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Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1
Rules For Everyone:
- YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
- All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
- RPF is allowed
All comments must be anon.Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.
- Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
- You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar.
- You may second a post, but you may not piggyback and request different specifications from the original prompt. However, you may create a similar prompt inspired with your own specifications.
- Cross posting prompts is fine by me. If you've posted prompts at tfa-kink, and they've gotten lost in the mix, you can post them here!
- You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.
- Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
- Art and other media fills are welcome.
- Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
- You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
- You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill.
- If you could post [FILL] in the subject of your fill, that would be awesome.
Sorry I forgot about this.
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[FILL] The Youngling (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-30 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)There it was again. That settled it – Anakin really had been shooting him odd looks this past week. Exactly what that meant, it was difficult to tell, because they weren't one of the usual sorts of odd looks. No anger; no frustration; no vague disbelief that Obi-Wan genuinely didn't understand some particularly convoluted explanation of why Ben Quadinaros' chances were improved by the latest alterations to his pod's power-couplings.
In fact, if it was anyone else giving him that look, Obi-Wan would be tempted to call it worried. But that couldn't be right. Anakin's idea of worry tended to manifest as a rather vicious protective streak; not pained sideways glances when he thought no-one was looking.
“I'm not about to keel over, you know,” he said, archly.
Anakin startled, almost knocking a rogue biscuit-tin off the console with the sudden motion.
“What do you mean, Master?”
“You keep staring at me as though you expect me to drop dead any second, Anakin. The last I checked, pregnancy isn't generally considered a fatal condition in humans.”
“What? No. I mean, yes, I know, but...” Anakin dropped his gaze and hunched his shoulders awkwardly. “I'm sorry, Obi-Wan.”
“I'm not angry, Anakin. Really.” Obi-Wan grinned apologetically by way of proof. “It seems my recent difficulty meditating got the better of me for a moment. What I meant to say was that you seem troubled. What's wrong?”
“Nothing?” Anakin probably hadn't meant it to be a question, but it fell a long way short of being a statement, and Obi-Wan felt fully justified in employing the unconvinced expression he'd learnt from Qui-Gon's example as a padawan.
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When the third knock on the chart-room hatch went unanswered, Rex took a moment to steel himself for fireworks; then entered uninvited. Technically, such an action was against protocol, but General Kenobi's assigned half-shift was over, and all hands were under standing orders from Medbay to prevent him putting in extra hours. The General did not have a history of 'going quietly'.
Somewhat to Rex's surprise, nobody tried to reprimand him for coming in. Admittedly, the reason for that was fairly obvious – General Kenobi was far too busy aiming a judgemental eyebrow at General Skywalker to even notice Rex, and General Skywalker seemed quite preoccupied with a somewhat ineffectual attempt to blend into the paintwork.
Having been in General Skywalker's position before, Rex really couldn't blame the man.
“If you're going to lie to me, Anakin, you might at least make it convincing.”
General Kenobi didn't sound angry, exactly, but his tone was seguing into 'commanding officer' territory. Not the best sign. It crossed Rex's mind, briefly, that it might be better to come back in ten minutes or so.
“Obi-Wan, you know I would never –”
“Anakin.”
Oh dear. Definitely better to come back later. Not, of course, that Rex had the option, unless he wanted to face the combined wrath of the medics.
He cleared his throat cautiously.
“I'm telling you, Master, it's nothing.”
...And General Skywalker had made the transition from placatory to confrontational. Fabulous. Rex sent a silent prayer to the first three deities that came to mind; then cleared his throat again, a little louder.
Stillness reigned, briefly, over the chart-room.
After one last stern look at his former padawan, General Kenobi turned to Rex with a rather more approachable expression. “Was there something you wanted, Captain?”
Rex tapped his wrist chrono and smiled apologetically.
“Ah,” said the General, “Yes, thank you for the reminder, Captain.” He turned back to General Skywalker. “We'll speak later, Anakin.”
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Anakin watched Obi-Wan leave with a frustrated scowl. Kriff, that hadn't gone the way he'd wanted it to. He had a sneaking suspicion that when he turned to look, that little concerned furrow would be present on Rex's brow.
Yes, there it was. Wonderful.
Re: [FILL] The Youngling (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-31 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] The Youngling (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-31 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Anakin is in trouble, guess this might just be the perfect opportunity for him to learn how to share his thoughts and feelings without flying off the handle.... other-wise hormone ridden Obi-Wan might just get the best of him *smirk*
THANK YOU!
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(Anonymous) 2016-09-04 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)Anakin demonstrates again just how smooth he is
[FILL] The Youngling (8/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-10-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)It took a fair degree of self-control on Padme's part not to let out an exasperated sigh. Her husband's hologram flickered and crackled slightly in the momentary silence as she searched for an appropriate response.
“Ani, when was the last time you actually tried talking to him?”
The small, blue Anakin shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“About a week ago...”
“Don't you think it might be worth trying again, now you've both had time to calm down a little?”
“Well, yes, maybe. But it wouldn't do any harm to ask Senator Organa when he last saw Obi-Wan, would it?”
Curse him for the effectiveness of his pleading eyes.
“I still don't understand what Bail has to do with anything, Ani. I don't mind speaking to him for you, but I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what I'm really supposed to be asking.”
If Padme hadn't already felt certain Anakin felt guilty about something, the sight of his holographic likeness glancing about nervously before responding would definitely have tipped the balance. She had half a mind to ask him not to tell her anything more. Still, she had married him, and providing emotional support every now and then was not so very much to ask.
She waited patiently for him to speak, her best reassuring smile firmly in place.
“Obi-Wan's pregnant.”
Well, that was...not what she'd been expecting, admittedly.
“Oh. I see. Is that what's got the pair of you not speaking to each other?”
“More or less.” Anakin's hologram shrugged. “He won't tell anyone who the father is, Padme, and whoever it is has just abandoned him to deal with the whole mess on his own. It's not right.”
Padme turned that revelation over in her head for a moment, considering its implications.
“Wait, you don't think Bail...? Ani, that doesn't make any sense.”
“He's the only married man I can think of that Obi-Wan actually likes spending time with.”
Frustration and unhappiness rang strongly enough in Anakin's voice that Padme wanted nothing more than to be able to embrace him. Not for the first time, she cursed the war that kept them so many parsecs apart; then summoned up her best encouraging grin.
“Don't sell yourself short, Ani. I'm reasonably sure Obi-Wan enjoys your company too.”
Another shrug from the hologram.
“I know that, but it's not like Obi-Wan knows about us. Besides, it's not as though he and I have ever -”
For a moment, Padme assumed that the sudden silence was a signal issue. Then the small, blue image of her husband took a shaky step backwards and stared at her with an expression of horrified alarm.
“Seven Sith Hells... I have to go. Kix. Gotta ask Kix something. Fierfek.” He paused; took a steadying breath. “I'll be back in a minute, Padme, I promise. Just...just stay there, okay?”
The hologram blinked out.
Re: [FILL] The Youngling (8/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-10-31 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)This is a really good fic, thank you author!anon!
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(Anonymous) 2017-02-04 01:59 am (UTC)(link)The medbay door wrenched open with a painful squeal that spoke of mangled mechanisms. Kix and Boil snapped into combat-readiness; only to hold off the attack when they realised it was just General Skywalker.
A quick flash of fingers – battlefield signs – sent Boil off in search of Commander Cody: Kix didn't like the wild look in the General's eye all that much. The fact that the General didn't actually seem to register Boil's departure was, if anything, even more alarming.
“General?” Kix asked, pitching his voice low and calm.
“Records. About two months ago, you said like ethanol. How much like ethanol?” General Skywalker sounded very odd; not quite fully present in reality.
A glance confirmed that there was still a hypo of sedative on the nearest table. Two steps would do it.
“Which records do you mean, Sir?” One step.
“I told Obi-Wan about weapons arrays.”
“I might need something a little more concrete than that, Sir.” Two steps. Kix's fingers closed around the slim cylinder, thumb over the flat end.
“Just let me look at the system, Kix. It's only my records I need.”
If it weren't for the fact that everything not bolted down – including a number of scalpels – had started vibrating, Kix might have assented to the General's request. As it was, he stuck the hypo neatly into General Skywalker's neck, and caught him as he toppled.
“Well, shit.”
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Bail Organa's holographic likeness grinned broadly at Obi-Wan, apparently some combination of endeared and amused by the Jedi's slight awkwardness in accepting help.
“Really, Ben, I'm fairly sure you couldn't impose on Breha and me if you tried. We'll be glad to see you in person.”
“Thank you, Bail. The pair of you are far too kind to me.”
That drew a fond laugh.
“We're nothing of the sort. Honestly, must I call Breha in to talk some sense into you?”
“What makes you think that she'd be any more successful than you have been?”
Bail smirked.
“She's Breha.”
The sudden entrance of Boil cut off the two friends' shared mirth. Warm, wry Ben was gone; smothered over with the cold professionalism of General Kenobi on full alert.
“Yes?”
“Sir. It's General Skywalker. Bit of trouble in Medbay. Kix sent me to fetch you.”
“Of course. Bail, I'll call you back.”
The holocomm was powered down before Bail had any chance to respond.
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Breha Organa entered the drawing room to find her husband staring distractedly at the holocomm unit. As the holocomm in question was their private line, rather than the state comm, such behaviour was sufficiently out of character to merit a degree of concern.
“Is everything all right, Darling?”
“What?” Bail snapped out of his reverie. “Oh, yes – at least, I think so. More or less.”
“You're wearing your 'worried about Ben' face.” Breha pointed out.
“How is it that you always manage to do that?”
“I'm your wife. I know these things.” The pair exchanged smiles at the gentle teasing. “Now, tell me what he's done to get you in a fret.”
Re: [FILL] The Youngling (9/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-04 07:28 am (UTC)(link)Wonderful work, anon, and I.hope life will be nicer with you...
[FILL] The Youngling (10/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-03-04 02:15 am (UTC)(link)“Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked, slightly more winded from sprinting there than Lucky would probably be happy about when word got back to him.
“First bed on the right, Sir,” Cody said, stepping aside. “Kix had to knock him out, but he can't find anything physically wrong with him.”
Obi-Wan gave a quick nod of acknowledgement; then headed inside. True to Cody's word, there was his wayward once-padawan, face almost painfully innocent in repose.
“Oh, Ani...” It was more instinct than any real intent that moved Obi-Wan's hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from Anakin's forehead. He hadn't done that in years; certainly not since Anakin first grew taller than him. It seemed...a little too emotional a gesture to allow himself around an adult. Not the Jedi way. Master Yoda would not approve.
Well, damn Master Yoda.
“Sir?”
Kix. Obi-Wan schooled his features into something a little more professional, and gave the medic his full attention.
“Go ahead, Kix.”
“Not to be indelicate, Sir, but it's his baby, isn't it?”
Obi-Wan's world folded in on itself around the edges, and he hadn't the wherewithal to resist as Kix took his arm and guided him to perch on the foot of the next bed over.
“Easy, Sir. You're all right.”
A few deep, shaky breaths, and Obi-Wan managed a nod. He didn't quite trust his ability to confirm Kix's theory verbally.
“Well, I suppose that explains the state General Skywalker got himself into. He came in here asking about his medical records. Seemed not to quite have control of...you know –” Kix wiggled his fingers in a way that was evidently supposed to represent the Force “– and it didn't seem likely I'd be able to talk him down from it. Hence the sedation.”
The whole speech was delivered in the sort of tone usually reserved for shock victims. Perhaps that was closer to the truth than Obi-Wan might like to admit, even to himself, but at least the slight fuzziness was receding.
“Back with me, Sir?”
“Yes, Kix, thank you.” Obi-Wan was aware he was missing proper Jedi serenity by a long way, but the words came out intelligibly, which had to count for something.
“Is there anything you'd like to talk about before he comes round? My office is free, and I'm sure Commander Cody can keep an eye on things here without me for a while.”
“I...I don't know that I'd like to, Kix, but I think perhaps I'd better.”
“Fair enough. Come on then, Sir. I'll make us a pot of tea.”
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Anakin woke to the familiar throb of a sedative-induced headache. He allowed himself a brief string of mental invective; then opened his eyes. Bright. Ow. More invective, this time verbal.
“Good morning to you, too, Sir.”
Only Lucky ever took that prim tone with patients. Just his luck. Ha. It was shaping up to be a fabulous day if his mind was on terrible pun mode already. Obi-Wan would not approve.
Wait.
“Where's Obi-Wan?”
“In his quarters, sleeping. You're not to disturb him.”
“But –”
“Not until he wakes up of his own accord, Sir. If you have any urgent questions, I will answer them. Anything else can wait.”
“I'll hold you to that, Lucky. Any chance of a painkiller first?”
“There's a hypo on the night-stand.”
So there was. Oh.
“Thanks.”
“It's my job, Sir.”
...Anakin hated dealing with Lucky.
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