I’m really bad at introductory posts so here have a recent AO3 fic index garnished with tasty excerpts:
Red, Red Planet: Male Sith Warrior, Female Sith Inquisitor. (Unknowing) family, gen, humour. A oneshot about long-lost siblings meeting on Korriban. 3,052 words.
“You want nothing to do with me. I’m alien scum.”
“Being alien has nothing to do with it,” Cehirse said, charitably, “you’re just scum.”
“It takes one to know one,” Raelen retorted.
“Scum isn’t quantitative. You can’t be ‘a’ scum, you can only be scum.”
“Well, I’m The Scum. Queen Scum. My word is law to all scum.” Raelen made a mental note to print a shirt of that, if she ever managed to leave this damn planet. “Now go away.”
Shock Therapy: Male Sith Warrior/Vette, appearance by Female Sith Inquisitor. Romance, humour, very mild hurt/comfort, blocks of exposition. Originally written as a kink meme fill, but the smut’s still a long way off. Currently at 9,235 words spread across five chapters. We’ve just reached Dromund Kaas.
“Wow.” Vette looked around, gaping, more out of morbid fascination than awe; the city itself seemed evil in both drab corporate and ominous ancient ways, with its oppressive air and overall greyness and pointy structures which, when viewed from an aerial perspective, spelled out a Sith curse meant to summon the spirit of a dormant world-eater-demon. Cehirse decided not to mention that bit of fun trivia. “It’s like a convention of crazy.”
“How fortunate that I brought you along, then.”
“Ha! Good one.” Her posture relaxed, somewhat. The Pureblood made a mental note: humour puts her guard down. Vette also made a mental note: Sith is able to crack jokes that don’t revolve around murder.
For No One: Female Smuggler/Corso Riggs, appearance by Female Imperial Agent. Romance, ANGST, hopefully veiled Corso-dislike. The escalation and dissolution of a relationship. 4,620 words. Complete.
Corso asks her every week, wanna go home? Where? Blink, blink. Oh, no, not now. Sweetly. Firmly. This is their offspring in its infancy, the product of their hasty union: a growing shadow of doubt, its hour come ‘round at last, slouchin’ towards Dantooine.
character names, classes, and bullet-pointed vague descriptions, from left-to-right (possible class story spoilers and nsfw text):