This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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“You’re going to blow our cover,” Obi-Wan whispers against his ear, his voice harsh to pierce through the thump, thump, thump of the music.
Qui-Gon merely raises his eyebrow in response. The bass is far too loud, and he is far, far too old for this.
“You’re stiff as a protocol droid, for fuck’s sake. Move,” Obi-Wan hisses, his breath hot and reminiscent of chadian rum.
Source: Glitter, by antheiasilva – Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Undercover in a gay club trope. This makes their coming together feel unavoidable, two bodies crashing together. But of course it’s not just bodies, therefore there’s a bittersweet edge to the entire scorching hot encounter.
Qui-Gon remembered the cups they had been offered by the priest upon arrival. One for him, one for Obi-Wan.
“Your priest has poisoned my apprentice?”
“Poisoned? No! Never. It is a symbol. A symbol to our deity that we have found a worthy gift for it to claim.”
“How does your deity claim this gift?”
“Oh, it calls to the anointed. It joins their energy to its own. It is a blessing to be so worthy.”
Source: To Spare You, by Firondoiel – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Probably the best use of the virgin sacrifice/fuck or die trope I’ve ever read.
La Mothe seated Jack and Stephen in the center of a beautifully draped concert room—but this time he settled Stephen next to Jack, and sat himself on Stephen’s other side. Jack, replete with wine and food and extra helpings of pudding, felt more comfortable at once. Now perhaps he could whisper a bit. He grinned at Stephen in preparation; Stephen, as was common with Jack’s meaningful grins and winks, looked patiently perplexed.
Jack was about to lean onto his shoulder and speak…but what would he ask? “What’s all this then” seemed a bit broad. “How in God’s name does a secret agent remain secret in such finery and lace, with a smile half Apollo and half the other chap?” seemed a bit…personal. Especially since said secret agent had dressed Stephen up in garments almost as fine; and though Stephen didn’t need them, Jack would not have insulted him for the world.
Source: A kiss slowly rising to the eyes of the sea, by Dorinda – Aubrey-Maturin Series – Patrick O’Brian [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Jack meets a rather extraordinary friend of Stephen’s, making him see the doctor in a new light. Confusion and feelings ensue.
Do you remember that mission? he wanted to say to Qui-Gon. But Qui-Gon had a new padawan to train. Obi-Wan hadn’t seen him in a long time.
Source: Currents, by randomalia (spilinski) – Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Qui-Gon survives. Obi-Wan is knighted. Busy with solo missions, he slowly realises something about his feelings for his former Master.
But the rest of him is too caught up in this feeling of yes, good, right, the amazement of feeling so much and so deeply about a boy he barely even knows. And he’s never really felt that contentment before, always been a little more awkward in his skin than he cared to let on, so he basks in it and tries not to think about the consequences.
Source: (At Least With You I Got To Be) Young And Happy, by michaud – Private Romeo (2011) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
I love this movie, and this fic just makes it better, exploring what happened in that chemistry lab. 😉
The Code is the tool he reaches for, steady and heavy and secure. A Jedi shall not know love.
He realises, now, the careful crafting in the words that escaped him as a child. Shall not.
Perhaps those that made it knew they would be creating a lie in writing ‘will not.’
Source: Apogee, by randomalia (spilinski) – Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
This is a perfect gem of angst; forbidden love unavoidable in its intensity as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon come together in the dark of night.
He has a list of things the Code asks him not to keep.
He doesn’t keep the things themselves, of course. He would never harm his master, or his master’s reputation like that. Others – younger ones – look to him, a padawan to imitate.
He keeps the memories of them, those moments. A trained Jedi knows many mnemonics.
He takes them out sometimes, only sometimes, examines them from every angle, reaches for detachment. Who knows, he might even achieve it one day.
Source: Litanies, by Tohje – Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own
Pining, so much pining; this is a gorgeous and poetic glimpse into Obi-Wan’s soul, as well as achingly sensual when Qui-Gon unavoidably catches on.
Expecting the worst has seldom left him underprepared for weathering the whims of fate. Still he is shocked when he looks up to find a tall man with long hair, a mouth that gives nothing away, and eyes that dance to see him.
Source: Fall Back Together – Chapter 1, by DarkIsRising – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Obi-Wan runs into his former Master – delicious smut and feelings happen.
“I just thought…” Mico bit his lip. “Aren’t confessions more?”
Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Having a clandestine meeting to confess our feelings during a pandemic isn’t enough for you, Mico?”
Source: One more (keep the feeling going), by weilongfu – Hello Stranger (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Following right from the last episode, this feels like something that happened.
“Baby Yoda,” he said to the little plushie and nodded to himself. And then frowned again because there shouldn’t have been Baby Yoda with him in bed, at least not alone, there should have been Baby Yoda and Mico. He propped himself up on one elbow, looked around his bedroom, and there he was: Sitting in front of his laptop on the floor, with a button-down and a tie, headphones in, and making notes.
Source: Strangers no more, by FlorBexter – Hello Stranger (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
An early morning of soft boyfriends.