#implied quinobi

[threebea]

Had to share this passing thought bear with me.

Qui-Gon lives au he's a General in the clone wars which Clone would be his Commander?

Obviously Fox. Obi-Wan has his own army to deal with they need someone else to do Qui-Gon's paperwork and rein in impulsive need to follow the Force's will which works well when you're in a small group but not when you're leading an army.

Fox benefits in that this is actually excellent enrichment for him and Qui-Gon will let him use his name and forge his signature as he sees fit.

This all is the worst case scenario for Quinlan Vos who now has to do the walk of shame in front of Qui-Gon Jinn for the second time in his life.

[bon-sides-sw]

Question: whose Cal Kestis other parent?

On another day I would have told you that can be anyone, even a random stranger he met on a bar- BUT THEN, @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips infected me with the brainworms via discord chats and this Fic [To Out Halcyon Days] (E) that I'm so obsessed with!!

So yes, is Quinlan.

But Obi and his stewjoni biology are so powerful that his womb just photocopies himself.

[wickerwax]

QuinObi Week 2024 (25/10)

Day 5: Desert husbands / I missed you sex

soap feelings

There is a light on when he gets home.

Well, if he wants to get all technical about it, he snarks at the Obi in his brain, then there are many lights because the Temple is never fully asleep what with the many and varied species and their biological rhythms that it is home to.

But, as he slips in through one of the lower Shadow doors and drags his exhausted, slightly singed ass through the halls with only the bare minimum of polite nodding at those he passes, he is expecting his rooms to be dark. Empty.

He tries not to think the word lonely but he is a Jedi and self-awareness is part of the striving. Generally. He’s not sure who is even in-Temple right now – although of course, he’s looking forward to catching up with Aayla and seeing how her recent set of exams went. He can round her up for midmeal – since he’ll surely be sleeping through first – although if he wakes up somewhat earlier he might have luck swinging by the padawan dorms – she shouldn’t have started a new class cycle yet, and meditation and katas is generally earlier again...Force, he’s so tired. This is all tomorrow-Quin’s problem. Tonight’s Quin just needs to get into his rooms and not make too much of a mess falling into bed.

The plaque on his door is shined bright and lightly vandalised – Vosiferous sounds like a bastardisation of a Kenobi word, but the handwriting looks like Garen, and the glitter is very clearly Bant’s – little smiling mon calamari faces stuck grinning in all directions. It makes him smile as he keys open his door, braced for the empty to spill out.

Instead comes the quiet glow of the mini light just for the kitchen nook. It smells fresh and sweet inside.

He stops in the doorway. Checks the nameplate. Wonders if his friends have moved the nameplate to a different door just to fuck with him but. No, that’s his collection of sketches pinned to the wall, and his paints in their case on the shelf, and folded over the couch arm is the screaming yellow blanket that a much younger Kybuck Clan had presented him with, as proof of his honourary adoption into their creche clan. (Reeft had been the one to source the yarn and he’d picked it for Quin’s qukuuf and, as dressellians saw a slightly different light spectrum, resulted in the violently highlighter yellow. It was absolutely drenched with love and comfort and safety and it was still one of his most treasured possessions.)

Definitely his rooms then. The blanket was inviolable.

He steps inside, the door swishing quietly closed behind him. The light hums very faintly, warm and welcoming. He drops his bag next to the door.

On the little half bench is the large novelty tankard that made its way home with them after his Knighting, a ridiculous home for a thick spill of bright rhoden flowers on their woody stalks. They smell like green things and nectar and the first time he realised he wanted to hold Obi’s hand and reflexively started talking about anything else and, well, the rhoden bush was there. He walked away with a strong need to meditate for several hours after having inadvertently convinced Obi-Wan that he had very strong opinions and preferences in flowers. Quin guessed that now he did after having one of his favourite people gift them to him so many times.

He breathes in the scent of the rhodens and closes his eyes and can’t fight the lightness that enters his chest.

He isn’t sure what option takes him out at the knees more: Obi-Wan keeping flowers freshly in his rooms just in case, or if he had felt a premonition of his return and made sure it would be a pleasant one.

Deciding to process that when he isn’t running on stim shots and caf, he crosses to the ‘fresher and has the slowest quick clean-up ever. He doesn’t have to move fast so there’s no pressure and therefore he moves like tree sap through ditching his clothes into the hamper to take to the laundry chute later, checks for any damage he might have missed – luckily not – and crawls into the shower to be clean.

His soap sliver has been replaced with a new bar in his usual scent and now Quinlan is having soap feelings because obviously he picked it up barehanded in the kriffing shower and there’s a flash of Obi-Wan and comfort-home safe – peace radiating off it even more than Temple-made soaps usually do – and now he’s crying in the shower, y’know, just a little bit, in a calm and measured Jedi sort of way because he’s loved, he’s so loved-

Quinlan?

Oh, and now he’s woken up the catalyst of his little breakdown.

The sleepy presence gets clearer as Obi-Wan becomes more alert, so Quin only has a moment to stabilise his breathing and press surprise-affection at him while carefully shielding off the rest of the mess. Obi-Wan pauses and then glows back pleasure-affection and that edge of alarmed alertness drops away.

Quin lets the bond go quiet again. He shuffles the rest of the way through getting clean and dry basking in the echo he’d gotten from the soap, and ambles into his bedroom for a clean sleep tunic to find that the sheets are laundry fresh and turned down already.

He stops and stares. There’s a couple of hydropacks on the little table next to the bed where he usually keeps his ‘comm. The sleep tunic he was about to look for is neatly folded on his pillow.

He’s fairly sure it’s going to be soap all over again in here. Worse, probably, since the fibres hold impressions better than something as soft and squashy as soap.

He’s going to sleep so well.

The tunic is like being wrapped in a hug and he almost slides right into bed before he remembers the lights. He doesn’t honestly trust his fine control at this level of tired, and last time he’d risked it for that biscuit he’d broken his heating element somehow, so he drags himself back out to flip them off and sniff his flowers one last time.

There’s a very quiet tap, tap at his door.

Quin can’t deny the sudden speeding of his heart. He carefully makes his way over and keys the door open-

Obi-Wan’s sleepy face is the best homecoming. He’s heavy-eyed and his hair is kind of a mess and he has pillow marks on his cheek and forehead. He’s wearing a sleep tunic that used to be Quinlan’s because it’s way too fucking broad in the shoulders, and he walked here from his rooms in the middle of the night -read: way too early in the kriffing morning – despite being only half-conscious it looks like - for him.

He also, upon the door opening, beams at him and what else can Quin do, really, except swoop him up and into his arms and his rooms?

Obi clearly approves, if the way he winds his arms around Quin’s shoulders and snuggles in is any indication. Quinlan clings a little tighter and tucks his face into Obi’s neck and inhales the soap-and-skin scent of him. He gets a shiver for his trouble, a tremble and a tiny intake of breath and a slightly raspy, “Missed you, Quin.”

“Yeah.” His voice shakes just a bit, “Yeah, I’m getting that feeling. I missed you too, babe.”

And he’s tired, he’s so tired, but he has Obi-Wan all sleep-warm and soft in his arms and when he nuzzles closer Obi shivers again and angles his head away to give him more room, and he’s maybe not that tired, actually. He gets to sleep in tomorrow anyway.

Affection and attraction and interest are uncoiling in the Force between them, weaving through all the missed you and long mission and glad you’re home and same same same same. It’s overwhelming in the best way, much like the way that Obi-Wan is mouthing at his collarbone, and twitching under Quin’s hands as he strokes down his sides, his back, his hips.

“What woke me up?” Obi-Wan asks breathlessly, running his nails down Quin’s arm and dragging his tunic up. “The blanket? The conservator filled with your favourites?”

“Considering I didn’t know you’d gotten to either of those, no.” Quinlan pants, ditching his shirt before tugging him closer and toppling both of them onto the couch. “It was the kriffing soap.”

His entirely too devious lover lights up and then proceeds to kiss him so deeply that his brain leaks out of his ears. Worth it, he thinks, dizzy and lustdrunk, and trying very hard to remove Obi-Wan’s tunic. Worth all of it to come home to this.

“Bant and Garen helped with the blanket,” Obi-Wan tells him far too cheerfully for the blown-out pupils and expression of absolute focus aimed at him, “And, yes, very worth it. You’re projecting, my dear.”

“Good thing it’s on the other arm then or we’d be confusing their very nice contribution with all our sex vibes.”

“You’re too good for sex vibes now? Quin, what a terrible mission this must have been!”

“That-” Quin pulls him back down against his chest, nuzzling at his jaw, “-is absolutely not what I said. You are a demon.”

Obi-Wan is losing the fight to keep his eyes open – Quin knows all his soft spots and lays siege accordingly. “I am the definition of a delight- ah, darling, yes-”

It’s so much, Quin thinks muzzily as they twist to lie sideways, legs tangled and mouths hungry and hands knowing exactly where to touch, it’s so much to know you like this, to hold you.

It is so much to crawl through misery in the hopes of helping and get to come back to you.

Obi-Wan moans and his presence goes all brilliant, “Projecting, Quin.”

Quinlan knows. He tightens his grip on both of them and lets that wave of wonder-joy- so loved wash over and through them and everything is bright bright bright in time with his hand – their hands -

They unspool together, Force presences knit loose and comfortable and sprawling as much as they are in the crude matter on his couch.

Obi-Wan stirs first. He lifts his head enough to squint sleepily at Quinlan. “Welcome home,” he says, and it would be teasingly dry if his voice were less wrecked. Mostly, he sounds like he’s just had a staggering orgasm. Which, Quin is pleased to say, he has.

He gets a raised eyebrow for the incredibly smug expression he can feel on his face but the eyebrow of doom isn’t nearly as effective when he can’t keep his eyes fully open and also hasn’t stopped smiling. “I feel fairly welcomed.”

“Fairly?” Obi says, and he manages to sound unimpressed. He’s still smiling though.

“Fairly,” Quin agrees, “I might need another round to be sure.”

Ah, there’s the bitchy expression he loves so much. “Darling, I’m not sure you can even walk to bed now.”

“If you really wanted to welcome me home-” he wheezes and breaks off at the jab to his gut. “Peace! Force, Obes, so violent. I just got home!”

He gets an eyeroll and a very gentle kiss for his shit-stirring, which isn’t exactly good strategy to convince him not to shit-stir, Obi-Wan. Obi rolls off him in search of a clean cloth – which nails him in the face a moment later, so he found them – and reappears with the judgemental eyebrow back in play.

He is positively harassed off the couch (with a hand up and an arm around his waist) and bullied into bed (snuggled against Obi-Wan’s back) and behaves entirely the whole time (narrowly misses an elbow to the chest for making a “well, come!” pun).

He buries his face into Obi-Wan’s hair and takes a moment to memorise how it feels to lie here and hold him close and safe with the promise of getting to wake up to him for once. Obi soothes a hand over the arm around his waist when he tenses and then goes lax again.

He snuggles closer. “Missed you.”

Obi-Wan is quiet, and for a moment Quinlan thinks he’s already drifted off. Then, Obi links their hands together and lifts them to press a soft, lingering kiss to the palm of his hand. “Missed you too.” he murmurs as Quin goes over all shivery from the feelings pressed gently into his skin. And he thought the soap was bad. Good. A lot. “Woke up today and knew you were coming home and needed to make sure you knew. You were missed.”

“You were missed.” Quin mumbles back as he loses track of further words. Obi-Wan is too safe and too comfortable and close – the exhaustion rears its head again and this time there is nothing to even try and pull him away from sleep. He’s home and has his partner in his arms and nothing to do for now but to rest. He settles, curling close, and sleeps.

Out in the main room, the kitchen light glows warmly.

@quinobiweek

[kcrabb88]

The thing I've noticed recently about shipping QuinObi, a small Obi-Wan ship (we'll say a few rowboats tied together, but could be a sloop someday) in Star Wars fandom where there are monolith Obi-Wan ships is that, like ... there is a lot of kind of, I suppose unintentional shade thrown around? Not directed at me specifically (though I've had that too) but just in posts where fanon things are stated as fact. There are A LOT of posts that reference Quinlan and Obi-Wan having a thing as Padawans that go out of their way to say "oh but they weren't in love it was just sex" like Obi-Wan can't be in love with multiple people throughout his life and must wait to be in love with whoever the main love interest of the post is (could be any big ship I'm not like, calling out a particular one) or Obi-Wan can't care about someone deeply that he's having sex but not a romantic commitment with. Sure, FWB is a thing! It's often a part of the progression of any of my QuinObi fics. But the way posts like this are phrased is often like "oh well sure he slept with Quin as a Padawan but it was just cause he was there" kind of tone. I dunno, just the kind of fairly popular insistence that Obi-Wan likes Quinlan sure, but he isn't in LOVE with him and never was to make sure that it's CLEAR that Obi-Wan was only ever in love with whoever the other half of the ship is ... well, odd.

Like "Quinlan's so dumb am I right, but he's hot so Obi-Wan slept with him. Fun to be around but not a serious love interest" kind of vibes. There's a not small amount of fics that have Quinlan either pretending to be someone else while he and Obi-Wan sleep together, or being in a threesome with Obi-Wan and someone else for the purpose of getting the other two together and I'm like?? Why is this such a trend? No one has to ship my ship by any means, but using Quinlan like that just ... kinda sucks. Quinlan is a great character and he and Obi-Wan are really close. It's not wild to think they could fall in love. I've written situations where they're in love, then they're with other people and come back together later, like, it's possible to write multiple relationships like that.

I dunno, all of it makes me feel weird about how fandom generally views Quinlan. Obi-Wan could just as easily be with Quinlan as he could with any other ship and yet Quinlan is treated like this stepping stone or side piece without respect sometimes. There's gotta be a better way to involve past character relationships in your fanwork than to low-key imply that another character is just a stand-in for the eventual Big Love.

[ahumansvoid]

I wrote a thing about Qui Gon, Obi-wan, Quinlan, Siri, Bant, Reeft, and Garen getting interviewed!

I’ve seen quite a few of these that mainly take place during Clone Wars or around there, so I wanted to try it when they’re Padawans and teenagers rather than adults.

I also intend on doing a follow up with them during the Clone Wars (maybe not if people would rather I leave it as a one-shot?) so if you want the interviewer to ask specific questions, feel free to send them to me! Either on this post, an ask or DM. 

[glimmerglanger]

Bedroom Conversations

Happy Monday!

I've got "Bedroom Conversations," the next part of the sanguine series, up on ao3!

No major warnings apply for this part, though spicy content is implied (sticking to a T with fade to blacks).

Featuring: Quinlan Vos showing up and jolting some revelations out of Cody and Obi-Wan. ALSO featuring some QuinObi of the long-term FWB variety and...and adjustments to the Codywan pining.

[willowcrowned]

Valentine’s Day prompts 15, QuinObi?

[Valentine's Day Prompts]

15. ❛ You fit into me. Like a hook into an eye. ❜

He's never understood why they fit so well together like this, why he can slide into Quinlan with a hitched breath and some clumsy metaphor about keys and locks will hit him full-force. It's only ever Quinlan's muttered 'fuck,' the sly way he looks up at Obi-Wan, the faint smell of perfumes neither of them wear on Quinlan's sheets that ever stops him. It's only the knowledge that this is how Quinlan is with everyone—easy and charming and so, so happy to fit himself to another—that keeps him from saying something he'll regret.

Fucking Quinlan always feels like a revelation. He drives into Quinlan's tight heat, feels Quinlan's hand on his, and something melts in his chest—some tightly bound box comes loose. Do you feel it? he wants to ask. Do you feel me? But Quinlan's eyes are closed and he's grinning, and he doesn't see Obi-Wan about to come apart. It's better that way, anyways. Quinlan doesn't stick around for that sort of thing. At least not for Obi-Wan.

There's bitterness in his mouth when Quinlan cries out, bitterness that leaks down into his spine when he fucks Quinlan to the edge and pulls back, makes him beg, like if Obi-Wan leaves him desperate and fucked-out he'll come back. And he does—he has, so far. It's enough. It has to be.

Obi-Wan bends down, into the crook of Quinlan's neck, and bites hard. Between their bodies, Quinlan comes with a cry, and Obi-Wan pulls out, brings himself off with the image of a bruise in the shape of his teeth imprinted on Quinlan's neck.

He leaves without a word, forcing down every single ache at Quinlan's smile down into a small box in his chest.

The next week, the bruise is gone.

[crispyjenkins]

as sort of proof i’m actually writing that quinobi

writing has been fECKed the last few days, i have no idea what i’m doing, i spent almost seven hours unpacking and sorting art supplies instead of writing this fill and now here i am. soon, anon, i promise: soon.

  When the contingent of Jedi and their padawans arrive in the capital city of Zehava to help negotiate with Neild, Quinlan hugs him instead. 

  And Obi-Wan hasn’t eaten properly in weeks, he’s been sleeping in the sewers, and Cerasi’s blood is still caked under his fingernails, but Quinlan still nearly knocks him over with the force of their collision, wrapping Obi-Wan up so tight it almost feels like they’d never left the créche in the first place. He’s always felt more like home than the Temple anyways.

  “Let’s not do that again,” he says, surprisingly in control of his voice for how wrecked he’d sounded after Bandomeer.

  With shaking hands, Obi-Wan hugs him back, twisting his fingers into the back of Quinlan’s robes until he can’t feel them anymore. “I’ll say goodbye next time,” he promises hoarsely, feeling Master Qui-Gon prod at his mind in concern before Master Tholm leads him away. 

  Quinlan makes a distressed noise and hugs him tighter. “Or you could stop kriffing almost getting killed every mission, yeah? I swear by the Maker that if Master Yoda has to sit me down one more time to ‘break the news’ to me about you going awol, I’m going to throw you to a sarlacc.”

  Obi-Wan does suppose it’s a little unfair to do this to his friends nearly every time he leaves the temple, but with a galaxy so big and so full of need, he knows he can’t promise that. 

  So he presses his forehead into Quinlan’s collarbone, releasing his hands just long enough to tuck himself into Quinlan’s robes instead, and nods against him anyways. “You’d have to find a sarlacc first, Quin,” he says, like making a joke of it will excuse that he’d almost gone and left Quinlan alone again. 

  “Don’t worry, I’ll just stick you on a desert planet, and with your luck, the sarlacc will find you.”

[oathena11-writes]

Dear Creator letter (for Star Wars rare-pair event)

First off, thank you for writing something for me! I kind of go blank when it comes to filling out those likes and dislikes so here’s me rambling about the kinds of things I like and don’t like to help me figure it out. Any particular specifics do not have to be adhered to, aside from avoiding the DNW and dislikes. 

Prompts

(I’m bad at coming up with ideas for other people to write so hopefully even if I don’t cover all pairings it gives ideas)

QuinObi- Quinlan isn’t a shadow but is a healer

CodyQuinObi- Post war No Order 66, Obi-Wan is at a loss with so much less to focus on, Cody is doing his own thing to discover who he is, but is missing Obi-Wan, Quinlan is worried about Obi-Wan and tries to get him and Cody together (in spite of his own feelings)

Haja/Reva- In Kenobi when she confronts them, they realize they’re soulmates

Any Quinlan pairing- he’s technically still considered a prince on Kiffu. Potential/actual partners find out on accident

QuinObi- Can’t seem to find the right time to get together (long missions, Anakin doesn’t like Quinlan/is insecure about Obi-Wan splitting time, the war etc) until they finally do get to have their first date

Rex/Zeb- Ezra (and Sabine) got them into a tricky situation.

Feral/Quinlan- Quinlan crash lands on Dathomir shortly before Ventress does her tests to pick Savage.

Beru/Owen/Obi- People in town assume, and they end up going with it until it accidentally becomes real

Any Quinlan pairing- Psychometry is another sense; sensory overload and other issues come from it which can make relationships tricky to navigate 

Other Pairings I like (and would not mind seeing)

Kit/Obi

Fox/Quin/Obi

Beru/Owen/Obi/Quin

Padme/Anakin/Rex (as background)

Mace/Plo

Kit/Obi/Quin

Cody/Quin/Mace

Bly/Aayla

Cody/Obi

Ezra/Sabine

Ezra/Luke

Zeb/Kallus

Maul/Cody

Savage/Clone OC

Likes

I like just about any AU aside from ones that don’t take place in the GFFA. Those AUs can be hit or miss so probably better to avoid in an exchange like this.

I love Jedi as family.

I love clones and Jedi helping each other in some way. (such as, Jedi are in a poor position, Clones help them fight the Senate/leave Republic, Jedi help clones find themselves and establish their lives) 

I love angst so long as there’s a happy ending (see: Don Bluth movies)

I like explorations of sexuality and gender, particularly those that explore asexuality and agender identity. (I do hc Quinlan as Agender and Obi-Wan as some variant of sex neutralish asexual) 

Love some autism/adhd hc, particularly ADHD Obi-Wan and ADHD Quinlan. I have ADHD and see myself in both of them.

Pro-Jedi all the way. Individuals are problems, but not the group as a whole and not the Council in the clone wars. They were trying their best and I prefer to look at it from a hopeful perspective than picking apart all their ‘wrong’ choices (assuming those choices are actually ‘wrong’)

I like cloneshipping but more as a background than a main thing. 

I don’t mind bad things like rape/non-con, or torture happening, just not explicitly written. Implied and talked about after is fine. Love that angst and catharsis

Pregnancy and childbirth is always interesting to explore as I have gone through it so I Know things. 

Any characters interacting with kids is just fantastic. 

I love misunderstood characters, insecure characters. Characters that secretly think people would be better off without them. That sort of thing is always fun, and the more they don’t appear like that sort of character, the better (favorite character with this rn is Quinlan)

Healthy communication is best. They can start out unhealthy as long as they work towards healthy. As long as they are trying. And even good partners can make mistakes but they still come together to discuss it eventually. 

Meditations, lightsaber, give me all the Jedi hc. 

Chronic pain, particularly from migraines is always fun to explore.

Soulmate AUs

Time travel AUs

Fix its

Dislikes (Note: I don’t have any triggers, mostly just squicks. Still hard nos for the most part)

I don’t mind implications of sex, fade to black scene but anything explicit? Nope. Do not want to read it. 

Also not fond of sexual attraction playing a part in a large portion of the story (asexual person here does not want to read about that) or characters being sluts/always having sex. (Yes, asexuals can enjoy sex and all; I am married with kids, but I also like seeing restraint especially from a healthy relationship perspective)

I don’t like Anakin portrayed as good if he is in character. Absolutely do not portray him like canon if you are going to write him as good, make him less toxic/angry/etc. Why? Because I see Anakin written like in canon, and all I see is my mom who should never have been a parent. I have no patience for that kind of thing. This does mean I am perfectly okay with Anakin bashing, Falling etc. 

I don’t like canon Jedi characters leaving the Jedi or never being a Jedi. I LOVE the Jedi, so it’s just. Not really fun to read for me especially since a good portion of those come off as not Jedi friendly.

Speaking of. No attachment equals love, the Jedi are a cult, Jedi are emotionless, etc, UNLESS it is presented in a way that shows that the person saying that is wrong/doesn’t know what they’re talking about/malicious etc. Such as it coming from Anakin and everyone else being like ‘uh. no.’

I’m not super fond of clones having their own culture. Especially the Mando clones. It just doesn’t make sense to me that they would come out of Kamino with a set culture, Mando or not, just some norms that come about from being raised the way they were. Maybe a few little things they don’t know the origin of but picked up from trainers or older clones. 

Related, I’m also not fond of the clones have everything figured out so they know what’s best, whether it’s emotions, relationships, health, work-life balance etc. They don’t have the experience to know better than experienced Jedi. And the way such things get written, especially when it comes to medical issues is very... infantilizing and I would never trust those clones again in the Jedi’s shoes (usually Obi-Wan).

I don’t like characters being jerks, even if it’s meant to be joking/teasing. For sensitive people that can be still feel real rather than a joke/teasing so it’s just a no go for me. 

Sith/Dark AU No. Just. No. Characters can temporarily slip up and struggle, but not embrace it. 

Don’t want major character deaths. Fake outs are great, fantastic though. All the angst but happy ending.

The End

Thank you for writing for me and I hope you have a great time creating something you love for me!

[kcrabb88]

QuinObi Week starts in less than a month, and I've got 4 of my 5 fics drafted and am very pleased with how my day 4 fic turned out! Featuring Quin having a super extreme psychometric reaction during a wartime mission that's related to his terrible aunt who had his parents killed, and Obi-Wan helping him through love, care, and some tender kink.

Twelve standard hours later as he walks down the hallway toward his quarters, Obi-Wan senses a familiar presence. That hearth-fire he knows so well.  

The door slides open, and he finds Quinlan Vos curled up on his sofa with Obi-Wan's own sweater, battered and dark blue, draped over him. Eyes open. Staring. Breaths coming fast. The Force crackles around him like static electricity. Wrong wrong wrong it says. Their bond hurts. It bleeds slow like someone has sliced into a vein and left it dripping.  

It’s Obi-Wan's job to stem the flow.  

So, he locks the door, drops his bag, and without removing his boots, stopping for water, or any of the things he might normally do, he strides over to the sofa and gets down on one knee. He doesn’t touch Quin. Not yet. He merely puts his hand on the cushion where Quin can catch it.  

“Obi-Wan?” Quin asks. He doesn’t break his stare.  

“It’s me, dearest,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “I’m here.”  

Quin flinches like Obi-Wan's voice is too good a thing to hear. Too kind. Finally, he blinks. Those amber-brown eyes, when they meet Obi-Wan's own, don’t shine. Dead. Dull. Terrified. Those are the words Obi-Wan would use to describe them.  

“Touch,” Quin rasps. “Please.”  

Obi-Wan takes Quin’s closest hand in his own. He runs his thumb over Quin’s knuckles and notices, with a pang, the half-moon imprints pressed into his palm. Obi-Wan's other hand rests on Quin’s head. He hasn’t showered—also not like him. There’s a smear of dirt on his cheek, and his locs are oily.  

“She killed them,” Quin says, and he stares out past Obi-Wan again like he’s looking at something only he can see. “My aunt. She set it up.” 

His parents, Obi-Wan can only assume, but this news makes his bones rattle from the shock of it. Anzati murdered Quin’s parents, and it was always assumed that what his aunt, Tinte Vos, did later—forcing him to relive the brutal deaths in order to mold him into darkness and the heir she wanted—was taking advantage of a horrific situation.  

Quinlan seems to be implying that she set up the deaths in the first place.  

[kcrabb88]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by the lovely @foreverchangingfandomsao3!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

107

2.) What's your ao3 word count? 

1,383,112

3.) What fandoms do you write for? 

I've written for Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, Black Sails, Captain America, Hadestown, and Star Wars.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Shoulder the Sky: My RoTS fix-it AU and the first installment in the series of the same name! Obi-Wan figures Palpatine out and gets stabbed and put on trial for his trouble. Anakin has to sort his way out of Palpatine's manipulations.

Les Hommes de la Misericorde: My first long fic in the Les Mis fandom, which is very dear to my heart! It established many long lasting friendships as well as my brand of "Valjean saves some or all of the Amis after the barricade"

Whispers From the Dead: The sequel to Shoulder the Sky, featuring undead Sith, lots of QuinObi, Obi-Wan whump, Anakin being the Jedi master he always could have been, really cute Skywalker twins, and Padme finally getting to be chancellor.

Conjuring Miracles: My OWK what-if, where Vader gets his hands on Obi-Wan at the end of episode 3.

Between the Soul and the Star: My Les Mis fic where I attempt to save ALL the Amis and put Javert through his paces :D

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I like to! I don't always get to every one, but I do try and answer as often as I can, especially long comments--I like to thank people for that effort! Plus, I've made friends by talking in comments!

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that one goes to By Force of Friendship, my Les Mis Barricade Day fic where Enjolras watches each of his friends die one by one, until he reaches his end. I mean, blame canon for that! But still, it hurt.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I dunno if I can pick one? I've written a lot of fix-it fics for various fandoms, although my Hadestown fix-it, As If it Might Turn Out This Time, might be the winner .

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Hmm I got flames like everyone else back in the 'ole ff.net days, but the only hate I ever got was on my Les Mis pirate AU (long taken down and turned into my series of novels) and I wouldn't even call it hate so much as weird and aggressive.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do! I used to do almost entirely closed door/implied smut, but over the last few years, between my girl Raoul Phantom of the Opera AU and QuinObi fic for Star Wars, I write it a lot more! And I've really enjoyed writing it, too. Lot of character work that can happen!

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I wrote a Criminal Minds/House MD cross years and years ago, pre-Ao3!

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple of Les Mis ones, yes! Into Chinese.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Wayyyyy back in the day, pre-Ao3, but not since then.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

I write a lot of gen fic, but as far as romantic ships go, it's a tie between QuinObi and Raoul/Christine, both of which I'm feral over and have written the most shippy content for.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Don't currently have any unfinished ones! Well, WFTD, but it's almost done and will definitely be finished.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think character-depth and character arcs are probably my biggest strength? It's what's most important to me as a reader, so that's where I tend to focus the most.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

God, blocking!!! Not even in action scenes, that I can do, but when people are just sitting in a room! Constantly have problems with that.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sometimes I do! I've used French in Les Mis here and there.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Rurouni Kenshin, back when I was a tiny baby on Media Miner.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

This is like picking a favorite child??? I can't pick, but I will say that I'm proud of how I've expanded my horizons and written new things in Whispers From the Dead!

[phoenixyfriend]

Ok but consider for the Hondo saves the universe:

Obi wan: I need Master Vos’ telemetry, that’s why you’re backup-backup.

Ani: I’m sure you ~need Quinlan’s hands~ but that’s no excuse to keep me from stabbing someone.

Context: Hondo Saves the Galaxy

"Remember how, last time we ran into Hondo, we needed Jar Jar Binks to save us? Yeah. No. If I run into trouble because of Hondo Ohnaka again, I'd rather you be the last-minute complication that gets us out."

"So you want me to save you."

"You know what, I changed my mind, I'm calling Master Windu instead."

[phoenixyfriend]

Hot Take: Satine Kryze should have been a woman of color

It's impossible to have conversations about Satine and her politics that don't get sidelined by the animation choices. People either don't like her because she's calling for an end to the violence (and violence is a major part of what makes Star Wars entertaining), or they don't like her because of the accidentally implied racism.

Like, okay, listen. Listen.

Imagine if Filoni had put an ounce of thought into racial diversity and had Satine as a woman of color, leading a population with the diversity you would expect of a space planet, but otherwise spouting the exact same pacifist, pro-gun control, anti-imperialist rhetoric and activism.

The people who just hate women or want her to stop negating the violence they came to the franchise for would still hate her. And I'm not saying the "wow, that crowd design sure looks... sketchy" people would automatically like her, I just think that we could have ditched a lot of unintended and unnecessary bullshit at the door in favor of actually discussing how cultural revolution looks and works when your cultural history is 'violent imperialism and enslavement of conquered native populations interspersed with civil war.'

TL;DR - I love Satine and what she stands for, but I think her message and character beats would have worked much more poignantly if she were a woman of color so we could skip the accidental implications in favor of actually talking about her activism. It also would have been nice for, of Obi-Wan's two canon* love interests, one to not be a white blonde.

('Vaguely Mediterranean' would also work if we want to work on the parallels that Death Watch has to what Ottomans did to the Balkans with the whole devşirme thing, but not enough people know or care about Balkan history for that inspiration to be readily apparent, so her being a woman of color would be better.

* The other being Siri Tachi. As much as I love QuinObi, BailObi, Jangobi, etc, none of those are actually canon.

[phoenixyfriend]

Anyway, back to Obi-Wan's shit, which I am continuously choosing to characterize as a decades-long game of Maul trying to kill his spouse while Obi-Wan casually evades said attempts with "bends over to pick up a penny in order to dodge a knife" and "spills poisoned tea into the nearest houseplant" and "inexplicably calms the horse that was absolutely about to buck him off and trample him to death" and Maul is just standing there fuming and it's still unclear to basically everyone why Maul hates Obi-Wan so much.

Obi-Wan waves it off with a "oh, I know why, but I assure you there's no need to worry for my safety. It's not for the dowry; I simply managed to insult him most mortally some years ago, and he's never had a chance to extract an apology from my person, nor have I ever thought him worthy of one."

He treats this like he's in The Addams' Family and not a Bluebeard situation.

IDK if anyone asks about when they're going to see children come out of this union, but I imagine whoever poses such a question is getting a screaming Maul attack to the face.

Regency AU but it's specifically Obi-Wan and Maul in a marriage arranged by Obi-Wan's grandfather (Dooku) and Maul's legal guardian (Palpatine) and they spend the entire engagement period about two seconds away from murder. Obi-Wan mostly ignores Maul to pine after Satine, and Maul is like. Sharpening a rusty saw in the background. Anakin and Ahsoka are just running around causing problems on purpose, like dumping worms in Maul's bed and other childish pranks.

In order for the standard "an AFAB person cannot inherit and that is why they must marry well" plot to work out, one of these two needs to be a trans dude so that he's not in line, and I'm deciding that it's probably Obi-Wan. Dooku doesn't care beyond the fact that it made finding Obi-Wan an acceptably wealthy husband such a pain. Palpatine just wanted an excuse to get Maul out of his house and this was an option.

Do they actually get married? Does the Satine thing work out? Does Quinlan swoop in to run off with Dooku's eldest grandchild in the night? No idea. I just like the whole "Maul plots the murder of his fiance while Obi-Wan is just sitting at a window and sighing over his lady love as the entire world tells him he's a spinster."