#theron shan x imperial agent

[tiredassmage]

when two spies attempt to pretend they're not the galaxy's biggest workaholics-

[resol-nare]

His plan of attack was cut short when he heard the ominous sound of a hissing lightsaber – namely, the sound it makes when it sears through flesh – followed by a gut-wrenching scream heavily distorted by helmet modulation. Theron visibly winced. Hopefully, one of the Sith miscalculated and accidentally shivved their partner, but that seemed unlikely. Before Theron could even move, the sniper extricated themselves from the Sith and sprinted for the door, nearly bowling Theron over to get past him. “Move!” they hissed without looking at him, their voice matching the distortion he heard in the scream. Their arms were wrapped around their torso, and they were hunched over in a way ‌that had to be uncomfortable – especially with a sniper rifle like they had strapped to their back: almost as tall as they were and still smoking from the fight. “Uh, sorry.” Theron turned out of the way, but they were already leaving him in the dust. Moving helped him stay out of the path of the two angry Sith that were still hellbent on seeing this person dead, at least. Theron sighed, knowing he didn’t have it in him to let this – likely injured – person face this alone. Some day off this was turning out to be. Rating: Mature for graphic depictions of violence.

Rewrite of my old fic, "Backstreet" to better suit my vision of it and reflect changes made to my agent.

[ebitenpura]

Snowball fight! Eight, Theron, and whomever else you'd like to join in! :)

Winter Prompts

“Theron, stay behind me.” Eight gallantly stepped before his hiding spot behind a waste bin and fended off a flurry of snowballs lobbed his way, armed with naught but a tree branch held aloft like a blade. He caught them with its noticeably blunt edge, discarding the disintegrating snow with a flourish.

“Is this really necessary…?” Theron echoed, his back pressed against the trash receptacle, feeling his cheeks flush pink from needing to be defended or simply the bitter cold of Odessen’s winter.

Strangely enough for an operative, Eight put himself on the frontlines or in place of others more vulnerable– a trait unseen in most of his ilk, who excelled in the shadows behind their sturdier comrades. Yet Theron learned quickly through repeated battles by his side that such bold tactics were a strength rather than a weakness for the Cipher, whose fragile disposition as an agent acted as a mere cover for the unexpected warrior within.

But in this moment, it acted as little comfort to his dwindling pride that he was being protected by someone smaller than him– Theron checked the enemy position and popped briefly out from cover to snipe Aric Jorgan’s shoulder with a bold blast of powder, causing the Cathar to hiss a curse and fall back– and in a snowball fight, nonetheless.

“This is what you get for getting chummy with other spies, Agent!”

Theron instinctively ducked. Where that voice sounded, trouble soon followed.

Eight side-stepped several snowballs from Kaliyo, most likely filled with rocks, given the menacing way they heavily thumped against the ground.

As expected, the others were out for snow-covered blood.

Theron was stuck in the sinking ship with Eight and his angry acquaintances, for all his sad lack of actual enemies that weren't related to him. Not that Lana and Koth weren't gunning for his head– he could see them whispering tactics in the foreground through his flake-covered lashes, those vultures– but the entirety of Eight’s old crew had chosen to aim for their erstwhile agent as means of revenge today.

Theron was just collateral, or so he incorrectly assumed. Not that it would stop him from aiming for his compatriots himself, and what he wouldn't give to see Lana have a taste of her own snow. Theron smirked at the thought of the blonde Sith shaking off ice like a frozen voorpak, already balling up a fresh set of snowballs in his mitts.

“Eight, cove–ACK!”

Theron yelped as frigid, biting snow touched bare skin and fell even deeper past his clothing into nooks and crannies where the sun didn't shine. He instinctively scrabbled at the back of his jacket, face crumpling into what could be called an excellent mimicry of a paper ball. Betrayal! Stabbed in the back! Unprotected! And…SO COLD. If his skin were a jacket, he would've shucked it right then and there.

His suffering didn't go unrewarded. Two blue arms wrapped around his middle as a delicate chin pressed into his shivering shoulderblades. Theron’s surprise settled into relaxed ease as warmth flooded his center, pooling low in his stomach at the familiar scent of his lover.

Aketho sported a wicked grin as he nuzzled into Theron’s broad back, the telltale signs of snow coating his gloves pointing to only one conclusion. Theron gasped dramatically. “How could you, ‘Keth?” His hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion. “...And how did you get past Eight?”

“A good Cipher never kiss and tells,” Aketho purred. Theron shuddered as his hot breath ghosted past his ear. “You're my hostage now, Agent Shan. I’m afraid your friends won't be coming to rescue you, either.”

Eight whistled innocently as he turned his back to the two spies in love, stick-holding hands clasped behind him as he walked pointedly in a different direction.

Traitor! Theron assailed him mentally, mouth dropping in an O as he watched his faithful defender hand him to the enemy on a silver platter, complete with plenty of snow.

He slumped in Aketho’s embrace, giving up. “Well, I could think of worse people to be captured by.” He smiled, entwining their fingers together. His smirk grew lascivious. “Wanna ditch this place and get warmed up somewhere else?”

“Can't think of anything I’d like more.”

[voidendron]

why

why

is Andur/Xaerez/Theron so SO tempting. I started thinking of them again and now they won't leave my mind

slow burn, enemies > allies > lovers, three VERY different backgrounds that they all come from (Theron's whole "raised by a Jedi" thing then being Republic SIS; Xaerez from the Ascendency, then being Imp Intel; Andur as a Zakuulan Exarch and in charge of a Star Fortress) ... UGH WHY

like. it would start as one-sided, Andur with feelings toward Xae since Xae DID practically save him from "going down with his ship" so to speak after his Terrible Guilt for getting the other Exarchs all killed and betraying his world. and just gradually, especially after Xae deals with having his Castellan restraints re-triggered, just. Become A Thing

bc like. Xae saved Andur, so why can't Andur save Xae?? and maybe he Also saves Theron but like. in a Literal sense from something dangerous instead of a "from himself" sense. which just cements things Even More between the three of them????

HMMMM

and also bc Xaerez Will eventually die from complications due to all the shit his body's been through, Theron deserves SOMEONE he can lean on when Xae does die ok

[chaoticstrata]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Explicit (This Chapter is SFW) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan, Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan, The Outlander/Theron Shan Characters: Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Theron Shan, Kaliyo Djannis, Vector Hyllus, Lana Beniko, Original Chiss Characters (Star Wars), Jakarro (Star Wars), C2-D4 (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Teasing, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Sex, Laughter During Sex, Not Beta Read, we die holotraversing into a boss cleave, Shower Sex Summary:

With the promise of pastries, answers, and more flirting, former Cipher Agent Kthira'keth'omi (Aketho) lures Theron Shan away from the safe house on Rishi.

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(05/08/2024) New chapter out now! Apparently, Aketho is terrifyingly beautiful when angry.

[dirthara-dalen]

WIP Whenever

was tagged by @serenofroses (Ty so much for the tag!)

A little context in regards to the wip. It takes place at the start of chp 3 of KOFTE. In Ligastar's updated canon he is in a relation with Theron and my agent Vilkas. Said relationship began during SOR. One key thing about their relationship is Ligastar and Theron knows Vilkas is force sensitive and, in my canon, an undercover SIS agent in the empire.

The hissing sound as the carbonite chamber slotted into the dock followed by the sound of a code being entered into the nearby keypad filled the chamber with a sense of anticipation. The three figures watched the chamber intensely as it began to thaw. One of the figures prepared what appeared to be a modified kolto injector as they stepped in front of the chamber. As the Mirialan became more and more visible they aimed the injector at the Mirialan’s chest. As it became clearer that the individual was coming too, they held their finger on the trigger.  His vision was hazy as he caught brief glances of the figure in front of him. “You’re dying, ch'eo vur. I have your cure but it's going to hurt.” He couldn't help but cry out in pain as the medical dart hit his chest and he fell from the chamber. He reached up, yanking the dart out with a loud gasp. His whole body felt like lead as he slowly raised his head to find a rather icy gray hand being held out to him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he took the hand and was brought to his feet coming face to face with Vilkas. Behind the chiss he noticed Lana, T7 and Theron messing with some control panels. “Listen Ligastar, we don't have much time and I know you probably still feel like shit but we have to leave.” “V-Vilkas?” He took a deep breath as he struggled to stand straight. “What are you doing here…how are you here?” “You can thank Lana later for finally locating you. Any other explanations will have to wait until we're out of here.” “He's right.” Theron walked over then gently took one of Ligastar’s arms, pulling it over his shoulder before wrapping his free arm around the Mirialan’s waist to support him. “Our top priority is getting you out of here alive.” 

T7 began beeping incessantly as the door to the chamber opened revealing three skytrooper droids charging towards them. Lana leaped into action as she took down a droid while deflecting blaster bolts from the other droids. Vilkas quickly glanced at Ligastar and Theron as he dodged a bolt. With a simple gesture he used the force to bring one of Ligastar’s sabers to him. He ignited it in time to deflect a blot headed straight for them. “We need to move! I'll make sure the way is clear.” Lana shouted as she raced down the hallway. “Do you think you can walk Ligastar?” “Y-ya.” Theron helped Ligastar get his footing as he acted as a support for the Mirialan. Vilkas remained with them in order to defend them.  “How long…” Theron did not want to answer. The last few months leading up to this sucide rescue mission had been hell. For five long years the two agents had searched for any trace of their lover only to constantly come up empty handed. Neither had believed the reports stating Ligastar had died in the explosion that destroyed Marr’s flagship. Vilkas glanced behind him at Ligastar and was met with a look of desperation he'd never seen before from the Mirialan. “Please…how long have I been here?” Theron sighed as he relented. “It's been five years.” “What?!” Vilkas took a step towards him as he reached out, gently cupping the side of his face in his hand. “Ch'eo vur, I understand this is a shock but we must escape first.”  Ligastar couldn't help but nuzzle the chiss’s hand ever so slightly. After what he had seen in the “vision” or perhaps dream, he had feared the worst believing he may have lost the two men whom he loved dearly. Vilkas could sense the fear in the man as he leaned forward gently kissing him on the forehead.  “Once we are safe, we will tell you everything.”

I tag @stratataisen, @the-tomato-patch, @valleyofthemachinegods and anyone else who wishes to do this!

[artestarr]

Risks

Theron's on a stakeout on the rooftops of Corellia. He gets a visitor.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Theron Shan/Male Imperial Agent

Word Count: 2037 (Complete)

Warnings: Sexual content, rough sex

[lanabenikosdoormat]

7 and 8 for solarian and junter from the otp ask game....? :D

HI MO! Why certainly! Tysm for the ask bby <3

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

SOLARIAN 🧡❤️

7. Jed is the one who openly starts teasing Theron right out of the gate, shameless as ever. So when Theron realizes he’s starting to like Jed more than just an associate he goes from somewhat flustered and playfully annoyed to actually flustered and shy about it. Whereas Jed goes from “haha tormenting this silly SIS agent” to openly worrying about his wellbeing and actually wanting to know Theron outside of what he presents himself as.

8.

Jed’s nicknames for Theron: Darling, Love, Silver Fox, Shan (playfully)

Theron’s nicknames for Jed: Handsome, Sweetheart, Jedidiah

JUNTER 💚🧡

7. They start acting like deranged little freaks. Hunter has had eyes for Jed basically since day one, so his flirting becomes more strong and more suggestive the farther his infaution with our darling cipher grows. Jed is his most cruel and unstable in this time of his life so his desire manifests in mutually assured obsession. They get more aggressive with each other — almost like they’re both compensating for something.

8.

Jed’s nicknames for Hunter: None. Only uses Hunter in the most snarky yet charming way he can.

Hunter’s nicknames for Jed: Nine, Red (ginger moment), Angel, Buttercup

[sullustangin]

Rating:  M

Pairing: Theron Shan/Smuggler

Quick quote:

She vaulted up onto the now-disused strategy table and slid across its flat inputs.  As soon as her feet touched down on the other side, Eva slammed the thermal detonator onto its companion console, then crossed the room toward cover.

Then Cipher came through the other entry door into the room, planting himself right in her flight path, and now he was reaching toward her to intercept her –

She felt her hair catch on his fingers as she reared back and changed direction, the pivot causing the first tweak of her hip that she really felt.

She heard Cipher’s foot land heavily behind her and she could feel the oncoming yank of her hair –

And then the floor erupted upward as something burst forth from it, sending Eva and Cipher flying in opposite directions.

Eva landed, left shoulder first, which was just as well; it was still a little numb from last year.  The force of whatever had blown up beneath her feet was enough that she was still sliding across the floor until she smashed into another console. The second that she was no longer in motion, Eva rolled to her back and stood up, blaster drawn.  She’d lost her nightvision goggles somewhere in here.

Yeah, Cipher was still alive, bloodied and furious.  He could probably see her from across the room.

But that wasn’t either of their major concerns at the moment.

Eva stared at… some sort of Sith monster.  It was growling, turning about the room looking for her… looking for Cipher… trying to choose which one to attack first.

Cipher made the creature’s choice for it –

[thelealinhypehouse]

Ain'res: Force, give me patience.

Theron: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Ain'res: If Force gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Im gonna have fun with generator text because myself im bad at writing

Incorrect quotes generator by

[coryphefishh]

Let's do a deep dive on a line from the Theron x imperial character romance in Shadow of Revan.

Goes something like...

"And they said if I ever kissed an imp, I'd spontaneously explode."

So uh. First question...WHO EXACTLY does he mean by "they?"

Early Jedi training? No. Jedi say that about kissing anyone.

SIS training? No. For some agents, kissing imps is part of the job description.

Teff'ith? No. Although it's a nice headcanon that she changes pronouns to they/them.

Theory: Whoever these anti-imp-kissing people are, they're more recent acquaintances.

Next question is WHEN? How recently was Theron advised of this?

Let's zoom out shall we?

The makeout is happening in the briefing room. On Yavin. After a whole lot of Republic and Imperial forces arrived and are at this very moment, trying very very hard to get along. And I don't have any specific examples, but I remember there's bickering and banter dialogue that we overhear.

Now let's zoom out even farther and look at content before and after Yavin.

In the Umbara arc, Theron writes in The Letter that, "I loved you from the moment I saw you."

Now, this easily makes sense for a republic character. Theron's job is to make a holocall to an important person, and WOW they are--WOW very attractive.

An impside character? Running through Manaan? Dodging droids and Selkath while being increasingly on fire? Makes just as much sense if you think about it. He wouldn't necessarily know who this chaotic force of nature is at first.

Oops wait halp that's not just an imp, they're an extremely important high profile powerful imp.

Let's zoom back a notch, and we have a plausible theory.

Theron is obviously unsuccessful at putting a stop to these feelings, especially after what happened on Rishi. He is absolutely smitten and just CANNOT STOP TALKING about this magnificent person who stormed the compound to sweep him off his feet and whisk him off to safety, except he'd already escaped, and kriff, the look on their face when they saw he'd already escaped! Except alas his love is an imp! Except what if....

And every single republic soldier in earshot is all "Mr. Shan DO NOT KISS THE IMP!"

[tiredassmage]

wip wednesday

woe! for it be wednesday and the desire to make words domed me in the head last night, so you may all have more 'dot what au are you on now?' wonderings! the premise context on this one is a bit long-winded, so the short of it is aus with friends! au where friends blorbo was the inquisitor! [it... does not go well. for most involved, lol press f, etc.] so! this piece is several(?) years post-nathema conspiracy, a little drabble on... tyr and theron and trying to heal through the aftermath of an eternal alliance era that... wasn't so kind to them.

“Theron…” Tyr sighs heavily with a hint of frustration that Theron wants to flinch from. He struggles to swallow down the urge wriggling at the back of his throat if only because Tyr’s hand draws steadily up and down his arm.

“Look at me.” Two fingers reach out and gently tap under Theron’s chin with the softly rasped words.

Theron nearly frowns a moment, nearly shrugs his chin out of his partner’s embrace, but reluctantly gives to the request. Tyr rewards the tilt of his head by caressing his jaw. A soft, easy smile starts to paint across the ex-Cipher’s lips.

He’s tired - a very different kind of ‘tired’ than Theron remembers when they stood together in the Alliance. The Kaasi edge has started to bleed from his voice after the many years separated from the capital planet for something a bit more roaming, for something warmed by a sun more commonly seen than that which may or may not have broken through the storm clouds.

Theron leans faintly into his calloused palm. A few more silver threads mix with sun-muddied blonde at Tyr’s temples. He used to say Darth Nox - Emperor? It… Well. It doesn’t much matter what the dead prefer.., does it? - would drive him to it earlier. He’d smiled less and less about it as the Alliance matured.

But now..? Now, the ‘tired’ looking back at him has a gentler kind of warmth - the kind he hasn’t felt… maybe since Rishi.

The thought’s almost enough to make Theron tremble.

Tyr shuffles a bit against the pillows, squirming to lay a bit more on his back, to steady Theron against him. The brief grunt of effort dispels the smile for something more…

Theron’s eyes drop, blindly skimming along, eager to find some indeterminate distraction to settle on. His hand moves towards Tyr’s wrist. He shouldn’t need to-

“Theron.” He can hear the frown without having to look back. That was more like it.

Except the caress moulds firmer and directs his fleeing eyes back to Tyr’s knitting brow.

“Stay. Please?”

Theron blinks, breath stilling in his stiff shoulders.

Tyr’s next smile is fragile, framed with barely a breath of a tight chuckle. “I… I’ve lost quite enough, by now… Or so I thought, at least.”

Theron’s jaw shifts. Tyr’s touch softens to fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, his thumb brushing along his cheek.

And his eyes follow. “I’ve thought I’d lost everything so many times.” He swallows. His touch drops lower once more, cupping under his jaw to steady his thumb against Theron’s chin. “I’d thought… Finally… Finally, I’d lost everything, and I had no more to lose… Only to find there was always just… one more thing… Always something more to lose…”

The tightness around Tyr’s eyes threatens to shorten Theron’s already arrested breathing. He faintly realizes his other hand has tightened, twisted into Tyr’s shirt against his side. His grip nearly flexes to release, but-

“Always some… part of me to lose, I guess,” Tyr breathes shakily.

The same hands that hadn’t followed when Tyr left Odessen… however many cursed years ago it’d been now. The same hands that had strangled any hope of better out on Nathema - had strung it up in odd tresses and shot it bloody before it could even realize it’d waltzed into a trap. Tyr closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath with some unsteadiness. His thumb works uneasily across Theron’s chin, drawing their eyes back together. “And then I…” Another sharp exhale that cracks the painful veil threatening to constrict around him once more. “And then I didn’t… I haven’t lost you, Theron. Not yet.”

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[vagabond-art]

Happy May the Fourth! here’s a collection of art for my Chiss Imperial Agent, Fi’nalyn 💙

[the-chavoi-legacy]

theron: when did we start drinking jawa juice?

agent: we didn’t

theron: then why-

agent: it’s for kaliyo when she breaks in

[voidendron]

You Tell Me I'm Safe. You Don't Know You Lie.

Whumptober 2022 Day 21: Famous Last Words Coughing Up Blood | "You're safe now." | "Take me instead."

Star Wars: The Old Republic Post-Onslaught Characters: Rediaex'aere'zortiea (Cipher Nine - Chiss), Theron Shan Warnings: Brainwashing/Castellan Restraints

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The call had ended hours ago, now.

It left him to wonder. To fear. To dread, what would come next.

His mind was already racing with how to fulfill the order, whether he wanted to or not. How could he get off base, with Theron in tow? How could he convince his husband without raising suspicion? No matter if he wanted to raise suspicion, to raise alarm bells in someone’s—anyone’s—mind so they’d take a shot at him. End it then and there.

Xaerez took a breath. It was too even. Too calm. It didn’t match the racing of his mind or the fear that squeezed his heart.

When the door to their shared quarters opened with a hiss, he glanced up. There was a grimace on his face as he shifted his cane to the other hand; the scars at his wrists were aching again, as were the ones that climbed up his neck like twisted fingers threatening to choke his breath away.

Xaerez smiled, much against his will; he couldn’t let the man know anything was wrong. When Theron returned it, he wanted to cry.

“How you feeling?” His touch was gentle when he took Xaerez’s elbow to lead him to sit down.

“…Hurts,” he answered with a hiss when he wrung a hand around one wrist, where prosthetic hand met marred skin.

“I know, I know…” Theron pried his fingers away with a shake of the head. “Don’t. You’ll bruise yourself.”

His hands were led to his cane, and he squeezed his hands around it with a deep breath. A part of him wanted to leave bruises; it would distract his mind, even if only for a little while.

He hadn’t realized he was staring down at his hands until Theron’s hand lifted his chin in silent request to meet his eyes. So, Xaerez looked up to find those pretty brown eyes creased with worry.

“How are you, Xae? Really?”

The Chiss swallowed. The words came easy, and he mentally cursed them.

“I’ll be fine.” Help me. “It’s just been hurting.” I don’t want to hurt you.

When Theron leaned forward to press their foreheads together, Xaerez closed his eyes. The tears he wanted refused to come.

“Just remember that you’re safe, now.” Theron reached for one of his hands; Xaerez hated that he couldn’t feel the way his husband squeezed gently at his fingers. “Focus on recovering. You’re home.”

I’m going to kill you. They want me to kill you. You aren’t safe! His tongue betrayed him not for the first, nor the last, time, “I know. Thank you.”

No one was safe. Not anymore.

Not while those damned Sith held the key to the former Cipher Nine’s conditioning.