starwarskinkmeme | 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.

Rules For Posting Prompts:

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.

Rules Posting Fills:

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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((I am extremely sorry for how long this update has taken. Unfortunately, dissertation work and stomach flu rather messed up my writing schedule.))

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.”

Of.course he has a 'worried about Ben' face..
Wonderful work, anon, and I.hope life will be nicer with you...

The Medbay doors were hanging crooked, and Cody was stood in the gap, armed and grim-faced. Not a promising situation.

“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.

Oh, Anakin, you poor fragile thing...

Oooooh shit is about to hit the fan! I'm so excite O_O

(OPHere) I love this so, so much!! And I love you even more Anon, thank you for writing!

Hey, I just found this utterly lovely fill and I think I'm in love with your brain, author!anon. I know it's been ages and this meme is not very active, but are you still there? Any chance of getting to see how this plays out?

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