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stratataisen · 2 months

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Jonas/Jorgen WIP

No Jonas and Jorgen interaction yet, I'll get to it...eventually. >.>

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Jonas ran his finger along the edge of his glass, half listening to his friend vent about their higher ups. Typical SIS politics and Senators butting their noses in where they weren’t wanted. Same old, same old. He could fall asleep and still know what his fellow agent was talking about. In fact, next his friend was going to bring up the Director pulling a few strings for him.

“...Director managed to get me out of the situation by--”

Called it.

As he tuned out of the conversation again, he refocused his attention to the lonely soul nursing a half-full glass at the bar. Fancy stuff too if Jonas had to hazard a guess. They were drinking either an expensive whiskey or rum, based on the color. Unsurprising since this particular lounge on Coruscant had quite the selection of hard liquor, and none of them cheap--which made Jonas idly wonder how the lone individual could even afford it. Officer or not, their pay couldn’t be that good.

“Jonas…”

Although, that’s a guess from several feet away, in a dim lounge, with him squinting at the glass.

“Jonas…”

He wondered if--there was a sharp tug on his ear.

“Jonas!”

“Ow, what the fuck, Theron?” the SIS agent exclaimed, turning to glare at his friend as he rubbed his sore ear. “Did you really need to be so rough?”

The brunette rolled his eyes. “You’re not made of glass, you’ll live. Besides, calling your name didn’t get your attention--”

“So you went straight to manhandling?”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Theron asked with a shit-eating grin as he sipped his whiskey.

“Kriffer,” Jonas grumbled, eyes drifting back to the bar.

He felt a slight tinge of annoyance as Theron leaned around him to see what he was looking at.

“Huh, he’s cute,” he commented, sipping his drink again, “I didn’t think he’d be your type, though.”

“I don’t have a type,” Jonas rolled his eyes before giving Theron a look. “And besides other’s said that about you.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that one,” Theron snorted, relaxing back against his seat. “Are you going to go talk to him, or just ogle him from afar?”

“I’m pretty sure he’d be liable to bite my head off if I tried,” he answered, sipping his drink before pulling his eyes away from the lone patron.

“Ah, so he’s met you already,” the younger man snickered.

Jonas whacked his stomach. “He met me on Nar Shaddaa…where I proceeded to flirt with his commanding officer…”

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desuex · 2 years

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redraw of this masterpiece

i think i improved

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dingoat · 1 year

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@queen-scribbles’ Bry and one Jonas Balkar enjoying some Kybuck’s Caf, only one of the most popular tapcaf franchises across the galaxy!

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tiredassmage · 4 months

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swtor secret santa 2023

Happy Life Day @sheyshen! I got to be your Secret Santa this year! <3 I hope the holidays were kind and the new year brings you good energy!

There was so many delightful opportunities provided in your requests, half of my battle with this was choosing what to do! Finally settled on the chance to write a nice little pre-trip holiday moment for Ava and Jonas; I hope I've done them some justice and you enjoy! <3

~x~

Ava eyed the recipe laid out on her counter, carefully propped against the wall so she could see it over the arrangement of ingredients and supplies. This one had been fine-tuned over several years of family gatherings on Coruscant - handwritten as a testament to both care and age, a few pages pockmarked with notations of variations tried because of a different ingredient appearing in one of the markets or a hand that had been a bit overeager on the pouring and whisking here or there.

Usually, she’d like to wait and their mother’s kitchen on Coruscant would be packed tight with the kind of warmth and laughter that’d make any baked delights all the better - the “secret ingredient,” as it were. It was the kind of thing you’d move hyperlanes for, no matter how increasingly difficult the galaxy seemed intent on making that feel.

She frowned slightly and squinted down at the page, trying to discern a scratched measurement. It might be tighter this year, given everything. Frankly, she’d count it one of her miracles that herself or Jonas were free for any period of the holiday season.

She had briefly interrogated Jonas with a suspiciously quirked brow and an amused slant to her lips. She couldn’t entirely pass up the suspicion his quick smirk and easy lines about it being far too long since he’d last seen her ‘in her element’ weren’t to blame for some level of it.

For most, it was probably easier to imagine Jonas Balkar cutting deals with that sly tongue of his to get out of paperwork and reporting than saddling himself with more of it, but… Jonas wasn’t the most subtle creature she’d met. She could recall at least a fair handful of times such a moniker for the fellow spy may have made her roll her eyes.

That frown of concentration deepened a bit as a comm ring threatened to interrupt her careful mix of ingredients. A part of her nearly sighed instinctively; the odds that it was work related were historically not exactly in her favor and such interruptions had been almost suspiciously lacking over the last several days she’d been able to spend on last-minute shopping and packing for the still-hopeful trip back to Coruscant. Assuming this wasn’t such an interruption-

She brushed her hands through a towel quickly before reaching to answer the call. Eyeing the ID couldn’t bring anything but a smile to her lips. “Hey, stranger.”

“Stranger?” Jonas huffed in mock-offense, “And here I was hoping you might’ve been thinking of me. I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”

“Hmm,” Ava considered for a moment, feigning putting quite a bit of thought into the matter. “I don’t know… You’re the elusive type, after all. Maybe I thought you disappeared into some Mid-Rim sunset, never to be heard of again.”

Jonas shrugged. “Don’t try too hard to make it sound romantic now,” he teased. That lopsided teasing grin had been historically exasperating, but now..? Ava struggled to suppress a giggle. “Say though, you wouldn’t happen to be home, now, would you?”

Ava’s eyes narrowed as she paused, whisk in hand. “You’re up to something.”

“Can’t a guy earnestly inquire about his darling?”

“Jonas.” Ava cocked her head pointedly, a grin starting to struggle against the pseudo-interrogation.

“Well, you could at least let a guy in,” he said. “You know, it’s quite cold in some parts of the galaxy this time of year.”

“What?” She blinked in surprise.

“Answer the door, silly!” Jonas laughed.

And he was still chuckling when Ava found him at her door, a gloved hand over his mouth doing a poor job of masking that grin of his. “Really?!” she said, “You called? To answer the door.”

Another barely-contained laugh shook his shoulders. “All worth it to see the look on your face,” he said. Then, with a fairly theatrical flair, he offered a half-bow. “‘Honey, I’m home?’ better suit you?” Ava rolled her eyes and gave a tug on his arm to pull him inside. “Fret not,” he soothed, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “I haven’t come empty-handed.”

“Who exactly did you bribe to get both of us free?” Ava questioned.

Jonas held up a free hand with a single finger raised. “Ah, ah,” he scolded lightly, “I haven’t even played my whole hand yet.” Another grin appeared as his other hand came back out of his jacket with his datapad. “For you, my dear.”

Ava’s nose crinkled and leaned back against the counter as she took it from him. “If this is reports you’ve dodged filing-”

“Now, now, that wouldn’t be such a merry way to spend the holidays.” He nodded again to the screen. “Go on. It isn’t going to be the season forever.”

Ava shook her head and checked what he’d left pulled up on the screen: ticket confirmations.

For Coruscant.

For both of them.

“Jonas!” Her eyes went wide. She tucked the datapad tight against her chest. “Who did you bribe for this?”

“Bribery?” Jonas shrugged. Only a kitten could match that kind of mischievous innocence in that crooked smile and glinting eyes. “I’ve not the faintest clue what you could possibly be suggesting of my fine character.”

She elbowed his arm. “Not to accuse you of modesty,” she teased as he huffed again, “but… thank you. I know the kind of work you dodged for both of us.”

“‘Dodging’ isn’t quite the word I’d use for it,” he grumbled lightly.

Ava giggled, “You know what I mean.” She checked his datapad again. “Well, we better get packing, I guess.” She elbowed him again, a bit sharper. “And just when I’d started another batch.”

“I’m sure I know a few other favors to take some along,” Jonas said with another smile. “C’mon then, I'll help you. They certainly don’t make themselves.”

“I do know where they tend to disappear.” She handed his datapad back over and tugged at his jacket. “You could at least make yourself comfortable. Look like you’ll stay awhile.”

Jonas rolled his eyes playfully and stepped out of the kitchen to hang it up. “Just long enough. We’ll have a flight to catch in a few days.”

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keldae · 4 months

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The Mistletoe Trap

Drastic times called for drastic measures. Or that's what Jonas insisted from his precarious perch atop a pilfered desk chair that he was currently standing on, in the middle of the dorm lounge, stretching to drive a thumbtack into the dorm ceiling. “Trust me, this will totally work!”

Lana dubiously looked up at him, arms crossed and blonde eyebrow raised. “Are you sure it won't just make things awkward with them?"

“Even those two idiots have to clue in with this!” Jonas hopped off the chair and stepped back to survey his handiwork. “I mean, this is a central element in every cheesy romance movie set around Christmas. Guy encounters girl, guy and girl both look up and realize they're under thr mistletoe, guy and girl kiss, guy and girl realize they're in love…”

“And are you an expert in Hallmark movies?” Lana asked, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“I have a mother who's obsessed with those movies,” Jonas answered. “I learn things by osmosis. Besides, you only need to see one Hallmark movie to figure out the plot for all of them…”

“You're not wrong,” Lana conceded. She looked over her shoulder as Koth emerged from his room, shrugging his jacket on. “What do you think? Do we have a chance of setting our favourite idiots up with this?”

Koth craned his neck to look up at the mistletoe and frowned. “Isn't it supposed to be in a doorway, instead of the middle of a room?”

Jonas groaned. “I spent long enough fighting to get it to stay up there without falling! Can't we break tradition just this once?”

“Nope. If we're doing a mistletoe set-up, we gotta do it right.” Koth jumped up on the desk chair and pried the thumbtack, with its precious burden of mistletoe, out of the ceiling. He paused and dubiously eyed the little pin. “... This will be a pain to stick into the doorframe.”

“Nothing some tape can't fix,” Lana said with a nod. She hurried down the hallway to her room, and returned a minute later with a roll of tape in her hands. “Just don't use all of it, mind.”

“You're the best.” Koth dragged the chair over to the entrance of the dorm lounge and clambered back onto the seat. “Am I centre-ish?”

Jonas stepped back and tilted his head. “Bit to the left… no, no, my left… smidge more… there, that's about as centred as you're gonna get. I'm too lazy to find a measuring tape to make sure.”

“Works for me!” Koth started taping up the mistletoe, making sure to leave most of it dangling in the doorway. “How's the rest of the decorating coming along, do you know?”

“Mako and Vette were working on what they say will be the most epic paper chain to grace a dorm floor,” Lana said. “And I think Kira and Xaja are in charge of paper snowflakes. A pity we have no space in here for a tree…”

“Or budget,” Jonas added. “Being that we're all broke college students.” He watched as Koth jumped back down from the chair, mistletoe in place, then grinned. “Shall we find covert watching positions so we can observe our handiwork?”

“Great, give them both performance anxiety,” Koth snorted. “They'll both appreciate that so much.”

Jonas snorted a laugh. “That's why I said covert, moron.” He sharply looked to the front door as he heard the sound of a keycard on the security panel. “Quick, that might be them!”

The trio scrambled for the shelter of the couches, and by unspoken agreement, all pretended to be intently interested in their phones. They could hear the sounds of two pairs of feet coming down the hallway, around the corner, and pausing at the entrance to the lounge…

“Oh, hell no,” Thexan's voice sounded. “Go ahead, Arcann, I insist.”

“Why do you insist I–?” There was a pause before Arcann groaned. “Ah. Yeah, there is no way in hell I'm kissing you, Thexan.”

Suppressing her disappointment that the intended targets weren't the ones who had arrived first, Lana looked up. “You know you two would have gotten a pass, right?” she asked. “Being literal brothers and all.”

“I dated a girl in high school who was really into a particular subset of the Supernatural fandom,” Thexan answered. “And I don't mean the Destiel shippers. I've had trust issues ever since I caught her quizzing Arcann on some very personal questions.”

“Ewww.” Jonas looked up from his phone. “Yeah, valid. Now shoo so we can wait for the actual targets.”

“You mean the two who were walking back from the cafeteria?” Thexan grinned. “You guys are not subtle at all about this. I mean, waiting for them?”

“Subtlety isn't working!” Koth complained. “We gotta go for the obvious now.”

“I still say we should lock them in a closet,” Arcann commented as he dropped his book bag by Jonas’ couch. “Or set up a blind date for each of them.”

“If they haven't figured it out by spring break, we'll try the closet,” Lana promised. “By then there should be enough sexual tension pent up…”

“What are we talking about with sexual tension?” A horned head poked itself into the lounge, a huge grin on its face.

“I thought I told you to fuck out of here and not come back again last week, Gault!” Lana snapped, amber eyes flashing angrily.

“I'm an invited guest!” Gault protested. “Hylo said I could come in!”

“Not if you two are going to lock me out of my room for three hours while you have sex and then have a blow-up fight!”

“That was one little argument–”

“At one in the morning, that woke both me and Torian up,” Koth interjected, scowling.

“So the timing wasn't ideal,” Gault said with a shrug. “Sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep.” He glanced upward and grinned. “Awww, but you lot can't be that hard-up about it! Look what's on the ceiling!”

“Not for you,” Jonas interrupted. “It's a trap for Theron and Xaja!”

“We’ll break it in for them!” Gault cheerily grinned, then darted through the lounge to Hylo and Lana's room, pounding on her door.

Lana sighed in frustration, jaw visibly clenched. “If he turns up dead one day, I had nothing to do with it,” she growled.

“We'll help with the alibi,” Koth nodded, watching as Hylo emerged from the room with her brow wrinkled. The frown turned into a grin from the Mirialan as she followed Gault under the mistletoe; the Devaronian took the opportunity to dip Hylo for a passionate kiss.

“Get a room!” Jonas hollered over when the kissing didn't seem to abate after a few seconds.

“And not mine!” Lana added indignantly. “Again!” She looked over at Jonas. “I'm much more sympathetic toward Theron now…”

“I don't lock him out that often!” Jonas protested. “And the one time I did led to him meeting his soulmate, so…”

Gault finally straightened up from the kiss and let Hylo up to catch her breath. “See? We're wingmaning for you, Lana–” His eyes suddenly went wide, and he booked it for the safety of the front door, fleeing Lana's wrath as the blonde started to get to her feet.

Hylo watched her boyfriend escape, then shrugged at Lana. “He's not wrong?” she said with a little chuckle. “It's just his way of helping – and look at that, I need to be in the library right now!” She fled after Gault, with a bit of a laugh, as Lana snarled something entirely unprintable at her back.

“... The library?” Thexan asked as the door slammed shut behind the couple. “She hasn't set foot in the library since term started!”

“You'd know, considering you live there,” Arcann commented.

“Very funny,” Thexan muttered, then looked over as the front door opened and closed again. “Is that finally them?”

“Get over here in case it is!” Koth hissed. “Act natural!”

“Gawking is natural, for having just watched Hylo and Gault apparently make back up,” Arcann commented with a grin. Still, he sat down on the arm of Jonas' couch, as Thexan hurried over to flop beside Koth. Still grumbling, Lana sat back down and scowled at her phone like it was responsible for her roommate woes.

And not a second too soon – Theron Shan was the next person to poke his head into the lounge, not realizing he was directly under the mistletoe trap. “Well, don't we look conspiratal,” he commented, looking at the cluster of students on the couches. “We planning evil things here?”

“Just concerning my roommate and the douchebag she's dating,” Lana grumbled. “Do you know of a good place to dump a body?”

“Xaja says she watches true crime shows,” Theron suggested, as the aforementioned redhead popped up beside him. “You got an idea for a good place to dispose of Gault or Hylo?”

“I owe Hylo one for that troubleshooting with my car the other week, so I can't help murder her,” Xaja said. “Gault, on the other hand, I can definitely help dispose of.” She paused, frowning at the widening grins being sent at her and Theron. “... What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“Theron could help with that, if you do,” Jonas innocently suggested.

Theron promptly sputtered in mortified indignation. “I – what?!”

“Look up,” Thexan said with a smirk.

Both Theron and Xaja glanced upward – a second later, Xaja squeaked, her cheeks going as red as her hair. “Is that… which one of you assholes hung up mistletoe?!” Beside her, Theron seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

“Doesn't matter,” Koth said, grinning impishly. “To quote from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie – just kiss!”

“It needs to be cleansed after watching Hylo and Gault make out under it,” Lana added in a mutter.

“But– we're not–!” Xaja yelped. “Hylo and Gault are at least a thing! Theron and I aren't!”

“Being a ‘thing’ isn't part of the mistletoe rules,” Arcann retorted, laughing. “Or are you two chicken?”

“We aren't chicken!” Theron piped up, indignant despite the flush to his cheeks. “We just… uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “... Which one of you assholes had this idea?”

“Does that matter?” Jonas all but cackled. “Kiss her already!”

Theron softly groaned, then turned to look at Xaja, who seemed to have become very focused on a random spot on his hoodie shoulder. “Erm… listen, I'm sorry about this…” he started to say.

“No, uh, it's… it's okay. It's definitely not your doing.” Xaja looked up from her visual examination of his hoodie, still bright red. She hesitated, then glared in the direction of the couches and the pair's eagerly-watching audience. “Do you fuckers have to sit there and watch like that?”

“What, do you have performance issues?” Jonas grinned evilly. “I'm reasonably sure Theron won't care about that–”

“Forget Gault – I'm murdering you,” Xaja growled. She looked back up at Theron. “You can look forward to a single room next semester.”

“Works for me,” Theron agreed, giving Jonas a malevolent glare. He shifted awkwardly, then quickly stooped to give Xaja a brief peck on the lips, seemingly before he could lose his nerve.

“Awww, come on!” Koth complained. “That barely counted as a kiss!”

“If you dumbasses weren't fucking staring at us…” Theron snapped.

Koth sighed dramatically. “Fine, if we all look away, are you two actually gonna kiss properly?”

“You know,” Jonas commented, “if you're the one with the performance issues, Theron, I'm sure Xaja will be happy to help you out with–”

“I will kill you dead, Balkar.” Theron glared at his roommate and former best friend, then caught Xaja in his arms and stooped to give her a dramatic, lingering kiss. She squeaked as she was pulled into his embrace, then seemed to wrap her arms around his neck and return the kiss, apparently trying very hard to ignore the whistles and chorus of “Awwww"s from their dormmates.

They finally came apart after a few seconds, seemingly trying to regain both breath and coherent thought before Xaja looked over at their audience. “Happy now?” she growled, more than a little bit of bite in her tone.

“Immensely,” Lana answered with a little laugh. “Now shoo so we can wait for our next victims. If that pre-med student Archiban comes in here next with this week's girlfriend…”

“We hate you all,” Theron announced, as he and Xaja tried to make their way to their respective rooms with as much dignity as they could muster. “Sleep with one eye open until the end of term.”

Jonas laughed, then as the pair vanished into their rooms, sobered up slightly. “I'm gonna die, but this was totally worth it.” He looked over at Arcann and Thexan. “Hey guys, can I crash with you for the rest of week so Theron doesn't kill me in my sleep?”

“As long as you're prepared to deal with Arcann's snoring,” Thexan said with a grin. He paused, looking at the mistletoe contemplatively. “... Did we overdo it?”

“Nah.” Koth laughed and stood up. “Someone got a picture of that, right? Kira will be so pissed that she missed it.”

Jonas grinned and flourished his phone. “Sending it to the group chat as we speak. And if they aren't dating officially by the end of winter break, I may smack Theron upside the head until he comes to his senses and asks her out.”

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