QuinObi Events

Looking for a fun April Fool's activity? We in the QuinObi Discord have something up our sleeves!

There's that popular trope, you know the one, where a hapless Quinlan, for reasons unknown, gets "found" by the Coruscant Guard in the dumpster. For this event, we charge you with a mission: giving Quin a REASON to be there that he decided on himself. Is he lying in wait for a mark while on a mission? Is he digging around for items that he can read with his psychometry so he can track someone down? Did he and Obi-Wan dive into one to hide from someone else (and accidentally start making out)? Do Jedi Shadows have a network of camping sites in the lower levels of Coruscant that are made to look like dumpsters in case one of them needs a last minute safe place to go where they won't be noticed?

Make this as serious or as silly as you wish! And remember, Quinlan Vos is a really, really smart guy who is great at his job (Obi-Wan certainly thinks so!). If he's in a dumpster, he has a reason for it, whether he planned it or decided last minute. Feel free to include any and all characters you like (but given the nature of this blog, any shipping is limited to QuinObi).

Word Count Min: 500

Post On: April 1st, 2026

Tag this blog on the day of, and I'll also have an Ao3 collection going!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox & Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox & Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Dumpster - Character Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), living weapon AU, Psychometry | Force Echo (Star Wars), Quinlan is on mission, CC-1010 | Fox is So Done, CC-1010 | Fox-centric, Fox meets Vos for the first time, First Impressions, Reclaim the Dumpster Trope, Quinlan has a very good reason Series: Part 3 of Living Weapons AU Summary:

Fox took the Watch Commander shift and regrets it when he is called to a disturbance. Either a man on a crazy spice trip or a Jedi. It’s very hard to decide who is in that dumpster.

@kogoeru @worm-strung-string @quinobievents  not a focus of Quin/Obi, more focused on the Dumpster. 

“Sorry, come again?” Eri asks because he did hear the man currently rooting around one of the large rubbish collectors correctly, he just can’t quite believe his ears. Eri’s no expert on the matter but Jedi seem far too refined and fancy to be found on the third level, let alone in one of the dingier corners of the dark floor.

“Jedi business,” comes the same response, though significantly less friendly now, there’s a level of resigned exhaustion to the voice that suggests to Eri this not the first time this dumpster diving citizen has had to repeat himself and perhaps the number is no longer even in double digits. 

“Jedi business…in a dumpster?”

“Yes,” is the tired answer and a chunk of metal goes flying to the other end of the large dumpster with ease that has Eri’s hand finding the but of his taser. 

“Are you feeling okay? Still connected to reality?” Eri curses himself for the question immediately following the display of strength that far outstrips his own. He’s alone and out matched, with a potential crazy person. Eri has not been trained for this.

The man - Jedi? Perhaps, though doubtful - peeks out of the dumpster to level Eri with a truly disappointed and unimpressed face from beneath thick dark locs that matches what most of his tutors and his own mother looked like while he was growing up, “That’s how you ask if someone’s having a mental health crisis?”

“I panicked!” Eri splutters feeling a little defensive and embarrassed. 

The man rolls his eyes skyward and mutter’s to himself quietly, though not quietly enough to go unnoticed by Eri, “What are they teaching the kids in the guard these days?”

“Look sir-”

“It’s ‘pardon citizen’,” comes the pointed correction from the depths of the rubbish, again sounding distinctly like a disappointed teacher. Eri feels more shame and the usual corresponding wave of anger gurgle unpleasantly in his gut and his next words are a touch sharper for it. 

“Sorry, citizen-”

“No, you got me correct, but the standard greeting is ‘pardon citizen’ helps avoid pissing off everybody,” he’s corrected, again. Bafflingly, considering his would-be-tutor is still neck deep in one of the worst levels rubbish while Eri palms his weapon. 

“Uh…are you trying to teach me how to do my job whilst rooting around a dumpster claiming to be a Jedi?” Eri questions because he’s distinctly feeling his own break with reality right about now and wants to check this is really happening. Maybe Coruscanti officer wasn’t the best career choice, but they didn’t mind the lack of high grades or the record of bar brawls for poor decision-making a couple of years ago and Eri needed the credits if he was ever to get out of his mother’s flat. 

“Kid-”

Eri  bristles, “I’m over the age of majority-”

“Kid, you suck at your job,” the man states, completely ignoring Eri as he gracefully and supernaturally flips his way out of the dumpster. His attire screams smuggler with his leather vest and trousers and impressive shoulders on open display but the glint of metal at his hip that draws Eri’s eyes can’t be mistaken for anything but a lightsaber. 

There’s an old style small comm unit floating out behind him in a very deliberate way as if to say ‘see, actual Jedi’. It lands in the Jedi’s hand, and he plugs it into a small tablet. Eri catches a glimpse of lines upon lines of code that make no sense before he turns his attention back to the man currently ignoring him.

“I just started today!” Eri yells, feeling the embarrassment burning across his face.

“Go back to training before you piss off the wrong person,” the man - Jedi - says a little gently but firmly, not at all condescending but Eri feels his fists clench regardless. 

“I was supposed to be training, but they’re short-staffed with the chancellor’s gala so-”

That at least makes the Jedi soften to Eri for the first time, “they shoved you out the door without a manual, huh?”

Eri deflates, recognising the teasing tired tone that comes from someone who’s familiar with the bureaucracy he’s facing and the level of shit actually involved with wading through it, “Yes. I didn’t even get a partner.” 

The Jedi sighs, “Alright, I’m sorry for snapping. Been a rough day hunting down these arseholes, and then they just had to throw their unit in the rubbish…seriously why does every criminal think that magically makes the evidence disappear? This level doesn’t even get collected till the end of the week! Kriffing idiots… well makes my job a little easier though its annoying to go through to find one little comm unit. Still, shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Eri blinks, once again baffled by this man, “… Thank you… I’m sorry too,” he replies a little haltingly.

“Word of advice kid,” the Jedi ignores Eri’s insulted face with a charming smile, “Start with pardon citizen and just always aim for empathy. Most people don’t need handcuffs, they just need an ear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind… Master?” Eri says awkwardly, remembering the title most Jedi carry and hoping the Jedi will actually introduce himself at least for Eri’s damned report. 

This Jedi just smiles, laughter lines crinkling around his dark eyes, scrunching the strange gold tattoo across his nose and cheeks, “Classified, nice try kid. Good luck with the job, try to avoid getting punched in the face.”

 Before Eri can gather his wounded ego to respond to that, the Jedi has pocketed the comm unit and small tablet and launched himself up a level with a jump that shouldn’t be physically possible. 

Also on AO3 [860w] @quinobievents - Quinlan in the Dumpster: Reclamation of a Trope

Three things happen in quick succession.

One, Quinlan’s hand wraps around a familiar object, and he pulls it free with a quiet sound of triumph, rising from where he is crouched knee-deep in trash bags.

Two, the Force pings in warning, with a distinct undertone of having waited for the appropriate comedic timing.

Three, his new position brings him within full view of the Guard patrol currently passing right by the dumpster he is standing in, their attention zeroing in on the lightsaber he is holding aloft.

More Like Surrendering to Something

Normally, Obi-Wan is one of the top three people he would invite into an unexpected stakeout, the other two being Tholme and Aayla. But that was before he said what he said four months ago. That was before Quinlan Vos, aged thirty-six, spy and all, blurted out I think I’m in love with you in a moment of post-coital madness. Obi-Wan, one arm flung over Quin’s waist, froze. Quin’s fingers were in Obi-Wan’s hair, stroking and soothing, when the words came out. It was a whole thing. Or, Quinlan and Obi-Wan make confessions in an unexpected place.

Summary:

He pulled his notice-me-not even more tightly around himself as he began to encounter more signs of life – or, well. Droids. The occasional waste receptacle. More doors that weren’t distinguished only by a faint seam. Closer to that where that mass of lights had glowed – bright, warm, terrified – in his and Obi-Wan’s shared senses. He could still sense them ahead – the clarity of before had faded with the static cutting out, the relinquishing of their bond being held quite so close.

Looking for a fun April Fool's activity? We in the QuinObi Discord have something up our sleeves!

There's that popular trope, you know the one, where a hapless Quinlan, for reasons unknown, gets "found" by the Coruscant Guard in the dumpster. For this event, we charge you with a mission: giving Quin a REASON to be there that he decided on himself. Is he lying in wait for a mark while on a mission? Is he digging around for items that he can read with his psychometry so he can track someone down? Did he and Obi-Wan dive into one to hide from someone else (and accidentally start making out)? Do Jedi Shadows have a network of camping sites in the lower levels of Coruscant that are made to look like dumpsters in case one of them needs a last minute safe place to go where they won't be noticed?

Make this as serious or as silly as you wish! And remember, Quinlan Vos is a really, really smart guy who is great at his job (Obi-Wan certainly thinks so!). If he's in a dumpster, he has a reason for it, whether he planned it or decided last minute. Feel free to include any and all characters you like (but given the nature of this blog, any shipping is limited to QuinObi).

Word Count Min: 500

Post On: April 1st, 2026

Tag this blog on the day of, and I'll also have an Ao3 collection going!

Looking for a fun April Fool's activity? We in the QuinObi Discord have something up our sleeves!

There's that popular trope, you know the one, where a hapless Quinlan, for reasons unknown, gets "found" by the Coruscant Guard in the dumpster. For this event, we charge you with a mission: giving Quin a REASON to be there that he decided on himself. Is he lying in wait for a mark while on a mission? Is he digging around for items that he can read with his psychometry so he can track someone down? Did he and Obi-Wan dive into one to hide from someone else (and accidentally start making out)? Do Jedi Shadows have a network of camping sites in the lower levels of Coruscant that are made to look like dumpsters in case one of them needs a last minute safe place to go where they won't be noticed?

Make this as serious or as silly as you wish! And remember, Quinlan Vos is a really, really smart guy who is great at his job (Obi-Wan certainly thinks so!). If he's in a dumpster, he has a reason for it, whether he planned it or decided last minute. Feel free to include any and all characters you like (but given the nature of this blog, any shipping is limited to QuinObi).

Word Count Min: 500

Post On: April 1st, 2026

Tag this blog on the day of, and I'll also have an Ao3 collection going!

Chapter 3: An Abundance of Caution

Some more of that fic for @quinobievents that I've taken far too long to write, oops.

Chapter Warnings: Extensive but generally non-explicit references to the events of Chapter 1. Non-explicit but slightly more detailed references to consensual sex by the main couple. A section discusses baby theft/selling/illegal adoptions. Undercover work as something directly related to past traumas.

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Quinlan is so fucking careful that he thinks it might be a problem.

Like, legitimately so.

Chapter 1: Taken, Sold, Found

Obi-Wan is sold, at thirteen, and is not found for six years... but he is found. He is brought home to a Temple that mourned him. He is brought home to a place where he can heal.

This first chapter is the heaviest. There are off-screen, glossed-over underage rape scenes. Hopefully, the lack of graphic detail will make that easier to manage, but please skip those scenes if such things bother you. Details are in the author's note at top.

THINGS DO GET BETTER. Chapters 2-4 are the recovery, and are about healing and love, so it's just this first one that's kind of… awful.

Unfortunately, the fic that most inspired this, @glimmerglanger's "Transactional States," was taken down a few years ago when the author deleted their page. You may be able to access it with the Wayback Machine, and I know that there are google drive links floating around, but the author has asked people not to put those links in public spaces, so I won't be sharing that.

Originally brainstormed here.

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Sometimes, the flutterby flapping its wings is easy to identify. The twist that changes everything is simple to see. Sometimes, it’s really just not that complicated.

Qui-Gon Jinn dies on Bandomeer.

Read on AO3

Quinlan Vos/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kiffar - n. 1. a sapient individual from the planet Kiffu 2. a humanoid sapient from Kiffu that remains humanoid at all times Selkie - n. shortening 1. slang: a Sel-Kiffar Sel-Kiffar - n. (lit. Seal-Kiffar) 1. a shapeshifting, sapient species native to the planet Kiffu, capable of transforming between a humanoid form and that of a marine mammal resembling a seal, also native to the planet, by removing an external 'skin' that can be donned at will

Anyway, this was meant for QuinObi Week Day 3: First Kiss… which was on the 17th. We'll pretend I was on time. @quinobievents

Originally brainstormed here and here.

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Obi-Wan is three years old when he meets Quinlan Vos. The other boy is five years old, and has a very distracting yellow strip on his nose. It catches the eyes, because the color is so cool, kind of like when Padawan Fisto visits to watch them while their crèchemaster takes a few hours to run personal errands.

And now at the final day, please enjoy my written offering. Mac an Dealanch

Pin Quick Wishes on Stars

Summary: Every year on the anniversary of his parents' deaths, Quin takes a trip with Tholme to honor their memory. This year, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon accompany them to southern Kiffu in secret so Quin can see his homeworld again without crossing paths with his aunt. In the wake of their first kiss the week before, the boys grow even closer.

Kissing Quin here on his homeworld leaves behind the sparks of a storm on Obi-Wan's tongue. Quin’s lips are warm and soft, and his hand sliding into Obi-Wan's hair is really, really, really nice.

“Was that okay?” Quin asks when he pulls back.

“More than, Quin.”

Quin flops down next to Obi-Wan, his gangly limbs splaying this way and that. Resting his head against Obi-Wan's shoulder, Quin gazes up at the swiftly falling stars as twilight fades into true and proper night. Taking a chance, Obi-Wan laces their fingers again.

“I like kissing you,” Quin admits. “A lot.”