Royalprotector

Ohhh Moddy thanks for posting that list, I had forgotten about some of those, like royal protector. Could we see some nor eof that one please? Obis point of view on moving forward with qui? How is anakin doing/does he know?

Posted on av swmoddy

Their
real relationship exists only
behind closed doors.

For
the court they are still play
the roles granted them.

Qui-Gon
as the Star Emperor, benevolent
and straight backed with smile wrinkles around his mouth and eyes
bluer than the sky above as he sat on his throne to rule his kingdom
with the fairness and kindness they had known through his entire era
as Emperor.

Obi-Wan
is still the Royal Protector, Lord Protector at his post, straight
laced and serious with piercing eyes that never let the courts
secrets pass him by as he watched them like a hawk to let no danger
close to the royal family as he stood by the dais of the throne.

That’s
who they were to the public, to the court but behind closed doors…

Laughing
as as Obi-Wan pulled him down by a grasp on his neck, Qui-Gon wrapped
his arm around the other and allowed himself to be pressed to the
closed door. “That constitute as manhandling royalty you know.”
He teased against slick lips.

“Mmn,
you like it.” Obi-Wan returned and gave no warning before he
jumped, only Qui-Gon’s quick reaction catching his thighs as the
redhead’s legs wrapped around the tall man’s waist. “And this.”
Obi-Wan kissed him deeply, distracting Qui-Gon utterly and
spellbinding him with ease.

He
could feel Obi-Wan messing with his hair as they kissed, unbinding it
to fall around Qui-Gon’s shoulders and it made him chuckle into the
kiss and pull away to peer at the panting man with pink lips. “Well,
you’re not wrong but I think you like it just as much.” He bumped
their noses together.

“I
like everything about you.” Obi-Wan wiggled in his grasp, sighing
in pleasure as Qui-Gon squeezed his rear. “From
your big hands to your long hair.” For point he ran one hand
through it while keeping the other arm around the shoulders for
support.

Chuckling
huskily, Qui-Gon carefully walked towards the bed, settling a knee on
it to drop down with Obi-Wan pinned beneath. “And I love everything
about you, dear protector.” He rumbled deeply before stealing a
deep kiss.

Things
may have gone further if there wasn’t a knock to the door, both
jerking their heads towards it warily despite knowing it was locked.
“Yes?” Qui-Gon called out, his voice deep.

“Dad?”
Came Anakin’s hesitating voice and both winced.

Qui-Gon
slowly unwound himself from his lover, standing. “Yes Anakin, was
there something you needed my boy?” Qui-Gon questioned while
pulling up his hair into some semblance of order in case Anakin
needed him.

There
was a short silence as Obi-Wan was fixing his shirt, knowing that
nothing would happen further after this disturbance and feeling
faintly annoyed it.

“Do
you know where Obi-Wan is dad? I’ve looked for him but he’s not
in his rooms and I can’t find him.” Anakin finally answered.

Glancing
quickly at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon seemed to weigh his opinions even as
Obi-Wan stared back quietly, awaiting whatever the Emperor would
decide to answer his son with… but Obi-Wan would admit that his
heart was lodged somewhere in his throat as he waited, wondering…

“He’s
here Anakin, with me.” Qui-Gon finally said.

Obi-Wan
pushed to his feet slowly, walking quietly across the floor to his
lover to press himself against the others back at the continued
silence, wrapping his arms around Qui-Gon’s waist. A large, warm
hand settled on his hand in return as they waited.

“Oh…
I-I see. I… Goodnight than.” Anakin’s shaking voice got out and
before Qui-Gon could reply, they heard steps leading away quickly.

Pressing
his cheek to the shoulder blades, Obi-Wan squeezed the taller man to
him. “…I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Don’t
be.” Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “He has to understand… to learn.”
He turned slowly in Obi-Wan’s arms, cupping his face with his
hands. “Emotions… we do not control them and love…” Qui-Gon
ducked his head to steal a tender kiss. “Is the hardest one to
control.”

Letting
himself melt into the loving kiss, Obi-Wan allowed the other to back
him towards the bed again, knowing that tonight would now only be to
sleep.

He
didn’t mind.

Obi-Wan
just hoped that Anakin wouldn’t feel too hurt.

Ohhh Moddy thanks for posting that list, I had forgotten about some of those, like royal protector. Could we see some nor eof that one please? Obis point of view on moving forward with qui? How is anakin doing/does he know?

Posted on av swmoddy

Their
real relationship exists only
behind closed doors.

For
the court they are still play
the roles granted them.

Qui-Gon
as the Star Emperor, benevolent
and straight backed with smile wrinkles around his mouth and eyes
bluer than the sky above as he sat on his throne to rule his kingdom
with the fairness and kindness they had known through his entire era
as Emperor.

Obi-Wan
is still the Royal Protector, Lord Protector at his post, straight
laced and serious with piercing eyes that never let the courts
secrets pass him by as he watched them like a hawk to let no danger
close to the royal family as he stood by the dais of the throne.

That’s
who they were to the public, to the court but behind closed doors…

Laughing
as as Obi-Wan pulled him down by a grasp on his neck, Qui-Gon wrapped
his arm around the other and allowed himself to be pressed to the
closed door. “That constitute as manhandling royalty you know.”
He teased against slick lips.

“Mmn,
you like it.” Obi-Wan returned and gave no warning before he
jumped, only Qui-Gon’s quick reaction catching his thighs as the
redhead’s legs wrapped around the tall man’s waist. “And this.”
Obi-Wan kissed him deeply, distracting Qui-Gon utterly and
spellbinding him with ease.

He
could feel Obi-Wan messing with his hair as they kissed, unbinding it
to fall around Qui-Gon’s shoulders and it made him chuckle into the
kiss and pull away to peer at the panting man with pink lips. “Well,
you’re not wrong but I think you like it just as much.” He bumped
their noses together.

“I
like everything about you.” Obi-Wan wiggled in his grasp, sighing
in pleasure as Qui-Gon squeezed his rear. “From
your big hands to your long hair.” For point he ran one hand
through it while keeping the other arm around the shoulders for
support.

Chuckling
huskily, Qui-Gon carefully walked towards the bed, settling a knee on
it to drop down with Obi-Wan pinned beneath. “And I love everything
about you, dear protector.” He rumbled deeply before stealing a
deep kiss.

Things
may have gone further if there wasn’t a knock to the door, both
jerking their heads towards it warily despite knowing it was locked.
“Yes?” Qui-Gon called out, his voice deep.

“Dad?”
Came Anakin’s hesitating voice and both winced.

Qui-Gon
slowly unwound himself from his lover, standing. “Yes Anakin, was
there something you needed my boy?” Qui-Gon questioned while
pulling up his hair into some semblance of order in case Anakin
needed him.

There
was a short silence as Obi-Wan was fixing his shirt, knowing that
nothing would happen further after this disturbance and feeling
faintly annoyed it.

“Do
you know where Obi-Wan is dad? I’ve looked for him but he’s not
in his rooms and I can’t find him.” Anakin finally answered.

Glancing
quickly at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon seemed to weigh his opinions even as
Obi-Wan stared back quietly, awaiting whatever the Emperor would
decide to answer his son with… but Obi-Wan would admit that his
heart was lodged somewhere in his throat as he waited, wondering…

“He’s
here Anakin, with me.” Qui-Gon finally said.

Obi-Wan
pushed to his feet slowly, walking quietly across the floor to his
lover to press himself against the others back at the continued
silence, wrapping his arms around Qui-Gon’s waist. A large, warm
hand settled on his hand in return as they waited.

“Oh…
I-I see. I… Goodnight than.” Anakin’s shaking voice got out and
before Qui-Gon could reply, they heard steps leading away quickly.

Pressing
his cheek to the shoulder blades, Obi-Wan squeezed the taller man to
him. “…I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Don’t
be.” Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “He has to understand… to learn.”
He turned slowly in Obi-Wan’s arms, cupping his face with his
hands. “Emotions… we do not control them and love…” Qui-Gon
ducked his head to steal a tender kiss. “Is the hardest one to
control.”

Letting
himself melt into the loving kiss, Obi-Wan allowed the other to back
him towards the bed again, knowing that tonight would now only be to
sleep.

He
didn’t mind.

Obi-Wan
just hoped that Anakin wouldn’t feel too hurt.

-flails a bit- -blushes deeply- So. Royal Protector Verse. All I want is Obi to tumble into bed with our dear emperor. Though I’d be even more content if he ended up shared. Cause da~mn. I have a soft spot for Qui-Gon though. He’s more my type than Anakin. -shrugs- I’m a shallow shallow being.

Posted on av swmoddy

Shifting a bit, Qui-Gon lifted his head in the dim light to peer down
at the man sharing his bed with a small smile as he watched the slow
rise and fall of the others chest.

Lifting the hand holding his to the warm chest, Qui-Gon pressed a
soft kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s and then settled back into
playing big spoon for Obi-Wan’s wonderful warm body as he tucked
their joined hands back around him, feeling the heat of skin against
his own from their activities last night.

For so long his bed had been lonesome, for so long he had avoided
taking a lover because of the political impact it could have but…

Obi-Wan had always been faithful, he would never ask for power, be it
political or monetary and his title as Royal Protector was more then
enough for the redhead Qui-Gon knew.

He craved for nothing but the pleasure of Qui-Gon’s company.

It was just that simple for once.

But there was one little wrinkle and as Qui-Gon pressed his lips to
the others shoulder, he couldn’t help but consider the
ramifications of what he’d done when he had taken Obi-Wan to his
bed.

Anakin.

Anakin, his son, who was at least crushing hard on Obi-Wan with the
actual man in question unaware of the level of emotion Qui-Gon’s
son had for him.

It was going to hurt him but Qui-Gon was sure that while Anakin cared
for Obi-Wan, it was not a deep level of love but more an obsession
with an impressive and respectable man who did his duties with almost
painful accuracy and dedication.

And Obi-Wan had never been hard to look at with defined muscles and a
strong jaw that was covered in a rather fetching beard that Qui-Gon
quite favored even if he missed the dimple of the mans chin at times.

But Anakin could not marry Obi-Wan.

There would be no heirs.

As much as Qui-Gon wanted his son to marry for love, there were
rules.

Anakin had to marry royalty and have heirs and as beautiful and
capable as Obi-Wan was, he could not give birth to children.

Though that thought was intr-nope! Not thinking about it, there were
some impossibilities of a biological nature that even royalty and
money couldn’t get around.

Qui-Gon smiled into the others skin and then rumbled faintly when the
redhead squirmed a bit. “Shhh, sleep protector, tonight there is no
danger.” He whispered, shifting their hand lower to rub gently
along the others stomach until Obi-Wan settled again with a quiet
sigh.

Breathing out, Qui-Gon pressed his lips back to the others skin and
closed his eyes again. Tonight would be their night.

Tomorrow he could deal with Anakin and the eventual emotional pain he
would feel over the relationship Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan was now
exploring.

…Sweet mercies, Qui-Gon hoped that Anakin would listen to him after
this as the boy could be quite rash when he was upset or felt scorned.

The last thing the star Emperor wanted to do was to sooth another
diplomatic incident.

-flails a bit- -blushes deeply- So. Royal Protector Verse. All I want is Obi to tumble into bed with our dear emperor. Though I’d be even more content if he ended up shared. Cause da~mn. I have a soft spot for Qui-Gon though. He’s more my type than Anakin. -shrugs- I’m a shallow shallow being.

Posted on av swmoddy

Shifting a bit, Qui-Gon lifted his head in the dim light to peer down
at the man sharing his bed with a small smile as he watched the slow
rise and fall of the others chest.

Lifting the hand holding his to the warm chest, Qui-Gon pressed a
soft kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s and then settled back into
playing big spoon for Obi-Wan’s wonderful warm body as he tucked
their joined hands back around him, feeling the heat of skin against
his own from their activities last night.

For so long his bed had been lonesome, for so long he had avoided
taking a lover because of the political impact it could have but…

Obi-Wan had always been faithful, he would never ask for power, be it
political or monetary and his title as Royal Protector was more then
enough for the redhead Qui-Gon knew.

He craved for nothing but the pleasure of Qui-Gon’s company.

It was just that simple for once.

But there was one little wrinkle and as Qui-Gon pressed his lips to
the others shoulder, he couldn’t help but consider the
ramifications of what he’d done when he had taken Obi-Wan to his
bed.

Anakin.

Anakin, his son, who was at least crushing hard on Obi-Wan with the
actual man in question unaware of the level of emotion Qui-Gon’s
son had for him.

It was going to hurt him but Qui-Gon was sure that while Anakin cared
for Obi-Wan, it was not a deep level of love but more an obsession
with an impressive and respectable man who did his duties with almost
painful accuracy and dedication.

And Obi-Wan had never been hard to look at with defined muscles and a
strong jaw that was covered in a rather fetching beard that Qui-Gon
quite favored even if he missed the dimple of the mans chin at times.

But Anakin could not marry Obi-Wan.

There would be no heirs.

As much as Qui-Gon wanted his son to marry for love, there were
rules.

Anakin had to marry royalty and have heirs and as beautiful and
capable as Obi-Wan was, he could not give birth to children.

Though that thought was intr-nope! Not thinking about it, there were
some impossibilities of a biological nature that even royalty and
money couldn’t get around.

Qui-Gon smiled into the others skin and then rumbled faintly when the
redhead squirmed a bit. “Shhh, sleep protector, tonight there is no
danger.” He whispered, shifting their hand lower to rub gently
along the others stomach until Obi-Wan settled again with a quiet
sigh.

Breathing out, Qui-Gon pressed his lips back to the others skin and
closed his eyes again. Tonight would be their night.

Tomorrow he could deal with Anakin and the eventual emotional pain he
would feel over the relationship Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan was now
exploring.

…Sweet mercies, Qui-Gon hoped that Anakin would listen to him after
this as the boy could be quite rash when he was upset or felt scorned.

The last thing the star Emperor wanted to do was to sooth another
diplomatic incident.

Si in royal protector, is Qui-Gon aware of Obi-Wan’s emotions? I mean he is of Anakin’s but that his son, he might be able to read him pretty well but does he know how Obi-Wan feels?

Posted on av swmoddy

Watching the young men and women of the courtyard, Qui-Gon tilted his
head as he heard the drapes swish quietly behind him before a warm
body joined him on the balcony, a small smile on his lips. “And to
what do I owe the great honor of the Royal Protector himself showing
up?” He teased lightly, tilting his head to look at the redhead
beside him.

Snorting, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “I believe that is simply by
being the Emperor himself your highness.” He smirked.

Chuckling, Qui-Gon returned to watching the courtyard as Anakin
engaged in a duel with Rex, bright eyed and eager as the two blonds
went up against each other.

There weren’t many who were bold enough to approach the Emperor
unannounced these days, Obi-Wan was a rarity that Qui-Gon quite
appreciated.

The silence the other would appear with reminded him to be humble and
on his guard in case someone did manage to get past both guards and
royal protector.

“He grows more skilled by the day.” The redhead noted, watching
Anakin with ease disarm Rex from their training weapons.

Qui-Gon hummed at that.

 “Will he be a good ruler though Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon suddenly
asked, never straying from the duel happening in the courtyard, eyes
on Anakin’s laughing and sweaty face as he engaged both Rex and
Cody.

The redhead hummed. “He will be a great Emperor.”

“…That wasn’t what I asked Obi-Wan.”  The Emperor whispered.
“I asked if he’d be good ruler. There’s a difference in good
and great and you know it.” He turned to the other.

Obi-Wan looked away. “…He is cocky and arrogant. He thinks no one
can beat him or resist him.” He hesitated. “The prince has power
at the tips of his fingers and sometimes does not realize the
consequences of his actions.”

Qui-Gon sighed heavily at that, shoulders slumping.

Unable to resist, Obi-Wan reached out, resting his hand on the others
upper arm closet to him, feeling rich fabric and strong muscle
beneath his touch.

The Emperor looked at him, surprise in his eyes as Obi-Wan squeezed
down with care with a warm smile on his face. “However your
highness, he is young and he can learn. You are still the Star
Emperor and he is our Star Prince, pride and glory of the kingdom. He
can learn and he has a kind heart.” Obi-Wan assured.

Giving the Royal protector a long look, Qui-Gon finally chortled
quietly, nodding as he straightened up. “You do know what to say
for all that you hate politicians you would have made a great one.”

Snorting, Obi-Wan dropped his hand. “Leave the talk to the
bureaucrats, I’ll entrust myself to my sword.” He offered dryly.

Barking out a laugh, Qui-Gon slapped his hand on the others shoulder
and rested it there, the pressure warm and welcome in Obi-Wan’s
eyes.

And even more so when a thumb stroked at his neck, Qui-Gon’s eyes
growing intent and contemplating as the pulse fluttered erratically
beneath warm skin.

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered a bit and his breath hitched before the
hand fell away, Qui-Gon turning back to the spar that had ended only
to find Anakin staring up at them from the courtyard before the young
man looked away quickly when he meet his fathers gaze.

Oh what a mess they were all in.

Qui-Gon sighed quietly and leaned on the balcony and Obi-Wan, sensing
the Emperor’s heavy thoughts, stayed silent beside him.

Ever the vigilant protector.

Si in royal protector, is Qui-Gon aware of Obi-Wan’s emotions? I mean he is of Anakin’s but that his son, he might be able to read him pretty well but does he know how Obi-Wan feels?

Posted on av swmoddy

Watching the young men and women of the courtyard, Qui-Gon tilted his
head as he heard the drapes swish quietly behind him before a warm
body joined him on the balcony, a small smile on his lips. “And to
what do I owe the great honor of the Royal Protector himself showing
up?” He teased lightly, tilting his head to look at the redhead
beside him.

Snorting, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “I believe that is simply by
being the Emperor himself your highness.” He smirked.

Chuckling, Qui-Gon returned to watching the courtyard as Anakin
engaged in a duel with Rex, bright eyed and eager as the two blonds
went up against each other.

There weren’t many who were bold enough to approach the Emperor
unannounced these days, Obi-Wan was a rarity that Qui-Gon quite
appreciated.

The silence the other would appear with reminded him to be humble and
on his guard in case someone did manage to get past both guards and
royal protector.

“He grows more skilled by the day.” The redhead noted, watching
Anakin with ease disarm Rex from their training weapons.

Qui-Gon hummed at that.

 “Will he be a good ruler though Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon suddenly
asked, never straying from the duel happening in the courtyard, eyes
on Anakin’s laughing and sweaty face as he engaged both Rex and
Cody.

The redhead hummed. “He will be a great Emperor.”

“…That wasn’t what I asked Obi-Wan.”  The Emperor whispered.
“I asked if he’d be good ruler. There’s a difference in good
and great and you know it.” He turned to the other.

Obi-Wan looked away. “…He is cocky and arrogant. He thinks no one
can beat him or resist him.” He hesitated. “The prince has power
at the tips of his fingers and sometimes does not realize the
consequences of his actions.”

Qui-Gon sighed heavily at that, shoulders slumping.

Unable to resist, Obi-Wan reached out, resting his hand on the others
upper arm closet to him, feeling rich fabric and strong muscle
beneath his touch.

The Emperor looked at him, surprise in his eyes as Obi-Wan squeezed
down with care with a warm smile on his face. “However your
highness, he is young and he can learn. You are still the Star
Emperor and he is our Star Prince, pride and glory of the kingdom. He
can learn and he has a kind heart.” Obi-Wan assured.

Giving the Royal protector a long look, Qui-Gon finally chortled
quietly, nodding as he straightened up. “You do know what to say
for all that you hate politicians you would have made a great one.”

Snorting, Obi-Wan dropped his hand. “Leave the talk to the
bureaucrats, I’ll entrust myself to my sword.” He offered dryly.

Barking out a laugh, Qui-Gon slapped his hand on the others shoulder
and rested it there, the pressure warm and welcome in Obi-Wan’s
eyes.

And even more so when a thumb stroked at his neck, Qui-Gon’s eyes
growing intent and contemplating as the pulse fluttered erratically
beneath warm skin.

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered a bit and his breath hitched before the
hand fell away, Qui-Gon turning back to the spar that had ended only
to find Anakin staring up at them from the courtyard before the young
man looked away quickly when he meet his fathers gaze.

Oh what a mess they were all in.

Qui-Gon sighed quietly and leaned on the balcony and Obi-Wan, sensing
the Emperor’s heavy thoughts, stayed silent beside him.

Ever the vigilant protector.

Hello there, I love your stories, I was just wondering what exactly Qui-Gon thinks of Anakins crush on Obi-wan in the RoyalProtector tag? thank you a bunch for writing.

Posted on av swmoddy

The
first time Anakin could remember feeling it had been on his eighteen
birthday as he had been sulking around his own party since Padme had
been unable to make it, instead mingling with stuffy old lords and
ladies who commented on how ‘grown’ the star prince was becoming
and how he must be in search of a fitting match by now.

He had been ready to hide away with a glass of brandy he’d swiped
of a tray when he had heard quiet hissing from around the corner.

“You shouldn’t say such things about the Emperor.” The voice
was vaguely familiar and Anakin creeped close enough to look around
the corner.

Governor Tarkin and some lord he wasn’t sure who was actually,
heads bowed together in a conversation.

“What? Are you scared that sympathetic fool of an emperor we have
will hear it?” Tarkin and sneered and Anakin had almost crushed the
glass in his hand as his blood boiled.

Would have done something against the man if it wasn’t for the Lord
suddenly paling, looking above Tarkin’s shoulder. “No… I fear
the Lord Protector will.” He got out, voice lightly choked.

Tarkin had turned on his heel, looking upwards and Anakin had
followed their gaze to the upper floor.

And there was Obi-Wan, his face set in a blank mask of serenity as he
looked down at the two over the balustrade, arms lightly tucked
behind his arms at the small of his back, wearing the beige and brown
outfit he preferred even at these social events, the royal star crest
pinned to his vest.

Oh but his eyes.

They promised pain if Tarkin continued his line of speech, they
promised retribution and they promised surveillance.

The Lord Protector never relaxed in his duty when he sense a threat
or became lax when he thought threats had passed.

Anakin felt his breath catch even as the two seemed to fade away in
each their own direction under Obi-Wan’s green eyes. Only once they
were gone did Obi-Wan relax and turn his eyes elsewhere and oh how
they softened then.

Anakin followed the gaze to find Obi-Wan watching his father, Qui-Gon
laughing at something Duke Windu had said and he knew, with terrible
certainty that Obi-Wan adored his father more then any other
creature.

And then Obi-Wan had scanned the floor again, his eyes narrowing with
slight panic before they finally landed on Anakin, the shoulders that
had tensed relaxing as he nodded to the blond with a small smile on
his lips.

The Lord Protector at his post.

Anakin had lifted his glass sheepishly and Obi-Wan had shaken his
head, visible amusement as his lips drew before he lifted one hand
and gestured for the blond to mingle with the others.

His father had taken one long look at him and then chuckled quietly,
patting him on the shoulder. “Well, at least you have good taste.”
He teased to Anakin’s confusion and then Anakin had flustered when
the Emperor had pointedly glanced up at Obi-Wan where he was once
again examining the guest from his high vantage spot.

“A falcon in his spot, is he not?” Qui-Gon noted quietly and Lord
Windu glanced up at Kenobi too.

“If you hadn’t hired him that day, I would have hired him myself
your highness, he’d make one hell of a guard captain.” The dark
lord noted with some amusement.

“Too bad, he belongs to my court.” Qui-Gon laughed warmly.

Watching his father Anakin wondered if the other was really as amused
as he seemed…or was he oblivious to Obi-Wan’s emotions perhaps?

It wouldn’t surprise him if Qui-Gon was.

Hello there, I love your stories, I was just wondering what exactly Qui-Gon thinks of Anakins crush on Obi-wan in the RoyalProtector tag? thank you a bunch for writing.

Posted on av swmoddy

The
first time Anakin could remember feeling it had been on his eighteen
birthday as he had been sulking around his own party since Padme had
been unable to make it, instead mingling with stuffy old lords and
ladies who commented on how ‘grown’ the star prince was becoming
and how he must be in search of a fitting match by now.

He had been ready to hide away with a glass of brandy he’d swiped
of a tray when he had heard quiet hissing from around the corner.

“You shouldn’t say such things about the Emperor.” The voice
was vaguely familiar and Anakin creeped close enough to look around
the corner.

Governor Tarkin and some lord he wasn’t sure who was actually,
heads bowed together in a conversation.

“What? Are you scared that sympathetic fool of an emperor we have
will hear it?” Tarkin and sneered and Anakin had almost crushed the
glass in his hand as his blood boiled.

Would have done something against the man if it wasn’t for the Lord
suddenly paling, looking above Tarkin’s shoulder. “No… I fear
the Lord Protector will.” He got out, voice lightly choked.

Tarkin had turned on his heel, looking upwards and Anakin had
followed their gaze to the upper floor.

And there was Obi-Wan, his face set in a blank mask of serenity as he
looked down at the two over the balustrade, arms lightly tucked
behind his arms at the small of his back, wearing the beige and brown
outfit he preferred even at these social events, the royal star crest
pinned to his vest.

Oh but his eyes.

They promised pain if Tarkin continued his line of speech, they
promised retribution and they promised surveillance.

The Lord Protector never relaxed in his duty when he sense a threat
or became lax when he thought threats had passed.

Anakin felt his breath catch even as the two seemed to fade away in
each their own direction under Obi-Wan’s green eyes. Only once they
were gone did Obi-Wan relax and turn his eyes elsewhere and oh how
they softened then.

Anakin followed the gaze to find Obi-Wan watching his father, Qui-Gon
laughing at something Duke Windu had said and he knew, with terrible
certainty that Obi-Wan adored his father more then any other
creature.

And then Obi-Wan had scanned the floor again, his eyes narrowing with
slight panic before they finally landed on Anakin, the shoulders that
had tensed relaxing as he nodded to the blond with a small smile on
his lips.

The Lord Protector at his post.

Anakin had lifted his glass sheepishly and Obi-Wan had shaken his
head, visible amusement as his lips drew before he lifted one hand
and gestured for the blond to mingle with the others.

His father had taken one long look at him and then chuckled quietly,
patting him on the shoulder. “Well, at least you have good taste.”
He teased to Anakin’s confusion and then Anakin had flustered when
the Emperor had pointedly glanced up at Obi-Wan where he was once
again examining the guest from his high vantage spot.

“A falcon in his spot, is he not?” Qui-Gon noted quietly and Lord
Windu glanced up at Kenobi too.

“If you hadn’t hired him that day, I would have hired him myself
your highness, he’d make one hell of a guard captain.” The dark
lord noted with some amusement.

“Too bad, he belongs to my court.” Qui-Gon laughed warmly.

Watching his father Anakin wondered if the other was really as amused
as he seemed…or was he oblivious to Obi-Wan’s emotions perhaps?

It wouldn’t surprise him if Qui-Gon was.

So, something steam punky but still with ships and blasters and such with bodyguard ObiWan for royal QuiGon and his son Anakin? Yay or Nay?

Posted on av swmoddy

The bastard child who became a pauper, the pauper who became a
fighter, the fighter who became a soldier, the soldier who became a
captain, the captain that became infamous, the infamous that became a
legend, the legend who bowed for an Emperor and swore his eternal
service after clearing his name, the servant who found peace.

Obi-Wan had been all of those.

Born from a teenager mother by an unknown father, put in a workhouse
only to be kicked out at thirteen, surviving on the streets by
fighting until he could enlist in the army where his capabilities
with a sword gained him both renown and attention to become a
personal guard to many lords and ladies until he was accused of
murdering one of them for personal gain which gained him the
unfortunate rumor that still swirled around him about attempted
regicide and that his original goal had been the Emperor and his son.

Obi-Wan had not despaired though, he had fought, he had fought so
hard and he had won, found the true perpetrators behind the plot and
presented the evidence to Emperor Jinn himself during the middle of a
banquet, the actual perpetrators picking the wrong scapegoat.

Oh the artists still painted the scene he knew.

Him with his foot on Lady Cavendish shoulder to keep her in her
place, his blaster at Lord Nurma’s head, his face set in a placid
mask with blood on his vest as he stood in front of the Emperor
himself.

Gingerly Obi-Wan brushed his hand against his stomach.

The blood had been his own, neither the lady or the lord had come
quietly after all.

And that hag had known how to hurt someone.

And then Jinn had reached out to him, a broad hand on a scruffy face
that was coated in dirt and blood and smiled gently down at the young
man. ‘I believe you.’

The words had been gentle, had almost cut Obi-Wan’s legs beneath
him.

He couldn’t actually remember much after that except for bowing for
the Emperor and giving his loyalty to the man and his family.

He had…fainted after that.

The Emperor still laughed about it sometimes late at night, two
fingers into a whiskey bottle with his collar open to expose a bit of
collarbone to a highly appreciative bodyguard.

Well technically speaking his title was His Royal Protector.

Blahblah Obi-Wan’s foot up someones ass.

He leaned forward on the balcony of his room, staring out over the
ocean as the breeze lightly ruffled his hair. Three years of safety,
three years of knowing his place, of getting on first name basis with
the Emperor and his son, but only in private.

Three years of…

He closed his eyes, his lips twitching faintly as he tilted his head.

A sword rested on his shoulder, the edge close to his neck.

Yet all Obi-Wan could do was chuckle quietly. “And what can I do
for you, the illustrious star crown-prince?” He teased gently.

“Blasted, you heard me coming in didn’t you.” Came the sigh
behind him and the sword fell away.

Obi-Wan straightened and turned around, smile on his lips still as he
looked up at the taller blond. Three years had certainly given the
now nineteen year old a slightly longer and broader frame then the
scrawny sixteen year old Obi-Wan had woken up to at his bedside with
blue eyes full of awe.

Anakin Skywalker was tall, dressed in black leather pants with black
knee height boots, rich red shimmersilk shirt with a black vest over
covered in tiny gems that caught the light and sparkled.

Hmm, Amidala must be here, she and his father was the only one who
could get Anakin to dress so fancily.

“Indeed. The door creaks ever so slightly but it was a good attempt
my prince.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Had it been anyone else they would
have been caught off guard.” He added to sooth any straining
tempers.

Anakin however only sighed then smiled at him. “Father wants to
talk to you, I think its about his coming birthday and the
celebrat-hey, you have new earrings.” The young man reached out,
fingers brushing the black little circles that hung in Obi-Wan’s
ears, the metal black and seemingly unremarkable compared to the
golden ones that usually hung in the redhead’s ears. Copper strands
brushed at tan skin as Obi-Wan blinked back.

“Ah, yes, they were a gift from your father, his highness.”
Obi-Wan drew back a bit.

Well that explained why the beige and brown clothed man was wearing
the black earrings in front of his golden ones.

Anakin ruthlessly squashed the jealousy curling in his stomach, it
was just a simple gift really and smiled instead, nodding. “Well
then, you best not keep father waiting. He’s in his study.”

Obi-Wan gave an elegant, sloping bow before smiling warmly at Anakin
and moving around him through his bedroom and out to the study.

Anakin watched him go then followed, hesitating a bit by the bed to
brush his fingers against the still mussed up bedspread, imagining
how Obi-Wan must have looked asleep and unassuming before he followed
out and closed the door behind him.

Quietly he watched the other go until the
man disappeared around the corner, taking in the almost thigh high
brown boots that made next to no noise as Obi-Wan walked on stone
floor, the tight dark leggings that formed around his body and
finished off with a cotton shirt in cream beige and a darker brown
vest over that.

Force how Anakin wanted to pull the others hair out of the nerf tail
it was usually caught in and muss it up, watch the flush spread on
the others cheeks.

Pipe dreams.

He grumbled a bit then headed towards his own rooms.

Honestly he felt ridiculous in this vest and Obi-Wan hadn’t even
seemed impressed. Time to slip into something comfortable and go
piloting.

So, something steam punky but still with ships and blasters and such with bodyguard ObiWan for royal QuiGon and his son Anakin? Yay or Nay?

Posted on av swmoddy

The bastard child who became a pauper, the pauper who became a
fighter, the fighter who became a soldier, the soldier who became a
captain, the captain that became infamous, the infamous that became a
legend, the legend who bowed for an Emperor and swore his eternal
service after clearing his name, the servant who found peace.

Obi-Wan had been all of those.

Born from a teenager mother by an unknown father, put in a workhouse
only to be kicked out at thirteen, surviving on the streets by
fighting until he could enlist in the army where his capabilities
with a sword gained him both renown and attention to become a
personal guard to many lords and ladies until he was accused of
murdering one of them for personal gain which gained him the
unfortunate rumor that still swirled around him about attempted
regicide and that his original goal had been the Emperor and his son.

Obi-Wan had not despaired though, he had fought, he had fought so
hard and he had won, found the true perpetrators behind the plot and
presented the evidence to Emperor Jinn himself during the middle of a
banquet, the actual perpetrators picking the wrong scapegoat.

Oh the artists still painted the scene he knew.

Him with his foot on Lady Cavendish shoulder to keep her in her
place, his blaster at Lord Nurma’s head, his face set in a placid
mask with blood on his vest as he stood in front of the Emperor
himself.

Gingerly Obi-Wan brushed his hand against his stomach.

The blood had been his own, neither the lady or the lord had come
quietly after all.

And that hag had known how to hurt someone.

And then Jinn had reached out to him, a broad hand on a scruffy face
that was coated in dirt and blood and smiled gently down at the young
man. ‘I believe you.’

The words had been gentle, had almost cut Obi-Wan’s legs beneath
him.

He couldn’t actually remember much after that except for bowing for
the Emperor and giving his loyalty to the man and his family.

He had…fainted after that.

The Emperor still laughed about it sometimes late at night, two
fingers into a whiskey bottle with his collar open to expose a bit of
collarbone to a highly appreciative bodyguard.

Well technically speaking his title was His Royal Protector.

Blahblah Obi-Wan’s foot up someones ass.

He leaned forward on the balcony of his room, staring out over the
ocean as the breeze lightly ruffled his hair. Three years of safety,
three years of knowing his place, of getting on first name basis with
the Emperor and his son, but only in private.

Three years of…

He closed his eyes, his lips twitching faintly as he tilted his head.

A sword rested on his shoulder, the edge close to his neck.

Yet all Obi-Wan could do was chuckle quietly. “And what can I do
for you, the illustrious star crown-prince?” He teased gently.

“Blasted, you heard me coming in didn’t you.” Came the sigh
behind him and the sword fell away.

Obi-Wan straightened and turned around, smile on his lips still as he
looked up at the taller blond. Three years had certainly given the
now nineteen year old a slightly longer and broader frame then the
scrawny sixteen year old Obi-Wan had woken up to at his bedside with
blue eyes full of awe.

Anakin Skywalker was tall, dressed in black leather pants with black
knee height boots, rich red shimmersilk shirt with a black vest over
covered in tiny gems that caught the light and sparkled.

Hmm, Amidala must be here, she and his father was the only one who
could get Anakin to dress so fancily.

“Indeed. The door creaks ever so slightly but it was a good attempt
my prince.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Had it been anyone else they would
have been caught off guard.” He added to sooth any straining
tempers.

Anakin however only sighed then smiled at him. “Father wants to
talk to you, I think its about his coming birthday and the
celebrat-hey, you have new earrings.” The young man reached out,
fingers brushing the black little circles that hung in Obi-Wan’s
ears, the metal black and seemingly unremarkable compared to the
golden ones that usually hung in the redhead’s ears. Copper strands
brushed at tan skin as Obi-Wan blinked back.

“Ah, yes, they were a gift from your father, his highness.”
Obi-Wan drew back a bit.

Well that explained why the beige and brown clothed man was wearing
the black earrings in front of his golden ones.

Anakin ruthlessly squashed the jealousy curling in his stomach, it
was just a simple gift really and smiled instead, nodding. “Well
then, you best not keep father waiting. He’s in his study.”

Obi-Wan gave an elegant, sloping bow before smiling warmly at Anakin
and moving around him through his bedroom and out to the study.

Anakin watched him go then followed, hesitating a bit by the bed to
brush his fingers against the still mussed up bedspread, imagining
how Obi-Wan must have looked asleep and unassuming before he followed
out and closed the door behind him.

Quietly he watched the other go until the
man disappeared around the corner, taking in the almost thigh high
brown boots that made next to no noise as Obi-Wan walked on stone
floor, the tight dark leggings that formed around his body and
finished off with a cotton shirt in cream beige and a darker brown
vest over that.

Force how Anakin wanted to pull the others hair out of the nerf tail
it was usually caught in and muss it up, watch the flush spread on
the others cheeks.

Pipe dreams.

He grumbled a bit then headed towards his own rooms.

Honestly he felt ridiculous in this vest and Obi-Wan hadn’t even
seemed impressed. Time to slip into something comfortable and go
piloting.