so totally on the guilty pleasures recs.

[quigonejinn]

OK. So I'm such a newbie in this fandom that I don't know whether this is like recc'ing Cassie Claire, but OMG. Compay Segundo. NC-17.

And yes, I know it's another one of those fics about the Great Jedi Tradition of a master pegging his Padawan up the ass, but what makes this fic readable -- let alone surprisingly, surprisingly good -- is the execution. Gloriana never a takes quite the route that you were expecting. Her sex scenes communicate real, genuine knowledge of what it's like to have sex like that. Above all, though, she makes her Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sound like Jedi. She invests in the whole silly tradition; she gives it cultural background, and hello, there is Qui/Xan, OMG.

True, stella_belli pointed out some quibbles with the Qui-Gon characterization, and there are some parts of this that would have had me rolling around the bed with hilarity if the rest of it weren't so well-executed. At one point, in fact, I was telling Dilly that the fic had not only jumped the shark but also dogfish, lungfish, and groups of amphibians.

The author sold me in the end, though. She even redeems the sappy true-love ending by having Obi-Wan realize some rather nasty truths about his relationship with Qui-Gon, and man. :D This is 314K of solid gold crack, man. Solid.

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[mozart.livejournal.com]

and the last bits just made me very sad.

He studied Obi-Wan's face when Obi-Wan flinched at the words. "Will you tell me? You don't have to, but perhaps I can help ease your pain."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Obi-Wan sniffed and wiped his face on the corner of his robe. "Oh, that's not altogether true, and I suppose it will hurt from time to time, but I have made my choice, Master. The hardest part was understanding that there was a choice at all."

"Between being a Jedi," Qui-Gon probed cautiously, "or being something else?"

Obi-Wan smiled, a feeble effort. "No, that was Xan's question, not mine. If they denied me my knighthood and exiled me for years on a desert rock, I'd still be a Jedi. The question is, what kind of a Jedi? The one I wanted to be -- or the one the Force needs me to be?"

"Tell me what you wanted." Qui-Gon folded his hands into the sleeves of his outer tunic.

Obi-Wan brushed away a fallen thread from the band tying his braid. "A child's dream."

[mozart.livejournal.com]

godddd the more i read it, the more i love it.

Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon, sitting there quietly discussing a future without him. His master's face was smoothed, sunshine flattening the contours of harsh lines and sharp projections which normally gave it such definition. It was cleansed of all emotion by the light.

He'd been staring at Qui-Gon for a third of his life. Yet in three short days he had reversed his whole way of seeing. Or perhaps it had been in that one moment, when he watched passion recast those well-known features from master into lover. Either way, he knew that the face now presented to him was nothing but a mask, controlled as carefully as were the hands lying still on Qui-Gon's knees.


i'll shutup now.

*runs away to cry*