#Eli Vanto & Reader

[wallflowers-garden]

my gf, knowing nothing about thrawn: mf has the gayest most kissable lips ever

[vibratingskull]

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I write for Thrawn, Ar'alani, Eli, Karyn, Thurfian, Samakro... so go wild

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[cambion-companion]

Intrigue and Insurgents

Ok, this is me giving writing Thrawn a go...RIP me. I've been putting this off for forever because writing him intimidates me. Also I had to give him a hard time for wearing those atrocious green goggle things...like I get the reason babe, but damn if they aren't ugly.

Both Thrawn and reader are Captains in the Imperial Navy, there is a rivalry between them for that reason, each reaching for their own promotions within the ranks of the Empire.

Thrawn x reader | rivals to friends to something more? | potential part 2 depending on how this one goes over | requests for drabbles open

words: 680

“He’s not that bad.”

“You can defend him all you want, Lieutenant Vanto.”  You rounded on the young man, your eyes flashing irritation. “But being commissioned to work with Captain Thrawn feels extremely targeted.”

Eli folded his arms, patiently waiting for you to vent your frustration. “Listen, all I’m saying is you should give him a chance.”

You gave a sharp laugh of derision through your nose and continued walking down the dark polished hallway. “We are both Captains in the Imperial Navy competing for the same promotion…I don’t think comradery is particularly what high command envisioned when they arranged this mission.”

The set of doors ahead of you slid open with a mechanical hiss as you and Eli approached.  Within the room ahead stood Colonel Yularen, his crisp white uniform devoid of blemish.  Next to him, already engaged in conversation, stood Captain Thrawn, his dark grey uniform laying in stark contrast to his blue skin.  Your eyes met his glowing gaze momentarily as he looked you over briefly, taking in your look of displeasure and stiff body language.

You gave Yularen a stiff salute. “Reporting for duty, sir.”

“Captain.”  Yularen nodded to you, his grey eyes flicking briefly to Eli. “Thank you for bringing her here, Lieutenant, you may go.”

Eli shot Thrawn a look, his expression remaining professional but betraying a hint of bemusement.  Thrawn watched Eli depart a moment, his face impassive.  Then he turned his attention to you once more. “Captain Y/N.”  His voice was smooth and unreadable as ever. “Colonel Yularen was just debriefing me on the nature of our mission.”

“Indeed.”  Yularen cleared his throat with an impatient gesture towards the two of you. “And since it took Captain Y/N so long to get here, I will leave it to you to give her the details.”  He handed a datapad to Thrawn and shot you another severe look.  

You took the criticism in stride, knowing better than to make matters worse by defending yourself. You attempted to arrange your features into a humbly apologetic expression and gave a small bow. “My apologies, Colonel.  I will endeavor to act with more haste in the future.”

“See to it you do.  Until you have an update I don’t wish to hear from either of you.”

Both you and Thrawn turned to watch the Colonel depart, the doors sweeping closed behind him, leaving you alone with the Chiss.

“He’s in a great mood.”  You quipped, your shoulders relaxing despite yourself at Yularen’s departure.

Thrawn didn’t answer, instead his attention was fixed upon the datapad Yularen had given him.  

You turned back to him and crossed your arms.  Your impatience won out after less than a minute.  You cleared your throat pointedly. “So, what’s the objective Captain?”

Thrawn didn’t look up. “Insurgents allied with Nightswan have been spotted attending several senatorial gatherings over the last few weeks.”  He clicked the glowing blue datapad off and stowed it away, finally meeting your eyes. “You and I are to attend one of these galas and gather intelligence on their precise motives.”

You shifted your weight to the side, adopting a more casual stance. “I’m sure, with your impeccable strategic planning, you will come up with a way to not stick out like a sore thumb?”

Thrawn arched a brow at you, his hands moving to clasp behind his back. “I will endeavor to live up to your flattering image of me.”  His glowing red eyes had an unnerving quality to them as he looked into your face.  He gestured smoothly towards the door. “Shall we begin?”“You are not wearing those.”  

“I don’t see the humor in this situation.”

“I expect you don’t see much of anything with those monstrosities on your face.” You were failing spectacularly to keep a straight face, your eyes watering as you fought down the laughter demanding to escape.  You clasped a hand to your stomach, watching as Thrawn double checked his reflection in the mirror of the apartments on Alderaan you’d been assigned.  The green glasses he’d chosen to hide the red of his eyes clashed terribly with his skin.

He took them off to rub a smudge off the lens and shot you a look over his shoulder, his expression bordering on annoyance. “They avail me the benefit of looking like a Pantoran and will garner less attention than my natural eyes.”

You smoothed the fabric of your dress and shook your head, watching as he placed the glasses back onto his face.  

“We will have enough questions to answer as it is, based upon who we are pretending to be.”

“Yes, well, I’m not thrilled about it either, my Pantoran friend.”  You shifted off the wall you’d been leaning against and walked closer to Thrawn. “Or should I say ‘Senator Rowaan my betrothed’?  I swear high command is having a laugh at this point.”

“We have our orders and our identities.”  You could’ve sword the corners of Thrawn’s mouth had twitched, must’ve been a trick of the light. He turned to face you.  You could see your reflection in the green glass covering his eyes. “Command gave us the covers we need to gain the necessary advantage.”

“Don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you.” You half-smiled, a glint of mischief sparkling in your eyes as you took Thrawn’s arm, the fabric of his black formal attire soft against your bare skin.

You felt his body stiffen slightly at your touch but he didn’t pull away, instead guiding you out of the rooms and towards the grand festival hall. “I would expect no less.”

Whether this remark was meant as an insult or a comment you didn’t have time to dwell on as both you and Thrawn, disguised as a Senator and his blushing fiancée, stepped into the bustling hall full of colorful people and the fragrances of a hundred kinds of food and perfumes.

“Good heavens, never have I been more grateful to not be a senator.” You murmured, unsure if Thrawn would be able to hear you over the din of the gala.

“I am curious it took you until this moment to draw such a conclusion.”  Thrawn’s soft voice was barely audible even as he leaned toward you a bit to be heard.

“Oh, don’t you start.”  You grumbled. “I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

You heard a soft laugh and quickly looked up at Thrawn’s face, your expression shocked. His face, however, was as impassive as ever, his green glasses flashing in the light as his head moved to take in the many people filling the bright hall.

“Did you just laugh?”  You tried not to sound as floored as you felt.

“I did no such thing.”  Thrawn’s arm tightened minutely around your own. “I’m currently focused on our main objective, something you should consider doing as well.”

You weren’t done needling him yet. “I didn’t think you were capable of humor.”

“Perhaps if you had the capacity to say something amusing, I’d be able to manage it.”  

You stopped, pulling Thrawn to a halt with you, your arms still linked.  It took a moment for you to blink the shock away before you let out a genuine laugh at his quick comment. “Touche.”

Your gaze locked briefly on a set of curious eyes from the crowd watching the two of you banter. Quickly you realized more than several party-goers were giving you and Thrawn furtive looks, a lot of curious glances being thrown Thrawn’s way.  You gave a dry chuckle.  “It seems your glasses haven’t quite done the trick, master of disguise.”

“Indeed, I’ve noticed our presence has drawn unwanted attention already.”  Thrawn shifted and began walking with you toward a long table laden with food. “No matter, I anticipated such variables to arise.”

You unlinked your arm from his upon reaching the table and snatched yourself a tempting pastry from a nearby platter. “You have to know how much you sound like a droid at times, Thrawn.”

He didn’t answer you, instead leveling a look that seemed to burn into you even through the green glass covering his red eyes.  In an instant, Thrawn’s demeanor shifted as his attention seemed drawn by something over your shoulder.  The Chiss bowed slightly and you turned to be greeted by a plump looking man of middle age, his wispy brown hair almost non-existent upon his shiny head.

Thrawn moved to your side and bowed sightly. “Senator Goru I expect, a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

Senator Goru, perspiring slightly, gave Thrawn a cursory glance, his eyebrow raised. “Ah yes, you’re the Pantoran I expect.  Curious to see a non-human at such an event.  And who is this lovely creature?”

“Jara Opaal.”  You smoothly used your alias, curtsying and allowing the Senator to take your hand in his sweaty palm.  You fought to not wince, noticing Thrawn shift his weight slightly next to you as if to intercede. You pressed your arm warningly against his, your smile transfixed on the old man as he placed a sloppy kiss to your knuckles. “I am Senator Rowaan’s betrothed.”  You smiled up at Thrawn briefly and he mirrored your practiced expression.

“You are a lucky man, Senator Rowaan.”  Goru gave Thrawn a judgemental glance up and down with his beady eyes, his gaze lingering on those damned green glasses. His attention shifted back to you with an unpleasant leer. “If you desire human companionship again, my lady, I am happy to oblige.”

You curtsied again, the bile in your throat making it impossible to speak without gagging.  Instinctively you curled your arm around Thrawn’s once more and to your surprise he seemed to draw you closer with a subtle movement.

“I will call upon you later.”  Thrawn spoke, still in that smooth emotionless voice of his. “We have matters I’d like to discuss regarding your newest trading partners.”

“Oh, the ones from Wild Space!”  Goru’s unpleasant gaze removed itself from perusing your body like a spacebar menu. “Yes, I’d be happy to divulge the details to you, Senator Rowaan, there are whispers about those men that I’m sure you’d find interesting, providing you bring along your beautiful paramour of course.”

Thrawn bowed slightly, his body language remained relaxed. “With all due respect, Senator-”

“I’d be glad to come along.”  You interrupted, forcing a doe-eyed and hopeful expression onto your face. “I’m quite thrilled to hear more about your illustrious career, Senator Goru.”

Goru beamed at you, giving you another appreciative look. “Until then, my dear.  Senator.”  He nodded at Thrawn before brushing past him, almost shoulder-checking him in the process.

You couldn’t suppress the sigh of relief at his departure, letting go of Thrawn’s arm to lean against the table.  “I appreciate your reluctance, Thrawn, but refusing that man will only hurt our mission.”

Thrawn remained motionless and silent for several seconds, almost to the point you felt like poking him to make sure he hadn’t turned to stone. At last he shook his head slightly and turned to face you. “I didn’t anticipate Senator Goru to behave in such a manner.”

“You’re used to the pristine professionalism of the Imperial Navy.” You rolled your shoulders, trying to ease the tension in your body. “This is a whole different pod-racing arena, as they say.”  A teasing smirk tugged your lips as you looked over what you could see of Thrawn’s face. “You didn’t predict that as being a variable?”

“Perhaps I am less like a droid than you anticipated.”  A teasing edge framed Thrawn’s words as he tilted his head slightly, observing your reactions.

“I’m still on the fence.”  You smiled briefly and took another bite of your pastry.  You cut your eyes across the gathering of people, looking for anyone who might not quite fit into the crowd. “Have you seen anyone who might be the insurgents?”

“Two men in the corner behind you have drawn my attention.  Don’t look.”  Thrawn’s voice hardened as you began to turn around. “There’s also a female Zabrak in attendance who appears to be trying to fit in perhaps too hard.”

“Is she wearing green eyeglasses?”  You couldn’t help yourself.

He ignored you. “I deem it necessary to split up at this juncture.”  With a deliberate movement he pushed his glasses higher up his nose with a finger. “You find the Zabrak and I will approach the two men in conversation. Try to eke out their purpose, pretend to be sympathetic to their cause if necessary.”

“I think we should stay together.”  You disagreed, more for the sake of getting under Thrawn’s skin than anything. “We have our aliases for a reason, why not use them?”

“Time is of the essence, my contrarian fiancée, it is now necessary to act separately for a while.”  Thrawn arched an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.

You folded your arms. “I’m not contrarian.”

Thrawn’s lips twitched upwards momentarily as he considered you and your stance. “Quite.”  He made a small gesture to the side of the room you’d entered in at. “The Zabrak is over by the fountain.”  He hesitated before leaving you. “Good luck.”

You rolled your eyes in answer and departed towards where Thrawn had pointed, your eyes scanning for this eccentric Zabrak he’d mentioned.  The two of you were matched in Imperial rank and yet he acted like he was your superior officer, it rankled to no end.  Arrogant and self-assured, and yet he’d acted almost protective in the presence of that lecherous Senator Goru.  Or perhaps that was simply part of the act of pretending to be each other’s betrothed.

You ground your teeth, finally sighting on the Zabrak Thrawn had mentioned.  She did indeed look suspicious, even down to the way she was hovering aimlessly by the fountain, looking around with furtive glances.

You couldn’t wait for this mission to be over.

[septima-severa]

The reader dreams about Thrawn

“Grand Admiral Thrawn, you’ve been found guilty of all charges. You and your flag officers will be executed publicly in three rotations.”

“NO!” a shriek came from the audience. Nobody paid attention to it.

Except for him.

��Ch’acah,” he muttered under his breath, searching for you.

---

Eli Vanto was walking from the bridge, his shift over. He had already passed the navigators’ quarters, and everything was calm during the beginning of the night cycle. They didn’t need their services as they were already approaching Naporar.

A little Chiss girl ran towards him in the empty darkened corridor. At first, he thought it was Rishmu, the curious three-year-old addition to the flock of them, but as soon as she approached him, he noticed it was La’kiri, the youngest addition to the corps whom they had rescued from Grysks almost a year ago. She reminded him of Un’hee so much.

“Uncle Ivant,” the little girl sobbed, and he crouched to take her in his arms.

“You shouldn’t sneak on your caregiver, La’kiri,” he said softly, wiping her tear-stained face. The girl didn’t stop crying, though. “What happened?”

“It’s… it’s…” the child was hiccupping too violently to get the words out of her mouth, and he waited patiently, trying to soothe her. When she was ready, she almost whispered, eyes wide with terror: “It’s the alien lady. Something bad happened.”

He froze, blood running cold.

Setting the child down, he began running in the direction of your room.

[danger-xylophones]

Everyday I wake up and struggle to spell leutenant

[starlightsoulwriting]

Hey! Caught a but of the boredom bug and would love to write some short fics for Star Wars!

Characters/pairings I'd be taking requests for would be:

Thrawn x Reader

Eli Vanto x Reader

Ar'alani x Reader

Thrawn x Reader x Ar'alani

Thrawn x Reader x Eli Vanto

Thrawn x Eli Vanto

Thrawn x Ar'alani

Platonic, rival, and joke scenarios for basically any character in Thrawn or Thrawn Ascendancy series (though I've yet to read Lesser Evil)

Trans, gender neutral, and requested genders accepted

NSFW and angst requests accepted.

Might reblog some prompt lists for you guys too to choose from

[thelegendarygoose]

How it ended part3: Thranw x reader x Eli Vanto

This is part 3. Pretty much just finding Thrawn and bringing him back to the Ascendancy.

Warnings ⚠️: the usual smut. Guy on guy and female thrown into the mix. Slight angst blood. This may be emotional. Please read at your own risk.

The trip down is quiet. You and Eli hold hands hidden from the prying eyes of the Chiss around you, not that they would care, it is no secret that your relationship with the very man you are now trying to rescue was more than professional.

The massive star destroyer had landed bow first and after checking if she was sound you made your entry a the bridge. it's there you see two bodies.

one belonging to a young boy you did not know and the other, the missing piece to you and Eli.

"Get them back to the Vigilent, I'll see if there are others aboard," you instruct who nods gives you a quick be safe kiss, and goes about helping the rescue party.

The warriors not going back assist with finding any more survivors, your knowledge from having served aboard the Chimarea works well. after triple checking that all pods did indeed deploy you find no bodies or signs of life through life sign scans and return to the Vigilant.

After retrieving your daughter from the Skywalkers, whom you love dearly you join Eli in the medibay who is accompanied by Ara'lani.

"Any word?" you ask gently coming to stand beside Eli who shakes his head. "They're alive, we're just waiting."

"I was informed that all pods had deployed and the only other person aboard was the boy."

"Yes, Admiral," you answer smartly before stepping closer to look over the shoulders of the medical crew as they finished tending to Thrawn's wounds.

They step away offering a nod and Eli pulls a seat up for you to sit in as you take one of his hands in yours, Eli doing the same. You lift your daughter up to show her her other father, but being an infant she doesn't register and stares up at you and Eli with her red eyes.

Ara'lani leaves instructing you both to get back to work and that you will be the first to know of any change in Thrawn's condition.

It's weeks before either of the two you rescued woken up. By the time they had the Vigilant had reached one of the Chiss worlds, Csilla, and both you and Eli are contained to the ship. not that either of you mind. But you are both frustrated you cannot see the man you both want to hold and introduce his daughter two.

while waiting Eli occupies his time with his task of data analysis while you go about with weapon testing and designing, while attending to an ever-growing 6-month-old child.

You're playing with her now as you wait for Eli to come back so that you can take a quick nap when the door to your shared quarters opens.

without thinking you greet the person thinking it to be Eli with a "hey love."

"Hey love?" a voice not belonging to Eli, but rather your blueberry man who hadn't woken for a couple of weeks. you spin staring up at those entrancing red eyes as he looks down at you and his daughter.

He strides over kissing you happily before gently scooping your daughter up into his arms and settling on the bed beside you, inviting you into his arms as well.

Something you eagerly do. "I was supposed to know when you were awake. Eli too," you reply as he kisses your forehead looking at your little girl.

"I requested that i suprise you. That and i had some stern words sent my way. "

"So the usual trouble." he shoots you a half-offended look as Eli walks in, and does a double take before hug attacking your blueberry man carefully as he is holding your little girl.

"You're awful" Eli chides kissing Thrawn and then you as he settles on the other side when there is a knock on your door, and Van'ya accompanied by Ara'lani poke their heads in.

"We've come to babysit." the younger woman announces as you stand taking your daughter and handing her to the skywalker. "You mean kidnap for the night."

you tease shooting the Admiral a thankful look to which she nods and throws condoms at you. "No more until we have word on what we will be doing with Thrawn."

the duo leave and Thrawn pouts having wanted to have time with his first child.

"You'll get to see more of her," Eli responds as you settle back down, on Thrawn's lap this time. He sighs his hands on your waist as Eli kisses his neck.

"Then will you two indulge me and let me have another?" he asks kissing Eli between the younger man's own kisses.

"Once mine is born." Eli purrs. "she was soo good while we were parted. so attentive to me and our daughter."

Thrawn pulls away studying you. "Already with another," he murmurs the small smile he always wears is now a full one. "I look forward to sharing this journey and any more with you." he kisses you now, opening your mouth with his tongue as he swiftly rids you of your clothes before undressing Eli, and before he can stop either of you, both of you and Eli pounce expressing your joy at having him returned to you.

Eli takes Thrawn's cock into his mouth while you trace over the ink in the man's skin, especially the ones that you had done over the years. Thrawn had held true to his word, that he would be your canvas. He eyes the now almost sleeve on Eli's forearm with the chimera tattoo as the main piece of the sleeve.

"beautiful both of you." he lets you both worship him and doesn't complain when Eli pushes into his ass allowing you to seat yourself on his needy length. tonight he is loud, letting you both know that he is just as happy letting you worship him, content to gently thrust into you in tune with Eli's thrusts.

But knowing that he is here with you and Eli is enough, more than enough as you lose yourself to the lust the boys always leave you in.

And now nearly two years later after rescuing him and as you hold your third child it couldn't be more true.

Thrawn had found a home on Rentar and made it clear that this was your home, he became an art dealer and consultant for military operations. You and Eli followed him.

You followed your true passion, art, and Thrawn was your biggest fan and sold your work. Eli is the definition of a house husband, happily caring for you and Thrawn who married the both of you as sooon as he could.

This one is a son, and Thrawns by the look of the blue skin. Your first son and Thrawn declare that he will be called 'Mitth'ras'safis' there is no room for arguments.

and from the reaction of Ara'lani and a couple of close friends, this name must be of someone sentimental to your blue husband.

"Who was he?" you ask when it's just him and you later that day. "My brother." You don't pry knowing he will divulge if he is willing. But the way he holds your son says everything. he thought the world of him just as he does you and Eli, and your steadily growing family.

and you couldn't be happier.

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[twilekchiss]

Hey Thrawn & Chiss Fans!

Do you read, write, or enjoy Thrawn/Chiss fanfic of the canon character x oc or reader variety?

I've started a small 18+ Discord server for those of us that do. It's fairly new, but we've got a couple active users. If you're interested in it, send me a DM and I'll send you the invite.

[masterjedilenawrites]

WIP Wednesday - 8/23/23

A snippet from my old "Blueberries & Cowboys" fic that I'll write one new sentence for every 6 months:

You let your cheek rest against the window pane as you watched dark figures moving about in the courtyard beyond, illuminated only by the streaks of vehicles across the Coruscanti sky above. Most were traveling in pairs, making their way back to somebody's room after the dance. You suspected the dorm attendants and other chaperoning officers were conveniently looking the other way tonight. There were usually strict rules about sleeping in others' beds at the Academy, but every so often was an unspoken agreement that the students needed a night of freedom. You wondered, not for the first time in the past hour, whether Eli would be taking advantage of the lax rules tonight or not.

[gothy-froggy]

How come my two favorite boys aren't getting anything?

I need more Eli Vanto & Tarhos Kovács fan fics

Like right now 😭

[querldyke]

Where is Eli? Is he safe? Is he alright?

[enaelyork]

All my Tarkin's Legacy serie [Thrawn, Krennic, Hux romances]

I write all my Tarkin's serie in french, hope i can't translate all of it as soon has possible =)

This is a first person writing / Star Wars Romance / Imperial-First Order obession post.

#1 Bleu - Eleanore Tarkin x Grand Admiral Thrawn

Nothing escapes Eleanore Tarkin.

Because she was born to survive, the illegitimate child of the Grand-Moff has carved out a place for herself within ISB.

Playing multiple covers to root out the best kept secrets.

But that was before her friend Solveig disappeared.

Before the announcement of her marriage to Admiral Spencer, the one who must guarantee her the nobility of her rank.

Before Grand Admiral Thrawn, freshly promoted, takes an interest in the same business as her, seeking by all means to embark her on his ship.

He is claimed to be unbeatable, but he still has a war to win. The one he leads against this indomitable agent of the ISB.

She's the one Thrawn needs for a high-flying mission and he's going to have to use all his wits to convince her.

Because no one is capable of subduing a Tarkin.

Or so she thought.

Read it 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

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#2 Nébuleuse - Victoria Tarkin x Director Orson Krennic

Shadow is what Victoria Tarkin has always preferred.

It's for this reason that she has been lurking there since birth.

In the shadow of her sisters.

In the shadow of his imperious father, at the height of his power within the galactic empire.

It is thanks to this darkness that surrounds her that she managed to escape. Escape from this world far from what corresponds to her and live her passion in secrecy.

Until her father discovers it and involves her in a heinous blackmail.

It's easy for a Tarkin to pretend and spy, all the easier when the target is the most despised man in the family.

But sometimes even the best mechanics get bogged down and nothing can stop the chaos they create.

Read it 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

#3 If we had a Soul - Enael Spencer x General Armitage Hux

Blood is a difficult inheritance. Enael knows this all too well. Even if she does not bear the name, the blood of the Tarkins runs through her veins and not a day goes by that she is not reminded of it.

She is one of the heirs thanks to whom the Empire survives. The one they are about to rebuild.

It is undoubtedly for this reason that she attains the title of admiral. A rank that does not suit her. In any case, this is what the ruthless General Hux thinks, determined to make his new recruit fight it out.

But don't they have more in common than they think?

Read it

[vibratingskull]

The sexual tension between me and deleting my Eli Vanto fics 😏😏😏

[septima-severa]

When Thrawn sends the reader to the Ascendancy...

... And nobody believes you could carry a hybrid child.

“You wanted to see me, Supreme Admiral?” The door closed behind his back, and Eli Vanto was now alone in Ar’alani’s office. He trained his eyes on her, purposefully ignoring the wall behind her adorned with mementos from her long career. There, in the lower corner, was an old photograph of her and Thrawn, presumably from their graduation at the Taharim Academy, and it pained him to see it every time he walked in – even after all those years. But was that a bitterness towards the man he was feeling now?

“She didn’t lie,” the Admiral started, still contemplating her CMO’s report on the alien, her chin resting on top of interlocked fingers. “But who is she?”

He sighed heavily, shifting his gaze to the floor momentarily. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask her, ma’am. I met her only once before,” he tried evasive tactics – as evasive as he dared in the presence of this remarkable Chiss. There was no way Eli Vanto would admit he had met her in an interrogation chamber, being a supervisor for the torture of a prisoner.

“Yet you visited her in the med bay earlier, Ivant. And left a book there for her, I was told.”

He gulped.

She tried once more, too tired to maintain her commanding voice. “Admiral Mak’ro’s team has conducted a preliminary examination on her ship. There was a laboratory equipment on board. Is she some kind of a science officer?”

“As far as I know, she’s a civilian. Zoologist. I thought –”

“That the Essays on Creatures Mythical, Extinct and Endangered would interest her. I see,” Ar’alani finished for him. “I’m not going to ask how you procured this book in the middle of Chaos.” She observed his facial heat increase subtly. “But next time, I would suggest something more suitable for a beginner level in Cheunh.”

This time, his heat signal in infrared lit up considerably upon a particular memory how his shipmates had gifted him with a children’s book once. He didn’t think his proficiency in a new language had been so bad to prompt such prank back then, yet he had been keeping the battered copy in his quarters ever since.

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Strangely enough, I was thinking about Hornblower when I wrote this bit. When he was a prisoner of war in Spain, Horatio Hornblower was given a book, Don Quixote, and a dictionary to learn Spanish. I hadn't elaborated whether Thrawn had taught the reader also writing of Cheunh, I had only mentioned their late night conversations to practice his native language. As the reader is Force-sensitive, she might be proficient enough and understand the spoken words, but I don't think the Force works also for the texts... And as the reader is now stuck with Admiral Ar'alani, it seemed fitting that Eli Vanto would give her something. Although, the Essays on Creatures Mythical, Extinct and Endangered might be a bit... advanced. And no dictionary to go by.

Maybe Vanto will be her dictionary? I don't know, man, seems kinda... fitting.

Oh my, I want to watch the series again...

[danger-xylophones]

Could we have some more Eli Vanto x reader?

Of course. I miss my bi-con space cowboy

I'm really feeling domestic today-

Warnings: pet names (babe, darlin, doll, sweetheart)

"Hey, babe?" Eli called into the quiet flat, in one hand - his datapad, in the other, a pair of uniform slacks in desperate need of pressing. He waited a moment but there was no answer. "Babe?" He called again, his gaze lifting from his datapad. "Darlin'?" Why weren't you answering him? Eli knew you were here, it was your day off and his last day of leave and you'd both discussed having a lazy day in.

Now that was odd - you always responded to 'darlin'. It was almost like you had some supernatural affinity for the word. Eli remembered one time he lost track of you during a busy ascension week ball. One minute, you'd been arm and arm - the next you'd vanished. He'd seen you out of the corner of his eye, looking obviously lost and heading in the opposite direction of him and instinct took over, making him call his 'darlin' across the ballroom. And your attention had snapped right to him, relief evident on your face.

Furrowing his brow, Eli balled his wrinkled slacks under his arm and tossed his datapad on a handy shelf before heading down the long hallway that would bring him to bedroom where he remembered seeing you last.

The door to the bedroom was closed but from beyond it Eli could hear noise. Maybe you'd gotten distracted watching a movie while you worked on the laundry? That might explain you ignoring him.

Eli rapt on the door, a warning to you, just in case maybe you'd suddenly been hit with a need for solitude. "Hey, babe? You doin' alright?" He asked through the offending barrier. Again, no reply. "I'm coming in, sweetheart."

The sight that greeted Eli on the other side of the door was a shock, but a funny one. It was clear from the split groups of clothing on the bed - one sided folded, the other still a mess of tangled garments - that you were still busy with folding the laundry. And the sight of you wiggling around in time with the music escaping the headphones on your head explained both why you were still busy and why you hadn't responded to Eli.

Eli could feel himself smiling and a small laugh escaped him in a huff. Your hips sashayed a bit wildly from side to side in time with the faint tempo Eli could pick up from your headphones. And occasionally, you'd move your feet in an inelegant pattern that evidently took the place of more refined footwork. To be frank, you looked a bit ridiculous dancing to music only you could hear and occasionally twirling a shirt or pair of pants around. But, Eli found himself too endeared by the sight to ever think of holding this over your head.

But that didn't mean he couldn't get a good laugh out of it in the moment.

Vanto waited for you to still for a moment - watching as you finished folding one of his sleep shirts and set it down on a previously determined section of the bed - before he made his move. Stalking forward as stealthily as he could, Eli approached and readied his hands.

His sights were locked on your waist.

There was a moment where you straightened up, having retrieved another garment to start to fold and Eli thought you might catch his shadow. But you made no indication of noticing you were no longer alone in the room.

He pounced.

Diving forward, Eli seized you by the waist and pulled you back against his chest, hard. You flailed, a high shriek escaping you as you flung the recently retrieved shirt into some far corner of the room and you attempted to instinctively wriggle out of his grasp. But Eli wasn't keen to let you go. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist and backed away from the bed, removing the one thing you could use to boost away from him.

"Eli!" You yelled, ineffectively slapping at his arms, "Let me go!" You tossed your head back a bit, dislodging your headphones.

Vanto laughed and squeezed you closer. "No, you've been ignoring me."

"I was doing the laundry, you ass." Though your tone was reprimanding, your giggles made it clear you weren't angry with him. Your hands were locked around his forearms in a vain attempt to pry his arms off of you.

"I've been calling for you and you weren't answering." Eli bemoaned, ducking his head to nuzzle his nose into your neck lightly enough to tickle you. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead, doll."

"You're a liar, Vanto, you just wanted to bother me." You hissed, holding his head to you as you started to calm down. But Eli could still feel your pulse racing beneath his lips.

"Either way, darlin', I got what I wanted." He hummed, running his lips over the silky skin of your neck.

"My attention?"

He hummed in reply.

"Well, you've got it now. What did you actually want?" You ran your fingers through his hair as your other hand settled atop his arms still about your waist.

"I was wondering if you had everything that needs ironing separated out yet?" Pressing a small kiss against your neck, Eli raised his head and loosened his grip enough for you to spin in his hold.

"Almost, I can't find your slacks. Did you leave them-" Raising a hand, Eli cut you off and retreated a few steps to pick up the very slacks he'd dropped before going after you.

"They're right here, darlin'." He hummed, holding them out to you, "I think you dropped them when you emptied the dryer."

"Ah," you hummed back, collecting them and folding them over your arm as you reached out to pluck his uniform shirt off the bed. "Here you go then," Handing the two garments to the young man, you turned back to the bed to gather up another pile of clothes to pass onto him. "Do you need any help?" You asked with a tilt of your head that Eli found unfairly cute.

"No, I got it, darlin'." He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "Go back to your dancin'."

Scoffing, you playfully slapped his chest.

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How it ended:Epilogue. ThrantoxF!reader

Kinktober contribution.

Warnings: The completion to the thranto x reader series with some serious smut. There should be nothing said. Bandage guy on girl. Threesome anal oral teasing.

As always read at your own risk and enjoy.

It had been adventurous when you blue husband returned to the Ascendancy. And even more so when he declared he was going to marry you and Eli.

When conflict ended and everything was said and done, the three of you had settled down on a back water world in a decent house to raise a family.

Eli still worked for the CDF on his Skywalker data analysis while playing the homemaker to you and Thrawn, who were the breadwinners. Thrawn to still did the odd commission but was becoming a renowned art dealer, with your art being his main product.

Your family was big. Biologically you had 9 children on top of a handful of Skywalker who wanted to stay with Eli. Un'nee being one.

It was your anniversary, and Thrawn had booked a sex dungeon resort. Yes. A sex dungeon. An exotic resort with the purpose of being a place for couples to explore kinks.

It's been glorious, no kids, having left a begrudging Ar'alani and company to babysit, which meant the sex wasn't hurried.

Currently, Thrawn had tied you to a chair and was heartedly kissing your cowboy. Eli looked glorious his tan skin flushed, gorgeous dick standing at attention with a cockring at his base.

You whimpered at the sight straining wanting in on the action, only to jolt and whine into the gag as Thrawn pressed the remote springing to life the vibrator in your dripping cunt.

The blue bastard smirked at you, pulling away from Eli, who whimpered as he allowed Thrawn to gently pushing the younger man to his knees.

Eli eagerly engulfed the beautiful blue cock in his mouth which also had a cockring at its base. As the warmth of your cowboy's mouth took in your blueberry's cock the vibrator in your cunt stopped.

You whine only to whimper loudly as Thrawn reaches over, retrieving the device with gorgeous dexterous fingers and he lefts the vibrator to his lips. Tasting you.

"Mm. Exquisite as always" He pulls Eli off him who gasps and happily sucks the vibrator when it is offered. He moans as he tastes you and Thrawn looks very delighted watching him.

Eli's hands are tied behind his back but he looks happy to let Thrawn lead this room, one he had requested and wanted it to be the last room of the weekend.

Thrawn presses a kiss to Elis forehead before guiding him to kneel on the bed across from the table you're on.

"Keep it there." Thrawn instructs pressing the vibrator between Elis lips once more as glowing eyes turn to you roving your form.

Like a predator, Thrawn walks towards you, stroking his beautiful length as his eyes ravage your naked restrained form. He reaches out and runs cool blue fingers up your belly, stroking the stretchmarks left from 9 children. All beautiful like their fathers. But Eli claims that he sees you in all of them. Thrawn does to, and is mostly the reason you have that many. The man just loves you being pregnant and the knowledge that he and Eli did that arouses him.

He leans down, kissing you sloppily, not caring for grace, wanting you to taste yourself and Eli on his lips.

Eli moans as he watches you both eyes darkened with lust and desire for the two people he adores most.

The hand not holding the controller for the vibrator reaches down, and expert fingers slide through your folds and circle your clit barely pushing in.

You whimper, hips pushing up to meet those glorious fingers. Thrawn growls in warning delivering a quick slap to your pussy. It stings and burns pleasantly.

You moan loudly now that you are free from you gag and Thrawn smiles pleased. He deftly undoes the binds holding you to the table. "Be a good girl and remove my cockring."

You do as instructed watching as he exhales heavily before strong blue arms lift you up bringing your legs to rest around his hips as he lines up with your pussy before dropping you with practiced ease.

Your back arches as you hiss with pleasure. Thrawn moves still standing, giving Eli a good view of the show about to begin.

Slowly. Agonizingly slowly Thrawn begins to bounce you on his cocktail as you choke back sobs of pleasure clinging to his shoulders.

Eli settles back watching, sucking the toy still between his lips as Thrawn increases the speed with which he is fucking into you, roughly bouncing you on his glorious blue cock.

Suddenly, you're slammed onto the bed beside your human husband, your back arching as you gasp and whimper, insuprise from this show of surprising strength.

Thrawn takes a moment, wrapping an arm under your hips to tilt them at an angle, letting him hit that spot that has you keening.

You openly whimper and wreath in the Chiss' grasp as Eli watches hips jolting as he watches his husband and wife fuck like lothcats beside him.

Reaching out a hand to touch Eli the man shudders when he feels your hand on his need seemingly forgotten length. Eli thrusts into you hand with abandon moaning around the vibrator as he chases relief.

Thrawn drops the remote beside you, his hand joining yours on Eli's dick.

You feel it it as a sudden crescendo stiffening and shaking as you orgasm around Thrawns cock. The man stiffens as this pulls his from him spilling inside you. He gives you a quick kiss remaining inside and leans over, undoing the cockring on Eli's dick. He dips down and takes the dick of his husband into his mouth sucking noisily teasing the younger man's balls.

Eli throws his head back moans as he finally gets the relief of Cumming. Thrawn collects all the spill before returning to your lips and delivers Eli's salty goodness silently, ordering you to swallow it. You do so eagerly before finally relaxing from orgasmic bliss as both men move to snuggle beside you, holding each other tight.

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"Thank you, my loves," You whisper, drifting in the haze of sleepiness that comes from rough play.

Eli smiles, kissing your temple, and Thrawn kisses your hairline, placing a large blue hand on your belly. "And we you." He replies in that gorgeous voice tired.

You smile. Yes the three of you were no longer young, but times like these are truly worth cherishing.

A couple of months later and from the ensure you share with your husband's, "FOR MAKERS SAKE THRAWN!!!"

Eli doesn't even need to ask and gives the Chiss who looks far to pleased with himself a look. "You are in for it."

A/N: thank you for reading. I hope you all liked this. I have some more Chiss content as well as some other stuff planned for kinktober plz enjoy and keep an eye out. Happy Kinktober