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The Prophecy by Pumpkin (PG-13)
Time for a story that's light and fun = D
Fandom: STAR WARS
Characters (as for pairing...?): Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, the Council
Length: short
Author: Pumpkin
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Author Website: unknown; she has her stories on Masters and Apprentices
WARNINGS: some machinations of the Council might make you choke *g* And a very mildly slashy content, so that's why I gave it a PG-13 rating.
Why this must be read: It had me in stitches and laughing aloud outright at some points as well. Fun, a lot of fun to read. And I loved the structure of the story, it's different and strengthens the plot in an admirable way.
Excerpt:
Mace
They entered my quarters, Obi-Wan's nose wrinkling just a bit before his face settled back into a serene façade. I had burned the main course, but had thought I'd gotten rid of the smell. Obviously I was mistaken. The fact that this whole thing was a mistake wasn't helping matters in the least. Though my friend and his apprentice appeared to see nothing amiss.
"Ah, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, come in, come in! It's good to see you." I could hear the forced cheer and almost panicked joviality of my tone and barely managed to contain my wince. They were sure to suspect something if I kept this up.
Sure enough, Qui-Gon was looking at me as if I'd grown a second head and begun spouting ribald poetry. Damn the Council anyway for their insistence on skulduggery and creeping about in the shadows. Especially the ancient little gnome who led us. Why he believed being 800 years old gave him the right to pry into everyone's affairs was beyond me. But we let him, as I suspected generation upon generation had done before us. This time he may have gone too far.
The Prophecy
Fandom: STAR WARS
Characters (as for pairing...?): Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, the Council
Length: short
Author: Pumpkin
On lj:
squashed Author Website: unknown; she has her stories on Masters and Apprentices
WARNINGS: some machinations of the Council might make you choke *g* And a very mildly slashy content, so that's why I gave it a PG-13 rating.
Why this must be read: It had me in stitches and laughing aloud outright at some points as well. Fun, a lot of fun to read. And I loved the structure of the story, it's different and strengthens the plot in an admirable way.
Excerpt:
Mace
They entered my quarters, Obi-Wan's nose wrinkling just a bit before his face settled back into a serene façade. I had burned the main course, but had thought I'd gotten rid of the smell. Obviously I was mistaken. The fact that this whole thing was a mistake wasn't helping matters in the least. Though my friend and his apprentice appeared to see nothing amiss.
"Ah, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, come in, come in! It's good to see you." I could hear the forced cheer and almost panicked joviality of my tone and barely managed to contain my wince. They were sure to suspect something if I kept this up.
Sure enough, Qui-Gon was looking at me as if I'd grown a second head and begun spouting ribald poetry. Damn the Council anyway for their insistence on skulduggery and creeping about in the shadows. Especially the ancient little gnome who led us. Why he believed being 800 years old gave him the right to pry into everyone's affairs was beyond me. But we let him, as I suspected generation upon generation had done before us. This time he may have gone too far.
The Prophecy
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