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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] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-02-29 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)“Get on top of it!”
Plastoid armor scraped over twisted metal bathed in foulness, as thirty years of self-preservation did ugly battle with some primitive need to protect.
Luke slipped from under his hands again, soaked through and reeking after his narrow escape from that… animal, and Han swore loudly as he gave them both another shove towards the top of the disgusting pile.
“I’m trying!”
“Then try harder!” he shouted over the din, crunching metal and the steady crash of the compactor’s engines echoing through the chamber like a death knell.
The Princess struggled a moment as the hem of her stained gown caught on something sharp and wiry, tearing it free after a few quick tugs. Blood streamed down her bared leg.
Just as well she’d be dead in a few minutes, Han thought to himself, somewhat hysterically. He’d hate to see what the sludge coating their skin could do to their innards…
Nauseous from the stench and raw fear, he hooked an arm around Luke’s sodden waist and heaved him upwards like a doll. The kid flailed in his grip, panicky and snatching at anything to grasp onto – both of his exposed hands were already torn and bleeding, and Han felt a sudden flood of overprotective anger warming his veins.
Hurting hurting hurt the boy was hurting and this place was to blame not safe defend had to protect him keep him safe defend defend defend…
“I can’t die – “ Luke was babbling quietly, almost inaudible under all the noise.
“I can’t die, she needs me, I don’t wanna die –“
The commlink buzzed.
“Are you there, sir?”
“Threepio?!” Luke shouted back desperately, and Han had never thought he’d be happy to hear the protocol droid’s persnickety vocal synthesizers.
“We’ve, ah, had some problems – “
“Will you shut up and listen to me?! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level! Do you copy?! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level!”
A few tense heartbeats thudded past while Han clung to the slender boy in his arms, both legs trapped painfully in the compressing heap. He’d never considered prayer much, not since he’d been a little whimpering pile of rags in a back alley, eating whatever refuse he could find. Strange how things always came full circle…
The walls gave a final groan, and abruptly rattled to a halt.
Someone let out a cry of relief, echoed by the others as they gradually, shakily realized that their lives weren’t ending quite yet. Slim arms tightened around Han’s neck as the princess threw herself against him with a burst of overwrought laughter – beyond any kind of dignity, he squeezed her close, letting Luke worm his way free and crawl over to the exit.
“Threepio, open the pressure maintenance hatch on unit number – where are we?! – three-two-six, three-eight-two-seven!”
*
Luke was determined to avoid giving in to every nerve in his body that begged for care and compassion, though he was painfully aware of the reek emanating from his drenched hair and clothing, and the gashes in his hands were starting to sting.
This was no time to be a needy little omega. He had to keep his head clear for Meré’s sake – his heart throbbed – and besides, the Princess didn’t seem anxious, quite the opposite in fact.
Not as though he had anything to prove, he reassured himself hurriedly, merely that no-one liked to deal with an omega losing their head in a bad situation, as was their wont, and Han couldn’t have been impressed with his freak-out while they were trapped in the compactor.
Then again, if his incredulous glare was anything to go by, he didn’t seem overly pleased with the Princess either.
“Listen,” she all but hissed, Han’s blaster still steaming from a parting, impulsive shot at the compactor controls, “I don’t know who you are, or where you came from; but from now on, you do as I tell you, m’kay?”
She didn’t dare look Han in the eye after her outburst, Luke noted with a pulse of embarrassment and fear as they followed her down the corridor – most members of their strain would have been thrown flat on their backs or even killed for speaking to an alpha like that. If he’d ever… Deak would’ve…
He clamped down on his mind instantaneously, dreading wherever that train of thought might lead.
It seemed to take a moment for Han to get over the initial shock, before he rounded on her immediately, his scent flaring with indignation – and Luke realized, his gut twisting, that the Corellian’s behavior towards him in the control room had actually been well-moderated.
“Look, Your Worshipfulness, let’s get one thing straight – I take orders from just one person, me!”
“It’s a wonder you’re still alive.” She muttered quietly, her eyes still averted, and Luke silently thanked the Maker that she was at least showing some deference; Han Solo in an actual alpha rage was something he prayed never to see.
*
They scuttled through the maze of shining black passages relatively undetected, and mercifully silent. There hadn’t been much to say after Leia had finally lost what remained of her deteriorating patience, and she still felt a bit shaky on reflection of what had come out of her mouth.
She didn’t regret it – he deserved to be taken down a few notches, but his apparent self-control astonished her. She’d half expected to be back-handed before she’d even finished the sentence.
Luke kept a hand around her waist as they slipped over to a viewport, trying to give off some soothing reassurances in an omegan under-scent, even though he was clearly too terrified to even reassure himself. It was sweet, almost painfully so, and far more than his boorish mate could possibly deserve.
Leia squeezed his hand, sending back unspoken encouragement.
“There she is –“ the boor in question muttered, indicating what was presumably a cargo freighter sitting in the hanger bay two levels below them.
Leia could only stare at the piece of glorified scrap, stunned, as Luke fished out the comm-link.
“See-threepio, do you copy?”
“Yes sir!” came a prim voice, obviously binary.
“Are you all safe, is ‘Ré alright?!”
“For the moment –“ the droid replied nervously, as Leia glanced up with a questioning look.
“- we’re in the main hanger across from the ship.”
“We’re right above you, stand by!”
“You came in that thing?” Leia couldn’t resist hounding. “You’re braver than I thought.”
The Corellian shot her a dirty look.
“Nice. C’mon.”
All they had to do was turn the corner before they found themselves nose-to-nose with a six-trooper squadron.
“It’s them! Blast them!”
No one had time to so much as raise a weapon, before an enormous burst of blaster energy knocked down three stormtroopers, leaving the rest to flee.
Leia glanced around frantically in confusion, as an animalistic roar echoed down one of the nearby walkways, and what looked to be a massive tower of dark, mottled fur slipped into the corridor with surprising agility.
“Chewie!” Luke cried out in evident relief, but the jubilation was short-lived, as their trigger-happy companion fired a few needless shots after the departing squadron.
“Get back t’the ship!” he yelled over his shoulder before dashing after them, the Wookiee close behind.
“He certainly has courage.” Leia muttered grudgingly.
Luke huffed in reply.
“Yeah, but what good’ll it do us if he gets himself killed?!”
Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-02-29 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-01 08:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-07 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-08 03:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-08 11:34 am (UTC)(link)"Hahnko" comes from a 'zine fic I read ages ago - I headcanoned it as the diminutive of Han's name translated to Shryiiwook, and it's just something that Chewie uses interchangeably as a pet name.
Hope that explains things! Thanks so much for reading!
Re: [Fill] 7/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby
(Anonymous) 2016-03-11 05:42 am (UTC)(link)I guess what made me think this was that it seemed kind of out of the blue for Chewie to use those terms, and I wasn't sure if they were something others were familiar with that I wasn't. But it's funny that you got the name Hahnko from a zine! I haven't heard anyone use the term zine in years!