#quinfox

[frostbitebakery]

The other one was getting long

“What do your gorgeous baby blues see?”

Obi-Wan lets his middle finger speak, earning a chuckle from Quin. “Target, two clicks east,” he signs quick and efficient with one hand. Cody has been showing him the shortcut hand signals the clones have adapted from military and basic sign language. Obi-Wan has, in turn, shown him what one can do with the other hand not occupied with signing.

It has been rather eye opening, over all, how the clones deal with their lot in life.

Their cruel, drenched in suffering life, Obi-Wan thinks, and the leather of his glove squeaks with how hard he’s gripping the edge of the roof.

“Credit for your thoughts.”

Obi-Wan shakes himself out his own mind, focuses back on their mission. “When we’re back on Coruscant,” he signs, is pleased with Quin raising curious brows, “I want you to ask Commander Fox if he’s inclined to share tea with you.”

A pebble floats up from the ground and nails Obi-Wan in the side of his head. “I don’t need you to be my wingman.”

“You need someone with more flirting expertise than I can possibly provide to be your wingman, my friend.” The empty huff of a chuckle escapes him when Quin turns into a cloud of indignation. “I want you to shake him for information. Something isn’t right.”

“Target’s moving, just like planned,” Quin murmurs, keen eyes following the spice dealer. “Can’t you fuck your own Commander for intel? I heard he’s got a great ass from all the droid kicking.”

“He’s very stubborn,” he replies, fiddling the data pad out of his satchel. “Commander Fox is,” he hesitates, which isn’t a planned move, but it’s got Quin’s full attention now, “closer to a source I want to tap.”

And he’s lost Quin’s attention just like that. “Could you stop spinning conspiracies about the Chancellor? He’s a kind old man, beloved by all, bla bla.”

“He’s a politician. And I still don’t know what happened to Anakin—“ Fierce, sweet boy, could definitely hurt a fly. Obi-Wan had been gone for a month and he had come back to Ani tossed and turned by dark falsehoods.

“Depa and the mind healers have done a good job with that kid.”

Still. Coming back to Coruscant after long stretches is like being slowly sniffed out in the Force. His jaw aches like it hasn’t in a decade. “Talk with Fox, please.”

Quin sighs, rolls his neck, and flicks his chin at their target. “Come on, a spice lab is waiting for us.”

Together they step over the ledge, wind and gravity grabbing at them for twenty stories before the Force catches them.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Bly: *falls head over heels for Aayla* Ponds: Haha look at that dork, falling for his General. Wolffe: *falls in love with Arran, a Jedi healer* Fox: *rolling his eyes* well, at least it's not a General this time.

Cody: *falls in love with Obi-Wan*

Ponds: ...you cannot be serious. Fox: Well, I guess it's just you, me, and Rex.

Fox: *meets Quinlan* Fox: Never-mind, I get it now. AFTER THE WAR:

Rex: -and yeah, before everything started to go to shit at the end and Anakin started to turn, I fell in love with hi- Ponds: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU WERE MY LAST NORMAL BROTHER!

[padawansuggest]

Quinlan: I know you said you didn’t want anything serious for our first date-

Fox: ????

Quinlan: But I got you flowers 🥰 *pulls a plastic tube out of his pocket and puts it on the desk*

Fox: ????????

Quinlan: It’s two pre-rolled joints.

Fox: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quinlan: Good?

Fox: Great. Now I have to marry you.

[ninjigma]

Taking place between chapters 6 and 7 of 'One Last Moment' Track: 'Fallin' (Adrenaline)' - Why Don't We (Spotify / YouTube)

It was sudden. One moment he was naming the loads of food he would get for Fox in apology for the hectic evening being chased by thugs, and in the next the helmet was gone and lips were pressed against his. It was fast, and hurt a bit with the slight clumsiness of it catching between teeth, but Quinlan couldn’t care less. In fact, he couldn’t feel anything besides the elation and joy, and how every ounce of self control rose in him to stay still a moment. To let Fox move first.

Then the millisecond was over and Quinlan was tilting his head, letting their noses become less smushed and lips to press a bit softer. One of his hands delicately came to rest on one of Fox’s cheeks, encouraging and calming in one go. It was Fox’s pace, but Quinlan had never been one to hide his thoughts; and he wanted it clear that he wanted whatever Fox gave, no matter if it was clumsy kisses in precarious locations or the bickering over food on late nights.

Quinlan loved. He knew this about himself well, and had already left the order once based on such feelings. He felt for so much sometimes it was overwhelming, and his own abilities in the Force felt like a lightening rod for emotion, even from those long past. Even now he could feel the hum as his thumb swiped slowly over Fox’s cheekbone, and he used every trick in his book not to read anything beyond that surface level. What Quinlan truly wanted was it to be Fox’s own choice to share. His own feelings given freely at his own pace. Of course he couldn’t help sensing the nerves Fox was projecting with how strongly they wavered past the clones walls, but he kept everything else as locked as any shadow can. Locked with the key that would be forever freely offered. That if Fox wanted, he was there, and if he didn’t, he would stay at his side regardless.

If this was the only kiss, Quinlan wanted it clear how much he treasured it. Protected it. Already kept it within his heart where no one but Fox could ever take it away from him.

If it was just this moment, Quinlan could accept it and return to being the nuisance nat-born Jedi that Fox had dubbed him. And he would then use every ounce of that title to ensure they made it through this war anyhow. Because Fox would always be a friend, and for Quinlan, that title was nothing short of the highest importance.

If it was only right now, Quinlan would be happy.

Literally has been sitting in my drafts for way too long as I wanted to write something more for it, but have been too caught up with work to finish it; and I just get too sad seeing it in my drafts every time I scroll to leave it any longer.

Who knows, maybe I will finish writing later and reblog with it/edit the AO3 story. Stay tuned just in case XD

Enjoy! (And enjoy the new Dumpy the frog text divider!)

[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.

[loverboy-havocboy]

they're boyfriends your honor

infamous reference:

tattoo i designed for fox:

[aka-lorterian]

朋友说的狐暴揍qlvs：

[gamelpar]

Vos, leaning back in the chair: What seems to be the problem, officer?

Fox: Get the FUCK out of my office

[alamogirl80]

So… remember a really long time ago I had this Fox/Vos Hades and Persephone AU idea?

Fox - King of the UnderWorld with the Clones (not dead just forbidden from the Above)

Vos - One of the few remaining Knights of the Mother (Earth, Creation goddess, Gaia etc)

The Emperor(Palps) of the Above gave The Knight to the King of the Underworld to appease him (and keep Fox’s from messing up his eeevil plans on earth for all humans Above, because Fox and his army of millions can and will fuck shit up)

The Knight isn’t amused with the arrangement. Neither is the Underworld’s King.

No one is surprised by this.

But they’ll need each other in order to stop the emperor and maybe save both their worlds.

So.. yeah. I finally felt like finishing this art to go with the idea.

[lothcatthree]

in fox’s defense, he didn’t know WHO the chair belonged to

(quinlan did)

[frostbitebakery]

INTRODUCING: Quinlan Vos, Professional Bestie

two IGMHC vignettes

“I— had a friend,” Ben says. “Growing up. At least for a little while.” - Obi-Wan, chapter 2, IGMHC

HUMAN SACRIFICES ARE ONLY PASSÉ WITH THE WRONG ATTITUDE

Fox ignores him. “Cody, I’m this close to a murderous rampage.”

Vos brightens. “Cody! The one who’s fucking a Si—“

“That’s Marshal Commander Cody,” Cody says icily and even Fox needs to suppress a shiver. “Who the fuck are you.”

“How do you even know ,” Fox starts and recoils from the wink Vos throws him.

“Shadow, remember? It’s my job to know more than is strictly healthy for me.” Vos nods his chin to the comm. “ Marshal Commander Cody, tell Obes his childhood bestie would like a hello sometime.”

“You know him?” Fox whispers harshly - yells, but whose narrative is this, thanks - while Cody mutters an incredulous “ Obes ?”.

Read the rest on AO3

TRUTH-INCINERATOR CAUGHT MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, MORE AT 11

The past worn like a mask because of how Obi-Wan was is useful to how he now is. And, if the faint rumors are true, spoken so hushed within the confines of the council chambers only, the relicts have turned into goals again. To make what once was true again.

Quin’s head spins from the spirals Obi-Wan has contorted himself into.

“Is that so,” Obi-Wan comments quietly, watching him back. “My heart warms from your efforts. A cup wouldn’t go amiss either.”

Quin inclines his head. “Sorry, we’re not at the best buds level where I trust you with anything that can be used as a weapon.” The preparations for this meeting had been endless and frustrating. No weapons on either their persons so Obi-Wan couldn’t use Quin’s lightsaber against him. A Force suppression collar around Obi-Wan’s neck which doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Thick gloves on Quin, no sliver of skin bare for taking advantage of his psychometry. Master Windu had thoroughly gone over Quin’s shields with him. The Council had left nothing unprepared.

“You don’t fidget as much as when we were younger,” he says. He gotta start somewhere, silence has never been his forte, and suddenly it’s vitally important to understand the line that had been drawn somewhere and cut his best friend out of Quin’s life. “You used to always do something with your hands.” Obi-Wan had needed the stimulation. To concentrate, to expense restlessness, to focus away from anything and everything overwhelming.

Yellow eyes continue to look at him. There’s pity in them now. “It’s been beaten out of me.”

Quin grins, quick, regretful and unsurprised. He can imagine, colorfully, and his heart breaks a little more. “Your words have always known where to cut deepest and quickest.”

“Thank you.”

Read the rest on AO3

[jedi-enthusiast]

Another out of context shitpost:

Wolffe: *waking up after having surgery* Arran: Hello Wolffe, I'm Arran. I'm going to be the healer taking care of you while you recover. Wolffe, still high off of anesthesia and trying to deal with the fact his Jedi healer is Fine™️: Damn, I should get injured more often. Fox, watching on the sidelines: *chokes*

[three-fold-symmetry]

Esk, dear! Your art with Fox and Quinlan has added a few years to my life. You draw them so amazingly, you grasp their interaction so perfectly! I just saw it but I'm sure I'll be looking at it for the next five hours – the next five days, damn it! You are the blessing of this tiny fandom. The light given to us from heaven. Thank you <3

Aaah, you're way too kind! 🧡🧡🧡 Thank you so much, this message made me so happy!! Please have some more Quinfox, as a thank you!

(Oddly enough, a second chair appeared in Fox's office shortly after.)

[padawansuggest]

SpaceTok

Quinlan: *stands up wearing a pair of silk pants with a matching tank top, turns so he can show it off* Guys, I have the best news ever. It turns out, Fox wasn’t ghosting me, he was on trial for murdering the chancellor. He was guilty but they’re letting him walk because the chancellor was a Sith so this is what I’m wearing to his award ceremony for it. *does a cute little spin and shows off his polished boots* It’s gonna be awesome, Senator Organa is holding the after party which means Obi-Wan will show up already drunk it’s gonna be great.

[lead-acetate]

Quin: *hiccups* fuck

Quin: could you pass me *hiccup* a glass of water *hiccup* babes?

Fox: sure.

Fox: Dad's coming to visit, by the way.

Quin: *spits the water out*

Quin: what the fuck? when? soon?

Fox:

Quin: Fox, answer me!

Fox: false alarm, just wanted to scare the hiccups away.

Quin:

Fox: it worked.

[calamity-aims]

apparently it’s quinfox week??