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commander-krios · 1 year

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24 touches prompts: Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here” for anyone who speaks up

Thank you! I ended up using this for an unexpected pairing. Joker from Mass Effect and an OC of mine, who ends up being his boyfriend for a few years in pre-canon.

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Jeff closed his eyes, ignoring the words on the datapad in his hands, trying to remember what it was he’d been reading. Something about pilot terminal data or black boxes or… he didn’t even know anymore. His brain had turned to mush hours ago from all of the information. But that wasn’t why he was sitting there on the couch, staring at the wall of his apartment.

Aurora’s message flashed in his mind: Finished N7. Just wanted to let you know. Ceremony is on Arcturus in a few weeks. If you want to come, I can send you an invite. I hope you’re doing alright, Jeff. I miss you.

Should he bother to respond? He hadn’t spoken to her in the last few years. An occasional message would find its way from her to him, mostly redacted by the Alliance depending on what she was doing. She was a big shot in the military, a Lieutenant Commander and apparently now an N7. He didn’t even know why she messaged him anymore.

With a sigh, he placed the datapad on the couch beside him, running his hands over his face. He should probably go to bed, he had to leave for Arcturus in the morning, his newest assignment and CO waiting to debrief him and introduce him to the crew and ship. Then they’d be shipping out for months, sleeping in an overcrowded bunk with communal showers and nosy ensigns.

Instead of moving, he leaned into the cushions, trying to will his mind to stop spinning from the studying. Too much information with too little rest and then add on the emotional response he had to Aurora’s name flashing in his inbox, he was wiped out.

Fuck, he thought he was past the burning anger.

“Hey.”

Jeff’s gaze slid to find his boyfriend hovering in the doorway, long dark hair pulled out of his face, green eyes peering out of a lightly tanned face covered in freckles. The man who had snuck up on him years ago, who stole his heart before he even realized it. John Riggs was a man unlike any he’d ever known.

“Hey, you.” He replied, patting the cushion next to him in invitation. “Did I wake you?”

John shook his head, but the dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed him. He stifled a yawn before padding barefoot over to where Jeff waited. Then he collapsed onto the couch, throwing his feet on the coffee table in front of them… where the stacks of datapads waited, mocking him.

“You leave in a few hours. You sure you don’t want to get some sleep before then?” John absentmindedly brushed his fingers through Jeff’s shaggy hair and he closed his eyes at the touch, thinking about how much he was going to miss this.

“I’d rather sit here with you. I can sleep on the shuttle.” Jeff wanted to do more than sit, but he was exhausted. John was right, of course, he should sleep. That was the smart thing to do.

Joker never said he was smart.

“Oh, so instead of sleeping, you’ll just make me listen to your complaints about how much your back hurts on our first vid call?” John chuckled, leaning closer to run his lips over Jeff’s unshaven face. “Now that’s true love.”

Jeff’s heart clenched at those words, knowing that during their many years as friends and the last two as a couple, that was one thing he hadn’t managed to utter. One of many things he needed to make up for. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, to not make a complete idiot of himself.

“I do, you know?”

John hummed, raising an eyebrow at him. Silence stretched between them before the words slipped from his mouth.

“I love you.”

John’s eyes lit up, a dazzling kaleidoscope of moss green and sky blue. He leaned in seconds later, pressing a soft kiss against Jeff’s lips.

Despite the gentleness, it stole his breath from his lungs, leaving him dizzy yet yearning for more. It lasted only briefly, but John didn’t move away when the kiss ended, resting his forehead against Jeff’s. Peace existed in this small apartment on Elysium for him. A peace that he would crave no matter how far he was in the galaxy.

“I’ll be here when you get back, Jeff.” John mumbled against his lips, refusing to break contact. “Because I love you too.”

He blushed. He could feel the heat on his cheeks and neck, but he ignored it in favor of getting his fingers tangled in the mess of John’s curls, pulling him as close as he could manage. John laughed lightly, crawling onto the couch and following Jeff’s lips as he laid down, pulling John nearly on top of him.

Jeff stared up at him, memorizing the look of tender adoration in John’s eyes as he hovered, dark waves cascading around his face like a waterfall. He always saw the stars whenever John looked at him.

Sometimes he still didn’t know what it was that John saw in him.

Maybe it was the exhaustion or the message from Aurora, but he felt tears well up before he could stop them, before he could banish the emotion that lurked in his chest. “Why? You’re amazing and I’m just-”

With his voice breaking, Jeff closed his eyes, trying to ignore the painful lurch of his heart.

John touched his eyelids gently, a single finger brushing the sensitive skin with featherlight caresses.. “Look at me, Jeff.”

Fighting the urge to say the hell with you and shun the request, Jeff pulled air through his nose, trying to push away the fear that clawed itself around his heart. The initial reaction was difficult to parse, but he was learning. Not everything was fight or flight anymore.

When he finally pried his eyes open, John was watching him fondly, his lips curling in a grin that always set Jeff aflame. His breath caught in his lungs as John leaned closer, a soft kiss touching his cheek.

“I hope you meant to say something positive about yourself,” John murmured, lips trailing along his jaw before he paused at the curve of Jeff’s lips. “You are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, Jeff Moreau. You need to stop selling yourself short.”

John laid a kiss on each corner of his mouth, his chin, before settling against his lips softly.

There was no denying how hot John was (another reason he questioned their relationship nearly daily), but his tenderness, his sincerity, the love that he radiated with a smile, Jeff knew he was the luckiest man in the fucking galaxy.

“Hard to do around you.”

John chuckled, sitting up and bringing Jeff with him. He ended up settling onto John’s lap, arms wrapping around him. “I’m doing my job then.”

With a contented sigh, Jeff rested his head on John’s chest, snuggling into the warm and safe embrace of one of the only people he could count on. John held him close, and Jeff memorized everything about him: the smell of sea salt and lemon of his cologne, the strength of his arms as they held him, the constellations of freckles that marked the map of his skin, the soft ginger hair that trailed down his chest to his shorts. He lazily ran his hand down John’s chest, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.

He didn’t want to sleep, he had too much to do before 0500 came, but maybe he could rest here for a little while.

#my writing #storyknitter #writing prompts #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #jeff joker moreau #john riggs #oc: john riggs #jeff joker moreau x oc #oc x jeff joker moreau

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rinskiroo · 14 days

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Intimate romance prompts: tying your lover's tie

oml there was this ask in my box from 2 years ago xD I THINK this is what I wrote for it, but just never came up with an ending that felt right? so it just doesn't end BUT HERE IT IS. Not technically a tie, which is why I'm not 100% sure.

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It had only been a few short weeks since the audience before the Dark Council. Since the climax of all that had been plotted and carefully detailed was enacted. And now, she had to announce herself to Imperial society at large. Reclaim what had been stolen. This manor, that had been the site of such devastation, now repaired, revitalized, and draped in rich trappings so there was no hint of the death that had once soaked the grounds.

“My lord.” The voice of Malavai Quinn called to her from an open door.

The pair of maids attending to her hair and makeup backed away obediently as she waved them off and rose to her feet. She kept waving until the backed all the way out of the room and shut the door behind them.

“You look magnificent, my—“

Sao’la held up her hand. “We are in private, Malavai.”

“My love,” he said with a smile.

She let out a breath and some of the tension in her shoulders as she walked towards him. The long train of her gown pillowed out behind her. It was black as night in stark contrast to the full length of her white hair, brushed out and flowing behind her. He was in his finely tailored dress uniform—brand new, starched and pressed to crisp perfection. His breast adorned with the medals and commendations he’d earned.

Sao’la stopped in front of him and smoothed her hand over his shoulder, catching a stray thread. He reached up and held her hand as it rested on his shoulder. “You have accomplished all you’ve worked for. Yet, you seem… reluctant, my dear.”

“I have to focus now,” she said quietly and moved her hands again. This time she brushed them across the triangles at his throat, carefully adjusting them so that they were even. “There will be time for complicated feelings later.”

“Why is it complicated?” he asked. Again, his hands wrapped around hers, pulling them away, because his uniform was impeccable and she was fidgeting. Trying to find things wrong so she could fix them.

Sao’la took in a quick breath, and then breathed out, quiet as a mouse, “What if this isn’t what I want?”

“Then tell them to leave.”

“If only it were so simple,” she looked up at him and gave him almost half of a smile. She had invited all of these people. Telling them to leave would indeed be a powerful play, but a petty sort of power. And what she did not want was for people—these people—to think her petty and small. She was strength incarnate and valued and rewarded loyalty. She would honor her commitments and her invitations.

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #sith warrior #malavai quinn #sith warrior x malavai quinn #intimate romance prompts #prompt fill #sal x mal #ask #storyknitter #my writing

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greyias · 1 year

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Writer asks: ✨🎀💝💌

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oh, that would probably be Lapsus Linguae, which I get why it didn't quite catch on (it's a bit long for a short fic, is basically oc x oc pairing so quite niche, and has a M-rating because of a random scene in the middle with a totally different pairing than the oc/oc content) -- but it still makes me laugh.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I will say, when I get enough distance from a written piece, it can still sneak up on me and give me unexpected feels, so I guess it not only holds up to a re-read, but can hold its emotional resonance.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I probably shouldn't have been, but for some reason I was absolutely convinced that people were really not going to like Girl Talk? (The reaction to which was the exact opposite). I think the brain weasels got me on that one.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So I took a break from it for a little bit (because I got distracted), but I am having a ridiculous amount of fun with the Outlander!Theron AU, and kind of have to keep sitting on my hands so I don't start posting prematurely (the first chapter has been written for 5+ years now). I think I described to someone that it's the Bad Decision AU where no one is their best self, especially Theron, who makes promises in one chapter, and then immediately breaks it by the end of the next chapter, with predictable consequences:

Theron's quick temper finally got the better of him, and the desire to diffuse the situation evaporating and he snapped. "You were about to be killed, and I wasn't just going to stand there and let that happen!"

"You couldn't let that happen? Just like you couldn't let me read my own messages and let me go to the Terminus?"

"That was different!"

"How?"

Just like with his decision to go to the Terminus in her place, he hadn't really thought that far ahead in how to navigate this conversation. Like every ill-considered step he'd taken in life, it was a thoughtful, reckless impulse that somehow made even more of a chaotic mess of things.

"Well, it worked didn't it?" It was the wrong thing to say, and yet he forged on as if his temper had set his mouth on autopilot. "You're still alive -- that's what matters!"

She stared at him as if he'd sprouted a second head. "How can you say that? After everything I told you about what he did when I--he... how can you think giving that monster an inch of control is a good idea?"

#writer asks #thank you for the ask!#storyknitter #i was so amped to write that scene #that i skipped like 5-6 chapters of build up #because it's been living rent free in my head for y-e-a-r-s #honestly i'm finding it funny how i keep going hot and cold on the outlander!theron au fic #i'll finish working on a first draft of a chapter or even just finish a draft 0/skeleton outline #and will be like 'IMMA START POSTING NOW I NEED TO SHOW THE WORLD'#then calm myself down by pointing out it needs proper editing/rewriting which i don't want to do so i take a break #and then the next time i look at it and am like 'this is the worst thing i've ever written i'm so glad i didn't post this imma hide now'#then a few days later i'll pick it up and write again and be like 'THIS IS THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD I MUST SHOW EVERYONE'#on and on #i promised myself i wouldn't start posting until i at least finished the skeleton process #hopefully preventing another 2 year hiatus mess #which is good because i can tell there's an issue in the middle somewhere #i just can't for the life of me figure out WHAT it is #outlander!theron au #au: theron the outlander

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skullinacowboyhat · 2 years

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For the artist asks, #7, 10, & 20

Thank you for the ask <3 My internet went down today, so this took much longer than expected!

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate Sculpture, 100%. Whenever I go to art museums and there’s any kind of sculpture, I have to stare at it for ten minutes, minimum. It does not compute in my brain that these beautiful, life-like pieces came from stone like wtf ?!

10. Favourite piece of clothing to draw Hmm any kind of loose clothing really, especially the sleeves. I like big flowy clothes that I can use to make dynamic shapes.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy Depending on what mood I’m in, hands. Also ears if I can add a bunch of piercings to them.

#asks #<3 #storyknitter

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keldae · 17 days

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That moment when the deliciously angsty one-shot is now 15 pages on Google Docs.

Oooops.

#kel writes #on a mission to steal the 'Angstmaster' title from storyknitter!

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eluvisen · 3 months

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Commission for @storyknitter of Sanna!

#art #commission #swtor #star wars #star wars the old republic #mirialan #medieval au #tysm for commissioning me! <3

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dingoat · 2 months

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"...now may be the only time!"

The first of my little film romance collection, with Theron and Sana from @storyknitter's medieval fantasy au stealing the scene! Absolutely love how this one came together!

#swtor #theron shan #mirialan #other people's ocs #swtor ocs #film romance #sanna x theron #dingoat does art

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theoasiswinds · 1 year

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Commission for the lovely @storyknitter

Part 1 of 2

#oasiswinds #commission #sw oc

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galacticsabc · 1 year

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Commission for @storyknitter !

#commission #art nouveau #knights #medieval fantasy #art #artwork #my artwork #character portrait #character art #art commission #dreamerx86

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luinquesse · 4 months

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This months giveaway went to @storyknitter

#my art #others ocs #LMG round 5

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yamikuruku · 10 months

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for @steampunk-swashbuckler , @storyknitter and @/ZonaiJedaii 🫶

This is part of a pride YCH i am currently open for, you can check it here !

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commander-krios · 2 years

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“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “ for any of your SWTOR babes

Thank you for this prompt! This is going to be part of a 2 part fic, so here is part 1! AO3 link

This fic includes @kaosstar Derrick, an SIS agent who becomes Keshani's partner when she joins the Republic.

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“I can do it.”

The distance from her sniper perch to the entrance of the warehouse where a group of SIS operatives were imprisoned wasn’t all that far, but that wasn’t what concerned her. No, that was the guard rotation that included multiple Sith and a forcefield that Jonas wouldn’t be able to break. Keshani would have to find a way to take it down and deal with all of the enemies without getting killed. The vibroknife at her hip was at least some comfort.

“It’s not possible.” Jonas Balkar, SIS agent and her liaison to the Republic, whispered over the comm.

Keshani bit her lip to keep from snapping back. “I’m perfectly capable-”

“That wasn’t ever in question.” He muttered harshly, his voice cracking slightly from the stress. “Going in alone is a suicide run. There’s five armed guards, not to mention the two Sith that could choke you from across the room.”

“Just so you know, most Sith don’t have the kind of power to just ‘choke’ someone from across a room.”

He sighed, not bothering to turn the comm off when he did so. “I never thought I would end up with the insane Imperial as my partner, but here I am.”

“Are you done? I’d like to get this over with. I have a pazaak game with Arcann waiting for me back on Odessen.” Keshani adjusted her rifle, looking through the scope to watch the closest Sith. He was human, scars on his face covered by an elaborate black tattoo, gold eyes set in a pale face hidden by the hooded cloak he wore. The other Sith was a Zabrak, female, and looked like the bigger threat if her red eyes and dark side corruption were any indication. She would have to find a way to take her down quickly.

“Funny. I’m sure that’s not the only thing that Arcann is waiting for.”

Keshani barely stopped the laugh that threatened to slip past her lips. “Jonas, it almost sounds like you’re jealous.”

“I-”

“Can we keep focused?” Another voice hissed over the comm. Derrick, her actual SIS partner, was set up on the other side of the street doing his own surveillance. “Kesh- I’ll keep my scope on you. I’ll take any shot I need to.”

“Thank you, Derrick.” She said, sincerely. It had been a surprise, this budding friendship with the Republic agent, but he had quickly become one of the only people she trusted with her life.

And that list was extremely short.

“I don’t like this plan.” Jonas continued, as if Derrick’s interruption hadn’t even happened.

Keshani resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Maybe I should’ve brought Theron.”

“I brought you on, instead of Theron, because you know how the Empire operates. Please don’t insult me.”

“Then let me be honest with you, Balkar. The Empire kills hostages. It’s unlikely that whoever was caught is still alive.” Peering through the scope one final time, she watched as a guard began to walk from the warehouse, on his way to patrol the alleys. “Derrick?”

“I see him. Going dark.”

Silence followed as he went to subdue the guard. She wouldn’t have long before the other guards would notice the absence. Taking a deep breath, she swept her gaze over the battlefield, noting that the female Sith had disappeared into the warehouse. Now was the time to strike.

As she was about to leave her perch, movement caught her attention. Jonas was approaching the warehouse, glancing around the alleys with a look of wonder, as if he didn’t know what he was walking into. Might possibly work, but only one thought flashed through her mind.

The idiot was going to get himself killed.

With each step that took him closer to the human Sith, who had definitely caught sight of him, the dread she felt increased. She was going to be witness to his death at the hands of the Empire. The SIS agent who helped get her away from the Sith was going to jump in front of one for his agents.

Like Ardun did-

Refusing to dig up those dark thoughts, Keshani stashed her rifle before running her hands through her short blonde bob. She needed a plan and fast. Grabbing a bottle of something that smelled strongly of alcohol from a nearby bin, she tried to figure out what the best approach was. A lost tourist? A wayward drunk? Speeder crashed in an alley and needed to make a holocall?

She pondered the bottle before tossing it back into the bin. None of those were going to work. The Sith weren’t that stupid. They’d never believe the two of them didn’t know each other. Coincidences weren’t the norm and even if it was true, they would kill them first.

“The guard is dead. I’m back in position.” Derrick said over the comm, pausing briefly before letting out a furious sigh. “What is he doing?”

“Getting himself killed.”

“Keshani-”

She could imagine the look on his face. Dammit, Balkar. “I’m on it, Derrick. Just keep your rifle on us. It might go bad fast.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Improvise.”

She could hear the exhaustion in his voice. “Just- keep him from doing anything else stupid. I don’t want to have to explain to Theron that his best friend got his dumb ass killed.”

Keshani would have found the comment funny in normal circumstances, but nothing about this applied. Throwing caution to the wind, she hurried out of the alley after Jonas, hoping that she could intercept him before a guard did, but luck didn’t appear on her side.

Jonas stood a few feet away, hands up, eyes wide as he stared down the barrel of a blaster. She couldn’t hear what he was mumbling, but the Sith was approaching quickly, hand on his lightsaber.

“Darling!” She called out in her best Pub accent, trying to ignore the wince Jonas had made at the sound of her voice. “There are you! Who are your friends?”

Keshani managed to hide the terror she felt as she smiled at the guard, slipping her hand into Jonas’ so quickly that he didn’t even notice at first. Jonas cleared his throat, glancing at her with a frown. “Sweetheart, I told you to stay with the speeder. I was going to get directions.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. What was he playing at? “Oh, no. I wasn’t going to let you wander around alone! We don’t know what kind of people are roaming around Nar Shaddaa?” Keshani made a point of glancing directly at the approaching Sith.

The guard shifted uncomfortably, following her gaze. At the sight of the Sith, he paled significantly. “My lord, I have it handled-”

The Sith put a hand out, grabbing the guard by the neck with his force powers. Then he lifted him into the air. The man clawed at his neck, gasping for air. Jonas tightened his grip on her hand. A muscle in his jaw had twitched, the only proof of the deep seated fear he felt. Sith weren’t the usual enemy an SIS agent handled on a mission. Not like her old job when she was usually a pawn for one.

Keshani squeezed his hand gently to comfort him, but she doubted it did anything. Not so close to the very thing he was terrified of. “Please, my lord, we don’t want any trouble. We were just looking for some help. You see, we got turned around-”

The Sith took his focus off of the guard and slapped her hard in the face. She immediately tasted blood. She pretended not to notice that Jonas had shifted his entire body in front of her, as if he was protecting her from another attack. He wouldn’t be able to do much against a Sith, but she appreciated it.

Derrick’s voice filled her earpiece. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Her ears were ringing from the force of the slap, but it didn’t rattle her like he expected it to. If she examined it later, it would probably concern her, but Keshani was used to being pushed around by the Sith. It didn’t frighten her like it used to. With the best quiver of the lips she could give, she glanced up at him with eyes full of unshed tears.

“Open your mouth again and you’ll get worse.” The Sith barked, eyes glowing gold in the shadow of his hood.

Keshani noted that the guard had been released from the chokehold and had disappeared from the Sith’s side. At least they no longer had an audience, but if she timed this right, they wouldn’t get much of a chance to get behind cover once she acted.

She slipped her hand out of Jonas’ and moved around him, her other hand sliding out of sight of the Sith. She could feel the handle of the vibroknife she carried against her palm and she couldn’t help it: she smiled. “Please, my lord, we only-”

When the Sith raised his hand again, this time in a fist, Keshani struck. With the vibroknife in her grip, she ducked the attack, stabbing upwards, the blade easily sliding into the thick part of his neck, severing his head from his body. It took a few seconds for the guards to realize their commander was dead. By the time they opened fire, Keshani and Jonas were behind cover, in a different building in an adjacent alley.

“Any help would be great right about now, Derrick!”

A blaster bolt nearly got her when she tried to glance at the battlefield and Jonas pushed her against the wall of the building, his body curled around hers. She could feel his breath against her cheek, labored from their sudden run across the streets. Her hands gripped his leatheris jacket and she found that this sudden closeness wasn’t entirely awful.

Jonas shifted slightly, his forehead brushing against hers when he met her eyes. She glanced at his lips instinctively, unable to look away. They’d been dancing around each other for months now, but even in the thick of the fire, she couldn’t help but admire him.

The crack of a rifle accompanied the blaster fire. “One down. That leaves you with two.”

Keshani did the math in her head. There should be three unless-

“Where’s the fifth guard?” Jonas asked, beating her to it. He was still watching her with an intensity that made her both uncomfortable and excited in ways she didn’t want to think about.

“Your force choked buddy took off as soon as he could. I guess he didn’t like being at the other end of a Sith’s powers.”

Keshani met Jonas’ gaze, a smile curling her lips. Two guards- between the three of them, that was completely doable. He couldn’t help but return the expression. Lifting a blaster, he gave her an expectant look. “After you?”

Taking the offered weapon, she faced their enemies, feeling the heat of his body at her back when he moved closer, lifting his own blaster. They were so close to victory. She hoped that the other agents were still alive.

“We, uh, have a problem.”

Keshani didn’t have to ask what the problem was. She could see it. The other Sith had returned and she wasn’t alone. No, those agents they were trying so hard to save were behind her, bound and gagged, a terrified expression on each of their faces.

“Enough! If you don’t want me to slaughter every one of these spies, come out and face your fate, Cipher. These loyal Imperials deserve some justice.”

Justice. That was certainly one way to put it. She didn’t need to glance in Jonas’ direction to know he was seething under his usual cool exterior. This Sith had probably killed more innocents in her short time as a Lord than any amount of people killed between Keshani and her SIS partners.

But her former title gave her pause. Cipher. She hadn’t been Cipher Nine in almost five years. The Sith hadn’t even seen her face, yet she knew who had come to save those SIS agents.

A sigh slipped past the Sith’s lips. Shoving a Twi’lek man roughly to the ground in front of her, she activated her lightsaber, the violet-black of the crystal clashing with her crimson skin. The blade came to rest on the man’s neck, close enough so he could feel the heat of the saber, but not close enough to burn him. “I’m waiting.”

Keshani moved forward, intending to meet the Sith head on if she had to, but Jonas grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back. When she turned to confront him, she faltered at the terrified expression on his face.

“What are you doing?! She’s going to kill you if you go out there.”

“And she’ll kill them if I don’t.” Her eyes dropped to the blaster in her hand, knowing that it would do little against the power of a high ranking Sith. He was right, she would probably die. But leaving the fates of half a dozen of the Republic’s people to the Empire was not something she was willing to let happen. “The Sith don’t keep hostages, Jonas. This was a setup.”

His grip tightened slightly. “All the more reason not to go out there.”

“We both know that I have to. She wants me. She’ll kill them, you, and Derrick to get to me.”

Jonas stepped closer, a look of physical pain on his face. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Just- be careful.” Resting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes as the next words tumbled from his lips. “Come back to me.”

#storyknitter #kaosstar #my writing #swtor #swtor fanfic #star wars: the old republic #star wars the old republic #swtor fanfiction #keshani zythor #jonas balkar #oc: derrick #sis agents #sis agent #imperial agent #zabrak #original sith character #keshani zythor x jonas balkar

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