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Gen
This fic is rated: PG?
Characters: Mace Windu, Anakin Skywalker, Palpatine
Summary: why Mace screamed
For tpm100's prompt: Extinction
Warnings: Character death.
Word Count: 100
The lightsaber's blue blade sears through his wrist, and Mace Windu screams. Not because of the pain, but because in that one moment, he sees his universe end.
Sees Skywalker kneeling before Palpatine in submission.
Sees the Jedi Temple littered with the blaster-scorched bodies of the fallen. The Younglings.
Sees Yoda falling toward the floor of the senate, defeated.
Sees the Republic yield to tyranny, for the first time in a thousand years.
He sees all of this, in the space between one heartbeat and the next. When Palpatine finally hits him with the Force Lightning, it's almost a mercy.
This fic is rated: G
Characters: Mace Windu, Depa Billaba
Timeline: after Shatterpoint, before RotS
Summary: Mace goes to visit Depa
For tpm100's prompt: Lost
Spoilers: Bigtime for Shatterpoint.
Word Count: 100
When he returned to the Temple after his latest mission, Mace's first stop was at the medical wing. The Healer on duty gave him a quick, tight-lipped shake of the head; no change.
He used the long walk to Depa's room to steel himself. By the time he sat down beside her bed, he was all Jedi calm. He took her limp hand in his.
Her fingers didn't even twitch.
He felt the hot tightness in his throat. There is no passion, there is peace. But how could he possibly be at peace while Depa was lost in the dark?
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters: Mace Windu, Chancellor Palpatine
Timeline: during RotS
Summary: Mace sees a shatterpoint ...
Inspiration: watching a whole bunch of "alternate ending" vids on youtube
Warnings: violence of a particularly cringe-inducing kind, if you're a guy
Word Count: 100 (on the nose, first draft)
Caught in desperate combat, Mace looked into the Force. And for one, fleeting moment, he saw a shatterpoint -- a weakness in Palpatine's defense. It was not the Jedi way -- but the cost of defeat was unthinkable.
He rammed his knee straight up.
Palpatine doubled over. Mace released the activation plate on his lightsaber -- he was here to make an arrest. But he was too slow. Even as it shrunk away, the purple blade burned its way through Palpatine's shoulder, down into his chest.
The Chancellor -- the Sith Lord -- was dead before he hit the ground.
Slash
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda
Summary: after TPM
Prompt: slashthedrabble: memory/memories
Spoilers: The Phantom Menace
Word Count: 100
"It's not forbidden by the Code," Mace had said, when Yoda had questioned him about his relations with Qui-Gon. Though Yoda had said it bordered dangerously close to attachment, he had ultimately trusted his former Padawan's judgment in the matter.
After all, they were two Masters, well in control of their own emotions. They could enjoy each others' company, each others' bodies.
But that was before Naboo. Before the Sith had returned.
Before the pyre that had burned his heart to ashes, along with Qui-Gon's body.
Now, left with nothing but his memories, Mace was willing to concede the point.
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Summary: what happened after the fall
Timeline: during RotS
For slashthedrabble's prompt #056: fix
Inspiration: watching RotS
Warnings: character death
Word Count: 200
One moment he was falling, screaming -- burning from the inside out, as Force lightning seared through him.
The next ...
He thought he heard a whisper, "Hello, Mace."
He opened his eyes -- except he didn't have eyes any more, did he? He squeezed the eyelids he didn't have shut against the emptiness. He didn't have lungs, so he couldn't take a deep, cleansing breath ...
Only a lifetime of discipline kept him from panicking in the weightless, bodiless void. He could easily imagine himself slipping away, dissolving.
But that was what was supposed to happen, wasn't it? He was dead; he should become one with the living Force.
Calm flowed through him, and he prepared himself for oblivion.
Except he wasn't dissolving. His psyche seemed disturbingly coherent.
Panic surged again, at the thought of being conscious but bodiless. In the nothingness, he'd go insane ...
And he imagined that he felt strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. "Easy," a familiar voice -- one that he hadn't heard for nearly thirteen years -- whispered.
"Qui-Gon. How -- ?"
"I hoped that if I stayed close enough, I could save Anakin. I failed. But I couldn't let you fall."
This fic is rated: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Obi-Wan, Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: a year or so before TPM
Summary: Obi-Wan walks in at the wrong time
For tpm100's prompt: Getting Caught
Warnings: explicit sexins
Word Count: 100
Obi-Wan knew he should have knocked, but his arms were full so he just walked in, not expecting to find Qui-Gon and Master Windu. He was too startled to say anything, and they were too involved with what they were doing to even notice.
Qui-Gon was on his hands and knees, head bowed in concentration. His cock was so hard it nearly pressed up against his belly, and it twitched in time with Master Windu's thrusts.
Overwhelmed by embarrassment, jealously, and sheer physical need, Obi-Wan backed out slowly, and used the Force to pull the door silently shut after him.
This fic is rated: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: 20ish through 17ish years before TPM
Warnings: masturbation, m/m imagery
Word Count: 100x4
Summary: Mace, in the shower, with his hand.
Standing in the shower, Mace wraps his fingers around his penis, strokes himself with brusque, almost angry movements. It's a biological need, he tells himself, no different from eating or sleeping or using the 'fresher. Something to be gotten over with so that he can get on with his duties as a senior Padawan.
He's close to finishing when the image comes to him; Master Dooku's former Padawan, a tall, lanky man with brown hair that brushes his shoulders. And for a moment he slows, becomes almost gentle with himself, as he imagines those elegant fingers taking over the task.
Summary: Qui-Gon likes the heat
When Master Dooku caught Qui-Gon masturbating, he'd taken him to a brothel. There was no better way to prevent attachment, he said, than by reducing the whole thing to a business transaction.
Qui-Gon had found that the sterile transactions left him cold. Once he was knighted, he found his companionship elsewhere.
Now, as he sparred with one of the younger knights, he found himself committing details -- the shaven head, the way his sweat-soaked tunic clung to him -- to memory. But it was the heat in Windu's eyes that would haunt him in the privacy of his own quarters.
Summary: Mace can't help but feel.
Mace gritted his teeth, and tried to ignore what he was feeling through the Force. It was bad enough being sent on a mission with Qui-Gon, without having him masturbate not a meter away.
Mace gritted his teeth.
For the past three years, the older Jedi had made frequent appearances in Mace's fantasies. And for the past three days, they'd been living in close quarters. Now, it was all Mace could do not to walk through the door and --
Qui-Gon let out a muffled groan. Mace carefully did not think about how Qui-Gon's face would look as he came.
Summary: Qui-Gon takes matters into his own hands.
Qui-Gon's normal policy on virgins was to avoid them, but he had a feeling that if he followed it with Mace, he would be waiting forever. So during the long, slow hyperspace journey back to Coruscant, Qui-Gon made sure to catch Mace when he left the shower.
"I've spent the past week and a half being subtle -- "
"That was subtle?"
"You didn't pounce on me."
"Jedi don't ... pounce."
Qui-Gon trailed one hand down Mace's bare chest. Mace flinched, but didn't back away.
"We'll start slow. Just hands for tonight."
He was glad they had a long trip.
This fic is rated: R
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: post-TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon misses being alive.
Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, angst
Word Count: 100
There are times when Qui-Gon misses being alive. When he craves skin, touch, contact.
Watching as Mace touches himself, he remembers how it was his hands that traveled over that body, caressed that skin, stroked that cock. The look on Mace's face is unbearably familiar, the sound that Mace makes when he comes would make Qui-Gon hard if he had a body to respond with.
There's a moment, as Mace drifts off to sleep, that Qui-Gon thinks he sees recognition in his eyes. But the moment passes, and Mace rolls over to face the wall, leaving Qui-Gon to watch alone.
This fic is rated: Porn!
Pairing: Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: sometime before TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
Warnings: Porn Without Plot
Word Count: 313
Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
He swirls his tongue slowly down Mace's body, taking his time, enjoying the journey, the feel and taste of skin. He meanders his way along the broad, muscled chest, stopping for a moment to circle one tensed nipple before heading lower.
He can feel Mace's stomach tense as he fights to maintain his iron control; he has mercy and takes a more direct route, following the fine line of the only hair on Mace's body to his goal. He hears Mace whimper, deep in his throat, but he digs his hands into the sheets and forces himself to lie still.
Now, it's Qui-Gon's turn for control. Much as he would love to take the length of it down his throat, he forces himself to draw his tongue up the underside of Mace's cock. He stops for a moment to probe the tender spot where the shaft meets the head, then turns back, sliding back down.
Mace bites his fist to muffle a frustrated moan.
Now, Qui-Gon turns his attention to Mace's balls. Takes them gently into his mouth and holds them there before releasing them. He puts one hand on Mace's belly, and feels his body jerk, then arch into the touch.
His control shatters. "Please!"
It's the surrender Qui-Gon has been waiting for. He wraps his lips around Mace's cock, takes the full length of him in one practiced move. Twice, three times, and Mace is jerking beneath him. He lets out a wail that sounds almost like pain, and Qui-Gon slides his arms around his waist to steady him.
In the aftermath, Mace lies trembling. Qui-Gon slides up beside him, wraps him in his arms, holds him like a child. He knows how hard it is for Mace to lose control, and he's honored that he trusts him enough to let him see it.
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Gen
This fic is rated: PG?
Characters: Mace Windu, Anakin Skywalker, Palpatine
Summary: why Mace screamed
For tpm100's prompt: Extinction
Warnings: Character death.
Word Count: 100
The lightsaber's blue blade sears through his wrist, and Mace Windu screams. Not because of the pain, but because in that one moment, he sees his universe end.
Sees Skywalker kneeling before Palpatine in submission.
Sees the Jedi Temple littered with the blaster-scorched bodies of the fallen. The Younglings.
Sees Yoda falling toward the floor of the senate, defeated.
Sees the Republic yield to tyranny, for the first time in a thousand years.
He sees all of this, in the space between one heartbeat and the next. When Palpatine finally hits him with the Force Lightning, it's almost a mercy.
This fic is rated: G
Characters: Mace Windu, Depa Billaba
Timeline: after Shatterpoint, before RotS
Summary: Mace goes to visit Depa
For tpm100's prompt: Lost
Spoilers: Bigtime for Shatterpoint.
Word Count: 100
When he returned to the Temple after his latest mission, Mace's first stop was at the medical wing. The Healer on duty gave him a quick, tight-lipped shake of the head; no change.
He used the long walk to Depa's room to steel himself. By the time he sat down beside her bed, he was all Jedi calm. He took her limp hand in his.
Her fingers didn't even twitch.
He felt the hot tightness in his throat. There is no passion, there is peace. But how could he possibly be at peace while Depa was lost in the dark?
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters: Mace Windu, Chancellor Palpatine
Timeline: during RotS
Summary: Mace sees a shatterpoint ...
Inspiration: watching a whole bunch of "alternate ending" vids on youtube
Warnings: violence of a particularly cringe-inducing kind, if you're a guy
Word Count: 100 (on the nose, first draft)
Caught in desperate combat, Mace looked into the Force. And for one, fleeting moment, he saw a shatterpoint -- a weakness in Palpatine's defense. It was not the Jedi way -- but the cost of defeat was unthinkable.
He rammed his knee straight up.
Palpatine doubled over. Mace released the activation plate on his lightsaber -- he was here to make an arrest. But he was too slow. Even as it shrunk away, the purple blade burned its way through Palpatine's shoulder, down into his chest.
The Chancellor -- the Sith Lord -- was dead before he hit the ground.
Slash
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda
Summary: after TPM
Prompt: slashthedrabble: memory/memories
Spoilers: The Phantom Menace
Word Count: 100
"It's not forbidden by the Code," Mace had said, when Yoda had questioned him about his relations with Qui-Gon. Though Yoda had said it bordered dangerously close to attachment, he had ultimately trusted his former Padawan's judgment in the matter.
After all, they were two Masters, well in control of their own emotions. They could enjoy each others' company, each others' bodies.
But that was before Naboo. Before the Sith had returned.
Before the pyre that had burned his heart to ashes, along with Qui-Gon's body.
Now, left with nothing but his memories, Mace was willing to concede the point.
This fic is rated: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Summary: what happened after the fall
Timeline: during RotS
For slashthedrabble's prompt #056: fix
Inspiration: watching RotS
Warnings: character death
Word Count: 200
One moment he was falling, screaming -- burning from the inside out, as Force lightning seared through him.
The next ...
He thought he heard a whisper, "Hello, Mace."
He opened his eyes -- except he didn't have eyes any more, did he? He squeezed the eyelids he didn't have shut against the emptiness. He didn't have lungs, so he couldn't take a deep, cleansing breath ...
Only a lifetime of discipline kept him from panicking in the weightless, bodiless void. He could easily imagine himself slipping away, dissolving.
But that was what was supposed to happen, wasn't it? He was dead; he should become one with the living Force.
Calm flowed through him, and he prepared himself for oblivion.
Except he wasn't dissolving. His psyche seemed disturbingly coherent.
Panic surged again, at the thought of being conscious but bodiless. In the nothingness, he'd go insane ...
And he imagined that he felt strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. "Easy," a familiar voice -- one that he hadn't heard for nearly thirteen years -- whispered.
"Qui-Gon. How -- ?"
"I hoped that if I stayed close enough, I could save Anakin. I failed. But I couldn't let you fall."
This fic is rated: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Obi-Wan, Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: a year or so before TPM
Summary: Obi-Wan walks in at the wrong time
For tpm100's prompt: Getting Caught
Warnings: explicit sexins
Word Count: 100
Obi-Wan knew he should have knocked, but his arms were full so he just walked in, not expecting to find Qui-Gon and Master Windu. He was too startled to say anything, and they were too involved with what they were doing to even notice.
Qui-Gon was on his hands and knees, head bowed in concentration. His cock was so hard it nearly pressed up against his belly, and it twitched in time with Master Windu's thrusts.
Overwhelmed by embarrassment, jealously, and sheer physical need, Obi-Wan backed out slowly, and used the Force to pull the door silently shut after him.
This fic is rated: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: 20ish through 17ish years before TPM
Warnings: masturbation, m/m imagery
Word Count: 100x4
Summary: Mace, in the shower, with his hand.
Standing in the shower, Mace wraps his fingers around his penis, strokes himself with brusque, almost angry movements. It's a biological need, he tells himself, no different from eating or sleeping or using the 'fresher. Something to be gotten over with so that he can get on with his duties as a senior Padawan.
He's close to finishing when the image comes to him; Master Dooku's former Padawan, a tall, lanky man with brown hair that brushes his shoulders. And for a moment he slows, becomes almost gentle with himself, as he imagines those elegant fingers taking over the task.
Summary: Qui-Gon likes the heat
When Master Dooku caught Qui-Gon masturbating, he'd taken him to a brothel. There was no better way to prevent attachment, he said, than by reducing the whole thing to a business transaction.
Qui-Gon had found that the sterile transactions left him cold. Once he was knighted, he found his companionship elsewhere.
Now, as he sparred with one of the younger knights, he found himself committing details -- the shaven head, the way his sweat-soaked tunic clung to him -- to memory. But it was the heat in Windu's eyes that would haunt him in the privacy of his own quarters.
Summary: Mace can't help but feel.
Mace gritted his teeth, and tried to ignore what he was feeling through the Force. It was bad enough being sent on a mission with Qui-Gon, without having him masturbate not a meter away.
Mace gritted his teeth.
For the past three years, the older Jedi had made frequent appearances in Mace's fantasies. And for the past three days, they'd been living in close quarters. Now, it was all Mace could do not to walk through the door and --
Qui-Gon let out a muffled groan. Mace carefully did not think about how Qui-Gon's face would look as he came.
Summary: Qui-Gon takes matters into his own hands.
Qui-Gon's normal policy on virgins was to avoid them, but he had a feeling that if he followed it with Mace, he would be waiting forever. So during the long, slow hyperspace journey back to Coruscant, Qui-Gon made sure to catch Mace when he left the shower.
"I've spent the past week and a half being subtle -- "
"That was subtle?"
"You didn't pounce on me."
"Jedi don't ... pounce."
Qui-Gon trailed one hand down Mace's bare chest. Mace flinched, but didn't back away.
"We'll start slow. Just hands for tonight."
He was glad they had a long trip.
This fic is rated: R
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: post-TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon misses being alive.
Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, angst
Word Count: 100
There are times when Qui-Gon misses being alive. When he craves skin, touch, contact.
Watching as Mace touches himself, he remembers how it was his hands that traveled over that body, caressed that skin, stroked that cock. The look on Mace's face is unbearably familiar, the sound that Mace makes when he comes would make Qui-Gon hard if he had a body to respond with.
There's a moment, as Mace drifts off to sleep, that Qui-Gon thinks he sees recognition in his eyes. But the moment passes, and Mace rolls over to face the wall, leaving Qui-Gon to watch alone.
This fic is rated: Porn!
Pairing: Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: sometime before TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
Warnings: Porn Without Plot
Word Count: 313
Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
He swirls his tongue slowly down Mace's body, taking his time, enjoying the journey, the feel and taste of skin. He meanders his way along the broad, muscled chest, stopping for a moment to circle one tensed nipple before heading lower.
He can feel Mace's stomach tense as he fights to maintain his iron control; he has mercy and takes a more direct route, following the fine line of the only hair on Mace's body to his goal. He hears Mace whimper, deep in his throat, but he digs his hands into the sheets and forces himself to lie still.
Now, it's Qui-Gon's turn for control. Much as he would love to take the length of it down his throat, he forces himself to draw his tongue up the underside of Mace's cock. He stops for a moment to probe the tender spot where the shaft meets the head, then turns back, sliding back down.
Mace bites his fist to muffle a frustrated moan.
Now, Qui-Gon turns his attention to Mace's balls. Takes them gently into his mouth and holds them there before releasing them. He puts one hand on Mace's belly, and feels his body jerk, then arch into the touch.
His control shatters. "Please!"
It's the surrender Qui-Gon has been waiting for. He wraps his lips around Mace's cock, takes the full length of him in one practiced move. Twice, three times, and Mace is jerking beneath him. He lets out a wail that sounds almost like pain, and Qui-Gon slides his arms around his waist to steady him.
In the aftermath, Mace lies trembling. Qui-Gon slides up beside him, wraps him in his arms, holds him like a child. He knows how hard it is for Mace to lose control, and he's honored that he trusts him enough to let him see it.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
My FanFic Masterlist