friday ficrecs. two times is a trend, right?
Have been away from keyboard most of the week, but look! I am posting these two weeks in a row. Yay me. ;) Someday I might get around to reading and reccing things that are more recent than this? Maybe? Hah. I am perpetually behind, fannishly speaking.
Oh, hey - speaking of being perpetually behind, I am finally getting around to watching all those Marvel movies. Like, so far I have watched Iron Man, Iron Man 2, and Thor. I'm going to catch up with the real world in a few more months, maybe. *g*
Okay. Ficrecs:
Rumours of my Demise (4012 words) by cupiscent Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mature. Padme Amidala cannot live in a galaxy where he has come to be what he is. Obi-Wan Kenobi spends most of his time talking with ghosts. Warnings: Major Character Death. An AU what-if set after Revenge of the Sith that scratched an itch I had after my kids re-watched all six movies over the course of several rainy, yucky days. Spare and melancholy and really lovely.
for just one taste of this (1843 words) by nextgreatadventure. Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, Mature. After that, though, things got tricky and dangerous because they pushed a little more and went a little (a lot) further off that deep end, and soon it was the two of them alone in the empty barracks and this wasn’t wrong, was it, just sitting side by side in the darkness? A season 4/Divide and Conquer-era 'what if they didn't actually manage to keep it all locked away' story. Slow and hot and while you can certainly feel a tiny undercurrent of all the ways this could end badly sometimes in the future, this story is more about the love and devotion underneath the lust and the mutual bad decisions. Also did I mention hot? :)
Nefarious Playwrights Are To Blame For My Life (2847 words) by a_loquita. Stargate: SG-1, Sam/Jack, Teen. I swear sometimes that there is someone writing my life, specifically, an omnipotent being that's sick and twisted and has got it in for Jack O'Neill. Okay, so I might have accidentally-on-purpose re-read a fair amount of a-loquita's fic recently, but which to rec today? There are many, many excellent choices. But I had not read this one in *ages*, so here you go. I love the Jack O'Neill voice in this story, the trademark humor but with much more serious stuff going on underneath. (Also naked and UST are really quite difficult to pull off in the same fic like this, I'm just saying.) :)
Also posted at DW, where
people have commented. Comments welcome here or there.
Oh, hey - speaking of being perpetually behind, I am finally getting around to watching all those Marvel movies. Like, so far I have watched Iron Man, Iron Man 2, and Thor. I'm going to catch up with the real world in a few more months, maybe. *g*
Okay. Ficrecs:
Rumours of my Demise (4012 words) by cupiscent Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mature. Padme Amidala cannot live in a galaxy where he has come to be what he is. Obi-Wan Kenobi spends most of his time talking with ghosts. Warnings: Major Character Death. An AU what-if set after Revenge of the Sith that scratched an itch I had after my kids re-watched all six movies over the course of several rainy, yucky days. Spare and melancholy and really lovely.
for just one taste of this (1843 words) by nextgreatadventure. Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, Mature. After that, though, things got tricky and dangerous because they pushed a little more and went a little (a lot) further off that deep end, and soon it was the two of them alone in the empty barracks and this wasn’t wrong, was it, just sitting side by side in the darkness? A season 4/Divide and Conquer-era 'what if they didn't actually manage to keep it all locked away' story. Slow and hot and while you can certainly feel a tiny undercurrent of all the ways this could end badly sometimes in the future, this story is more about the love and devotion underneath the lust and the mutual bad decisions. Also did I mention hot? :)
Nefarious Playwrights Are To Blame For My Life (2847 words) by a_loquita. Stargate: SG-1, Sam/Jack, Teen. I swear sometimes that there is someone writing my life, specifically, an omnipotent being that's sick and twisted and has got it in for Jack O'Neill. Okay, so I might have accidentally-on-purpose re-read a fair amount of a-loquita's fic recently, but which to rec today? There are many, many excellent choices. But I had not read this one in *ages*, so here you go. I love the Jack O'Neill voice in this story, the trademark humor but with much more serious stuff going on underneath. (Also naked and UST are really quite difficult to pull off in the same fic like this, I'm just saying.) :)
Also posted at DW, where
people have commented. Comments welcome here or there.