i saw ur post about how ur writing requests are open and i am humbly requesting literally any quinlan vos x reader content,,, there is so little of him and he is my husband !!! (quinobi x reader is also totally welcome ehe :3) also congrats on 50 followers !!! im happy for u !!!!
MY FIRST REQUEST FUCK YEAHHH
okay so I don’t really know if I got his voice right but here he is. This request gave me a lot of freedom so you get antagonistic!reader my beloved. I also trieeeed doing the romantic? I’m aroace myself so not sure if it came across ^^
Requester: @shadowheads-shitshow
Word count: about 1.5k
Pairing: Quinlan Vos/reader (romantic)
Rating: Teen (swearing, sex jokes)
Trigger Warnings: mention of wounds (they patch each other up), mild.
Synopsis : Bounty hunter reader meets up with Quinlan when they both take the same job by accident.
By the time you see Quinlan, it's evident he's been watching you for quite some time.
He's perched on a rooftop, a level above you, and gives you a taunting little wave when he sees you looking over. You flip him off. He's far enough away that you can't make out his face, but you can tell that he's smiling when he ducks out of there rooftop, suddenly out of sight. Bastard.
This was your karking bounty — you were well off enough at the moment that you didn't really need the money but, well, it was really a matter of principle — and you weren't about to let it get poached by a Jedi. You'd be a laughingstock.
Even if the Jedi in question was an annoyingly endearing asshole. With pretty eyes.
With that in mind, you stalked off to find your next informant, renewed vigor in your stride.
The next time you saw him, it was at the door to the smuggling ring's main operation. He was there before you, which was infuriating considering that you had paid off a few people specifically so that the information would not get to him. Either your informants were traitors or he had people you didn't know about.
On the plus side, he was pretty clearly struggling with the door. You watched, bemused, as he made wavy hands at the door panel and then huffed when it didn't do anything. He was pouting a bit. It was cute. Force shit wasn't working, it seemed.
Clearing your throat, you decided to announce your presence. "Having some bad luck today, aren't we?" You asked, leaning against the wall and giving him the same little wave he'd taunted you with earlier in the tenday.
He grinned, turning to face you. "Must be good luck if it lead you to me," he said, abandoning the keypad. "Since I know my favorite bounty hunter always has solutions to my problems,"
"Are you planning to pay me for my wonderful solutions?" You asked, eyebrows raised.
"Only with the pleasure of my company," he said, stepping closer, " and I'm told that's quite valuable."
"Really? I can't imagine who would be out placing value on being separated from their sanity, but I'm told core worlders are strange like that." You volleyed back.
"Isn't sanity overrated, anyways?" Vos asked, gesturing wide, "and I rather think you could learn a lot from core worlders. Like generosity and helping others out of the kindness of your own heart."
"I don't have a heart." You said, lips quirking.
He took another step closer, till the two of you were breathing the same air. "Well I know that's not true."
"Bounty hunters aren't known for their truthfulness." You reply, taking note of how his lashes fluttered as he thought of a reply.
"Well I rather thought I might be an exception," He said, hand reaching up to-
You're both interrupted by a tall man with a plasma rifle slung over his shoulder and an unpleasant expression. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked, interrupting you both quite rudely. You had a stunner aimed at his throat in a millisecond, but Quinlan beat you to it, waving his hand and sending the guy straight up into the ceiling. When Quin dropped him, he's out cold.
"Too slow." Vos said, turning back to you with a cheeky grin."Your reflexes are all wasted away, aren't they, without me around to keep you on your toes."
"I think my mental state is the better for it." You returned dryly.
He clapped his hands together, a noise which was startlingly loud in this empty greeting room. "Back to business. I don't suppose you've got any help you'd be willing to give?"
You hummed noncommittally. "I want the bounty claimed in my name. You were never here."
"Alright," he nods, "but there's a few documents in there which I'm gonna need to grab."
"It's a deal," you offer, grabbing a plasma cutter and getting to work on that door.
It's dull work. The cutter is slow, not as fast as a lightsaber would be. Quinlan pretty obviously doesn't have his lightsaber on him. You'd be worried if your intel didn't say that most everyone in the den would be high out of their minds this time of day. Easy pickings.
Quinlan leans against the wall, looking you up and down. "That's a new arm guard," he says, starting up a relatively neutral conversation.
"Yeah, the old one got blown up in a hutt pit." You smirk, still working that plasma cutter. "You've got some new ink."
The sleeveless tunic he wore showed a line of tattoos running down his arm. You recognized mort of them.
"Maybe I should get your name inked on next." He said, shooting you a glance. "And you get mine. We could match."
"Yeah, and they'll be calling me next time you get yourself locked up." You scoffed. "Too much responsibility for me, no sir."
After a pause, you added, "It'd look awful pretty though. Nice thought."
The cutter was nearly all the way through now. "Been a bit, hasn't it," you said, pointed. He'd disappeared before this bounty for a little while. A few weeks, not enough to have you making a search party, but enough for you to get nervous.
His smile turned sheepish. "Surprise undercover assignment. I would've warned you if I had the time."
It wasn't an apology. It was as close as the two of you got to one.
You weren't each others one and only, not any kind of soulmates, but you had something. You had each other to count on. What the two of you had was rough and loud and abrasive, just the way you both liked it.
The cutter was finished, or close enough to it. You kicked down what remained of the door with a grunt.
Offering Quinlan an arm, you nodded towards the now open door. "Onward, my prince." You deadpanned.
After you both had taken over the den — it was easy work, and comforting as you and Wuin found your flow again — you noticed him limping on the way out. You caught his eye, flicked your gaze down to his leg, and then made eye contact again.
"It's nothing," he said, trying to look like he wasn't hurt.
You frowned, eyebrow raised.
"If you're planning to lie, you could at least do it better than that." You said, crossing your arms. "You got your goods?"
He rolled his eyes. "They're receipts, not spice packets. But yeah, I've got em."
"Good. My ship. Now." You point in the general direction, setting off with a brisk stride. You'd slow down for him, but you knew he knows the way. There's only one parking spot you ever use on this planet.
When you got to your ship, you opened up the hatch and left it open, waiting for him while you took out your bacta and med kit. You started on your own wounds while waiting for him to show up, which weren't too serious or hard to reach. Finally, he poked his head in through the hatch.
"You know, most people would wait for an injured man." He said, fake irritation splayed across his face.
"I'm here waiting for you, aren't I?" You asked, gesturing for him to sit on the bed.
You grab a roll of gauze and some disinfectant. "Shirt off." You ordered.
He complied with a smirk. "If you wanted me to start undressing, there are less roundabout ways of asking-" He cut himself off with a hiss of pain as you swat him in the shoulder.
You might have forgotten he was hurt. You offered him the bacta spray by way of apology, dabbing the antibacterial ointment in larger wounds. He gestured for you to turn around.
"That cut behind your shoulder needs stitches." He said, grabbing a needle and medical floss. You stayed still as he stitched it up. Each pinprick of pain is followed by the warmth of this, this ritual. The knowledge that neither of you have any obligation to be here, that you were here because you cared.
Once he was done with your wounds, you turned back to his, checking the tightness of the bandages you'd wrapped earlier.
He grabbed your hand, wrapped in gauze, and skimmed his lips along your knuckles. "There, I kissed it better."
"Aren't you going to do the same?" He asked, pointing to a bandage on his cheek.
"I'll do you one better," you murmur, capturing his lips in a kiss. It's slow, sweet. You're both alive. You have time to bring down the walls a little.
"I've missed you." He said, candidly.
Your heart skipped a beat. "Me too," you confess, and go in for another kiss.