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kathierif_ficTitle: Just a little love
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Star Wars (prequel trilogy)
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: non-con, emotional manipulation, mind control
Word Count: 1117
Summary: Obi-Wan would never know that Anakin did this to him, but Anakin couldn’t help it; he needed this too much.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt: amnesia/mind control.
He waited until his Master settled down to meditate, legs crossed under him, eyes closed and muscles loose and unknotted. He had always loved seeing his Master like this, his guard down and his face open and relaxed.
He looked younger like this, trusting and almost innocent despite the thick beard he had for so long that it was almost impossible for Anakin to remember the time before, when he hadn’t had it – Obi-Wan wasn’t that much older than he was, after all, more like an indulgent older brother than a real Master. It didn’t mean that Anakin didn’t respect him – he respected and loved him fiercely, even if they didn’t always agree on things.
He respected and loved Obi-Wan so strongly it made his heart ache when he thought about it, and about the fact that Obi-Wan could never feel about him the way he felt about Obi-Wan.
There was no doubt that Obi-Wan loved his Padawan – now former Padawan – but he did so differently, in a more abstract way. Anakin’s love, on the other hand, was almost violent in its uncontrolled force, all-encompassing and complete. It wasn’t just limited to some abstract mental level, but stretched to the physical level, the mental level and every other level he could think of and imagine.
It was this love that threatened to overwhelm him now as he kneeled down in front of Obi-Wan and took in every single feature of his face – the shadows of every single eyelash as it rested against too pale cheeks, the dark shadows under his eyes, brought there by too much stress and not enough rest, the direction of every single hair in his beard and the top of his head, mussed and bright under the lights.
Anakin bit his lip as he debated what he wanted to do now, but the rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s chest under the soft tunic he was wearing, the hint of a collarbone under the fabric, the strong line of his thigh under tan leggings, helped him to come to a decision.
This, he knew, was risky. The consequences, if he ever got caught, would be dire, even worse than those of his marriage to Padmé, and he had to be very careful. He didn’t understand it – he didn’t want to harm anyone with this, and it was harmless. He didn’t understand why they would punish him for it, but he knew they did.
H only wanted Obi-Wan to love him the way he loved Obi-Wan.
Slowly, he inched closer, until his knees almost touched Obi-Wan’s crossed legs. He took another moment to cleanse his mind of everything unnecessary, and as soon as he’d done that, he took a deep breath and focused on the Force flowing around and through Obi-Wan.
Only weak-minded people could be influenced by Force-suggestion, and even now, in this open and trusting mindset he was right now, Obi-Wan was everything but weak-minded, and Anakin didn’t even try to influence him that way. He knew he would fail, and if Obi-Wan found out what he had been trying to do, he would leave Anakin and not come back for him.
Anakin would never get what he wanted.
He couldn’t risk that. He needed Obi-Wan by his side, protecting his back and letting Anakin feel that he was loved and cherished and wanted.
Instead of trying to influence Obi-Wan, he slowly set out to manipulate the Force around them, bending it to his will and forming it the way he needed it. It was a trick nobody knew he had picked up, and Anakin made sure to be careful when he used it; and he only used it when he was in the desperate need for this - he gave the Force one last tweak and then sent out his powers, to surround both him and Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan’s eyes opened. He slowly blinked, and Anakin held his breath. This was the most crucial point of the whole operation. If it hadn’t worked, he would find out now.
Obi-Wan would know immediately what Anakin had done, and he would turn away from Anakin in disgust.
Anakin could feel his heart pound in his chest, fast and afraid, and his lungs started to scream for oxygen, but he didn’t dare moving, not even to breathe, until Obi-Wan did, and when Obi-Wan stretched out his arms, Anakin exhaled in a rush and with a sound that was almost a sob, and he scrambled even closer, until he was in his Master’s lap, snuggled against his strong chest; warm, loved and protected.
This was what he craved, what he needed.
It didn’t matter that their position was awkward, with Anakin’s long limbs and the fact that Obi-Wan was not among the tallest people in the galaxy. Anakin’s back started to ache after a while, but he didn’t dare moving, didn’t dare leaving this safe cocoon of Obi-Wan’s arms, Obi-Wan’s strong and capable hands, rough and calloused from the many fights they had been involved in, resting on his back and rubbing soothing circles into his skin.
He didn’t know how long they stayed like this, but when Anakin felt like he could face the galaxy again, and he straightened slightly, to press his lips against Obi-Wan’s, the beard scratching and irritating his skin until it burned, his entire body felt stiff. He carefully disentangled himself from Obi-Wan and took his former position, kneeling in front of his Master.
Slowly and carefully, he started to reverse his manipulations of the Force, and then he waited for Obi-Wan to come out of his meditation, to go over the attack strategies with Anakin.
For the moment, his heart and soul were at rest, strengthened by what he’d done, by what he’d taken, but he knew it wouldn’t last for long and he would start to yearn for physical contact again. A part of him feared that soon, a simple hug wouldn’t be enough anymore, that he would crave more and more, but he pushed that thought far away from him.
He would deal with that problem when it would appear and not worry too much about it before. Worry led to fear, and fear led to the dark side of the Force. He would not go there.
He watched as Obi-Wan opened his eyes and smiled slightly at him.
Obi-Wan would never know what Anakin had done, what they had done, but Anakin did, and he carefully tucked the memory of Obi-Wan’s strong arms around him away, into the deepest and most carefully hidden part of his mind, where all of his memories of moments like that one were stored.
Obi-Wan would never know, but Anakin would never forget.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Star Wars (prequel trilogy)
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: non-con, emotional manipulation, mind control
Word Count: 1117
Summary: Obi-Wan would never know that Anakin did this to him, but Anakin couldn’t help it; he needed this too much.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt: amnesia/mind control.He waited until his Master settled down to meditate, legs crossed under him, eyes closed and muscles loose and unknotted. He had always loved seeing his Master like this, his guard down and his face open and relaxed.
He looked younger like this, trusting and almost innocent despite the thick beard he had for so long that it was almost impossible for Anakin to remember the time before, when he hadn’t had it – Obi-Wan wasn’t that much older than he was, after all, more like an indulgent older brother than a real Master. It didn’t mean that Anakin didn’t respect him – he respected and loved him fiercely, even if they didn’t always agree on things.
He respected and loved Obi-Wan so strongly it made his heart ache when he thought about it, and about the fact that Obi-Wan could never feel about him the way he felt about Obi-Wan.
There was no doubt that Obi-Wan loved his Padawan – now former Padawan – but he did so differently, in a more abstract way. Anakin’s love, on the other hand, was almost violent in its uncontrolled force, all-encompassing and complete. It wasn’t just limited to some abstract mental level, but stretched to the physical level, the mental level and every other level he could think of and imagine.
It was this love that threatened to overwhelm him now as he kneeled down in front of Obi-Wan and took in every single feature of his face – the shadows of every single eyelash as it rested against too pale cheeks, the dark shadows under his eyes, brought there by too much stress and not enough rest, the direction of every single hair in his beard and the top of his head, mussed and bright under the lights.
Anakin bit his lip as he debated what he wanted to do now, but the rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s chest under the soft tunic he was wearing, the hint of a collarbone under the fabric, the strong line of his thigh under tan leggings, helped him to come to a decision.
This, he knew, was risky. The consequences, if he ever got caught, would be dire, even worse than those of his marriage to Padmé, and he had to be very careful. He didn’t understand it – he didn’t want to harm anyone with this, and it was harmless. He didn’t understand why they would punish him for it, but he knew they did.
H only wanted Obi-Wan to love him the way he loved Obi-Wan.
Slowly, he inched closer, until his knees almost touched Obi-Wan’s crossed legs. He took another moment to cleanse his mind of everything unnecessary, and as soon as he’d done that, he took a deep breath and focused on the Force flowing around and through Obi-Wan.
Only weak-minded people could be influenced by Force-suggestion, and even now, in this open and trusting mindset he was right now, Obi-Wan was everything but weak-minded, and Anakin didn’t even try to influence him that way. He knew he would fail, and if Obi-Wan found out what he had been trying to do, he would leave Anakin and not come back for him.
Anakin would never get what he wanted.
He couldn’t risk that. He needed Obi-Wan by his side, protecting his back and letting Anakin feel that he was loved and cherished and wanted.
Instead of trying to influence Obi-Wan, he slowly set out to manipulate the Force around them, bending it to his will and forming it the way he needed it. It was a trick nobody knew he had picked up, and Anakin made sure to be careful when he used it; and he only used it when he was in the desperate need for this - he gave the Force one last tweak and then sent out his powers, to surround both him and Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan’s eyes opened. He slowly blinked, and Anakin held his breath. This was the most crucial point of the whole operation. If it hadn’t worked, he would find out now.
Obi-Wan would know immediately what Anakin had done, and he would turn away from Anakin in disgust.
Anakin could feel his heart pound in his chest, fast and afraid, and his lungs started to scream for oxygen, but he didn’t dare moving, not even to breathe, until Obi-Wan did, and when Obi-Wan stretched out his arms, Anakin exhaled in a rush and with a sound that was almost a sob, and he scrambled even closer, until he was in his Master’s lap, snuggled against his strong chest; warm, loved and protected.
This was what he craved, what he needed.
It didn’t matter that their position was awkward, with Anakin’s long limbs and the fact that Obi-Wan was not among the tallest people in the galaxy. Anakin’s back started to ache after a while, but he didn’t dare moving, didn’t dare leaving this safe cocoon of Obi-Wan’s arms, Obi-Wan’s strong and capable hands, rough and calloused from the many fights they had been involved in, resting on his back and rubbing soothing circles into his skin.
He didn’t know how long they stayed like this, but when Anakin felt like he could face the galaxy again, and he straightened slightly, to press his lips against Obi-Wan’s, the beard scratching and irritating his skin until it burned, his entire body felt stiff. He carefully disentangled himself from Obi-Wan and took his former position, kneeling in front of his Master.
Slowly and carefully, he started to reverse his manipulations of the Force, and then he waited for Obi-Wan to come out of his meditation, to go over the attack strategies with Anakin.
For the moment, his heart and soul were at rest, strengthened by what he’d done, by what he’d taken, but he knew it wouldn’t last for long and he would start to yearn for physical contact again. A part of him feared that soon, a simple hug wouldn’t be enough anymore, that he would crave more and more, but he pushed that thought far away from him.
He would deal with that problem when it would appear and not worry too much about it before. Worry led to fear, and fear led to the dark side of the Force. He would not go there.
He watched as Obi-Wan opened his eyes and smiled slightly at him.
Obi-Wan would never know what Anakin had done, what they had done, but Anakin did, and he carefully tucked the memory of Obi-Wan’s strong arms around him away, into the deepest and most carefully hidden part of his mind, where all of his memories of moments like that one were stored.
Obi-Wan would never know, but Anakin would never forget.
~end.
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:37 pm (UTC)wherever that thought came from, I hope it goes back there :))
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Date: 2011-02-08 12:18 pm (UTC)damn
awesome.
i might say.
I think this really captures Anakin's personality on a deeper level than most stories. wonderful writing, really.
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Date: 2011-08-13 05:20 pm (UTC)Amazing work!
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