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One Clear Call by epigram and illstarred (NC-17)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan, mentions of Anakin/Padmé, and Obi-Wan/Other(s)
Length: ~87,300
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
You'll have to imagine my shock when I first realized that this epic story hadn't yet been recommended here, a couple of re-checks later (just to make sure) and I was absolutely giddy with anticipation to introduce you guys to a real jewel of a fanfic.
One Clear Call follows Anakin and Obi-Wan as they come back home to Coruscant and find themselves having to deal with Anakin's deteriorating relationship with the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan's attempts to push his Padawan away in the wake of his developing romantic feelings, and the Sith plotting as always, waiting in the shadows in order to strike in the worst ways possible. This story is not for the faint of heart, there's dub-con/non-con throughout and elements of BDSM in later parts of the story, but all the chapters have adequate warning labels and if you give this one a try I promise you won't regret it.
Obi-Wan stood, arms crossed, hands gripping his elbows inside the sleeves of his Jedi cloak. He watched as his ship was prepared, worker droids buzzing about in an annoying and infuriating manner. He was impatient, which was not his normal state of being, and it unnerved him.
"Are you sure you should go alone? After everything you've been through?" Mace asked at his side.
"We've been through this, Mace. I am perfectly capable of rescuing my wayward Padawan alone. I have, after all, had quite a bit of practice doing so," Obi-Wan responded. "Can't they hurry up?"
Mace laughed, "I see your dislike of droids is still firmly in place. Anakin got himself into this mess, Obi-Wan. You should let the boy get himself out of it."
"Mace, you have been an ass throughout this entire affair. Don't think I've forgotten."
"Anakin-"
"Anakin is my concern, as I am still his Master. Unless he's been removed from my care, in which case, the Council should have informed me."
Mace sighed heavily, "No, the Council has not assigned Anakin to another Master. Though we do have concerns-"
"Which are unfounded and unwarranted," Obi-Wan countered, interrupting Mace again.
"Should we then expect that the relationship between yourself and Anakin will return to its original state, now that your memories have been restored?" Mace asked, looking at the ship, voice betraying nothing.
But Obi-Wan knew better. He knew what Mace was asking, and he knew that he wanted to avoid that question for as long as possible. "I haven't even seen him yet, Mace."
Mace stood silent for a moment, then inclined his head toward the ship, ignoring the comment altogether, "I think you're ready to go."
Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "I'll take my leave then. I shall contact you when I have retrieved Anakin."
Mace bowed in return, "May the Force be with you, old friend."
Obi-Wan inclined his head, turned, and walked sedately up the ship's ramp. Once inside, he entered the coordinates he'd managed to gleam from Anakin's signal.
When the coordinates were entered, and the knot in his stomach had calmed from the jump to hyperspace, Obi-Wan leaned his head back against the headrest of the chair and closed his eyes.
When he'd awoken in the Healers Ward, he'd felt perfectly normal. It had taken quite a few moments for the reality of everything that had happened to settle in. The rush of memory, everything that had happened, the feel of the hands and mouths of the men on Tatooine, the feel of harsh sand against his knees and a burning ache in his throat, the pain of being taken over and over and over again.
He'd vomited all over the Healer, embarrassing himself, shaking and hugging his knees until he'd managed to catch his breath, to calm himself within the Force, to breathe.
And then all the memories of Anakin flooded him. Tatooine, the trip, their arrival on Coruscant. Everything.
It had all simply been there. Everything he had said and done. Simply, everything.
He could almost feel Anakin on his flesh, under his skin, in his soul.
After all the years of struggling to keep his hands off his Padawan, of fighting against his own desires, of shouldering the weight of the Chosen One on his shoulders, he'd given in. Given in, in a grand and glorious manner, it seemed. Let it not be said he didn't do things fully, once he set his mind upon them.
Obi-Wan trusted in the Force, trusted in it as he trusted in little else. But this, this could not possibly be the will of the Force. No.
His actions on Tatooine were dictated by necessity and circumstance, that he could accept. And his actions toward Anakin, those, too, had been a direct result of the situation that had been pressed upon them. Even Anakin's blatant disregard for every single, solitary tenant of the Jedi Order that Obi-Wan had spent years attempting to instill in him, didn't concern him.
No, it was that underneath everything, underneath the memories and the actions and the complete and total betrayal of all the ideals Obi-Wan held dear, there was a glimmer of something.
Unavoidable and shining -- the knowledge that he was not sorry. Force help him, he was not. And if Anakin was here, now, in the present, he could not guarantee that he would not do it all again.
Obi-Wan rubbed his chin absently, staring out into the nothing of space. And, of course, Anakin had to go and get himself captured at the most inopportune moment possible.
It was, Obi-Wan thought, something that they would have to work on once Anakin was home and safe and back in his arms.
One Clear Call
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan, mentions of Anakin/Padmé, and Obi-Wan/Other(s)
Length: ~87,300
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
You'll have to imagine my shock when I first realized that this epic story hadn't yet been recommended here, a couple of re-checks later (just to make sure) and I was absolutely giddy with anticipation to introduce you guys to a real jewel of a fanfic.
One Clear Call follows Anakin and Obi-Wan as they come back home to Coruscant and find themselves having to deal with Anakin's deteriorating relationship with the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan's attempts to push his Padawan away in the wake of his developing romantic feelings, and the Sith plotting as always, waiting in the shadows in order to strike in the worst ways possible. This story is not for the faint of heart, there's dub-con/non-con throughout and elements of BDSM in later parts of the story, but all the chapters have adequate warning labels and if you give this one a try I promise you won't regret it.
Obi-Wan stood, arms crossed, hands gripping his elbows inside the sleeves of his Jedi cloak. He watched as his ship was prepared, worker droids buzzing about in an annoying and infuriating manner. He was impatient, which was not his normal state of being, and it unnerved him.
"Are you sure you should go alone? After everything you've been through?" Mace asked at his side.
"We've been through this, Mace. I am perfectly capable of rescuing my wayward Padawan alone. I have, after all, had quite a bit of practice doing so," Obi-Wan responded. "Can't they hurry up?"
Mace laughed, "I see your dislike of droids is still firmly in place. Anakin got himself into this mess, Obi-Wan. You should let the boy get himself out of it."
"Mace, you have been an ass throughout this entire affair. Don't think I've forgotten."
"Anakin-"
"Anakin is my concern, as I am still his Master. Unless he's been removed from my care, in which case, the Council should have informed me."
Mace sighed heavily, "No, the Council has not assigned Anakin to another Master. Though we do have concerns-"
"Which are unfounded and unwarranted," Obi-Wan countered, interrupting Mace again.
"Should we then expect that the relationship between yourself and Anakin will return to its original state, now that your memories have been restored?" Mace asked, looking at the ship, voice betraying nothing.
But Obi-Wan knew better. He knew what Mace was asking, and he knew that he wanted to avoid that question for as long as possible. "I haven't even seen him yet, Mace."
Mace stood silent for a moment, then inclined his head toward the ship, ignoring the comment altogether, "I think you're ready to go."
Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "I'll take my leave then. I shall contact you when I have retrieved Anakin."
Mace bowed in return, "May the Force be with you, old friend."
Obi-Wan inclined his head, turned, and walked sedately up the ship's ramp. Once inside, he entered the coordinates he'd managed to gleam from Anakin's signal.
When the coordinates were entered, and the knot in his stomach had calmed from the jump to hyperspace, Obi-Wan leaned his head back against the headrest of the chair and closed his eyes.
When he'd awoken in the Healers Ward, he'd felt perfectly normal. It had taken quite a few moments for the reality of everything that had happened to settle in. The rush of memory, everything that had happened, the feel of the hands and mouths of the men on Tatooine, the feel of harsh sand against his knees and a burning ache in his throat, the pain of being taken over and over and over again.
He'd vomited all over the Healer, embarrassing himself, shaking and hugging his knees until he'd managed to catch his breath, to calm himself within the Force, to breathe.
And then all the memories of Anakin flooded him. Tatooine, the trip, their arrival on Coruscant. Everything.
It had all simply been there. Everything he had said and done. Simply, everything.
He could almost feel Anakin on his flesh, under his skin, in his soul.
After all the years of struggling to keep his hands off his Padawan, of fighting against his own desires, of shouldering the weight of the Chosen One on his shoulders, he'd given in. Given in, in a grand and glorious manner, it seemed. Let it not be said he didn't do things fully, once he set his mind upon them.
Obi-Wan trusted in the Force, trusted in it as he trusted in little else. But this, this could not possibly be the will of the Force. No.
His actions on Tatooine were dictated by necessity and circumstance, that he could accept. And his actions toward Anakin, those, too, had been a direct result of the situation that had been pressed upon them. Even Anakin's blatant disregard for every single, solitary tenant of the Jedi Order that Obi-Wan had spent years attempting to instill in him, didn't concern him.
No, it was that underneath everything, underneath the memories and the actions and the complete and total betrayal of all the ideals Obi-Wan held dear, there was a glimmer of something.
Unavoidable and shining -- the knowledge that he was not sorry. Force help him, he was not. And if Anakin was here, now, in the present, he could not guarantee that he would not do it all again.
Obi-Wan rubbed his chin absently, staring out into the nothing of space. And, of course, Anakin had to go and get himself captured at the most inopportune moment possible.
It was, Obi-Wan thought, something that they would have to work on once Anakin was home and safe and back in his arms.
One Clear Call
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