#Quinlan vos

[digitaldesignation]

So Quinlan Vos was given a clone unit?

Honestly the amount of times I ignored lines/names in movies as world build-y but not immediately relevant to the plot then hear it again years later and just get my mind blown because it was totally there the whole time.

I knew he was in Episode 1, but they totally mention him in Episode 3 too! This severely messes with the "Quinlan is the Guard's Jedi" theory (that I loved and might still go with for some of my AUs), but thankfully anything before the Dooku-betrays-Ventress era is still free game for Vos interacting during cases.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Shout out to whoever looked at Quinlan Vos and thought 'what if Obi Wan had a friend who was way cooler and hotter than him and loved annoying the shit out of him?' and also 'what if he had an apprentice who was way cooler and hotter than Anakin?' Thank u for your service

[wickerwax]

Telescoping (Quinobi)

CW: altered mental state (something in the drinks)

The table suddenly telescoped out. He blinked at the abrupt distance, and broke out grinning when Quin’s face appeared to replace it. He was frowning but the club lights were casting pretty shadows on his face. Shadows on his pretty face. He was a pretty Shadow.

He leaned obligingly into the hand cupping his face and watched Quin say, “No filter, huh, sweetheart?”

The sound itself filtered in slowly, out of sync with his lips and the bass attempting to drum his bones right out of his meat. “I don’t have a filter,” he said, rolling each word thoughtfully around his mouth, “I am neither a fish tanked nor a speeder.” A pause. “I might be at risk of ending up a- a- al pastor.”

Quin looked alarmed and that wasn’t right. He tried to reach out and pat his cheek but missed - his hand seemed to be caught up in a passing river current for how it swayed and slowed - and instead got tangled in the long lower locs Quin had left down. He wound his fingers gently deeper, fascinated by the texture against his fingers, the depth of the colours shimmering over them blue green blue red so bright against his paleness and positively oceanic on Quin, the gleam of his golden beads winking-

“-Obi!”

He levered his head back with all his surprise, trapped in whatever molasses had drowned the air. Gravity caught hold and smacked him into the wall above their seat. He flailed. Hands grabbed at his shoulders and he twisted, baring his teeth - no one got to grab except -

Quinlan, eyes tight at the corners, mouth not only unsmiling but actually downturned.

His snarl fell open and off, slipped right down into his clenching hands, and he stared at Quin as somewhere he spun helplessly between comfort and protection. “-uin?”

[cc1010fox]

Vos, watching Fox kiss Thorn: That's so hot. Kenobi: ...Isn't that your significant other? Vos: Yep. Kenobi: ...Does he know that? Vos: Probably. Kenobi: ...

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday

Not sure if I’ll have a fic for @quinobiweek QuinObi Valentine’s Give Men Flowers event [check it out! More info here!] BUT in the spirit of I-Love-Them-Your-Honor I have been working on a drawing for the theme

[oathena11-writes]

@foxquinweek my day 2 is late but here’s my migraine/chronic pain fic… edited with a migraine lol.

[mimsilverarts]

Saw this and immediately thought of Vostress

Yes the baby is Korto Vos, I just yoinked him from Legends

[2amcheese]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox & CC-6454 | Ponds & CT-7567 | Rex & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly, CC-6454 | Ponds, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard Clone Troopers vs. Grand Army of the Republic Members Rivalry (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard Troopers as Family (Star Wars), Post-Canon, CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug, Tired CC-1010 | Fox, Eldritch Coruscant Guard Troopers (Star Wars), Eldritch CC-1010 | Fox, Established Relationship Series: Part 3 of The Melt Summary:

Fox goes out to eat with his batch, despite the needling comments that slip under his skin. It's not their fault, really. They don't understand.

Until they do, and that's almost worse.

written for @foxquinweek day 7 alternate prompt: “how are you still alive?” Read Bones and Blood for context as to the corries’ eldritch shit

[lbibliophile-sw]

Traitor

Also on AO3 [330w] @foxquinweek - quote-altprompt 8: "how are you still alive?" & quote-altprompt 7: "I don't want to be like this forever"

For a long, frozen minute, CC-1010 and Vos lock gazes. The Commander and the Jedi. The Commander and the Traitor.

Vos should know better. He must realise that every second he spends here, he is that much closer to more of the Guard catching up. That much closer to being dealt with as the traitor he is. CC-1010 isn’t sure how he managed to corner him, they worked together often enough to know just how wily the Shadow can be.

Perhaps it has something to do with the way he looks – not older, it has been a bare few months since they last shared a case, mere weeks before everything changed – but tired. Worn down in a way that not even three years of war and gruelling undercover missions could achieve. The Commander knows well how grief can make one careless, and that everyone has a breaking point.

Movement, and a small face peers around Vos’ back, reshaping the answer even as it forms.

Oh. Of course. It shouldn’t make a difference, their orders were clear: the Jedi are traitors and are to be executed on sight. No allowance was made for age. Vos pushes the child back behind him, and he can’t help but fixate on the protective curl of his hand.

He should raise his blaster, he should shoot. Instead he just watches. Good Soldiers Follow Orders, but Fox is so sick of orders.

Quinlan starts backing towards an alley, and without ever consciously deciding to, Fox lets him go.

Even so, the delay costs him.

Commander Thire – CC-4477 now – arrives. Too late to take aim at the fleeing Jedi and his charge, but not too late to see Fox step to block the line of fire, buying the fugitives a few extra precious seconds.

CC-4477 is a Good Soldier, and takes the appropriate steps to secure the traitor before him. Fox accepts that he will face the consequences of being a good man instead.

[goldnightshaade]

@foxquinweek Day 6

[gingermaybel]

My underestimated trio✊

[eomereadig]

Snippet: Beneath My Nose

Final submission for for @foxquinweek !

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Quinlan Vos/Commander Fox

Rating: M

Tags: angst, secret relationships, torture, descriptions of violence

Prompt: Fox kills the Chancellor

Full fic now available here

Fox looked so… small where he was slumped in a metal chair on the other side of the bolted-down table, shoulders slumped and his hands cuffed uncomfortably behind his back. He didn’t look up as Quinlan entered, but he didn’t need to for the Jedi to see the terrific black eye he was sporting, the cut in his eyebrow or his split lip. 

Evidently, the Republic had started on torture a little earlier than Quinlan had been expecting. 

A torrent of emotions swirled and warred in Quinlan’s stomach, though that didn’t include the anger towards Fox that he’d been anticipating. It was there, yes, but at the Republic for how the other had been treated. The hurt was still there, of course, but it was muted behind a thick layer of concern and pain at seeing Fox like this - broken and bloody. 

It seemed to him that the Republic were treating Fox like some dangerous, crazed beast that would lash out at the slightest provocation. But to Quinlan, there was only Fox. The force around the Commander practically bled exhaustion and hopelessness, so much so that it sent Quinlan’s head into a spin. 

With some difficulty, he took a deep breath and swallowed thickly, forcing himself to break the oppressive silence. 

“Hey…”

The first signs of life came back to Fox and it was clear he’d been dissociating. His eyes flicked up to meet Quinlan’s, one pupil horribly dilated, and his mouth dropped open a touch. There was surprise surrounding Fox in the force yet no relief. Quinlan tried not to dwell on that too much. 

“Hey.” Fox croaked back, voice unusually hoarse. From screaming, maybe? Another thought that Quinlan tried desperately to bat away. He took a step closer, hand going to the back of the other metal chair.

Full fic now available here

[cc1010fox]

Quinlan: I defeated it. Fox, acutely aware Vos is wearing nothing but underwear: ...Uh...Good... Quinlan: It spit acid at me. I had to remove my clothing. Fox: My mind is telling me no, but my body...my body... Thorn: Needs to shut the kriff up.

[sithfox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox & Leia Organa Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Leia Organa, Quinlan Vos, Mon Mothma Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rebellion Era (Star Wars), The Rebellion | Alliance to Restore the Republic (Star Wars), POV CC-1010 | Fox, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Force-Sensitive CC-1010 | Fox, Hurt Quinlan Vos, Protective CC-1010 | Fox, BAMF CC-1010 | Fox Series: Part 3 of FoxQuin Week 2025, Part 1 of hope for the future got me on my knees

Summary:

Fox has spent nineteen years guarding the princess of Alderaan with his life. So when she asks him to take on an extraction mission and rescue a captured Jedi, of course he goes.

Neither of them were expecting the one he finds.

Written for @foxquinweek day seven! Prompts were 'Force-sensitive Fox' and the alternate quote prompt "I will always find you."

[oathena11-writes]

@foxquinweek Day 6: Time travel! Might be my favorite of the week!