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Top Dog by Sian (NC-17)
Fandom: Star Wars Franchise
Author: Sian (sian@randomadventures.com)
Author website: Sian's Fiction
Author on lj: unknown
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex between consenting minors (I'm only including the warning because the author did - they're both over sixteen)
Why this must be read:
Oh, this is fun. Obi-Wan Kenobi is pretty much the best Jedi Padawan on Coruscant and Bruck Chan really has it in for him. The news that Jedi Master Yoda is returning to Coruscant with his own Padawan threatens to shake up the natural pecking order. Master Yoda's enigmatic Padawan is, of course, a young man by the name of Qui-Gon Jinn.
So much of the fanfiction in this particular pairing hinges on their roles as Master and Padawan and it's refreshing to see such a successful attempt to write them in another way.
Qui-Gon is utterly charming as a shy and over-sized Padawan trying to fit in and suffering from a terrible crush on a fellow Padawan... (I'll give you a hint - it's not Bruck).
Obi-Wan, despite being kind, intelligent and gorgeous, is not exactly having an easy time either, thanks to Bruck's machinations.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a name he was also familiar with, having had a look at the rankings Master Yoda has been forwarded during their trip from Dantooine to Coruscant. Poise, sophistication, and the top Padawan in their age group here in the largest Temple the Jedi fielded.
Yes, Qui-Gon had been top placed in his own temple, but there had only been eighteen others to compete thusly against on Dantooine, and he was the oldest, tallest and strongest, not to mention having the benefit of having Master Yoda as his Master. Had Qui-Gon not been the top ranked, he would have been considered at failure, at least in his own mind.
But here? Here he was the Jedi equivalent of a backwater cousin from the uncivilized Outer Rim, with little experience in the true politics that underscored such a teeming center of life and the Republic. He would either have to be aggressive, to challenge anyone who dared question his training or lack thereof and rely on either the intimidation his Master's reputation would give him or the assumed strength inherent in his own size and fitness. Or he could try to slip into the background, become a silent observer of the social structure already in place and that he was not sure he would ever fit into.
Or ever want to.
Friends you might make is not an option? Yoda's not so quiet thoughts and amusement came across Qui-Gon's link with his Master. Good only for intimidating or hiding are my teachings?
The slow burn of embarrassment had Qui-Gon again wishing for the anonymity of his hood, especially when Kenobi's cool eyes darkened at the evidence of Qui-Gon's discomfort. He knew his own gaze turned sullen even without noting the flash of surprise and expectation quickly hidden by the other Padawan, or the sense of disappointment he got from his Master.
Fortunately Master Windu's directing attention and movement again onward, the dark-skinned man taking the lead in returning the Council to the room that housed their meeting room, rescued Qui-Gon from having to make any apologies or excuses.
Or so he had hoped, but which hope quickly proved unfounded. His Master paused in the slow shuffle of his natural gait and turned to point his gimer stick at the other Padawan Qui-Gon had made sure not to walk near.
"Need there is not for my Padawan to stand in attendance during the meeting." It was not a question or a request for permission, and Master Yoda's ears began to rise a little at their extended tips, a clear indication that he had found or decided on something that amused him. Which none of the others even thought to dispute.
"Nor need is there for yours, huum, Master Gallia? Show Qui-Gon, young Obi-Wan can, to his new quarters, then escort him to where the other Padawans socialize?"
It was Qui-Gon's turn to feel rebuked by a stain of color rising on the other Padawan's face, though Obi-Wan had the grace not to visibly frown as Qui-Gon had. On the other hand, the utterly neutral expression that quickly masked Obi-Wan's features was probably just as telling of how much he didn't want the enforced interaction either.
"I would be honored, Master Yoda," came the easy lie of a trained diplomat.
"Food he should find too," Master Yoda continued, although even Qui-Gon wasn't sure which he his Master meant. Until, "Hungry always is one, when rival the spires of the Temple they do."
Again Qui-Gon flushed, this time to a bright red that brought a chuckle to more than one adult. He shot his glance toward Kenobi, ready to again challenge the other's reaction, but instead of the amusement on his behalf, Kenobi's face held something more akin to sympathy, or at least commiseration. Qui-Gon let go of the hostility he wanted to direct at the other and offered a tentative smile.
Which was returned a hundred fold, transforming the other's neutrality and aloofness into something a lot more accessible and attractive.
Very attractive.
Top Dog
Author: Sian (sian@randomadventures.com)
Author website: Sian's Fiction
Author on lj: unknown
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex between consenting minors (I'm only including the warning because the author did - they're both over sixteen)
Why this must be read:
Oh, this is fun. Obi-Wan Kenobi is pretty much the best Jedi Padawan on Coruscant and Bruck Chan really has it in for him. The news that Jedi Master Yoda is returning to Coruscant with his own Padawan threatens to shake up the natural pecking order. Master Yoda's enigmatic Padawan is, of course, a young man by the name of Qui-Gon Jinn.
So much of the fanfiction in this particular pairing hinges on their roles as Master and Padawan and it's refreshing to see such a successful attempt to write them in another way.
Qui-Gon is utterly charming as a shy and over-sized Padawan trying to fit in and suffering from a terrible crush on a fellow Padawan... (I'll give you a hint - it's not Bruck).
Obi-Wan, despite being kind, intelligent and gorgeous, is not exactly having an easy time either, thanks to Bruck's machinations.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a name he was also familiar with, having had a look at the rankings Master Yoda has been forwarded during their trip from Dantooine to Coruscant. Poise, sophistication, and the top Padawan in their age group here in the largest Temple the Jedi fielded.
Yes, Qui-Gon had been top placed in his own temple, but there had only been eighteen others to compete thusly against on Dantooine, and he was the oldest, tallest and strongest, not to mention having the benefit of having Master Yoda as his Master. Had Qui-Gon not been the top ranked, he would have been considered at failure, at least in his own mind.
But here? Here he was the Jedi equivalent of a backwater cousin from the uncivilized Outer Rim, with little experience in the true politics that underscored such a teeming center of life and the Republic. He would either have to be aggressive, to challenge anyone who dared question his training or lack thereof and rely on either the intimidation his Master's reputation would give him or the assumed strength inherent in his own size and fitness. Or he could try to slip into the background, become a silent observer of the social structure already in place and that he was not sure he would ever fit into.
Or ever want to.
Friends you might make is not an option? Yoda's not so quiet thoughts and amusement came across Qui-Gon's link with his Master. Good only for intimidating or hiding are my teachings?
The slow burn of embarrassment had Qui-Gon again wishing for the anonymity of his hood, especially when Kenobi's cool eyes darkened at the evidence of Qui-Gon's discomfort. He knew his own gaze turned sullen even without noting the flash of surprise and expectation quickly hidden by the other Padawan, or the sense of disappointment he got from his Master.
Fortunately Master Windu's directing attention and movement again onward, the dark-skinned man taking the lead in returning the Council to the room that housed their meeting room, rescued Qui-Gon from having to make any apologies or excuses.
Or so he had hoped, but which hope quickly proved unfounded. His Master paused in the slow shuffle of his natural gait and turned to point his gimer stick at the other Padawan Qui-Gon had made sure not to walk near.
"Need there is not for my Padawan to stand in attendance during the meeting." It was not a question or a request for permission, and Master Yoda's ears began to rise a little at their extended tips, a clear indication that he had found or decided on something that amused him. Which none of the others even thought to dispute.
"Nor need is there for yours, huum, Master Gallia? Show Qui-Gon, young Obi-Wan can, to his new quarters, then escort him to where the other Padawans socialize?"
It was Qui-Gon's turn to feel rebuked by a stain of color rising on the other Padawan's face, though Obi-Wan had the grace not to visibly frown as Qui-Gon had. On the other hand, the utterly neutral expression that quickly masked Obi-Wan's features was probably just as telling of how much he didn't want the enforced interaction either.
"I would be honored, Master Yoda," came the easy lie of a trained diplomat.
"Food he should find too," Master Yoda continued, although even Qui-Gon wasn't sure which he his Master meant. Until, "Hungry always is one, when rival the spires of the Temple they do."
Again Qui-Gon flushed, this time to a bright red that brought a chuckle to more than one adult. He shot his glance toward Kenobi, ready to again challenge the other's reaction, but instead of the amusement on his behalf, Kenobi's face held something more akin to sympathy, or at least commiseration. Qui-Gon let go of the hostility he wanted to direct at the other and offered a tentative smile.
Which was returned a hundred fold, transforming the other's neutrality and aloofness into something a lot more accessible and attractive.
Very attractive.
Top Dog
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