Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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Rules For Everyone:

1. YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
2. All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want. 
3. RPF is allowed
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1. Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
2. You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar. 
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5. You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.

Rules Posting Fills:

1. Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
2. Art and other media fills are welcome.
3. Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
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5. You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill. 
6. If you could post [FILL] in the subject of your fill, that would be awesome. Sorry I forgot about this.

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Re: FILL : QuiObi - School Uniform

[(Anonymous)]

Jedi are trained to guard their thoughts but it is a lesson every knight - and Initiate and Padawan and even the occasional Councilmember - learns, that it is always a work in progress.

Emotions stem from thoughts and associations, thoughts and associations stem from prior experiences and learned context, and none of that helps him when it comes to his very own personal catalyst for trouble.

Qui-Gon pointedly does not look at Obi-Wan.

It's getting to the stage where his reactions are embarrassing to other people, not just himself.

He's reasonably sure that the Minister delivering the farewell address to them was well aware of his highly inappropriate reaction.

So, so highly inappropriate.

On so many levels.

He has taken to listing them like a mesitation chant, hoping pathetically to find some peace in the words.

One, Obi-Wan is his apprentrice. He has a duty of care to the boy and that includes protecting him from the hurts that he hasn't yet learned to protect himself from. Including his lecherous old Master.

Two, Qui-Gon *is* old. This might be a relative term when the Grand Master of the Order is a handful of decades short of 900, but he is almost 50, and that is a terrible age for a pairing with a 19 year old boy.

Three, Obi-Wan *is* only 19, and looks younger. He is barely old enough to shave. He still happily eats two desserts at the Temple when he thinks no one is watching. Legally, he's barely old enough to be a consenting adult on most worlds in the Galaxy. He's decidedly underage for some *human* worlds.

Four, and this is where Qui-Gon usually finds his libido falling limp, he has trained Obi-Wan from the age of thirteen to trust him, to obey him, to follow his every command. As a child learning his own mind, Obi-Wan has been influenced by Qui-Gon on everything from his sense of humour to how he chooses to spend his leisure time. Obi-Wan's whole world has been built around his Master and there is no guarantee that any affection Obi-Wan reciprocates will not be tainted. Trained into him.

Five, and by this point Qui-Gon is usually ready to sink into melancholy, he does *want* Obi-Wan’s affection. This isn't just about desire.

Though, he reflects, desire is the more... pressing concern, at times.

He does not look at where Obi-Wan is seated across from him on a passenger ship, uniform showing off the lines of his body, already broad from years of field wxperience and intense training.

He patently does not notice how the curve of Obi-Wan’s cheek is still slightly rounded, or how his long lashes sweep dark against his pale skin. He does not notice the childish way Obi-Wan fidgets in his seat, or the fine, downy hairs on his cheeks and upper lip that are barely noticeable until the catch the light at just the right angle to glint gold.

He most certainly of all does not notice how Obi-Wan ends up more odten than not with his legs strangely sprawled so that the rather fight of his trousers pulls just that little bit too tight in the...

Qui-Gon gets up serenely and goes for a walk.

When he has repeated his five mantras to himself, cooled his brow against the metal wall, and composed himself, he goes back to his seat.

"Are you alright, Master?" Obi-Wan asks in concern.

"Why are you still wearing that school uniform?" Qui-Gon asks instead. He sounds more jusgemental than he means to.

Obi-Wan looks abashed. "I haven't had time to change and..." he fidgets.

"Yes?" Qui-Gon prompts. Thoigh, to his relief, he now sounds merely curious rather than frustrated.

Which he is. Very, very frustrated.

The blue-grey is a particularly fetching colour on his Padawan, and it doesn't help that the seats are some sort of deep crimson that clashes horribly with the boy's hair while still bringing out the unusual shade of his eyes...

"I'm sorry?" Qui-Gon interrupts.

Obi-Wan grins. "No, really! I had to use something to make up the length of the rope ladder so I had to sacrifice my tunics. And then I didn't think you'd want to take a half-naked Padawan back to the Temple."

Qui-Gon supposes that he says aomething suitably sarcastic because Obi-Wan laughs, blue-green-grey eyes alight with humour and the hint of curve in his cheeks accentuated by his wide, easy smile. But for the life of him, he has no idea what he says.

Then Obi-Wan carelessly drops a hand down to rest loose and lax in his lap, legs still akimbo and so artlessly, openly on display!

Qui-Gon takes another walk. And this time he finds a refresher. And he patently does not masturbate.

Though he is so hard it hurts and he thinks wildly that he will have to take this before the Council. He will have to ask for Obi-Wan to be reassigned. Because not only is he failing miserably to guard his thoughts but he is on the point of embarrassing everyone around him with the true extent of his depravity.

And that's the only word he can call it when he sees fantasies cycle behind his tightly closed eyelids of his innocent Padawam in a school uniform, attentive and serious and utterly unknowing of what the fit of the short tunic does to the lines of his shoulders. The belt to his lean, narrow waist. The fitted trousers to his ass and his strong, swordsman's thighs. Thighs that can be spread to expose all those secret places that only lovers know.

Which is forbidden because they are Jedi and Jedi must not love, must not lust. May not feel lips curve into a wide, easy grin and want to kiss them. May not see the fragile sweep of a stray eyelash on the curve of a cheek and want to gently, delicately brush it off.

In so many waya, on so many levels - this is wrong!

He slams his fist against the refeesher panel and is startled when it rattles.

It takes him a bit of time to find the hidden mechanism but the panel slides back to expose a cubby hole, filled with test tubes full of fluid.

It inevitably degenerates into a pitched battle on the passenger liner, after he and Obi-Wan have spent the better half of the trip trying to figure out exactly what is being smuggled and who the smugglers are.

And it turns out that nothing is being smuggled, but something is being stored - the bodily fluids of a particularly rare breed of creature protrcted on its own world because it was exported all over the Galaxy by the Zyggerians who hunted it for sport, before promptly collapsing under the weight of their own slave empire to leave the creatures to destroy countless natural habitats that had no predators until these were introduced.

He fights side by side with Obi-Wan, and if he spares a glance to admire the flex of Obi-Wan’s glutes every now and again, well, at least he hasn't yet fallen so far that he has endangered either of them with his inapproproate desire.

Obi-Wan fights and strategises and moves with the same easy, lithe grace he uses in front of everyone.

And, Qui-Gon allows himself to think, he does not move as a child. He moves with the maturity of someone whose mind and body are a forged whole, who has grown into himself with confidence.

"Your uniform is torn," Qui-Gon observes.

Obi-Wan looks at the ripped sleeve and ugly burn from a blaster shot grazing the skin.

"To tell you the truth, Master," Obi-Wan says, "I'll be glad when I can get out of these clothes. They're much too tight. No wonder half thr hoys in the school were at each other."

Qui-Gon’s thoughts come to a screeching halt.

Obi-Wan doesn't seem to notice. "They reminded me of Bruck Chun, in a way," he says quietly.

And Qui-Gon’s mind supplies the more practical context that Obi-Wan, in his innocence, has not thought to provide. Images of boys tumbling in bushes turns to a far grimmer realisation of the fights and petty snubs that frustrated, uncomfortable, unfocused boys can use to vent their anger.

He relaxes.

And then softens.

His Padawan has never quite forgotten the horror of Bruck Chun's death, the violent hatred he faced and then the Senate hearing. So much fear for a child to endure, even one as foolishly courageous and optimistic as his Padawan.

But Qui-Gon says and does nothing in response, because the childhood trauma is now an adult's misery, and Obi-Wan must learn to find his peace with it.

Obi-Wan must learn to guard his thoughts. As Qui-Gon is still learning to guard his own.

And at least Qui-Gon has this - that he will not personally let himself become another regret in Obi-Wan’s life.

No matter how fetching that uniform looks.

He makes a mental note to burn the Sith-damned thing the minute Obi-Wan takes it off.

And he doesn't think at all through the rest of the journey of how Obi-Wan might look as he accomplishes that.