#SICK quinlan

[loverboy-havocboy]

redraw of my old quinfox to fit the SICK au @violentcheese & i are working on over on ao3

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

How often do you think Obi-Wan borrows a friend's cloak and the loses it?? And then has to do the walk of shame that he lost their cloak?

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Love Nesta standing up for Az and trying to get his dagger back for him!

[spokewar]

Obi doesn't do favorites (but his favorite clan mate is Bant)

[varpusvaras]

QuinThorn - "You're going to get sick if you keep coddling me." "and you're going to get worse if I don't." (:

"How many times have I told you already that I'm fine?"

"Many times, I'm sure", Quinlan answered easily. "Just so you know, I wasn't listening during any of those times."

Most of the time, Thorn thought Quinlan funny. Most of the time, he thought Fox getting increasingly annoyed at the things Quinlan said was hilarious. This time, however, it seemed like he understood Fox very well.

That might've been the result of the massive headache and the fact that he hadn't slept properly in two, going three days, because he couldn't breathe properly. Probably. Most likely, if he was being honest.

He pouted and he glared. Quin didn't seem to care at all about that either. He was going back and from the bedroom to the rest of the apartment, like he was determined to do every single chore there existed so Thorn wouldn't have to move an inch.

Thorn had to stop his pouting and glaring to cough. Quinlan had not been in the bedroom then, but he had appeared next to the bed when Thorn finally managed to get a deeper breath in without hacking his lungs out.

"That sounded bad", Quinlan said softly. He brushed Thorn's hair away from his face, and was then picking out one of the hairties from his wrist and pulling the rest of the hair back as well to tie it up. "Do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? Anything else? Can I check the fever?"

"You just did that", Thorn pointed out, managing to swallow the next set of coughs down. "Like, ten minutes ago. I'm fine."

Quinlan was quiet for a moment after he said that, and just looked at Thorn with rather somber eyes. Thorn didn't like that look one bit.

"What?" He asked. Quinlan sighed.

"Since when did you become this stubborn?" He asked. His hand was still at the back of Thorn's head, his thumb gently massaging Thorn's neck at the hairline. "The war is over already, you don't need to push yourself anymore."

"It's not that", Thorn mumbled. Well, not completely, at the very least. He was stubborn, he knew that. Not as badly as Fox, but still. "It's...you're going to get sick if you keep coddling me."

Quinlan tilted his head.

"And you're going to get worse if I don't", he said, and smiled a bit. "Don't you worry! I grew up in the Temple Creche, we had all of the viruses and bacteria running amongst all of us all the time. I'm not going to get anything from you, even if I had my tongue down your throat."

Thorn laughed at that. Or at least he tried to laugh, but instead, he was coughing again. Quinlan gently patted his back until it subsided, and then fluffied up all the pillows and propped them up better against the headboard.

"Now, do you want anything?" He asked.

"Water's fine", Thorn answered. "And then, since you're not going to get anything from me, I want cuddles. That's going to make me feel a lot better than you washing the dishes."

Quinlan grinned.

"As you wish", he said, and pressed his lips on Thorn's forehead. "I'm going to check that fever again, though. You're definitely warmer than a moment ago."

Thorn couldn't resist rolling his eyes, just a little bit.

"Fine."

[jewishcissiekj]

Quinobi *cries*

[just-call-mefr1es]

the emotional urge to make an animatic of the goose and the wren

[aesthetic-solar-space]

Crescent City - House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

 807 pages, published March 3, 2020 - 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 This book...wow! I am gonna say something insane seeing as Throne Of Glass is one of my absolute favorite series but... I think this is my absolute favorite SJM book. I am hesitant to read the second one for two reasons mostly; 1) The date of the next SJM book has yet to be announced. That goes for any of her series - no word. 2) I am honestly not sure I will like the ending (yes I know all about it - spoilers are wicked). But ever since Nesta's book I have been looking at Rhys in a new light and I'm not sure how I feel.

[ouzoathena11]

It’s driving me nuts. There’s nothing that indicates he’s dumb… unless you go by stereotypes.

Not just racism but… I’ve seen some ADHD stereotypes at play; the comedic energetic one who often gets the headcanon of ADHD gets to be the dumb one because people like that aren’t smart.

Just going to drop by and say that this trend? Lately? of fan works involving Quinlan being The Dumb One in increasingly demeaning situations is uh.

Weird and racist

[padawansuggest]

JediTok

Quinlan: *filming a pouting Obi-Wan sitting on a bed with six takeout containers of bright red mandalorian dishes* Bad news for all our haters, Obi-Wan and I made up.

Obi-Wan: *glaring at camera while eating* Yeah. We ‘made up’.

Quinlan: Yup yup, which means that the council is just going to have to deal with us being happy parents to our baby soon.

Obi-Wan: In case any of you didn’t know: that’s why we’re fighting, is Quinlan knocking me up and neither of us realizing till our masters pointed it out!

Quinlan: PRESENT TENSE?!? But I went all the way to little Keldabe to get you this!

Obi-Wan: And I’ve been having morning sickness you’ll be lucky if I keep it down!

Quinlan: *moves to take the box away* Maybe you shouldn’t eat that-

Obi-Wan: No! Fuck you! This is mine!

Quinlan: Oh boy.

[tennessoui]

Number 8, please, for hold my heart more gently than you hold my throat

thank you for sending this one in!!! (throat fic verse is a/b/o)

[from this prompt list]

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

you KNOW throat fic obi-wan would rather die than admit to being sick because his master already thinks he's weak and not to be trusted in a fight. he'd be incredibly stubborn about the whole thing and block their bond and try to carry on even if he's got a burning fever and is probably actually a liability in a fight. master anakin is incensed that his padawan has the nerve to block their bond. if he hadn't already fallen years ago due to padawan related strife, he'd definitely fall rn

but then there's also this other side of throat fic obi-wan:

Obi-Wan's head is killing him. Like, physically, actually, really killing him this time. He rolls his head to the side to peer blearily at the chronometer by his bedside. 16:06. On one hand, that can't be right. On the other, it must be. He'd fallen into this bed, fresh from Quinlan's, at roughly 9 in the morning after being a state of perpetual wakefulness the entire night. A combination of death sticks, alcohol, and teenage rebellion does that to a person.

His eyes fall to half-mast as he rolls--carefully--onto his back and stares up at the ceiling of his room. He wonders if Anakin is back yet. He'd left shortly before Obi-Wan the previous night, something about a dinner with Padmé's family. He hadn't sounded excited, but then, how could he have not been? Usually when he leaves the Temple to visit with Padmé, he is gone until the morning.

Obi-Wan wonders bitterly how many nights his master spent with his wife while Obi-Wan was on Melida/Daan. It took him five weeks to track him down. Perhaps he didn't even notice for four.

The thought is more self-pitying than he usually allows, but his body is sore and his head is killing him and his master's probably out there cozying up to senators. Or, even worse, just the one senator.

He gives his bedding a careful sniff before he wrinkles his nose and forces himself to sit up. A change in location is what he needs. He should rot on the couch instead of his bed. It will surely help him feel better. And then, when his master returns from flaunting his lovely relationship with the senator, he can see his padawan's deceased and lifeless corpse on their sectional and feel terribly guilty that he was away as his poor padawan succumbed to his affliction.

Obi-Wan swaddles himself in a comfortable outer robe that he thinks may have once been Anakin's and makes the treacherous journey from his room to the couch. He collapses onto it and curls up around one of their throw pillows, cushioning his aching, poor, hungover head with the other one.

An undeterminable amount of time later, a rough, dry hand falls against his shoulder and then moves up to cup his neck. Without even opening his eyes, Obi-Wan recognizes the touch of his master.

"There you are," Master Skywalker says. He smells like sweat and the training salles. Like mechanical oil and something floral and soft and sweet. Obi-Wan fights against the urge to wrinkle his nose in distaste. "Have you been here all day, padawan?"

"No," Obi-Wan croaks, opening his eyes only enough to see the underside of his master's chin before he closes them again.

"Hm," Master Skywalker says.

"What did you do today, master?" Obi-Wan asks, tilting his head just enough that Anakin's fingers slip from his neck to slide through his hair. He sighs at the feeling. It is so nice. Master Skywalker is so nice when he is here, when he is Obi-Wan's.

Master Skywalker's voice carries a hint of amusement as he obliges and begins to stroke his head. "Hm, I had breakfast with Master Secura, led a class on meditation to the newest batch of younglings, and sparred with Master Fisto until supper." He punctuates his words with a tug of his hair. "Which you missed, by the way."

Obi-Wan turns his face away. He doesn't want Anakin's touch if Anakin is going to be mean about it.

"And now I'm needed at the opera for a performance," his master adds. "Padmé's idea, not mine."

Obi-Wan's frown increases tenfold. It isn't fair. She already had him for a night. He's Obi-Wan's master. How dare she think her claim extends further than the Temple's doorstep.

"Master," he says impulsively, turning back to look up at Anakin with pleading eyes, "I'm not feeling well, Master."

"I suspect that may be because of the amount you drank last night, padawan," Master Skywalker replies, tone strangely light as his fingers run down the length of Obi-Wan's face.

Obi-Wan frowns. "I think I really am very sick, master," he says. "I shouldn't be alone, I don't think."

Master Skywalker's eyes flash. His hand stills.

"But if you're going to be at the opera tonight, I suppose--I can manage," he adds. It's a delicate line to walk. If Anakin weren't planning to go see his--his--wife, then Obi-Wan would never admit to feeling unwell. But he is. So, Obi-Wan must. It is the natural order of things. Anakin is Obi-Wan's master. No matter the root cause of his sickness--his hangover--his master should stay with him when he feels so wretched.

"I can call Quin again," he mutters, even as he tilts his face into Anakin's featherlight touch. His master's face darkens like an approaching thunderstorm. "If I start to feel really poorly. He can take care of me."

Master Skywalker's lips turn down into a fierce scowl, and Obi-Wan holds his breath. "No," he snaps, and Obi-Wan has to bite his lip to hold back his automatic purr. "No, I'll stay in tonight. If my padawan is feeling unwell...I should stay."

Obi-Wan bites his lip. It's only been six weeks since they'd arrived back on Coruscant from Melida/Daan. He shouldn't push his luck. He's lucky to still have Anakin's attention at all. To still have a master. "But what about the opera?" he asks carefully, sitting up on his elbows to peer at his master. "The senator will want you."

Once more, Master Skywalker's eyes flash, and he slips onto the couch next to Obi-Wan, resting his thigh in the space where his head had been. His hand falls back to rest on his neck, using the grip to push him back down. Obi-Wan goes easily. This is perhaps everything he's ever wanted in the galaxy.

"Unfortunately, I will have to let her know that priorities have shifted," Master Skywalker murmurs as his hand falls back to that scent-gland beneath his ear. He thumbs at it. If Obi-Wan didn't feel quite so close to nausea due to his hangover, he thinks he'd be getting wet from the sensation. "Mine have at least."

They're strange words, yet Obi-Wan welcomes them because they mean that Anakin will stay. It is everything he wants; it is far more than he deserves.

[quinobiweek]

Announcing QuinObi Week 2024!

What is QuinObi Week? 

Glad you asked! QuinObi week is a time to celebrate the relationship between Quinlan Vos and Obi-Wan Kenobi. In a little bit of a divergence from last year, I'm directing things in more of a shippy way--but still broadly defined! Things like the following:

Committed romantic and/or sexual relationship

Friends with benefits

Queerplatonic partners

Essentially, just anything that has the pair of them as something in addition to friends, whether they're your more traditional romantic/sexual partners, FWB, platonic partners, or something undefined and in-between. There is a good amount of best friend content for them (which I love!) but I'm hoping to encourage more shippy content with this event.

EDIT: I got some questions about QuinObi poly content, and poly relationships are happily welcomed! The only guideline here is that QuinObi should be a vital part of what's happening, and not used as a prelude to another ship. Otherwise, go for it!

When is QuinObi Week?

It will run from October 21st-25th!

What Can I Make? 

Anything! Fic, art, graphics, playlists, anything that makes you happy! 

Is NSFW Content Welcome?

Yes! Absolutely.

Prompts

I have a few prompts in mind to inspire folks, but they are optional! There are two for each day--one that's more general, and another that's more NSFW ish (also feel free to combine them, mix them up, or expand on them!) AUs of any sort are also very welcome!

Day 1: Sick fic / Tender kiss

Day 2: Battle Couple / Mission make-out

Day 3: Angst and Anxiety / "Shut Up" kiss

Day 4: Psychometry / Wartime love letters

Day 5: Desert Husbands / I missed you sex

Who is Your Mod?

I'm Katie! Someone recently said "she carries QuinObi on her back" and I'm happy to do so! You can find my blog here and my Ao3 here. I'm the author of many fics that center and/or include QuinObi, and currently have two multi-chaps going where their relationship plays a big part: Kill the Lights, an AU where Fives lives, everything changes, and there's a pretty cool myth involved, and Blood Makes Noise, my new AIDS Crisis AU. Plus a whole back catalog of completed long fics and one-shots! I love these two very much, and I'm excited to host this week! I also have a QuinObi discord, so if you'd like to join, just ping me for the invite. I'm very friendly, so don't be shy. Feel free to ask me any questions at all! <3

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

omg you posted iiiiiit! this is everything to me

(Late posted) @wipbigbang art for this series by GladeonSleeps!

Jaster Mereel/Quinlan Vos time travel, let's gooooo!

[phoenixyfriend]

Hello I am thinking about a Naruto crossover

Primary thought is a genin team of Ahsoka, Fives, and Echo. They are taught by Obi-Wan, because Naruto sticks pretty closely to a fifteen year age gap between teachers and students, with one glaring exception.

Another team is probably Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor. They are taught by Plo.

Kix, Jesse, Hardcase, taught by Alpha-17.

Cal, Merrin, Trilla, taught by Cere.

Idk who's joining Caleb and Hera. Maybe Boba or Omega? Probably taught by Depa, occasionally Zeb helps, but he treats them like tiny adult peers instead of students.

Cody, Fox, and Ponds, taught by Mace Windu

Anakin's already passed his exam so he isn't on one of the event teams, but he was on a team with Barriss (she graduated ninja academy pretty young) and Bly.

Bly was on a team with Aayla, and their third teammate got an early promotion. People were talking about how bb!Anakin needed to be on A Team instead of just apprenticed to Obi-Wan (like Kakashi and Minato), so they added him to fill the spot under Quinlan.

Then Aayla got promoted and Quinlan was needed for deep spy stuff, so Anakin and Bly got reshuffled over to be a new team with Barriss under Luminara.

There's no plot to this other than Vague Chuunin Exams setting, because I'm sure not writing it, but I wanted to make Teams. If I were an artist I'd probably draw the groups, but I am Not.

AND AS ALWAYS

AHSOKA GETS OWL SUMMONS

I wanted Anakin to be Ahsoka’s teacher but he's just too damn young for Ninja Land Standards, they stick pretty close to the fifteen year gap. Smallest exception is Kakashi and Minato.

But Obi-Wan getting lonely as Anakin gets older, and deciding to get a new team where Anakin shows up to "help" every day, makes sense to me.

Also I just enjoy Ahsoka + Dominoes. Default teacher for those two is Rex, but I didn't want to make him THAT much older than Ahsoka, because I like him being Anakin's age group.

So I'm going with Anakin Lurking to teach Obi-Wan's kids dangerous antics.

I think he takes them out on field trips (missions) when Obi-Wan is sick or busy.

(Padmé is on a team from a different village, and her teammates are two of the other handmaidens, led by Typho. Three of the other handmaidens are on another team led by Panaka.)

[frostbitebakery]

Hi frost!!! I'd love to see more from the loud Au!!! Or handkiss!!!!😍😍😍

:D Enjoy!!

It started with a cough after Melida/Daan.

He got message after message on the progress after he left and it made him smile, sometimes laugh at the betrayed disbelief over how much bureaucracy was actually necessary to form a planetary government.

The laughs soon turned into hacking coughs.

He drank the tea Qui-Gon made him to soothe his throat.

“Just a cold,” he murmured. He’d had that one since before leaving Melidaan, and he and the Temple healers figured it was the stress his body had to endure that finally caught up with him. They would routinely check on him and keep an eye on it.

“If it gets worse,” Qui-Gon started, looked down into his own cup, and fell silent.

Obi-Wan’s return to the Temple was a mixed bag of loth cats, after all.

The last month of the war, when he’d been torn between negotiating, bridging the sides, and somehow always ending up in the crooks and niches for a bit of peace and hearing things.

He was sick of being made the face of the Young by the other side. He was there to help, not have all the attention focused on him. He had dropped back in those last few weeks. Advising from the shadows, operating from them. And that kind of help, that was, he felt, how he could actually help. Instead of being patronized and revered as a Jedi in the same breath.

Coming back to the Temple had been… difficult. Facing Qui-Gon had been difficult. Standing in front of the Council with Qui-Gon next to him, asking to join again. Asking to switch fields, switch… Masters. Because he felt inadequate for the path he was walking on.

Qui-Gon’s supportive hand had slipped from his shoulder.

A year of rumors and no contact showed him exceedingly well and painful in its brutal subtlety of lost smiles and avoidance who his friends were.

Lumi— Luminara had waited outside the healer’s wing after a follow-up check. Had straightened up when she saw him and clasped her hands in front of her. “I am very happy to see you, Obi-Wan,” she said, halted and stiff before the anger got the better of her.

What in the Galaxy had compelled him to leave the Order? No sign of him. Just an official statement that he had chosen to leave the Order. And now he’s back?

“What the fuck, Obi-Wan!” She reeled back immediately. Took a step back.

And Obi-Wan’s life had taught him how to step forward despite the fear clawing at him. “Let me explain? Please?”

She huffed at him, head up high. “This better be good. Quinlan is driving me up the Temple walls with his teenage drama sullenness over you.”

So that’s why Obi-Wan hadn’t seen him at all since he’d come back.

Obi-Wan had explained. The war. Master Tahl. Master Qui-Gon. The war. The children. The war children. The war. The war. The war—

He hiccuped on the tears and something… something changed.

Lumi’s arm was around him, stroking his shoulder and crying with him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—“

He coughed, convulsed with the cough, and there was blood on Lumi.

[dragonrebelrose]

"Why do you want Ezra and Sabine to be romantically involved?"

Because I want one, just ONE Star Wars romance to NOT end in tragedy.

Anakin and Padme: Padme dies, Anakin turns to the Dark Side

Obi-Wan and Satine: Satine dies, Obi-Wan gets depressed

Ahsoka and Lux: Lux loses interest and moves on to a different girl

Lux and Steela: Steela dies, Lux gets depressed

Ventress and Quinlan Vos: Ventress dies saving Vos, Vos gets depressed

Kanan and Hera: Kanan dies saving Hera, Hera gets depressed

Han and Leia: They break up, Han dies, Leia dies

Ben and Rey: Rey dies, Ben sacrifices himself to bring her back, Ben dies

And probably many more I'm missing, but these are the biggest ones.

Sure, there are SOME romances that end with both being alive and happy (Iden Versio and Del Meeko, Cal Kestis and Merrin) but the vast, vast, VAST majority are tragic, and I'm sick of it. And yes, some little happiness may have come out of a few of these romances, at the very end (Anakin being redeemed, Hera gives birth to Jacen, Ben is redeemed), but that's not what I'm looking for. Ezra and Sabine have the best chance at having a happy ending with neither dying and I'm going to die on that hill.