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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Announcement: I have long neglected my modly duties, because I have been both way busier than I thought I would be (the shock of young adulthood amirite?), and y'know just me being a mess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . If anyone is inclined to help me mod, or at least categorize prompts on pinboard, please message swkm-mod @ tumblr. If you don't have a tumblr, still message me but on anon, and we will find another way to communicate.

Also, I have received a request for a prompt freeze. I'm thinking that might be a good idea, but I would like to get your opinion. Let me know what you think here.

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A!A is back again! Camp NaNo is over so time for a break from that project. Anyone still checking this meme? Should I keep posting or switch to only A03?

She presses to his side, ear pressed close, just feeling the rise and fall of his chest. The steady, calming beat of his heart.

He lets her. Which is a good, she thinks. Contact will help. Having someone else close, feeling the gentle up down of breathing, that confirmation of life. She needs that when thinking about all the death and destruction of that day. When thinking about her husband's hand, reaching out and choking the life from her body.

"Obi Wan…" she asks, not raising her head.

He hums in answer, clearly relaxing. The tension in his shoulders slowly easing. If the need for answers wasn't eating away at her she might feel bad for disturbing what little down town he allows himself. But she must know, so she continues.

"Will you tell me about that Day." She doesn't need to specify further. They both know of no other day in their shared history that had such an effect on not only them, but the galaxy at large.

"Tell me what happened to Anakin. What happened after he- after I-… after."

She feels him draw in a large breath and slowly, so slowly release it. Then he begins. In the dark, with a voice that hitches occasionally, he tells of their final duel across the fires and pits of Mustafar. She's sure he is glossing over certain parts, but he tells her enough, and she will not push him farther. Not now. Not when the memories are still so fresh. Some things are meant to be kept clutched close to your chest. To bury them deep down in the dark and only take them out in the early morning light, when even the most painful memory can take on a bittersweet sheen.

He tells of Anakin's beliefs, twisted and deformed. Influenced by the Chancellor.

"He was under our noses the entire time. I never…" he pauses. "He'd always shown a particular interest in Anakin. From the moment I took him as a Padawan."

Her fingers reach out for his over the covers, squeezing, offering comfort. The Chancellor had fooled them all. Her own Senator, her adviser all those years on Naboo!

Obi Wan takes another shuddering breath, and squeezes back.

The longer he talks, the more her heart sinks. Against all odds, she had hoped that maybe…maybe Anakin had survived. As Obi Wan tells of Anakin's anger, his rage against not only him but the entire Jedi Order she remembers dark thoughts, in those long transports, crowded together with strangers fleeing together, she wonder if maybe death was the kinder option. As he draw closer to the end of their fight she doesn't know what outcome she wants. Pain is all that's left no matter what. Her emotions feel more distant, slower to materialize through the pain medication, but more likely to linger. Her sorrow feels drawn up from a great well, from the depths of her very being. Just when she's sure she can feel no deeper the pain wells up, swallowing her down. Only know it feels like Obi Wan is being swept out with her.

"I had the higher ground." he admits, tears finally falling. "I cut him down, left him there. I watched him burning and I left him! Even after everything I couldn't-"

She pulls back and looks into his bruised face, the dark marks beginning to yellow and fade faster than her own, knowing her husband caused those marks and whispers, "I know. I know you love him too. It's okay. It's okay for us to mourn."

That's all he seemed to need; this permission, because he collapses in slow motion against her, still so careful in his grief. His head now pressed against her chest while quiet sobs rattle through him. It sounds painful. She allows her own grief to spill over as she brushes clumsy fingers through his shaggy hair, like she does for the twins, soothing, even as she draws him even closer on the bed, wrapping her arms around. He hides his face against her, the damp seeping in her night robe.

"I failed him. I should have seen-"

"We did everything we could." she whispers into his hair. Whispers it until she is tempted to believe it. She'll keep repeating it until it overrides memories of the doubts and secrets and times they'd talked of confiding in Obi Wan.

Eventually he cries himself out and makes to move but she doesn't let him. The meds have fully kicked in by now and she feels sleep start to tug on her conscious. Combined with the heavy weight of grief, of knowing Anakin's gone it's easy so easy to give in.

"Stay," she whispers again and it's a testament to much he must have been holding back because he this time he doesn't bother protesting. She pushes a corner of the blanket in his direction and leaves her arm curled around his shoulders. As she slips into sleep Padme feels a light brush of lips on the back of her other hand.

Welcome back! So glad you came back too!

(tiny update. If anyone is still checking this meme. And confession: I'm a single lady who doesn't know anything about birthing no babies. Or breastfeeding. There was much googling and occasional discussions with my friends who are new mothers tring to figure out appropriate body stuff and baby actions haha)

He's gone when she wakes. The morning light is already streaming in through the foggy glass and she groans. He must have bottle feed the twins before leaving. A kind gesture, but one that leaves her breasts aching now. They feel tight, and hot to the touch. Still, the extra hours of sleep were appreciated, despite the discomfort. All this running and hiding was taking a toll on her still healing body. Carefully, she rolled to the side, on hand gently pressed against the swell of her breast, and made her way to the make shift cradles in the next room.

Luke was already waking up, his eyes blinking up at her and feet beginning to wiggle and kick. Even in less than optimal conditions such as these, watching how far they'd come was astonishing. They'd learning to lift their heads up and were following along with people or object much better. Moving and kicking and stretching and testing their limits all in a few months. She picked Luke up and nuzzled him, brushing a kiss over soft curve of his small ears. He cooed back at her, hand swinging up to grasp at her's, his small hands with such a strong grip already. She smiles down at him again before leaning over to carefully grab Leia and then heads to back to the couch to nurse. Relief soon follows as the twins latch on, the tight feeling slowly ebbing as they feed. Hands rubbing over their warm backs, she feels her resolve strengthen. The pain and despair and ennui beginning to be overridden by the will to fight. She will continue to heal, to regain her strength. She will continue to run, to search for a safe place with Obi Wan, to find others doing the same. She will stand up against this new Empire and it's treachery and fight to bring back the Republic, to undo the damage she helped cause.

She brushes a hand over the fuzz on Luke's head, his eyes wide open, taking in everything around him. So curious already. And Leia, snuggled against her, fingers curling and uncurling in her robe as she still suckles. She will fight, for them.

Hey yeah! Still checking every once and again and happy to read any little thing you leave :)

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Re: [FILL] we push away the unimaginable (Padme/Obi Wan) 4/?

Re: [FILL] we push away the unimaginable (Padme/Obi Wan) 4/?

Re: [FILL] we push away the unimaginable (Padme/Obi Wan) 5/?

Re: [FILL] we push away the unimaginable (Padme/Obi Wan) 5/?