#Thrawn x reader

[99tech99]

Ello! Been following for a while and was hoping to request a Thrawn x AFAB reader for prompt #2 in your 100 follower event?

hi anon!! so happy to hear you have been able to put up with my feral shitposts for “a while!”

ooof this was a challenge to keep to 100 words because it is a long prompt, thrawn is verbose, and i feel like would be easy to veer off character for him.

however, i feel it is also very IN character for him to take colloquialisms literally and to be direct.

(also i am using this gif for no reason other than his delts and biceps and slutty waist in a tank top was the moment i finally gave in to the fact that i was attracted to a blue skinned red eyed animated alien. oops.)

You had misspoken about a sculpture, and now Thrawn was teasing you. “Fuck you!” you laughed.

“Tell me when and where,” he responded instantly.

“Wh-what?” you stammered.

Smiling slyly, Thrawn took a step toward you. “I see the way you look at me. Your core body temperature rises whenever we are in close proximity. I know you desire me…” He paused. “As I do you.”

“Now, I asked you,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, “when you want me to fuck you.”

You pulled back to gaze determinedly into his glowing eyes. “Now?” you offered breathlessly.

“Mmm, good girl.”

[vibratingskull]

👀 I come to ask for a request sorry for my bad English

Yandere thrawn x F reader ( breeding kink, yandere )

Thrawn starts to become obsessed with the reader who is one of vader's multiple apprentices , at first he sends her on dangerous missions that he knows she will survive but it gets to the point that some missions are just delivering paperwork / making copies , He begins to convince the reader that this world is not safe by seducing her so they start dating..

The reader didn't realize Thrawn's intentions,until decades later and being married to thrawn , with several children ( and one more on the way ) discovering that thrawn sent false paperwork , making the empire believe that she died in the first mission

Ooookay, I needed to tweak the hell out of this one, but the core of the idea is still here! Hope you like it!

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Yandere behavior (duh), force wielding reader, pregnancy, oral (f receiving), deception

“What is this, Grand Admiral?” You ask with a frown. 

Grand Admiral Thrawn looks at you sternly, a bracelet in his hand, while you cross your arms on your chest. 

“A Chiss jewelry.” He simply says, “For you.” 

You raise an insolent eyebrow at the blue man. 

Since Vader put you under the Chiss authority as a personal warrior, the alien has been acting weird toward you. Or maybe he was not acting weird by Chiss standards, maybe to him it was perfectly normal and reasonable behavior towards a personal warrior. 

Or a woman... 

“Very cute. I will pass.” You respond sternly. 

Who does he think you are exactly? A cutsy doll to dress up as he wants? 

“I must insist.” He says, “This is an honorary chain worn by all warriors of my region. I would like for you to wear it too.” 

You look him dead in his red glowing eyes before the words of lord Vader resonate in your head ‘Monitor him day and night, report to me all his words and movements, win his trust by all means necessary.’. 

You sigh, rolling your eyes. 

“That would be an honor, Grand Admiral Thrawn...” You manage to hiss between gritted teeth. 

“Wonderful.” He extends his hand for you to give yours. 

You tsk and give it. 

“The rock comes from one of our core worlds and represents Courage and Victory. We gave it to worthy warriors accomplishing incredible feats... Just like your last mission.” He comments, locking the chain around your wrist. 

“It is my job. I do not need your praises.” You retort, taking back your hand. 

“My praises maybe, but you deserve to know my gratitude, especially when you conducted that last mission with such finesse, I gained three months on my planned agenda.” 

“Very glad. Are we done?” 

“The rock is known to protect the warrior’s life; you must not take it off for any reason.” He lets you know almost dismissively. 

“That’s extreme for a simple peeble...” 

“It gives the best results this way.” 

You refrain from a growl. 

‘Earn his trust...’ 

“All right...” 

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You open your eyes in a gasp, panting. 

By reflex, you bring your hand to your throat, eyes fixed to the ceiling. 

Your head is still firmly attached to your neck... Thanks the Maker! 

You squint, sunrays pouring into the bedroom and your eyes. You yawn and grumble before turning to the other side, hugging your pregnancy pillow tightly for your heavy tummy to rest comfortably. Your peace is very short-lived when a colony of kids barges into the room, shouting and laughing all around you, climbing on your bed to snuggle against you, or claim you all together. 

“All right, all right, all right, little monsters.” You tiredly chuckle, hiding your anxiety and trying to calm them, “I’m awake, I’m awake.” 

“Mum!” They call and shout and laugh. 

You rise into a sitting position, resting on your pillows with a tired sigh. 

“Did you all eat?” You ask, caressing your youngest’s hair gently while they look at you with eyes pouring love. 

All little blue-skinned and red-eyed Chiss surrounding you. 

“Yes! Daddy and Thurapui cooked! We missed you!” one of your youngest cries. 

“I was simply sleeping, sweety.” You comfort him, kissing the top of his head. “I hope you were nice to Daddy and Thurapui.” 

They all press themself to you, holding your arms and hugging you, trying to all kiss your cheeks to say good morning. 

You are being pulled in all directions by your little monsters. 

“All right, everyone, easy.” A deep and musical voice orders from the doorway, “Mom is tired and pregnant, be really careful around her.” Thrawn intimates, holding your last one in his arms tenderly, looking at the scene lovingly, 

All his heirs surrounding you, growing more and more numerous each year. He absolutely loves it. 

“It is time for a class.” He announces. 

 Thurapui and Thrin, your two oldest, appear right behind him to bring order to the colony of siblings demanding your attention. The tribe grumbles and grouses, but follow their big sister and brother nonetheless, under the attentive gaze of your ch’acah. 

He tenderly kisses your baby and hands it to Thrin. 

“I’ll come down in a minute. I need to tend to your mother first. I count on you both.” 

She nods and waves at you with a smile before heading away with Thurapui and all the young. You wave and smile back before making your blocked spine pop satisfyingly. 

“How are you feeling, Ch’acah?” Thrawn asks, entering the large bedroom, eyes darting at you. 

“Fat and sore, my spine is in ruins, and they kick me all day and all night!” You yawn behind your hand before smiling at your husband.  

“I am sorry to hear that, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Yet you hold on with true grace, and I am very grateful to you for still giving me so many children.” 

“I only do it because it is you.” You painfully chuckle in a kick to the stomach. 

“The honor is so much more grand for that, and I am humbled before your abnegation.” He whispers, leaning forward over the bed to tenderly kiss you. 

You evade. 

“I did not brush my teeth.” You warn. 

But Thrawn cups your cheek and turns your head toward him to capture your lips languorously. It’s deep and messy, and you cannot help but moan at such a daring kiss so early in the morning. He only releases you when you are panting for air, eyes in a daze after such a sensual greeting. 

He boops your nose with a tight grin. 

“Come on, Visahot. Let’s get you changed.” 

You spin to dangle your legs over the side of the bed while Thrawn fetches your pregnant clothes to help you dress up. 

“Hands up.” He pulls on your pajama top, revealing your sore breast. 

You make your spine and neck pop again as he tenderly caresses your clavicle, slowly going down to brush the outline of your breast like a feather. 

“Are they painful?” He asks, pouring his eyes into yours. 

You sigh. 

“Yes... Thuimi bites hard when she suckles.” 

“I am terribly sorry to hear it. I will apply some cream.” 

He spins on his ankle and opens his nightstand drawer to take some soothing cream. He applies a knob of it on the pads of his fingers and gently start to massage your nipples. You let out a moan of relief at the fresh sensation on your bruised flesh, you cannot help but slouch as you relax, making your husband chuckle. 

“You should have told me sooner that you were in pain, Ch’acah. I am here to help you with all matters.” He enjoins, twirling his thumbs to apply the cream. 

“I know... I’m just used to it by now... It’s our 9th baby after all.” 

“This is no excuse, I shall not tolerate you being in discomfort while pregnant with our heir. Next time, I want you to come to me immediately.” 

This is an order, but the tone is soft and the voice is soothing, like the cream. 

“All right, all right.” You concede. 

“Let’s finish dressing you.” 

Thrawn helps you put on a flowy dress, a garment that was forbidden to you for years back when... You shake your head. 

“When are you returning to the Chimaera?” You ask with a sigh. 

Thrawn raises his gaze to you, kneeling on the ground to help you put on your shoes, before lowering it down again. 

“Soon.” He admits, “My leaves are short and sparse, as you know.” 

“Will you be here for the birth this time?” You cannot help but ask. 

Thrawn instantly rises up and cups your two cheeks. 

“Ch’acah, I will do everything in my power to be here to support you in this moment.” He promises. 

Thrawn is a busy man, always away on his ISD, while you remain hidden here on this small planet to take care of your children. 

You know... You know that without him, you would be dead at this instant, that your fragile happiness is only possible thanks to him and all his efforts to keep you hidden to protect your family. 

Nobody knows of your marriage, and he missed several milestones of your children or even some of the births, but he always makes sure to have some privileged moments with his children when he arrives on the planet for his short leaves. 

The goodbyes are always tearful when he has to leave again, your children hugging him tightly, trying to hold him down for a little longer. And when he is in space, he demands daily news about your heirs, how they are doing in school, if they are healthy, and have friends for the youngest. 

His favorite activity when he comes back is painting. Everyone sits down with flimsy sheets and brushes and paints what they want, letting him decipher the canvas with his extraordinary talents. This is his favorite method to keep up with his children, and maybe the most efficient. 

“I see you still have your bracelet.” His deep voice rises to your ears, calling you back to reality. 

Your gaze falls on your wrist, where the precious jewelry Thrawn offered you shines delicately. For all long have you been wearing it again...? 

A decade, easily. 

He offered it to you early after you joined his ISD back when...  

You sigh. 

“Are you all right?” He asks gently, brushing your cheek. 

“Yes...” 

“You cannot lie to me, Ch’acah.” 

“It’s just... I keep remembering my former life, back when I served the Empire like a true warrior.” 

“You are a Warrior. No matter if you wield the Force or not.” 

“I only give birth to children now... Not very warrior-like...” 

“Do you know how many cultures equal the act of giving birth to the act of fighting a war, Ch’acah? Do you know how many people honor their dead mothers like high-ranking warriors?” 

“A lot, I suppose, since you hint at it.” 

“Innumerable. Dying in childbirth is seen as nobler than dying on a battlefield... What you do for our family will forever be more valuable than any of my accomplishments as a soldier.” 

You cannot help but sniggering at this one. 

“Do you even believe what you are saying right now?” 

“I believe in it harder and harder with each new baby. Killing is simple; war is the easiest solution. Raising a decent person is a never-ending, arduous journey. You had to abandon the battlefield to give children to the Chiss, to give us heirs and happiness. Are you not happier and more fulfilled now than when you had to fight every day of your life under Vader’s tutelage?” 

You cannot refrain from a shiver running down your spine at the mention of your former master. 

You remember the punches, the hunger, the threats, the hate, the ire... Your soul getting consumed by anger and pain day by day... Slowly pushing you closer to the verge of death each day. 

“Yes...” 

He tenderly smiles at you. 

“You should be proud of yourself, Ch’acah. You gave me so much happiness and hope; you are my lifeline in this Empire.” 

You nod, gulping. 

“I see...” 

Thrawn grabs your hand to press it to his heart, kissing your forehead gently. 

“Come eat, Ch’acah. Then we will spend some time with our prides and joys.” 

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You twirl and kick your feet into your enemy’s face, sending him flying 10 meters away. 

Immediately, a second one jumps on your back, trying to immobilize you. You hit their ribcage with your elbow and make them roll over your shoulder to slam them into the ground. You press your foot down their throat to keep them in place, and you raise your lightsaber high to cut their head off cleanly. 

You gasp as it flies off your hand, disarming you, and you realize the Jedi is back, using the Force on you. You grit your teeth and try to project yourself into the force, to bathe in the dark side. 

Again... No response, no sparks, no link. 

You lost all connections to the Force. 

“You are done for, Sith!” The Jedi proclaims. 

You snarl. 

“I can end you without the force or saber, punny Jedi.” You raise your fists in combat position, eyes darting to that man, bleeding to the ground already. 

You are about to jump on him when you let out a scream of pain, falling to your knees. The Jedi under your boot just stabbed your knee with a crude dagger, piercing your bone and sticking out. You try to kick their face, too, but they jump back into position and punch your face hard. You spit blood onto the ground, and when you raise your head back, the Jedi is upon you, his saber raised high over your neck, eyes decided and focused. 

You snarl at him, blood dripping down your chin... 

And he brings his saber down on you. 

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You scrub the plate with the sponge, looking intermittently at the window over the sink. You smile, looking at the tribe of children you see running around after the ball and playing together in the garden of the cottage.  

Blue skin and red eyes like their father, the paternity was never in doubt! 

Thrawn is outside like a coach, monitoring the two small teams of kids, kicking the ball back in the game from time to time. 

You sigh with a smile, focusing on your task at hand with your kids’ laughter as background noise. 

To think that all of this was almost not... That your happy family was this close to never existing... It frightens you how capricious the Force can be. 

If Thrawn did not appear to shoot down those two Jedi after you lost your link to the Force, you would be dead right now and none of your beautiful children would be alive today... 

You would have never felt the weight of a baby on your breast, crying as they took their first breath... 

Terrifying. 

You put the plate on the rack to dry and observes a glass in the sink. 

You look at it intently... Pushing on your eyes. 

You extend his hand over it and focus hard, trying to feel the jolts of the Force through your nerves and tip of your fingers... 

To no avail. 

No electricity crosses your veins, and the glass remains still in the sink. 

You sigh and grab it to start scrubbing energetically, when a large blue hand just takes it off you out of nowhere and turns the water off. 

“Woman, my wife is not meant for the dishes, even less when pregnant.” Thrawn lets you know with a frown. 

You look up through the window to see that your children are all sitting around the garden table, eating some ice cream under the tree’s shadow. 

“I’m just bored...” You let him know as he makes you twirl toward him. 

“I will take you shopping, just the two of us. Then we will make a family dinner with all the kids, and then have a movie night. Or I can massage you and read you a book. Whatever you might wish, but you leave the dishes, the cleaning, or even the laundry to the droids.” He orders, wiping your hands dry. 

The only chore Thrawn accepts you to do is cooking, and yet a maximum of the older kids must be here to help if he himself cannot. He is not a good cook by any means, but he is a good listener and a good student. With clear instructions, he can cook an all-right meal. You were no better at first, but since Thrawn took you there, and before your eldest was born, you had time to try and experiment.. 

At first, you hated this... You were a Sith, a powerful warrior; you were not meant for cooking! But once you knew the neighboring towns around the cottage like the back of your hand, read all the holobooks to death, listened to all the records available, and killed all your brain cells with pop TV, cooking did look like an entertaining hobby... 

And after that, you refused to let your babies eat any of these overprocessed baby food sold in supermarkets, so you started to make baby food and compotes, then you tried marmalades. And before you knew it, you reached your current level in cooking. 

Thrawn, bless his heart, tried his best but never got better. To present you with his excuses for his inability to help, he regularly prowled the new droid lines to get you the newest, most technologically advanced robotic help to ease your life. 

You have not touched a mop in a decade! 

And also Thrawn loves tinkering with the droids’ code and mechanics! 

“Why are you pouting, Ch’acah? Is it not a wonderful day?” He grabs your chin delicately to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. 

“I don’t know... I am moody and tired, always feel so sluggish lately...” You admit, feeling disappointed in yourself. 

You must remain hidden, but in contrast, you have such an easy life now... And yet you feel so unsatisfied and lazy. 

“I see.” Thrawn smirks, tilting your head to lick your cheek with the very tip of his tongue and a chuckle, “You want a little bit of spice. I looked over you as the mother of our children, but it appears I neglected you as a woman. I can correct that.” 

Before you can say a thing, he leans forward to pull the blinds, blocking your children’s sight into the house, and lifts you up easily despite your very pregnant body. You cannot help but yelp in surprise at his sudden actions, before he sits you down on the isle of the kitchen.  

“Thrawn!” You protest. 

You do not have time to add another thing, Thrawn captures your lips languorously, your hair in his fist as he devours your mouth sensually, divorcing your legs to slide between them. 

You try to speak, but his tongue dances with yours, hugging it tight as it twirls in your mouth. He lets a familiar growl rise out of his deep chest and thick throat with delight, giving free rein to his Chiss instincts. He kisses your lips loudly one last time, and kisses his way south on your body, your chin, your neck, your clavicle, your sternum, your swollen stomach... 

He hugs you tight, purring loudly as he presses his cheek to your pregnant tummy, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. 

“Thrawn.” You try again, pouting. 

“Yes?” He looks up at you with feverish eyes from his station. 

“The kids are right outside, be reasonable.” 

“They are occupied, and the house has thick walls. But if it bothers you so much, I can easily carry upstairs to our bedroom.” He notes, licking his teeth, “I could give you a full performance on the bed.” 

“While I am 7 months pregnant?” You choke, “You want to give the baby a concussion?” 

“No, but I want to help their mother feel really good and sexy like the breathtaking lady she is...” He soughs with a devilish grin, lowering himself to place his head between your open thighs. 

“Thrawn...” 

“Unless you have a real argument to oppose, I will honor you like a husband must honor his wife. We will see if you found any real counterpoints by now...” And he takes a big lap of your inner thighs with the flat of his tongue, wetting the flesh with his saliva. 

It immediately sends a shiver down your spine, and your thigh muscles jolt in his palms. Thrawn chuckles and tenderly kisses your inner thighs reverently. 

One peck here, a nibble there, a big kiss right above here... 

Slowly but surely, he approaches your clothed crotch that slowly awakens at his delicate teasing. 

“You are very reactive, Ch’acah. I love that... This is when I have the most fun!” 

“B-Be quick! The children will return inside in 1 or 2 min-Ah...!” You gasp as he suddenly takes a big lick at your clothed cunt. 

Your thighs tremble, and you hold on to the edges of the isle for stability as he laps a second time. 

“Do not lecture me on how I should take care of you.” He tuts, “I will take as much time as I judge necessary. The children are busy, I asked Thrin and Thurapui to hold a reading session before we return to them.” 

He kisses your cunt loudly and hooks your panties to pull them to the side, revealing your pussy to his glowing, hungry eyes. 

“Ah... The object of all my desires...” He notes satisfied, tracing your slit up with the pad of his finger, before flicking your clit palyfully. 

“Ah!” You yelp, all your southern muscles contracting. 

“You are already so swollen and sensitive, Visahot. I neglected you, I present you with my excuses. I will correct that immediately....” He huffs an animalistic purr. 

And without any more warning, he presses his mouth to your cunt, lapping at your pussylips like a thirsty man. You wince and throw your head back as he teases you mercilessly, digging your nails into the false marble of the counter. 

He immediately digs his fingernails into the meat of your thigh, keeping you prisoner of his love while he devours you like a tasty dish. You feels his wet, flexible tongue moving up and down your cunny, lathering your pussylips with his saliva like he was marking his territory on your most private area. His tips trace your slit and the flat of his tongue messily makes love to you. 

Your untouched pussy quivers and swell under his care. It has been a while since your man touched you so intimately, and he might be even more desperate than you... 

He loves eating you out so much, and usually you cannot detach him from your pussy when you are pregnant! But he dedicated so much time to your children during his last leaves, he did not dive between your legs as often as he used to during your first pregnancies. 

And it is best in your opinion! You can take care of yourself, you prefer he spend the little time he has with your family with your children. 

“I missed your cunt so much... How can I survive without it?” He muses between laps. 

“Fo-Focus on the children...” You pant, “They always ask me when you will return next time...” 

“I can focus on my children and satisfy you at the same time.” He retorts with a tight grin. 

He brushes his nose into your pubes and deeply inhales, letting out a twisted groan of satisfaction. 

“You smell so good...” 

And he returns to his marital duties immediately, working you like a basic hoe with his tongue. You shiver and mewl as he consumes you sloppily and hungrily, like a regal predator who dives his fangs into a juicy piece of meat. You open your mouth agape, trying to breathe as he savors your flesh voraciously, holding you down in his inescapable grip. 

You gasp, hearing him lapping loudly, his purr and gulping sounds loud and dizzying. You feel your nails digging into the counter, scratching it as your pussy walls wave and dance at the stimulation. 

Thrawn licks his way up and wrap his swolling lips around your pearl and starts sucking it like he would suckle a boob. You feels his tongue’s tip twirling and circling your clit thoroughly, teasing your bud like he likes to harass his enemies.  

He glides and crosses it lovingly. 

Furiously. 

Visciously! 

He gives his all to make you cum, and it takes your all to not scream outright and alert your children outside.  

This is a tug-of-war. Thrawn loves nothing more than having you scream and mewl between his hands, for you to be greedy and take anything you want from him, his Chiss skills at your entire disposal, his body for you to use as you wish.  

He wants you to ride his face mercilessly, no matter the added weight on the baby or not... He wants you to put him in cuffs and ride his cock until you swoon of exhaustion, torturing him so, so deliciously, making him beg for his salvation... 

You jolt as he starts drumming your clit with his tongue, left and right he wipes it rhythmically, torturously, blissfully, painfully, blessedly... 

He brings you to your knees so easily, but always pretends you make him drop to the floor even faster. He begs you to chain him down and put a collar on his thick throat, to pull him around as you so desire while he pants, painfully erect... 

You oblige his fancies with a good heart, who are to judge if your powerful Chiss loves to be manhandled a little in bed? He can relax from his duties as he so chooses, and you are happy to help. 

Suffocating him between your thighs is also one of his biggest kinks, he wants to pass out against your dripping cunt, to beg for air pressed to your soft cunny... 

You cannot help from a loud mewl when he twists your clit between his lips, sucking and licking it like a strawberry lollipop! You hear him swallow down your slick happily and greedily, his lips pressed to your delicate entrance. 

You feel your cunt gaping as he works his magic, creaming all over his mouth and jaw just like he loves. You feel your slick dripping down your butt to soil the isle, but Thrawn is quick to clean you up with his diligent tongue, eager to help and please. 

You lower your gaze, full of sweat and out of breath, and you discover your fearless warrior, eyes closed, purring gently, savoring you for all your worth, tasting you like a rare and delicate treat that he loves above everything else... 

You release one of the counter edges and caress the top of his hair, combing his luscious blue-black strands, and he opens his red eyes, pouring his gaze into yours. 

You can see so much... Simple joy shining in them. 

That calm playfulness, this gentle teasing gleam... 

He is simply happy to serve you in this moment, like it brought him peace for a fleeting moment before going back to the cold, merciless, never-ending space. 

You sigh, smiling tiredly at him, and he smiles back at you with his red jewels. 

Maker, you love that man to death... 

And as warm waves, your orgasm spreads gently in your veins and nerves. Not crashing down like a tsunami, but gently growing. 

Powerful 

Inevitable 

Unstoppable. 

You shake dramatically, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream, squeezing his face between your thighs hard as your back arches dramatically. 

You feel hot and warm and fuzzy as soft fireworks explode behind your closed eyelids. 

Exhausted, you fall and slouch on the kitchen island, panting hard. 

Thrawn remains between your thighs to deeply kiss your cunt several time, making it gape and shuddering a last time as he licks you clean of your sin. 

He replaces your panties and pulls back on your dress, clothing your back modestly. 

He lets out a long, joyful sigh, looking at you from all his height, lovingly holding your waist as you fan yourself. 

“phew... I am... Exhausted...” You let out with closed eyes. 

“Glad to hear it. I will run you a bubble bath, then we can all go on a stroll together.” He muses, kissing your palm reverently. 

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The lightsaber doesn’t cut your head. 

You were watching death right in the eye, but instead, he receives a shot in the head, falling down like a ragdoll, letting go of his saber. You immediately grab it, slash the second Jedi’s throat, and turn your head and weapon towards where the shot came from. 

Through the fumes and mist and cloud of pollution, two shining red eyes are darting at you, still. 

You raise the saber in a protective manner with a pissed off snarl. 

And Grand Admiral Thrawn detaches himself from the dark clouds. 

“... Sir?” You let out, incredulous. 

“I am glad I arrived right on time.” He immediately kneels to you, his hand on your shoulder, “Can you walk?” 

“They destroyed my patella!” You hiss. 

“I will carry you.”  

He starts to snake his way around you, and before he can lift you up bridal style, you push him away. 

“No! I rather take support on your shoulder!” You snarl. 

He considers you in silence with a cold expression, and for a split second, you think he is going to berate you. 

You will punch him if he ever dared raise his voice at you! You are a Sith! Not a meager Grand Admiral Chiss! 

But instead, his stern expression relaxes into a tight grin. 

“Still as fiery as ever, I see.” 

And he lets you wrap your arm around his shoulder, sliding his hand under your armpit and lifting you both, allowing you to limp. 

Painfully, but to limp still. 

“What happened?” He asks, helping you retrieve your red saber on the ground. 

“I... Lost all connection to the Force...” You let him know, “It happened progressively, but today... I lost everything...” 

It settles in your mind as you speak. 

You... lost the Force... 

You are nothing now... 

A nobody 

Not a Sith anymore... 

The Grand Admiral considers you in a grave silence before looking in front of you. 

“You need to hide.” 

“I know...” You almost gasp in pain at each new step, “Vader... My Master will never allow me to live... I have nothing left...” 

You are not.... Sad saying that. You don’t know sadness or regret. You only know survival, and nothing is more deadly than your Master and the Emperor! 

If you want to live and reconquer your Sith Glory, you will need to hide from them both. 

“I have a hideout.” The Grand Admiral tells you, “I will leave you there. He should not be able to track you down through the Force now.” 

“I dont want your pity, Chiss.” You spit, wincing. 

“This is not pity. I just do not want one of my best element to die early when there is maybe a way to restore the balance.” 

You look at him, black, only to meet a serious, unwavering gaze. 

Absolute confidence in his fire jewels. 

You sigh, too tired to argue. 

“All right...” 

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“Mum! Mum! Mum!” One of your young screams, running around the house to find you. 

You appear with a sigh and wiping your hands with a cloth. Your spine is destroyed as your beloved baby is punching and kicking to their heart’s content. 

You will need to tell Thrawn that you won’t bear a child for a moment after this one... You need to give your body some rest. 

“Yes sweety?” 

“It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts!” She cries. 

“Where is it hurting?” You ask, kneeling to put yourself at her level. 

“Heeeeeeeere….” She sniffs. 

“Let me see.”  

She gives you her hand, where you see a prickle jabbed into her skin. 

“Don’t move sweety.” You say, “I’ll take it out.” 

She grabs your wrist where your bracelet is, piercing your skin with her nails as she whines. 

 You try to grab it several times with your long nails, feeling her digging into your flesh painfully.  

You try one time 

Two time 

Three time... 

The fourth is the right one. 

As you manage to pluck it out, she lets out a quiet yelp, contracting her muscles... 

Breaking the bracelet into pieces... 

You gasp as a torrent of energy flows into your veins and nerve endings, and, unable to retain such a sudden flux, you project yourself and your daughter away against the walls. 

She whines as her hip hits the wall, and you fall on your back with a painful Humpfh. You stay still, eyes locked on the ceiling for a split second, dumbfounded, before raising in a sitting position, fixing the bracelet. 

The bracelet... 

Offered by Thrawn 

You huff a silent breath in disbelief before the cries of your daughter call you back to the present moment. You snap out of it and crawl to her painfully to take her in your arms. 

Your eyes are irresistibly attracted to the piece of jewelry scattered on the ground. 

Strands of furr can be seen poking out the broken rock. 

Could... He has not known? 

No 

This is Thrawn 

Of course he knew 

It was planned 

From the very beginning 

All was a lie! Your life is a joke! 

“Thrin!” You shout through the house, “Thurapui!” 

Your two eldest appear, stopping dead, seeing you hugging your daughter on the ground. They rush to you. 

“Thrin, tend to her hip...” You whisper, “Thurapui, gather your siblings and wait for me in front of the house, start the engine, I’ll come down in a second.” 

“Is there a problem...?” They look at you with their Chiss eyes. 

Thrawn’s eyes. 

You let out a breath, cupping their cheeks gently. 

“No. No, there isn’t. I just want to travel a bit with my children for now, just you all and me.” 

“Without Father?” 

“Yes... Without him. Can I count on you?” 

They look at you, stunned, but in their eyes, you know. 

They understood. 

Thrin grabs your daughter and stands back up with her brother. 

“Father wanted to talk to you...” She lets you know. 

“I’ll handle your father... Go!” 

And you all scatter. 

You rush upstairs  

You grab a random bag and fill it with necessities for babies, and when you are about to rush out the door of the bedroom to grab your baby, you hit a wall of flesh. 

Blue flesh. 

You look up to see Thrawn, a strange lizard around his neck that he lazily caresses, you gulp, realizing that their fur was the one in the rock. Without a word, he raises the broken bracelet between his two fingers to hand it to you. 

His face is deadly cold, his red, gleaming eyes that usually warmed you up like fire are now cold like ice. 

No softness can be found in the man you called husband and Ch’acah just one hour prior. 

“So, I suppose the cat is out of the bag.” He simply says. 

And like muscle memory, you raise your hand, lightning pouring out of your fingertips. 

You strike to hurt 

To kill 

But you stop, realizing Thrawn stands unaffected, gently stroking the lizard, looking at you like prey. 

An impenetrable bubble surrounds you husb... That man, leaving him untouchable by the Force. By all accounts, choking him with the Force will be as unneficient. 

“Are you done?” He says, almost annoyed at your tries to escape. 

You snarl. 

“Step aside, Chiss, I am leaving!” You declare, back straight, head high. 

Thrawn raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, before sliding his hand in his back, and takes out his gun which he points at you. You remain stunned. 

Before cackling. 

“You’re bluffing, Thrawn. I know you will not do a thing to your pregnant wife.” 

“Correct.” He simply nods, “And you cannot fight while pregnant, so I suggest you calm down and we talk it out like adults.” 

You sniff, what is there to say? 

And Thrawn is wrong. Indeed, you cannot fight him with the Force or with martial arts with your heavy belly. 

But you can fight him like a true woman! 

Before he can react, you close the gap between you two... 

And slash his face with your acrylic nails. 

He grunts and stumbles backward, holding his face. Bright red river of blood start pouring off his slits, tainting his chiseled face.  

“Move out of my way!” You repeat. 

His entire temple and cheek are bloody and painful, but you don't take pity on him. You slam your foot on his, forcing him to curl over more, and you close your fist, hammering it down his bloody wound. 

He falls to the ground, inert. 

You grab the gun and aim at his head. 

You remain still like that for a second, before sighing.  

He is not worth it... 

You kick his side and step over him. 

Toward your liberty! 

You head to the stairs, hearing the engine of the ship’s family roaring. Your eyes are fixed on the door of the cottage leading to the outside. 

Your heart drums in your chest, your hand on your swollen stomach like a promise to keep all your children safe. 

Your hair is suddenly yanked backward, and Thrawn applies something to your mouth and nose, pressing his hand on your face hard. You struggle, throwing your elbow in his ribcage several times or slamming your foot on his once more, to no avail. 

He grunts in pain, but you feel his grip tightening more and more at each blow. 

And...Slowly... Darkness takes you... 

Until you lose consciousness in Thrawn’s arms... 

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You wake up, groggy and with a headache. 

You are.... In a bedroom 

A bedroom that you know very well. 

Thrawn’s bedroom on the Chimaera!   

You raise on your elbows to make sense of what you are seeing, and that black hole in your memory right now... Your daughter wanted you to pluck out a thorn from her hand and...? 

“Awake at last, Ch’acah.” Thrawn’s voice raises next to you. 

Still dizzy, you turn your head to your husband with a grumble.  

There he is, slouching in an armchair regally, his gun in hand, lying on the armrest, a large lizard on his thick shoulders. He looks at you intently, like presiding over the bridge. 

His temple and cheek are adorned with a large scar coming down to his lips. 

And like flashes, everything comes back to you. 

The thorn, the bracelet, the force, the scar, the chloroform, ... 

“You...!” You try to be angry, but you are still too weak, “Why you...?” 

You try to extend your long nails to his face to give him another scar for good measure but you realize you are chained down by the wrist... 

“Save your breath, Ch’acah.” Thrawn cuts, “You are safe, the children are fed and in bed. I will be on the bridge for a moment, then we will have dinner. Just the two of us, like at the beginning of your story. And we will have a long and thorough discussion.” He lets you know, “We will discuss our hopes going forward and our expectations for this family, and I really... Really... Hope we will meet eye to eye. Or I am afraid there will be consequences...” 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe@elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

[loge2718]

Me @ Thrawn

[wallflowers-garden]

i have a primal need for this man

[where-dreamers-go]

"Safe And Loved" Thrawn x Reader

(A/N: A combination for MerMay and Star Wars Day! A merfolk au with Thrawn underwater. Warnings: Use of (Y/N) for your name. Romance. Fluff. Word Count: 1,207 words)

Sunlight filtered down the watery depths as if illuminated the edge of the coral reef. The colorful borders of your underwater home. You kept low to your environment, watching a blue merman give out orders to the guards and scouts. An every day occurrence. Hmm. His tail is noticeably longer than the others’. You thought with fascination. It’s good then that he holds rank in the pod. Dearest Thrawn. You sighed fondly. Thrawn might had been from a deeper and distant pod, but he was a welcomed member. Some may consider him a valuable asset. Some may think him strange. You, however, thought Thrawn was a gift from the ocean. Such a brilliant and wondrous merman, you though dreamily from your perch behind some anemone. A perfect spot for a perfect view of Thrawn.

Surveying the vast ocean beyond, Thrawn hardly moved from his station. Strong and serious in his posture. A small curve of his lips gained your attention; even at a distance. It paired with his ease of motion at the tips of his dark blue tail. He knows. Fully unsurprised. Turning his head, a striking crimson gaze landed on you. You smiled. He beckoned you with a quick gesture of his fingers. You pushed yourself off of the rock and propelled yourself forward with your tail. It only took a couple of moments to reach Thrawn. Once you did, you couldn’t help but to smile upon being in his presence. “Hello,” you greeted with a small wave. “It’s lovely to see you, sir.” You did your best to sound formal, but your eagerness betrayed you. Besides, he had more practice with formalities given his rank. “I am pleased to see you well, (Y/N).” “Busy day ahead, I presume?” “So it seems. The low tide is earlier this morning.” You made a grumbling sound in your throat. A smirk appeared on his lips, but he did not comment on your reaction. Not then. Not while on duty. “I won’t be exploring far today,” you pouted playfully. “Take caution. Keep aware of your surroundings. The northwestern pods travel by the ridge this time of year with the current,” he warned. You frowned. “Already?” That particular group of merfolk were not the most positive when it came to socializing. Unpleasant on stormy days. Crimson eyes caught your gaze. Strong, passionate, and serious. “Take care today, (Y/N).” “I will,” you promised with hands aching to reach out to him. Your tail nearly touched his every few moments. Not yet, you reminded yourself. I should’ve woke up earlier. Thrawn watched you, reading every minor detail. He knew your promise would be upheld. “I hope your time guarding is uneventful.” “As do I.” He glanced away for a moment. “I’ll see you later.” You swam backwards as you spoke. Peeking left then right, no one was around to witness. Using both hands, you blew a heart of bubbles. Thrawn’s lips pulled into a full smile. Indeed, you two would see one another later in the day.

. . .

Tide rolling in to the far off shore, Thrawn’s duties as lead guard were not as uneventful as he or you had hoped. He was right, however, in advising you to be careful. For most of the afternoon consisted of tracking down and pushing a group of trouble-making merfolk out of the territory. Thankfully the group were not violent and did not show too much stubbornness. Creating a new guard post was Thrawn’s last duty for the day. A small gap in rocky ruins where he had no doubt the merfolk used to sneak into the territory. Observing the new patrol route, he was satisfied with the needed changes. Red gaze flickering towards the colorful expansion of the territory, his home, Thrawn realized one question was still left unanswered. Did (Y/N) cross paths with the intruders? With a strong flip of his fin, Thrawn started his search for you. To every favorite location of yours. He would visit the ones he knew you deemed safe. Until he found you, Thrawn would not consider resting.

. . .

“When does he have the time to find all of this stuff?” You asked yourself as you spun a stationary sphere with markings on it. With a bright smile, you swam over to another organized corner of Thrawn’s grotto of curiosities. A private, hidden-away area for all he deemed art. His thinking space. One he had granted you access to ponder over the many items. He wanted you to discover more. Lounging on a higher ledge, you let your gaze absorb the dancing figures. The metal eroding in crevices of the two figures frozen in their poses forever. A forever dance, you mused. A forever embrace. Your finger traced over the clasped hands of the tiny dancing people. Down by the entrance, Thrawn burst into the grotto. You jumped in place at his sudden appearance. His red eyes looked over the whole area rapidly and settled on you. Causing bubbles in his wake, Thrawn swarms up to you. “Thrawn.” You grinned, but your expression faded as you noticed his tense muscles. “What’s the matter?” His eyelids squinted only a fraction. Calculating. Quick and efficient. “You were in here and unaware of the trespassers.” You blinked. “I missed…all of that?” “Your curiosity and choice to be in here most likely saved you from any encounter with the trespassing vandals.” “The vandalized too?” You leaned closer to Thrawn, hands gripping the ledge of the shelf. “They may have done worse if we did not drive them back to the current where the rest of their pod travels.” Tilting you head, you asked. “Is that why you swam in here faster than a swordfish? You were searching for more of them?” “No.” Thrawn placed his hand on your cheek with a gentle touch. “That search was complete. I needed to search for my priority.” You melted into him. Hands linking behind his neck as he pulled you off of the shelf and into his embrace. Loving and safe. Thrawn was much more than a protector. He was much more than an intelligent advisor. With a hand firmly on your lower back, Thrawn kept you close as he brought his lips to yours. A familiar expression of affection only saved for private moments when the pair of you could become lost in feelings. Hands never not touching the other and tails touching with each small movement. There weren’t many coherent thoughts to be had. “Thank you.” Thrawn whispered against your lips. “Hmm?” “You were not out exploring or ignoring my warnings,” he explained. “You were safe.” You pecked the tip of his nose with your lips and smiled. “And we’re more safe because of you.” You ran a finger up and down the back of his neck. “You and your brilliant mind.” “You do not need to flatter me.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “No?” His long blue tail curled around your own. “Perhaps tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” You felt yourself grow warmer. “Tomorrow I do not have to watch or patrol. You may have me to yourself.” When he smiled, you knew he meant every word and had already planned a whole day with you, his beloved.

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🎃Kinktober MasterList🎃

Hellooo, and welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist 2024.

I know it's been a whole ass while since I posted but I really wanted to try and actually finish these this time xx

1st October 2024 - Dean Winchester + Mirrors

5th October 2024 - Peter Parker (PS5) + Sex Pollen

8th October 2024 - Arthur Morgan + Glory Hole

12th October 2024 - Loki + Orgasm Denial

15th October 2024 - Soldier Boy/William Butcher + Threesome/Squirting

19th October 2024 - Grand Admiral Thrawn + Tit Fuck

22nd October 2024 - Obi-Wan Kenobi + Age Gap

26th October 2024 - Beau Arlen + Hate Sex

29th October 2024 - Sam Winchester + Cockwarming

30th October 2024 - Tech (Bad Batch) + Sex Tape

31st October 2024 - Beau Arlen/Dean Winchester/Soldier Boy + Breeding

[my-sun-m00n-and-stars]

hottest men in star wars (in no particular order):

cad bane

darth maul

thrawn

hondo

no humans allowed over here!!

(maybe jango)

[phantomqa]

So what if he's killed people he's still my baby girl🤷🏻‍♀️

(I may have problems)

[septima-severa]

Uh... more Thrawn soft p*rn?

His hands skimmed down to your ankles, fingers encircling them before he tugged gently, pulling you down to himself as easily as if you were just another piece of bedding.

“Are those mine?” he smirked, eyeing your choice of undies. He then watched your cheeks dusting with pink of a blush creeping up your face.

Truth was, they were so comfortable with your baby bump growing slightly. And you didn’t want to lie in the bed completely naked from your waist down, either. “Y-yes?” you stammered.

“Good… You smell delicious,” Thrawn growled, inhaling your faint minty scent.

What could you say? You had showered after the midday meal, right before you had returned to bed with the datapad, as Thrawn had been busy in his office back then. The catch was, you had still not regained your sense of smell, as the sickness had robbed you of it. You frowned at the unfairness of it.

He bent over you, his eyes glowing.

First, he sniffed your neck, inhaling deeply before his attention turned lower. His warm breath tickled your skin above the collar of the sweater, and you squirmed, but he didn’t remove it. Instead, he went on an exploration. Closing your eyes, you felt him sliding down your body, his touch light through the garment’s material. He stopped briefly between your breasts where the scent of mint salve lingered, then over your belly before stopping at your crotch while his hands returned to pet your reluctantly parting thighs.

Once Thrawn was satisfied with your obedience, he trailed a finger along the seam, dragging the blunt nail up your pussy folds. It tickled, but you stayed put, even though he had to notice your thighs shaking in an effort to keep them open. He grabbed your hips.

Following the touch was his hot wet tongue. You keened at the contact.

“Good girl,” he praised you then with a low grumbling before repeating the lick, dampening the fabric.

[99tech99]

Hi 😀 Congratulations on 100 Followers!!! ✨

May I ask for a number 7 prompt with Thrawn? (🤣 I feel like I just worded that for a drive-thru, I'm so sorry!)

this popped into my head fully written when i saw thrawn and 7. the challenge was getting it down to 100 words!

your order is ready at the first window 😅

Thrawn seemed distracted today; he had nothing to say when you showed him the gallery’s newest acquisition.

“Have I upset you?”

“Quite the contrary. I was rather hoping…” You waited. A navy tinge appeared in his high cheekbones.

Suddenly it clicked.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“The application of military strategy is not necessarily universally applicable. Romance is uncharted territory for me,” he admitted.

You laughed. “Well, if you’d ever like to examine a…specific piece more closely, please ask—even if it’s not officially part of our collection. I’d be delighted to arrange a private showing over dinner.”

Thrawn beamed.

[vibratingskull]

···—–—⚜ Game of Love Part 1 ⚜—–—···

Thrawn x F!reader

You are hiding the results of your husband's last temper tantrum when your superior and friend, Grand Admiral Thrawn, invites you for dinner tonight!

Tags: Domestic violence, cheating, treachery, revenge, reader is married, smut, cunni, p in v, creampie, fluff, love declaration, regret

You sigh, patting your eye with your makeup sponge for a bit of touch-up. 

Right above you, the light of the women’s bathroom flickers several times before stabilizing. Sometimes you wonder if the Chimaera still has enough components to replace those, after 7 years, the stock must be down by now. 

You lower your gaze on your makeup. Soon, you will lack this too. You managed it for many years, but you’re almost completely out of products now. 

You wonder if he will stop when you cannot hide the results of his temper. 

Probably not. 

He will surely aim lower like your ribs and stomach... 

You sigh at yourself. You should not think like that. It is just a rough path for both of you. He isn’t mean or bad, you know deep down he isn’t. 

Who would not lash out at getting exiled to an inhospitable planet for 7 years without rescue or escape prospects?  You used to lash out too yourself, just differently. 

You used to drink until you blacked out in the evenings after one or two years, when the realization that you were stuck really settled in. Your husband, Wescon, held on to his morals and ethics; he did not succumb to the temptation and tried many, many times to help you, trying to monitor your intake or hide bottles from you. 

It took sitting down with him and Grand Admiral Thrawn for you to realize you were hurting yourself, the crew, and your children. 

The simple fact that the Grand Admiral agreed to intervene was a testimony of how deep you ended up in the hole, and you needed both men to climb out. Despite your depravity, your dear husband did not leave you or the kids and stayed by your side! 

Now, it is your husband’s turn to be in distress and your occasion to pay back! No matter what happens, your love will call him back to reason like he did for you! 

You examine your eye. It is not perfect; you cannot apply a full layer to conserve your makeup a little longer, but it gets the job done if you do not look too closely. 

You check your chrono and hurriedly close back the makeup lid. It is your turn to supervise the children’s dojo session, and you have slipped away long enough by now. You reenter the dojo, where the 15 children are training with tonfas, learning the basis of close combat. Someone proposed to teach them firearms, but Grand Admiral Thrawn firmly opposed that idea, to your relief. They are all way too young to learn to use such deadly weapons, you would faint if you saw your daughter with a rifle in her hands!  

But Grand Admiral Thrawn is a reasonable man and a wise leader, he would not permit children to manipulate rifles. 

You lay against the wall, arms crossed, observing the kids training with attention. The officer teaching them, your friend Damave, walks around the pairs, repositioning their arm on the correct stance or commenting on their speed of execution, teaching them with all the patience she holds. 

“Mum! Mum!” You hear. 

Your eyes travel the white dojo until you see your daughter, Irimea, waving at you energetically, having lost all interest in her training partner, who looks at her with their shoulders low. You smile back at her with a small wave of the hand before gesturing for her to resume the seance. 

“Their close combat level gets better and better each passing day.” A deep and melodious voice suddenly speaks next to you, making you jump out of your skin. 

“Maker, Grand Admiral! We all already told you not to sneak up on someone like that!” You reprimand him, momentarily forgetting he is your superior. 

He simply chuckles, shaking his head slightly. 

“I recall you told me, indeed. And I recall telling you to be more aware of your surroundings, Officer (F/n).”  

You press your lips in a thin line at his retort, but don’t add anything. You both look at the children, making sure none of them hurt themself. 

“Why are you here, Grand Admiral?” You finally ask, turning your head to him. 

“To observe the progress of my pupils.” He says, his eyes focused on the little ones. 

You grin. 

After 7 years on Peridea, couples formed and babies were born. Enough to make a small class now. And all the parents had the same idea: Asking the Grand Admiral to be the baby’s Godfather. He graciously accepted every baby, coming to visit them and the mothers in the Med bay. He keeps tabs on every child roaming his ISD, making sure they aren’t lost when he crosses paths with one in the never-ending corridors of the Chimaera, sometimes guiding them back to their parents’ cabin himself. 

He knows them all on a first-name basis, and they look at him with stars and respect in their eyes. You know that if something ever happens to you, your children will be safe with him. 

It is a certainty. 

“And I came to give you this back.” He turns to you, taking a little book from behind his back to hand to you. 

“My poetry collection!” You exclaim. 

“Thank you for lending it to me once again.” 

How many times did you lend him this little book? A lot of time. His interest lies in art, but yours lies in poetry. He took an interest in it when you met, asking you for recommendations and your favorite authors to read in his free time. 

Now that you are stuck on Peridea, you only have the three collections you had in your cabin beforehand, and you keep lending them to him in a rotation. He does not appear bored by them and keeps asking for them from time to time. 

“Which ones do you prefer?” You ask, smiling, leafing through the little book. 

“Your favorites.” He simply responds, gazing back at the kids. 

You raise an eyebrow at him.  

“Reading your favorites helps appease my mind and bring peace to my heart. It helps me feel a little bit at home.” 

You eyeball him suspiciously before it hits you. 

“Oh, you are mocking me!” You laugh, nudging him, “I believed you for a second!” 

He turns his head to you, a strange shimmer in his gaze as he details your laughing face, almost like he is pained or disappointed. 

Your laugh dies in a long sigh, but his gaze remains on you for a split second more before fully turning to the kids, the subtle expression long gone in favor of his usual detached mask. 

“All right, Children. That is enough for today.” He softly speaks but the effect is immediate. 

All the kids stop, turning towards the Grand Admiral, and as one single being, they rush to him to circle and swarm him, completely trusting the Chiss. He observes the sea of little ones moving all around him, trying to take his hand to hold it or to receive his gentle attention. 

You smile fondly as he kneels down to speak with them at their level, when Damave approaches you, relieved that it is over. 

“How are you, girl?” She asks joyfully if not a bit tired. 

“Pretty good, do you still spare with Wescon tonight?” 

“After I handed his ass to him? You bet he wants a rematch!” She smiles, flashing her teeth. “You’ll have the kiddos for yourself tonight!” 

“I have them every night, you are just depriving me of my husband.” You respond with a lopsided grin. 

“My bad! But his techniques are terrible, he needs a tutor urgently!” She sniggers. 

“I mean...” Your gaze falls back on Thrawn discussing with the kiddos, “I could ask Grand Admiral Thrawn to give him some lessons?”  

She purses her lips, thinking. 

“Grand Admiral Thrawn would probably kill him inadvertently.” 

“Hey!” You slap her shoulder playfully, “My husband is not THAT bad!” 

“Clearly you have not seen him train lately!” She retorts with a grin. 

You both laugh along when Thrawn stands back on his feet to join you once again as the children scatter to the communal showers. 

“Officer (Y/n), I thought about inviting you for dinner tonight at my suite.” He aloofly announces, his hands clasped behind his back. 

You smile, it has been a while since he invited your family to dinner; he used to do that almost monthly before. But his Grand Admiral duties and keeping the Chimaera alive took up a lot of his time for years. 

“I would love to, Grand Admiral. But Wescon will train with Damave tonight, I need to watch the children, I am sorry.” 

Grand Admiral Thrawn turns his head towards Damave. His eyes seem to emit a strange glow for a split second before coming back to you. 

“This is not a problem, I would be delighted to host your two children with you, they are my pupils and it would please me to catch up with them.” 

“Oh...” You turn to Damave, who shrugs, “I will gladly accept then. I think it would please them to spend some privileged time with you.” You frankly nod to Thrawn. 

Your single mom’s evening magically transformed into an elegant soiree with your Grand Admiral and friend. 

He slightly grins, bowing his head slightly. 

“Every moment with your children is a privilege.” 

You badly refrain a laugh. 

“Now, come on, Grand Admiral. Those two are little monsters!” 

“Possible, my statement is no less true. I await you around 9 pm.” 

He bows his head to you and Damave and takes his leave, allowing you to go help the kids dry and dress back for the rest of their day. 

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You knock at the door, Irimea holding the fabric of your dress while you hold your 2-year-old son, Hardean, in your arms. Irimea appears really excited to spend some time with the Grand Admiral and cannot stay still. 

“Irimea, I trust you to behave yourself okay? The Grand admiral has been nice enough to invite us to dine, I do not want you to make a mess in his private suite!” 

She doesn’t even respond and starts knocking repeatedly on the door. Visibly the Grand Admiral is too slow for her taste. You disapprovingly grab her hand when the door slides open to let Thrawn appear. 

“Right on time, Commander. Welco-” The Grand Admiral doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence, Irimea throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his leg to hug him tight. 

“Thrawn!” She shouts happily, grabbing the hem of his jacket. 

You internally cringe. She did not last a second to be incredibly impolite and misbehave. 

“Irimea!” You berate her. 

The Grand Admiral chuckles, his large hand caressing the top of your daughter’s head. 

“Good evening Miss Irimea, you seem in a good spirit tonight.” 

“I am happy to see you!” She grins with all her teeth, grabbing his hand to hold him. 

“I am happy to see you too, miss. Please enter, Commander, the table is set and dinner is ready.” 

You nod thankfully and enter the suite. The room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere while the notes of soft music play in the background, the scent of Peridea’s spices floating in the air. 

The door closes behind you, and Thrawn takes your hand to kiss it gentlemanly. 

“I am pleased to see you tonight, (Y/n),” He says, dropping the ranks now that you are in private, “It has been a long time since we spent some time together.” 

You feel your cheek burning at this contact, your old crush coming back full force. 

“Yes, it has.” You embarrassingly laugh, “But you are a busy man, it was inevitable.” 

You gulp, feeling your heart go into a frenzy as his lips brush the back of your hand. You always had a crush on your old friend, admiring him from afar, daydreaming about him during your shifts. But you had to be realistic, he is married to his job. 

So you found another man, married him, and founded a family with him. 

But your crush on Thrawn did not disappear; if anything, it worsened. Especially since your exile on Peridea. Before that, Thrawn only had to be a good tactician and military leader, but after the exile, he had to endorse the role of savior and guardian to every life in the Chimaera. 

And he started to shine brighter and brighter in your eyes. 

But you are married and in love with someone else now. Usually, Wescon was here during those dinners and soirees, helping you keep a cool head and remembering who was wearing the matching ring on your finger. 

But tonight you will have to keep your cool all alone... 

It’s not like any occasion would appear! Thrawn sees you as a friend and values you as such, he would not betray both of your trusts like that. 

“Indeed. But I should spare you more time.” He counters, “You are ravishing tonight, (Y/n). I thank you for taking the time to doll yourself up for me, you did not have to.” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just an old dress and cheap makeup.” You temper with a smile. 

“Well, if this is a cheap look for you, I cannot start to imagine your beauty with good quality clothes and make-up. It must be a sight to witness. Wescon is a very lucky man.” 

You are about to respond when Irimea interjects, indignant. 

“Am I not beautiful too?! My dress can spin!” And to prove her point, she starts spinning her hips to show off her dress. 

Thrawn paternally smiles at her, gently squeezing her hand. 

“Indeed, you are, Miss. You must have a lot of success with your comrades: do not take advantage of their smitten hearts.” 

Irimea grins smugly, still not releasing his hand from her grip. Thrawn raises back his gaze to meet your son’s. He delicately caresses his hair, cautious of his fragility. 

“How are you, little sir? You grew a lot lately.” 

Haradean seems split between the desire to lean into the warmth of Thrawn’s palm and to hide his face from those burning red eyes, letting out a whiny plea, he finally turns away to hide himself in the crook of your neck. 

“He is a bit shy.” You explain, readjusting your grip on your son. 

“It is quite all right,” Thrawn assures with a tranquil smile, “Let’s sit.” 

You approach the table where delicious smells emanate. 

Food is a rare resource here, and even though Thrawn struck a deal with the Great Mothers and the Bandits, allowing a significant percentage of the fields and crops to the Chimaera’s needs, Peridea remained an arid planet with little to no cultivable land and rare game. 

Famine remained a very real threat. You were one bad year away from all devouring each other. 

Ironically, spices grow easily on those lands. If there is not plenty of food, at least it is flavorful. 

“This is a lot.” You note, a tad reproachfully. 

“It is a special occasion, and I would fail my duties if your children left my hospitality with an empty stomach.” Thrawn counters. 

He gently takes Haradean from you to place him in a baby chair that you did not even know he had. He then gallantly pulls a chair for Irimea and a second for you. You sit down, thanking him, and start serving your daughter. 

Meat is especially rare and precious for children’s development, so you would rather she have more than you. She doesn’t lose a second and picks a poultry wing to bite down on to your horror. 

“Irimea! What are those manners?!” You choke on your words. 

Your little monster munches down the poultry with big bites, spreading sauce all over her mouth, looking at you with questions in her eyes. 

“Do not eat like that! Use a fork and a knife!” You take the wing off her hand to wipe her mouth with a table towel, “We are in the presence of Grand Admiral Thrawn!” You berate her lower with a scolding frown. 

She keeps munching with a displeased hum while you clean her face. Thrawn silently observes the scene with quiet... Amusement.  

Irimea looks at her meat with disappointment. She did not have meat for several months, and now she has to refrain herself to eat it all fancy and stuff to please her mom and not upset the Grand Admiral. She lets out a sigh. 

Thrawn observes her before putting his cutlery down and grabbing his own wing with his fingers, and elegantly takes a bite out of it. She looks at him before turning to you with incredulous eyes. 

“You should not take such large bites, Irimea. Take smaller ones, you will not burn your mouth and reduce the risk of choking.” He casually explains as he pats his lips with his towel after taking another bite. 

She intently observes his finger placement on the wing and mimics him, sticking her tongue out in focus and taking a small bite without smearing sauce everywhere. She imitates his manner with a little grin before patting her lips like a precious lady before giggling. Thrawn slowly nods with a lopsided grin, peacefully eating his poultry while you shake your head, unable to refrain from a smile. 

Thrawn is able to tame and calm down the most feral and undisciplined kid in the Chimaera with ease, proving it once again right now. 

While they both share a little moment, you start cutting some chest meat into very small bites and add some thick, spiced sauce to give to your two-year-old. He opens his mouth wide and eats his chicken before giggling loudly. 

“He likes the recipe!” You exclaims. 

“Good. I made some new arrangements with the bandits, they will send us a new batch of their baby foods with the next crops.” 

You turn back toward your Grand Admiral with a worried frown. The bandits were hard to convince to cede their crops, and even more headstrong about the food they prepared for their infants, which is an even more rare resource for both parties. 

“What did you promise in exchange?” You ask with a dry throat. 

Thrawn licks his teeth, eyes lost in the void before him. 

“I promised some boxes of morphine and bacta.” 

“Thrawn!” You cannot help but say, offended,  “I know we manage to synthesize some painkiller drugs with the local plants, but entire boxes of morphine and bacta patches? This is too dangerous! This is-” 

“This is a delicate balance to strike,” He stops you after swallowing his meat, “But for now our food supplies are the lowest, especially for the youngest. I will not lose a new infant life this winter.” He lets you know sternly. 

You swallow, eyes low, remembering the burial of four babies last winter, the crew’s morale really took a hit, even Thrawn was especially silent and... preoccupied during that period. He knew those babies, held them in his arms, congratulated their parents... 

They died under his leadership and protection, and that is something that appeared to especially touch him. Your friend and Grand Admiral can bear the death of his officers and troopers, but even his cold heart can be moved by the death of a youngling. 

So four... 

“I am sorry...” You admit, “I should not interfere into those matters. This is not my place.” 

You are not high enough to have a say in those negotiations. 

“On the contrary, I value your opinion. Your outlooks differ from mine, and you note details I can overlook, especially as a woman and mother. But I took our drug supplies into consideration, do not worry, I simply gave priority to our youngs for this exchange.”  

“Okay.” You nod, a bit relieved. 

“Wescon almost wasted this negotiation, however...” Thrawn notes somberly, serving himself some local lentils, “His ego irritated our partners and opponents.” 

“Oh...” You mumble, putting your fork down, “I’m sorry, he can go overboard sometimes, but he doesn’t mean wrong. I’m sure this was unintentional.” 

“It was most probably unintentional, and that is why this is so dangerous. We cannot allow words thrown without thinking to sour our relationship with the locals,.Our survival still depends on their hospitality.” 

“I will talk to him about it.” You promise. 

“I already did. He must learn to know when to talk and when to remain silent. Next time I will probably ask you to join me instead of him.” He gently blow on his fuming bite. 

You munch your own, savoring the thick and flavorful sauce. 

“I do not have the rank necessary to enter the negotiations.” You remember him politely. 

“This is not a problem.” He assures, cutting a part of the chicken breast for himself, “I think it would ease our partners’ minds to see more females on our side, especially mothers.” 

“I thought you were bad at politics, Thrawn. Where do these new skills come from?” 

He contemplates you for some seconds in silence like it downed on him. 

“I do not think it has a lot to do with politics.” He admits softly, “Negotiations is an important skill for all commanders to master, especially for their crew’s survival.” 

You give him a lopsided grin. 

“This still touches politics... Maybe you are finally getting better at it!”  

He shortly chuckles at your tease, mopping up the sauce on his plate with some local dense bread.  

“Can I have more meat?” Irimea intervenes suddenly. 

“Eat vegetables too.” You order. 

She grumbles, lowering her shoulders. 

“We only eat vegetables...” 

She eyeballs the rest of the poultry, licking her lips. 

“We also have fish if you are still hungry, Irirmea.” Thrawn diplomatically proposes. 

She sticks her tongue out and grimaces with a ‘yurk’ of disgust. 

“I don’t like fish!” 

“You never tried this one, I am sure.” He counters, looking across the table to find the fish dish. 

“They are all yucky!” She complains. 

“Irimea! Do not refuse food when it is so nicely proposed to you!” You correct her. 

You quickly realized with some horror that she was a picky eater with a peculiar palate, not a lot of food on the Chimaera had value in her eyes, making you tear your eyeballs out sometimes, and angered Wescon a lot. 

“Try it, it comes with a delightful red sauce, trust me.” Thrawn insists with a controlled, joyful intonation, rising off his seat to lean across the table to grab the fish plate. 

You extend your hand for him to give it to you, but he serves your daughter himself like he were a common waiter at a restaurant. He then skirts your chair to serve a piece to your baby before gently wiping his little mouth with a towel and a tight grin. 

He then comes back to you, tilting the plate a bit. 

“(Y/n)?” 

“Oh, Yes! Thank you, Thrawn!” You accept. 

He gallantly serves you too, before sitting back and serving himself. Irimea pokes the fish with her fork, suspicious. 

“Try it with me, miss.” He proposes, cutting a small bit. 

She winces but imitates him, cutting a very, very small bite and putting it in her mouth like him. She closes her eyes hard, frowning while she chews on the flesh. 

Slowly, her face relaxes and she reopens her eyes, humming appreciatively. 

“That’s good!” She shouts loudly, taking an enormous bite. 

“Careful, miss. Small bites.” He remembers her with a light chuckle. 

You take one bite yourself, you’ve never had this fish before. It tastes quite good, and the sauce is even better! You nod to yourself, helping Haradean to eat from time to time. 

Thrawn covers you three with a gentle, paternal gaze, a tight grin on his handsome face. 

“What?” You ask, feeling a bit embarrassed to be scrutinized like that. 

“Nothing...” He just says gently, “I just find this moment... Wonderful.” He admits. 

You smile shyly while chewing. 

“What’s so wonderful about it?” 

“I do not know.” He shrugs, “You, with your two children, it is quite agreeable to witness. I am a bit envious.” 

“You want children too?” You tilt your head with interest. 

“I do. I always did. Chiss families are large and full. I always envisioned myself as a future father.” 

“Really?” You say, “Do... You have a possible mother in mind?” You ask, terribly curious and... jealous. 

You immediately mentally slap yourself! 

You are married for Maker’s sake! Married and a mother! 

This fling must remain in the past! You should be happy for your friend if he ever finds someone! 

“I do, in fact.” He reveals, finishing his fish with impeccable manners. 

You still receive that news like a punch in the gut, but keep your expression in check. 

“Did you ask her?”  

“No.” 

“Oh...” You let escape, “Is there a reason?” 

“Several even.” He admits with a quiet sigh. 

“I am sorry, Thrawn.” You say, truthfully, “I hope you get to court and ask her... I am sure you would be wonderful as a father!” 

“Thank you.” He lightly bows his head at the praise, “I hope to ask one day. Some obstacles remain.” 

“I am sure you will be able to get rid of them!” You encourage with energy. 

“Those are not obstacles I should allow myself to get rid of, it would be immoral of me to do so. No, I think I will just... Content myself with admiring her, happy, from afar.” 

You look at him with a sorry expression before extending your arm to take his hand and gently squeezing it. 

“Whatever you do, I am here for you, Thrawn.” You promise. 

You still wonder who he is thinking about, but you will not pry into his personal life. 

He tightly smiles, squeezing your hand back. 

“Thank you, my friend. It is reassuring to know I can count on you on all things.” 

“If you never get children, I can be your daughter!” Irimea suddenly shouts, rising from her seat. 

“Irimea!” You choke, “What would Daddy think if he heard you?!” 

“I can have two daddies!” 

“No, you cannot!” 

She turns back towards Thrawn. 

“I can’t?” 

He grins at her, caressing her hair gently. 

“It is a complicated matter, Miss. I do not know if your mother would accept a second husband, but I would have been honored to have a daughter such as you.” 

“Daddy’s always angry at the suite... He is no fun...” 

“He is under a lot of pressure.” You explain, circling her shoulder to hug her, “It will get better.”  

She sniffs, unconvinced. 

Thrawn stands up with his plate, collecting Irimea’s in his hand. 

“(Y/n), some help for the dishes?” 

You walk into the kitchenette of the suite with the plates and put them in the sink. With the years, the droids died down without repairing components, as all of them got to the Medic droids. Apparently, Thrawn’s personal droids died down too. 

You are about to start the dishes when Thrawn makes you turn your head toward him gently, intently looking at you.  

You let out a gasp as he scrutinizes your face, cupping your cheek to keep you still. 

“Wha... Is there a problem?” You ask with a dry throat. 

“How did you get a black eye?” He asks. 

You gulp. 

Crap! You forgot about that! But of course, nothing escapes Grand Admiral Thrawn. 

“I hit a door.” You explain on the fly 

“You ‘hit’ a door?” He demands, unconvinced. 

“Yes! You know how clumsy I can get, you remember how I almost broke my arm while pregnant with Irimea?” You chuckle, embarrassed. 

He carefully observes your contused face hidden behind make-up, his fingers brushing the outline of your barely visible black eye. 

“(Y/n)...” He breathes lowly, so, so close to your face, anywhere you look, you can only see him. “Is everything all right?” 

You gulp again. 

Is it safe to reveal? Thrawn is probably the safest person to tell to. 

But...  

“Yes, everything is all right.” You cheerfully smile. 

He contemplates you silently for three more seconds before taking a step back, clasping his hands behind his back as usual. 

“Good.” He curtly nods, “I am relieved then. You may come back to your husband, I will handle the rest.” 

You nod and free your baby from his chair and take your daughter’s hands, silently walking back to your suite, heart pumping in your chest. 

“It was nice!” Irimea declares as you put her to bed, yawning, “I love Thrawn.” 

You smile at her affably, and place a kiss on her forehead as you tuck her to bed, wishing her a good night. 

Wescon returns while you are getting your make-up off, you hear him throw his boots away with a long sigh. 

“What’s that dress?” He asks at the doorframe of the bathroom. 

“Oh, hum... Grand Admiral Thrawn invited me to dinner.” 

“Only you?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“The kids were here.” You turn back to the mirror. 

You hear him sniff with disdain, looking you up and down through the glass. 

“You do not doll up for me anymore.” He declares with edges in the tone, “But you do for him?” 

You froze still, feeling his sharp gaze on the back of your neck, exposed and vulnerable. 

“It’s just... It’s nothing.” You try to diffuse the situation 

“I remember you told me you had a crush on him before we dated.” He insists, “What is it today?” 

“Today...” Your voice trembles slightly, “Today I am married to you, obviously.” You smile at him through the mirror. 

He squints at you suspiciously but turns to enter the bedroom. 

When you get to bed with him, he cups your cheek, looking at your visible black eye. You hold your breath, feeling stress peaking in your veins. 

He contemplates it quietly before laying down to got to sleep 

Without any words for you. 

You let out your breath, your heart pumping in your chest, but you lay down too, trying to calm down. 

You close your eyes to sleep, but your nostrils flare as something stings your nose. 

A perfume? 

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You silently type on your datapad, Damave and Wescon on each side of you, while Thrawn is talking. The Bandits silently listen. 

They are hard negotiators, they do not let go of their precious resources without high prices. You collect the data on your screen before sending it to Thrawn’s pad while your husband taps his foot impatiently. 

Thrawn asked him to come as he was always a part of the negotiations before but expressly ordered him to remain silent 

But not you 

And Wescon seems to have taken it personnally. 

You observe the pictures your agents took of the crops through the months, mentally calculating volumes and percentages while Thrawn finishes his reasoning to the Bandits with the help of the translator. The translation is not yet perfect, but way better than the first years, the translators having time to find patterns in both languages to communicate more efficiently. 

Wescon is fuming next to you while Damave glances at him, wondering if he will explode in front of everyone. 

You trust him not to, and you keep focusing on the data. 

“Finally over.” Damave exclaims, entering the break room after the negotiations, “I was starting to fall asleep, I’m not made for negotiations but for battles!” 

“I found the process very interesting.” You counter, “Grand Admiral Thrawn is a pro. It was very inspiring.” You all sit down in chairs. 

“That was bullshit!” Wescon explodes, “They were clearly lying about their volumes.” 

You pour the equivalent of the local caff into three mugs that you pass around. 

“I noticed too, that’s why I sent the volumes to the Grand Admiral.” You explain 

“Well, you should have spoken up! He clearly did not take it into account!” He fumes 

“Well... He did modify the exchange, I think he did take it into account.” 

“Not enough!” 

“He does his best, he-” 

“Do you always go along with what he says?” He demands, pissed off 

“He knows what he does.” 

“I doubt it. Such a lie on the volume of crops called for a harsher reaction than ‘modifying the offer’! He is really a clown in politics, and you should have intervened.” 

“I trust him.” 

“Well, maybe you trust him to a fault. Your role was to advise him in these negotiations, not just swooning at each of his words.” 

“You’re unfair, I-” 

“What is going on here?” Thrawn appears at the door of the break room. 

Wescon scowls in silence, drinking his caff. 

Damave takes the floor. 

“We were discussing how the negotiations went.” 

“You evidently disagree with the result, Officer Wescon.” 

“We should have gone harder on them!” 

“You do not know all the parameters of those exchanges, officer. My response was adequate.” Thrawn patiently but sternly explains. 

Wescon sighs, his fist tightening around his cup. 

You remain silent. When Wescon gets like he won’t calm down for hours, and you usually pay the price of his temper. The best you can do is make him forget you exist.  

“You want to blow off some steam with some training?” Damave proposes to him, her hand on his shoulder. 

Wescon looks at her with a strange shimmer in the eyes before nodding. 

“All right...” 

They both stand up, salute the Grand Admiral, and disappear in silence. Thrawn observes the door, mute. 

“I am sorry...” You finally let out 

“What for?” Thrawn turns back to you with detachment. 

“His reaction.” 

“I do not hold it against you.” He turns his head back to the door before spinning back to you, “(Y/n), I want you to follow me.” 

“Is there a problem?” You ask worried, ready to jump into action. 

“Indeed. I need you to see something, come.” 

Obedient you follow him. 

He remains stern and imperturbable, but you worry. What does he want you to see? Is it about the Bandits? The Grand Mothers? 

Oh no... 

Did your daughter hurt herself during training? 

“Thrawn!” You stop him by gripping his arm, forgetting you were not in private, “Is it about the kids? Are they hurt?” 

He contemplates you in silence before releasing himself from your grip gently. 

“I did not receive news of one of my pupils getting hurt, (Y/n). Do not worry about them, they are safe.” He promises. 

You let out a sigh of relief, your children are safe and sound... 

You raise an eyebrow when you reach Thrawn’s private suite instead of his office. 

“Please enter.” Thrawn invites 

You enter and follow him silently to his suite’s office, wondering what he wants to show you. 

“You may prefer to sit down.” He announces, skirting his desk to open a drawer. 

“What is this all about, Thrawn?” You inquire, crossing your arms, wondering what he wanted from you 

“Please, (Y/n), sit down.” 

You sit down, looking at him more and more suspiciously. He takes out a Datacard that he slides into his terminal, and turns the screen toward you. 

“You need to see this.” He says gravely, shadows obscuring his red eyes 

“... Okay.” 

He presses a key and a video starts. 

This is in one of the breakrooms of the Chimaera, only two people are sitting next to each other, talking while drinking. 

A man and a woman. 

You squint at the screen before recognizing Wescon and Damave together, discussing something. 

You turn your gaze to Thrawn, who invites you to keep watching. Your gaze returns to the screen. 

They discuss, laughing from time to time, exchanging pleasantries and cordial words. 

And then... 

You receive a punch in your stomach 

Wescon tilts Damave’s head to kiss her. 

They embrace each other tightly as they devour each other’s mouths passionately, really going at it, probably comforted in the thought that nobody took the time to check those tapes anymore... 

You remain stunned  

Silent 

Frozen 

Devasted... 

Thrawn cuts the video before it finishes with a somber expression. 

“This was not the only occurrence, I have other recordings of their affair.” He lets you know 

You remain silent, eyes fixed on the black screen, a persistent image of that treachery still on your eyes, not knowing what to do or how to react... 

What... Did you just witness? 

You press your hands to your eyes, trying to breathe. You curl up over yourself in your seat, taking deep breaths to not fall. 

Wescon and Damave? 

Your husband with your best friend? 

The father of your children? 

How...? 

Why? 

“I am sorry, (Y/n)...” Thrawn lets you know, putting his large hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, “This is not pleasant to see, but I felt you had the right to know...” 

You gasp a sob, sadness overcoming you. 

But soon 

Ire takes place 

You bore his children, you endured his character every day, and you supported him with all you had, with your sweat and blood. 

And him...?! He fucking cheats on you with other women?! 

“(Y/n)? Are you all right?” Thrawn asks with a worried tone. 

You take your hands off your eyes to look into Thrawn’s eyes. You only see worries and support shining in their flames. He gently squeezes your shoulder, trying to see if you’re going to explode at him or pass out on the ground in shock. 

You contemplate his eyes in silence, so intelligent and full of courage. You have nothing but admiration for this man, you would die for him, you would follow him to hell and back if he ever asked you. 

You would kill at his simple demand. 

You would do anything for him, and for a long time, you fooled yourself that it was only by respect. But with this treason, you realize who was really here for you all this time. 

Who actually took the time to worry for you despite his cramped days and nights, who offered his help and support every day, even if you were in another man’s arms. 

Maybe you married the wrong man... Maybe you should have tried your chance with your Grand Admiral, he would have never lifted his hand on you. 

Ever. 

He would have actual respect for you. 

Not like that traitor. 

And without thinking, you jump to your feet and wrap your arms around Thrawn’s neck to press your lips on his.  

Thrawn remains still under your touch for a second, before circling you with his long arms tenderly, kissing you back, pressing your two bodies tight together like you would escape all of a sudden. 

He starts moaning in the kiss, pushing his tongue inside softly to meet yours and dance with it, sliding his fingers into your mane to hold your head against his. 

You suddenly both pull out in shock. 

You look into each other’s wide-open eyes like you could not believe it. 

Did you just... Kiss Grand Admiral Thrawn? 

Your superior? 

Your friend? 

The one who officiated at your wedding? 

“We should not do that...” He warns, voice trembling between danger and excitation, “You are in shock.” 

But he does not release your waist or head, instead pressing his forehead against yours, looking down at your lips with envy, licking his own lips to taste you again. 

“What if I want to?” You ask 

“That would be an error.” 

“Don’t you want it to?” You plead, gripping his white jacket desperately. 

“For years, (Y/n), for years I craved it... But you are married.” 

“To a cheater.” 

“You are a mother.” 

You gulp at the mention of your kids. 

But.... 

“It has nothing to do with them.” You press yourself tighter to Thrawn, trying to reach his lips again, but he is so tall, “Aren’t you tired of always being the strict leader who can do no wrong, who is never allowed to slip or make an error once?” 

Thrawn presses his lips in a single line, refusing to speak on this matter. 

“Be wrong with me tonight, Thrawn... Take me!” You beg in a whisper, shaking with a sob. 

You raise on your tip toes to reach him once more, and after a gulp, he lowers himself to kiss you again. You let out a sigh of relief as you taste his lips once more. 

This is so different than kissing Wescon, it is warmer and softer. 

Wescon was always on the rough side of love. 

But Thrawn is more delicate... 

Kissing him feels like an art form. 

He kisses you tenderly, holding you close like you would suddenly bolt away from him. 

You grip his collar and start opening his buttons hurriedly. You are clumsy, missing several times as you focus so much on kissing him, until you just dig your nails in the fabric to pull him closer. 

Thrawn takes a step forward, making you back down until you are pressed against the wall, trapped under his mighty body. He cups your cheeks in his large hands with a sigh of delight, caressing you with his thumbs. 

That’s when a peculiar sound starts. 

“Are you... Purring?” You ask, pulling away. 

Thrawn silently grabs your hands to press them on his chest to make you feel the vibrations through your palms. You let out a chuckle of disbelief.  

Thrawn can purr? 

In all those decades you never knew! 

“Is that to your taste?” He asks with his suave voice. 

“It’s incredible!” You laugh. 

He smiles, capturing your lips again, languorously kissing you until you are panting and begging to breathe. He pushes his knee between your two legs, pressing you against the cold wall as he grabs your wrists to pin them to the durasteel. 

He purrs loudly as your tongues hug and get acquainted with each other. 

His body is so warm, so pleasant to the touch. He put on a few pounds this past few years and holy fuck he is so sexy. You hold onto him like you would drown in the sea, grabbing him desperately, threatening to tear the white fabric of his Jacket. 

Thrawn grabs your butt and lifts you easily, making you yelp in surprise. You circle his hips with your legs and his neck with your arms as he leaves the office with you in his arms. 

He does not stop kissing you for a second as he heads toward another room. He readjusts his grip on you to free one hand and type on a pad, opening a door. 

His bedroom. 

It is dimly lit and soundproofed, the constant humming of the Chimaera suddenly stopping into a comforting silence, only his purring and the obscene wet sounds of kissing could now be heard. 

He bites your lower lip with a hiss as he lowers you down the bed, laying on you to trap you under him as he hugs you tight, weighing down on you as he expertly unbuttons your collar and jacket slowly 

Sensually 

Teasingly 

You grab his head to keep kissing him like you are devouring him, he is as out of breath as you, sparring no effort or energy in loving you. He parts from you, tenderly kissing the tip of your nose before attacking your neck as he finishes opening your jacket, revealing your black tank top. 

He kisses his way down and takes a lick here and there, tasting the salt of your skin with the flat of his tongue. His hands slide under your top, caressing your sides tenderly until they grab your boobs over your bra. He kneads them as he leaves hickies on your skin. You do not release his waist and start undulating your body under him to tease his groin. 

He growls a warning, his hands sliding under your back to unclip your bra. He gently bites your neck, sucking and licking on the sensitive skin before pulling on your top. 

You help him get rid of it with your bra, revealing your breast to his flaming eyes. He looks at it with his mouth slightly agape, like he could not believe it. He barely grazes them like they would break under his touch before diving head first in them, groping them, keanding them, licking them, sucking and biting them. You feel his warm tongue traveling your skin, circling your tit and teasing your nipple before suckling on it like you would give him milk. 

He makes obscene, lewd noises you would never have thought him capable of. How can your superior, the Grand Admiral Thrawn, lower himself to such animalistic groans and moans? To such bestial sounds and grunts? 

This is purely scandalous! 

And maddly exciting! 

He gives a last lick to each of your tit after thoroughly soaked them with his saliva and kisses his way down toward your stomach. 

Muah! Muah! Mauh! Muah! Muah! 

He licks your Venus mound with the flat of his tongue while opening your pants expertly. He pulls on the hem, revealing your panties. He thoroughly kisses right above the hem of your panties like your body is a precious relic in his eyes, and he cannot wait to devote himself to you. 

“I have been waiting... For decades... I am so happy you are with me today (y/n)... Let me take care of you, I will prove to you I am worth it.” He pleads between kisses, slapping your sensitive skin with the elastic of the panties. 

“I want to see your body too!” You compain. 

“Of course, ch’acah. I want to feel your skin burning with mine.” He parts from you to get rid of his jacket and black tank top in one movement. 

You follow the movement and immediately attack his chest and plump belly with kisses and licks, too! This is outright offensive to have deprived you of them for so long! You growl as you cover his entire chest and stomach with kisses, gripping his hips, digging your nails into his deep blue flesh. 

His purr deepens as he caresses the back of your head tenderly. 

“Lie back down. There is so much I want to do to you and no night long enough...” He says in one breath, pushing you back into the mattress. 

He hooks your panties and pulls on them, discovering your pussy for the very first time. He is almost drooling over it, and his purr degenerates into a deep and needy growl, like a big, starving feline. 

He grabs your two legs and opens them wide, licking his lips avidly at the sight of the meal you represent. 

“I want to eat you whole, starting by your cute pussy.” He warns, nibbling your inner thigh. 

“What are you waiting for then?” 

“Your consent, obviously...” He pants, his chest rising up and down. 

“Take me whole, Thrawn. I am yours.” 

“Forever?”  

“Forever. Hurry!” You beg at the end of yourself. 

He lowers himself and leaves a wet kiss on your slit before taking a sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. 

Oh dear... Maker! 

Your south muscles immediately tense up under the pleasure. He wastes not a second and continues licking you up vorasciously, licking you up and down, tracing your slit up and down with the tip of his tongue, soaking your vulva with his drool, kissing your entire loin regions avidly. 

“Delicious... So delicious... How could I survive so long without knowing your taste?” He praises in between licks, “Do not refuse me, Ch’acah, I beg of you. Let me love until the end of the night...I need it.” 

You bite into your finger as he laps your cunt like an animal, trying to silence yourself like someone could hear you in this bedroom. 

But no 

There is only you 

Him 

And the obsessive wet sounds of his messy love. 

He locates your little clit and immediately starts suckling on it. He grazes and caresses it with his flexible tongue, sucking on it like a lollipop of his favorite taste. 

He lets out such voracious sounds you cannot believe they come from your elegant and dignified Grand Admiral! This is simply not the same man! 

This man is starving and desperate, and only a taste of you can calm him down! 

He grabs your inner thighs by the handful, forcing your legs wide open for him to eat you out as it pleases him. 

It is raw and messy. 

It is primal and instinctive. 

It is purely bestial and desperate. 

You hear him slurp, not even letting time for your slick to bead from your pussy, immediately swallowing it like a thirsty man. He presses his hungry lips against your tight ring of flesh and sucks like a vacuum. 

He parts your fold open with two fingers and enters you with his tongue, drinking from the source. You feel his wet member squeezing its way through and caressing your inner temple clean, soaking it with his own fluid as he laps your meticulously, rolling his hips into the sheets in a desperate need of friction. 

“Oh my...! Thrawn!” You gaps, head spinning under his care. 

He only responds with more guttural sounds, doubling down on his efforts as he locates your G spot with his tongue. He glides and crosses it, circles and brushes it with his tip, making you wetter and wetter by the second. You feel your pussy contracting furiously around his tongue, clenching all around his member until you came on his face hard. 

His purr dives in deeper notes, approving of your body’s reaction to his sweet attention. 

He kisses your cunt a last time and stands on his knees, his jaw beading on your slick, completely wet. He looks down at you with hungry eyes devouring your naked, vulnerable form under his hunter’s body. 

“Delicious...” He declares animalistically, “Did he ever do that to you?” 

“Wh... Why should it matter?” You ask panting, exhausted after such an orgasm. 

“I want you to forget all of his caresses... Did he ever make you squirt like I did?” 

“I... No. He never succeeded...” You admit, your blood furiously rushing to your cheeks. 

He growls, opening his pants, hiding his significant bulge. You gulp, looking at it as he finally frees it of the constriction of his boxers. 

Holy Fu...! 

How are you supposed to fit such a size?! 

“I take your expression as a compliment, Ch’acah.” He sniggers, “This is all for you, only for you, Ch’eo Ch’acah...” 

He sits on his ankles, pulling your hips toward him as he fists his length, playing with his tip already leaking pre-cum, he coats his entire lengths before letting it hit your quivering pussy. You whimper as you feel the warmth of his member against your sensitive vulva. 

He is so big and long... 

He starts a gentle back and forth movement, sliding his cock between your folds, grazing your pulsating clit up and down as he throws his head back. 

“You feel so soft, Ch’acah, I can’t wait to bury myself deep in you and plow that little pussy...” He growls, panting. 

“Please... Be gentle with me. You are so big...! I don’t know I’ll be able to...” 

“Nonsense, of course you will, Ch’acah. We were both made for this precise moment, I am tailor-made to please your human body; you will see. I prepared you well. Do not worry about anything, sweet thing.” 

“Please.” You beg, extending your arms desperately to him, “Kiss me, Thrawn. I want to feel loved...” 

He immediately intertwines your fingers together and gently lies on top of you, weighing fully on your smaller body like the best weighted blanket ever. 

You want to be nowhere else but under his mighty body! 

He brushes your nose tips delicately before kissing you like you were the most fragile thing on the Chimaera. He kisses you softly, lovingly, tenderly... 

You open your mouth to welcome him inside, and he enters to greet and dance with your tongue languorously, sensually, obsessively. 

This is the best kiss you ever experienced... 

You whine as you feel his fat tip pressed against your entrance, begging for attention. His hands travel your body down, grabbing your inner thighs to open your legs wide for him, poking your raw hole with his leaking tip. 

“Breathe, my darling. Everything will fit perfectly, I promise you.” 

And he gently pushes in. 

You immediately open your mouth in a perfect ‘O’, all the air pushed out of you as he gradually invades your most private place, stuffing you full like never before. 

Holy fucking...! 

You let out a silent scream as he keeps pushing and pushing, getting deeper and deeper, reaching depths Roscob could never dream of reaching! You feel all his veins and ridges grazing all your special spots you did not even know you had! 

His is so girthy and long! 

He is so heavy in your stomach! 

You are split in two! 

Finally, you feel his hips agaisnt your butt. 

“There, everything is inside, my sweet. You did wondeful. Is it comfortable? Should I change position?” He immediately lets you know, worrying about your comfort and well-being first before his own pleasure. 

You take a big breath, your chest rising up and down desperately for some air. 

“Of fuck... Oh Maker...” You can only whisper 

“Are you all right, Ch’acah?” 

“I... Yes... I am okay, I just need to relax, I think.” You let escape in a breath. 

“I will help you, Ch’eo Ch’acah.” 

One of his hands release your thigh to slide between your two bodies and start playing with your palpitating clit.  

You immediately clench hard around him! 

Him inside of you plus clit stimulation? You’re going to explode! 

He hisses a warning as you strangle his cock with your pussy. 

“Careful...! I can only hold on for so long, Cha’acah.” He warns, out of breath, eyes closed shut in his effort not to tear you apart here and now. 

“You are the most self-disciplined man I know.” You choke under his sweet caresses. 

“I was not buried in your perfect body back then... Warrior, fuck! Careful! You’re pushing me to my limit, strangling me like that...!” 

He says that but his caresses on your clit only increase in speed, he is now furiously brushing it like a madman, making him growl louder and louder in your ear. You gulp, trying to breath as he buries his head in the crook of your neck to roar as your pussy choke him to death. 

“Fuck...! Can I move, Ch’acah? I am at the end of myself...” He asks, between an order and a plea. 

“O-ok...” You agree 

You are barely able to fit his entire size, how are you supposed to survive him fucking you? 

He slips out slowly and pushes back in just a hunch. He does it again, and again, and again, testing your stretching and wetness. 

His cock slides like a hot knife through butter with how wet you are, but you are stretched to your absolute maximum! 

You legs shake as his ridges scratch your gummy spots, sending shiver down your little pussy. 

He accelerates his thrusts until he is rocking you with his entire bed trembling. He plundges into you like it is his last day on earth, he fucks you raw and good, embrassing you tight, almost choking you. 

“This is so good, ch’acah! I love it, this is better than everything I ever dreamed of...! Do you like it too?” He demands, his rich voice like music in your ears. 

The wet sounds are out of this world and resonate obsessively in the dim bedroom, making your head spin dangerously with the heady smell of sweat and sex. 

You are getting dangerously high off all those sensory experiences! 

You can barely register what he is saying to you with how fucked your brain is! Indeed, taking him ramming into you is a completely different matter than just him resting cozily inside your warmth. 

He buries himself to the hilt, creating a bulge in your tummy, and you just cannot detach your gaze from it! The sounds of wet skin slapping are overpowering and doubled with his animalistic grunts with his deep voice, you were simply not prepared! 

“Oh...! Fuck!” You choke on your own air as he plow your little pussy like an animal in rut. 

“Is it good? Can I go on? Oh tell me, sweetheart...!” 

“Y-Yes...!” You manage to let him know between all his devastating thrusts, “... A lot! Can... Barely... Take it!” 

He hugs you even tighter like you would try to escape his grasp as he fucks you hard, making his bed complain loudly. You never made love like that, Roscob is mean in bed, but Thrawn is a giver, he keeps fondling your little pearl lovingly while he stuffs you full like a decadent cream puff. 

“Take me! Take all of me! I beg of you!” He repeats like a litany, keeping him sane in all the sensations you are both experiencing together, “I love you, Ch’acah, like I never loved before!” 

“I...I lo-love you too, Thrawn...” You answer his prayers like he stopped hoping long ago. 

He immediately captures your lips to make out messily with you, tongues hugging and dancing in a depraved tango. He kisses you heavily, robbing you of your breath so easily as he holds you close to his heart... 

“I am so happy, Ch’acah... I am, truly.” He reveals, looking deep into your human eyes, hypnotizing you with his gleaming red gaze. “Fuck, you are so tight!” 

Your hands and bodies are locked together in the most lewd of acts, and you feel like dying to leave his embrace right now. 

You want it to last an eternity and more. An eternity in his soothing embrace... 

“Can I come inside, Ch’acah?” He inquires, still rutting like a powerful stallion, exhausting you to death. 

“Y-yes...” 

He kisses your cheeks and neck all over, caressing and twisting your clit, your body at his entire mercy, and with a fatal flick of your pearl, you come once more. 

You feel your cunny convulsing and tensing up all around his hard, jolting shaft, strangling and kneading his entire length like a dance. Your eyes roll inside your head as your back arches in an impressive fashion against his chest, screaming his name like he owned you. 

That extra stimuli pushes him over the edge and with finals, erratic thrusts, he cums inside, painting your flesh in white with his creamy seed. You pussy milks him for all his worth, to the very last drop, filling you up even more. 

You can hear him breathe in the crook of your neck, gently kissing your sweaty skin as your heart slows down, tired and panting. He doesn’t slip out of you and remains lying on top of you, pressing your limp body against his, stroking your cheek. 

He kisses his way up your chin and considers you, still high in his orgasm, soaring over your lips for a dearly awaited kiss that he holds from you. 

“Ch’acah...” He breathes lowly like he doesn’t believe you are here with him. 

He finally lowers his face, and your lips meet for a sensual tango. You kiss him back eagerly, feeling sleep seizing you... 

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You woke up... Not in your room 

You frown, looking across the room. You’ve never been here before, whe- 

And suddenly, everything flashes to you mind 

The video tapes, the kiss, the affair, Thrawn, your treachery... 

You turn your head on the other side to discover Thrawn sleeping behind you as the big spoon, hugging your waist. 

What did you do?! 

Roscob is going to kill you for good if he ever hears of that! 

You start trembling and shaking. Repressing a panicked sob, you detach Thrawn’s arms from your body and slip out of bed. You cringe discovering you are both naked and the absolute mess between your legs... 

Maker... Are you crazy, woman? 

You quickly dress back up and slip silently out of the bedroom and the suite without waking up Thrawn.  

You walk back to your suite with the most professional and innocent look you can muster, praying for your treachery not to be readable on your face. 

You are in such a mess! 

You royally fucked up! 

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Hi, love! 💙

May I request a F!Reader x Thrawn? NSFW.

Jealous Thrawn , NSFW, tension with Director Orson Krennic~

Reader is an imperial intern in training & stationed to work under the Admiral for anything needed to make up community hours. Reader has had a good idea that Thrawn probably disliked them due to his distant & cold demeanor around reader & slight remarks. Reader is not too fond of the Chiss, finds them ‘rude’, but still obeys (loyal to the empire).

However Reader finds out that’s far from the truth when invited to an Imperial Ball, getting hit on by other superiors (Director Krennic, slight Rivalry between both men from Death Star vs Tie fighter Project), making Thrawn jealous & admit “someone like yourself can make a man like me lose control & do the most unimaginable of things, and suddenly my loyalty & devotion becomes all yours.”

A Warrior’s Needs***

Grand Admiral Thrawn X F!Reader

word count: 8.7k

Sneaky peak at my collab with @raevulsix 🤍 ^

When invited to the Imperial Ball to act as a spy, your galaxy is turned upside down when you witnessed your Boss, Thrawn, get jealous.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language, dom!Thrawn, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, praises, p in v sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, face fuck, multiple positions, finger sucking, biting & marking, mating press, creampie, aftercare, doubtful reader, brief mentions of alcohol, jealous and possessive thrawn, kinda boss x secretary, shy imperial female reader who wears a white dress with slit. Director Krennic flirting with reader. NSFW ART. Not proofread. Also noticed I didn’t hit the brief entirely but it’s more or less on point 😅

Includes Fanart by the incredible Raevulsix that can be found here and the NSFW one here so go give her all the support and reblogs! 🤍

Authors note: oh, bestie here we go! This is my first time writing for Thrawn so I hope I portrayed him somewhat okay - I never kinda finished rebels yes I know bad girl. Co-wrote with @raevulsix 🤍

The seemingly endless day was filled with a relentless stream of forms, data analysis, and tasks delegated by your boss that was causing a strain on your eyes from staring at the screen. But when your superior got called away, you seized the opportunity to lean back in your chair and take a moment of respite and listen to the faint hum of the ship.

As you reclined, you surveyed the expansive office belonging to your boss, Grand Admiral Thrawn. The space was dimly lit, dominated by blacks and greys, with a faint luminescent glow that did little to alleviate your eye strain.

Even sitting for the prolonged period had caused your legs to stiffen, so, anticipating Admiral Thrawn's return in about an hour, you stood up and began to walk around, seeking relief.

The office itself was a marvel, a fusion of refined taste and strategic functionality. Intricate artwork adorned the walls, showcasing pieces from various galaxies, while carefully placed artifacts adorned the shelves, creating a captivating ambiance.

You hesitated, torn between returning to your desk or succumbing to curiosity just this once. Normally, being in the same room as your boss felt challenging due to his cold demeanor and strict rules – no speaking unless spoken to, avoiding direct eye contact, and focusing solely on work.

The reputation of the Chiss, their stringent standards and unwavering determination, preceded him. His formidable nature and unyielding drive to succeed made him a daunting figure which makes him all the most frightening. Though, he had never raised his voice in your presence. The odd quip of passiveness was hard to miss however when he spoke to those under him or even as an equal, but luckily, you never came across it.

Until right now.

“I sincerely hope that you looking through my possessions is a hint that you have finished today’s reports.”

Startled by his sudden appearance behind you, you turned wide-eyed and mortified, stammering out an apology. "Forgive me, Sir—Admiral—Grand Admiral," you fumbled, feeling the weight of his piercing red gaze. "I didn't realise you had returned."

His cold stare and piercing eyes bore into you as he coldly acknowledged your oversight. "Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Faltering, you considered fabricating a lie, but Thrawn's demeanor warned against deception. "My legs and eyes started to ache," you admitted slowly, collecting your nervous breaths. "I stood up to walk around the office in your absence to ease it off. Admittedly, I got distracted by your collection." You gestured awkwardly before composing yourself. "I will finish off the reports immediately."

As you settled back at your desk, attempting to regain composure with shaky fingers swiping across the monitor, Thrawn's silent presence once again caught you off guard. A large hand suddenly appeared in front of your face, tapping the screen as he scrutinized your day's work. Frozen, you held your breath, transfixed on the screen.

After an intense minute, he broke the silence. "I need your assistance tonight," he declared, withdrawing his hand and making his way to his desk. You swiveled in your chair to face him.

Tonight? The prospect of more work dampened your spirits. "You will attend this Imperial Ball," he stated, not bothering to look your way.

A ball? You? Your flabbergasted expression went unnoticed as you asked, "May I question why you're asking me to go Grand Admiral? I believe this is for people like yourself, not just workers. And I’m just an intern."

He leaned over his desk, hands flat on the surface, and lifted his gaze to you. "I hope that's not an insinuation that I do not work."

Your day seemed to be spiraling further downward. "Sorry, forgive me, I didn't mean for it to come across like that." Nervously wringing your fingers, you stood. "I just don't think I'm the right candidate for whatever it is."

"And yet you do not know what it is I am asking of you," he replied simply. For a moment, you thought you detected a hint of amusement, but the dimness of the room and the strain on your eyes left you uncertain.

His posture regained its imposing stance as he circled his desk, arranging items with precision, making an already orderly space even more meticulous. Leaning against the black desk, he continued, "There have been reports of a few individuals willing to expose the Empire's plans on Lothal and they've been invited. I need you to gather as much information as you can and report back to me."

You had heard about this upcoming ball. All of your superiors would be attending and you had very little doubt that your friends, other workers like yourself, would be attending. So, the confusion lingered; why involve you in this? Hiring spies seemed a more logical choice. "So, when we land and head to the settlement, dress up.”

You are almost at a loss for words, was this some kind of punishment or did he sincerely trust you this much? So many questions yet his answers won’t settle with you regardless. "But Grand Admiral, I... I don't even own a dress."

"All of that has been arranged already."

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you hardly recognised yourself in the white dress that starkly contrasted with your usual Imperial attire. Only applying little makeup due to the fact you didn’t know how glamorous this was going to be, you marveled at the intricate details of the crystals adorning your dress—light and elegant.

As you added the finishing touches to the ensemble, you spent a moment admiring the transformation. The dress fit perfectly, making you wonder how Thrawn acquired your exact measurements. Perhaps it was part of the meticulous process involving your enrollment details he scoured through.

Yet, a peculiar thought crossed your mind: imagining Thrawn personally selecting this dress for you. Shaking off the notion, you grumbled to yourself, averting your gaze from the mirror. Such thoughts seemed absurd, given the professional context and how alluring you felt with a dress with a knee high slit. Your gut, however, betrayed you, swirling with a sense of uncertainty.

Left in disarray, you then pondered the impending social interaction with your superiors. How in the galaxy were you going to do this?

Thrawn had departed without providing you any guidance, leaving you to grapple with the dilemma of presenting yourself as his assistant or someone of greater significance.

When the time came, navigating the unfamiliar surroundings with nervous steps, you followed the confident strides of those who seemed familiar with the venue.

Presenting your pass to a guard, you slipped inside and held back a gasp at the sight that unfolded—an elegance seldom witnessed within the Empire's strict regimes. It was special, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place.

As a wallflower, you stood on the sidelines, observing and absentmindedly tapping your fingers against a glass of an unfamiliar alcoholic concoction handed to you by a server. Unbeknownst to you at first, your eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for your boss, Thrawn.

Surrounded by people you didn't know on a personal level, everyone exuded a somewhat regal aura. The faint but lovely music played in the background as the room unfolded into a wide-open space where various groups mingled, leaving you feeling like a hopeless outsider.

Taking a sip, cursing your shaky hand, you mustered the courage to fulfill your task. It was time to eavesdrop and gather the information Thrawn sought.

Worming your way into conversations wasn’t the easiest task you ever had to do but still, you managed it. Avoiding small talk, you nodded and smiled, feigning comprehension while attempting to extract useful information.

Yet, nothing seemed amiss.

Everyone appeared content with the Empire's forthcoming plans and events, leaving you struggling to maintain the forced smiles and laughter.

As you moved from group to group, you still found yourself keeping an eye out for Thrawn but no luck. Perhaps he wasn’t even attending. After all, his presence to you would have stood out since he was the only Chiss and his character was non-short of intriguing.

After an hour of this charade, weariness crept in. Your feet throbbed in the unfamiliar heels, prompting your excuse from a group - to whom didn’t seem to even acknowledge your existence - no one noticed your departure as you went to a quiet corner to collect yourself.

In the quiet corner, frustration and exhaustion compounded as you pondered the lack of information to report back to Thrawn. With past mishaps already haunting your thoughts, you berated yourself for the potential third strike.

However, things started to take an unexpected turn.

"Not enjoying the night?" The voice sliced through your thoughts, and you turned to see a figure adorned in a stark white military imperial uniform with a flowing cape to match. There was only one man you knew who wore that ensemble.

"Director Krennic," you blurted out, swiftly standing and adjusting your dress, visibly flustered. "I was just taking a moment for myself."

The man chuckled, swiftly suggesting you retake your seat, which, hesitantly, you did as he settled beside you.

Internally, you were freaking out. The power and influence of Director Krennic were both impeccable and imposing, especially considering his involvement with the upcoming and developing 'Death Star' project. "I hope you don't mind the company? It's been a long evening for me too," he mentioned, his gaze intense.

His stare unsettled you, sending an uncomfortable tingle down your spine. Yet, despite your unease, declining the company of one of your superiors wasn't an option. "Not at all," you replied, forcing a laugh that sounded awkward but hopefully convincing.

"Since you know who I am," Director Krennic began, turning to face you, "it is only fair that you tell me who I have the pleasure of meeting?"

A gulp caught in your throat. This was the first time tonight that someone had paid attention to you, and you debated whether to fabricate details about your identity. Ultimately, you settled for honesty—your name, at least. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've heard many things about you," you said, hoping your nervous breaths weren't too apparent.

He smiled, seemingly charming. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

Mentally, your smile dropped, but you maintained it outwardly. Was he flirting with you? This exceeded any expectations for the night. "Oh, erm, why thank you."

He chuckled, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the loveseat you both occupied, taking a sip of his drink. "So, tell me about yourself. What is it you do?"

The moment of decision that had loomed over you all night finally arrived, and you found yourself veering away from the complete truth.

His reaction was palpable. A flicker of tension crossed his expression, transforming his once-charming smile into one that grew tense and strained. "Ah," he responded after a pause, his fingers tapping against the glass as his demeanor turned slightly hostile. "So, I will assume you work under someone of... authority."

The word 'authority' sounded more like a growl than a mere observation. It was evident that Krennic held some animosity toward Thrawn, likely due to their conflicting projects that often caused tensions between the two.

"That she does."

A voice sliced through the tension, and you turned to see Thrawn standing behind both of you. Your eyes involuntarily scanned his attire—a departure from his usual white military uniform to an impeccably suave and expensive-looking all-black tuxedo. It was a stark contrast to his typical appearance, and he looked good, remarkably good.

"Thrawn," Krennic acknowledged, standing to match his height. Kind of.

"Director Krennic..." Thrawn drawled slowly, the two of them staring each other down.

(Art by Raevulsix)

The tense exchange between Thrawn and Krennic didn't escape your notice, particularly Krennic's apparent lack of acknowledgment toward your boss's full title, indicating a hint of pride. Thrawn, on the other hand, maintained his dignity with elegance.

"I was just speaking to this nice young lady and getting acquainted," Krennic stated.

"I noticed," Thrawn replied, his gaze briefly fixating on you. A sense of impending chastisement for lying to a superior loomed, but for now, Thrawn played along, redirecting his attention to Krennic. "But I need to speak with her in private.”

Krennic's expression twisted into a smirk. "We all serve the same purpose, Thrawn. Whatever you can say to her, you can say in front of me."

Maintaining his composure, Thrawn remained unaffected by Krennic's arrogance. "It is a matter that does not concern you."

"And it does her?" Krennic prodded.

"Yes," Thrawn affirmed, tone low.

Krennic's scrutiny fell upon you, making you feel a chill run down your spine. Unable to meet their gazes, you were frozen under his stare. "I see. Well," he extended his hand, and tentatively, you placed yours in his, allowing him to help you stand, his grip maintaining a slight tension. "It appears my presence is not warranted."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Director Krennic. Perhaps we could talk again soon?" The words slipped out before you could consider the implications, and Krennic's sly smile at your proposition didn't escape Thrawn's notice, his glare feeling like sharp daggers at the back of your head.

Suddenly, you’re pulled towards Krennic, his breath lingered near your face as he spoke in a whisper but loud enough for a certain someone to hear, "That would please me, but I shouldn't continue to play with possessions that don't belong to me."

Thrawn's sharp rebuke sliced through the air, "That will be all, Krennic." In an instant, Krennic released his hold on you, leaving you stunned as he walked away.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Thrawn, your heart racing. The unsettling implication of being referred to as a possession of more so, his possession, lingered in your thoughts. As you stared up at Thrawn's stern expression, full of thunder, you tried to gather your thoughts.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, I—"

"You are not to ever speak to Director Krennic again, is that understood?" his command cut through your attempted explanation.

The tension thickened as you nodded in acknowledgment of Thrawn's command, keeping your gaze lowered. However, instead of walking away, he approached, sending a jolt through you.

A gentle touch beneath your chin lifted your gaze to meet his, and you're awestruck as his eyes glowed. Not even metaphorically or hypothetically - red eyes that held a powerful allure, captivating your attention. His words became a distant murmur as you found yourself too entranced by his intense gaze to even realise he was speaking to you.

Was anyone else seeing this? Surely someone had to have been watching this somewhat intimate exchange.

Suddenly, his raised brow and deep furrowed eyes broke through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. "Sorry," you stammered, embarrassed. "What did you say?"

For a second, he paused before a sly smile merges on his face. "I said,” he starts but a part of you didn’t quite believe he was telling you everything, “I hope you have some information to tell me. After all, that is why you are here," he repeated, his tone unwavering.

Your stomach sank as you realised you had nothing to report.

"Actually, I—" you began, but he interrupted, instructing you to head to his quarters to discuss further. As he stepped away, you finally regained your senses, but before you could utter a word, he vanished into the crowd.

Feeling the weight of the situation, you sighed, acknowledging the mess you were in.

Entering Thrawn's office, anxiety flooded your thoughts, making the walk feel slow and burdensome. Anticipation of the imminent repercussions swirled in your mind.

Without seeing the point in waiting outside, you ventured in, greeted by the familiar ambiance—chilled air and a dimly lit room adorned with sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, showcasing Thrawn's appreciation for art, a shared interest between the two of you.

Moving towards his desk, your fingers traced the flat surface before taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite.

"I feel sick," you muttered to yourself, running a hand through your hair as your knee bounced nervously.

"Perhaps some water?" Thrawn's calm and composed voice cut through the silence.

Caught off guard by Thrawn's sudden appearance, you startled in your seat, quickly composing yourself with an apologetic tone. "Sorry, I... I'm fine."

He hummed softly, crossing into the room. "Are you sure you do not want a drink?" His offer was polite, but you declined, mustering a steadier breath. "I'm sure. Thank you, though."

Seated behind the desk, Thrawn's piercing gaze seemed to bore into you, an intensity that was strangely captivating rather than uncomfortable. Boldly facing the inevitable, knowing your fate might be sealed, you met his gaze head-on.

Despite working under him for months, it was the first time you truly looked at him. His angular face was striking, his skin a captivating shade of blue reminiscent of the most beautiful oceans you had only dreamed of seeing, yet it was his glowing eyes that held the allure.

"So," he finally spoke, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers on the desk, breaking the silence, "fill me in." The directive was clear, and despite your nerves, you prepared to relay the truth, whatever the consequences might be.

"Grand Admiral Thra—"

"Thrawn," he interrupted, and confusion furrowed your brows.

"S-Sorry?"

"Thrawn is just fine. Proceed," he instructed, nodding, and despite your confusion, the fear of falling short in your duty took precedence.

"I have nothing to report," you rushed, holding your breath.

Thrawn's expression remained unchanged as he leaned back in his seat, nodding slowly. "Is that because you spent the evening with Director Krennic?"

Your heart sank at the insinuation. "Not at all. I only spoke to him for a minute before you came over," you defended, sitting a little more forward. "I genuinely have nothing to report. I saw nothing awry."

"Interesting," Thrawn drawled. "And he gave no hints of deception to you?"

Thrawn was clearly fishing for information on Krennic, but you had nothing substantial to provide. "No, though he wasn't too pleased about me working for you. Lie or not."

The room fell into a hush, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the desk. "That I can imagine, given how he was looking at you all night."

The mention of Krennic's prolonged interest caught your attention, and Thrawn noticed, a fleeting smirk crossing his face. "How is it you like the dress?"

Glancing down at the attire, you smoothed out its seams. It was the most extravagant outfit you had ever worn, and while it felt foreign, it also made you feel special. Especially considering the attention from someone as influential as Krennic. "It's lovely."

"I knew it would look good on you," he replied casually, causing your heart to pause momentarily.

"Can I ask what you mean by that?" you inquired, exhaling shakily, eyes widening. Did he choose this dress for you?

Thrawn tilted his head. "I think it is obvious what I mean," he stated, then stood, circling the desk until he stood in front of you. You craned your neck to look up at his imposing figure. "But I will spell it out for you. I picked this dress specifically for you… And you look divine."

The realisation struck like a thunderbolt, rendering you momentarily speechless. Krennic's cryptic insinuation about being a 'possession' suddenly made sense—jealousy seemed to be the most plausible explanation, although it felt improbable given your position as just his assistant. Then, doubts began to seep in as you recalled that he might have had someone else before you, and maybe even before that.

Standing up, nerves jangling, you instinctively took a step back from the Chiss, your thumbs nervously twiddling as you grappled with the situation. "I'm not that kind of girl, Grand Admiral—"

"Thrawn."

"Yes, sorry... I'm not that kind of girl."

He regarded you with an almost quizzical look, his eyes betraying a subtle understanding of the implications behind your words. "And I'm not that type of man," he responded calmly, though your scoff interrupted him. A brief pause followed as he closed the distance between you, his gaze piercing. "You do not believe me."

"You're a powerful man, you've probably had numerous assistants, interns, before me..." you stated your thoughts, a surge of boldness propelling your words. "I don't want to be just another assistant, disposable at your whim."

Thrawn observed you, his face maintaining an air of impassivity yet hinting at a hidden admiration for your courage. "May I be honest?"

Silent but attentive, you allowed him to continue, even as his words stung. "Your work is subpar. Lacking."

Ouch.

"Yet, you've remained my longest-serving assistant," he remarked, drawing closer, and this time, you didn't pull away. "Despite mistakes, missed deadlines... Do you know why?"

He stood before you, his presence almost overwhelming, his eyes emanating a deep red hue, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath brushed against your skin. Inhaling a distinctive, spicy scent mixed with a hint of alcohol from the Ball, you felt your knees weakening, your preconceptions about him slowly crumbling. "N-No," you finally managed to breathe out.

Thrawn's admission rang out in the quiet room, his voice a blend of quiet intensity. "Because what I want is you. I want you to be mine, I need you to be mine."

"Grand A—"

"Say my name properly," his hand swiftly found your waist, tracing the delicate details of the dress he had meticulously chosen for you. "Say it."

Your eyes met his, the words you intended to voice dissolving as all you could focus on was his demand. "Thrawn."

His chest heaved subtly at the sound of his name spoken by you. "Again," he urged, this time his other hand tenderly yet with some vigour cupping your jaw.

Your eyes closed involuntarily, caught in a trance. "Thrawn... what is happening?"

"You have captured my interest since the first time you entered my office," his hand glided from your waist to the small of your back, and you found yourself instinctively leaning into his touch.

The nagging doubt that this could be too good to be true lingered in your mind. "Have you said that to all of your assistants?"

He chuckled, the resonance of his low laughter sending vibrations through your chest. "Now, now... I was not lying when I said that I am not that kind of man. Have you ever seen a Chiss with another person?"

Truthfully, you had never witnessed any other Chiss aside from him. "Well, no, but—"

"Then understand me," he insisted, drawing you closer against his chest, your hands clutching the lapels of his black tuxedo. "Understand that I do not seek companionship, I do not pursue romantic commitments. War and military endeavors dominate the minds of my species. So, tell me, why are you at the forefront of mine?"

"I... don't know," you confessed, feeling an electric excitement coursing through your skin.

His hand cupped your cheek, his breath grazing against your skin as he leaned in. "A woman like you can make a man like me lose control."

His proximity made it hard to breathe, yet it felt inexplicably right to lean toward him. "Can anyone know about us?"

The query hung in the charged air, bold and daring. You anticipated the response, though his confirmation solidified it. "No, nobody can know."

The weight of the decision hung heavy in your mind. You understood the necessity of keeping your connection with him secret; his position was far too vital to risk any involvement. “But, my devotion, my loyalty… it’s all yours.” His interruption broke through your thoughts, and as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, you found yourself once again ensnared by the fiery red glow that captivated you.

"Lose control then."

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, enveloping your senses in a whirlwind of passion. His kiss, intense and commanding, nearly swept you off your feet. His hands explored your body, fingers gripping your hips firmly before lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he skillfully guided you through his quarters, never once breaking the embrace, and eventually leading you into his bedroom.

You find yourself being placed on a bed, his body leaning over you as his lips, intoxicating and flavoured with just a tinge of alcohol from this evening move from your lips, down your neck before he stands over you.

“I have submitted to you,” with one hand he unclasps the button of his tux before moving it off his shoulders and carelessly chucking it to the side, followed by him unclasping the top button of his shirt, “are you willing to submit to me?”

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Sitting up on your elbows, you’re prepared to answer but your words are caught in your mouth as he unbuckles his pants, sliding the belt out of the loops before he releases his strong, throbbing cock.

Your mouth salivates, watching as he moves his hand along its length. You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips just at the size of him and it made you both excited and also a little nervous.

“I assume that you like what you see?”

You nod, your legs coming together as you feel your cunt begin to throb which doesn’t go unnoticed by Thrawn. “Crawl towards me.”

Obeying, you crawl on your hands and knees across the sheets, your white dress trailing behind you before you are sat comfortably in front of him, his beautiful blue cock twitching under your wanting gaze.

Thrawn lets out a soft sigh, sliding his hand down to the base of his length and tilts his head at you before dangling the curve of his dick down toward you. You open your mouth almost on instinct and slide your tongue out, grazing the underside of the head.

“You’ve done this before,” he comments with glowing eyes.

“Once or twice,” you whisper, sitting up onto your knees to take the fullness of the head into your mouth, rolling your tongue around the tip of it, melting at the saltiness of his precum.

Thrawn moans, long and low. It's been excruciating for him to not have been able to touch you until now and you were absolutely perfect. Large blue hands lift to your head and his fingers slide through the roots of your hair, tugging softly—encouraging, pushing you to take more. "Now that is my good girl." He practically purrs, and the ache between your legs throbs even more with excitement. “You are wonderful.”

You blush, unsure if it’s due to the compliments or the fact your boss's cock is stuffed in your mouth which had your lips etched open wide and eyes already starting to water. As he drops his pants fully and removes his shirt from his body along with his tie and pants, you look up at him with adoration.

You run your hands up and down his toned thighs as you begin to take him deeper into your mouth (if you even can), your saliva dribbling down his heated skin and your chin.

Thrawn curls his dexterous digits tighter into your hair and holds your head still as you envelope him as far as you can, opening your throat for him as he begins a violent and sudden ruts into your mouth. You whimper in please, a hand coming between your legs as you pull your dress to the side and dive your fingers straight to your clit as he deepthroats your pretty mouth.

His grunts and moans fill the room yet remain low and husky as you feel his tip poke at the back of your throat that forces a response from you; gagging on his velvety and soaked cock.

You hold strong for him, your fingers aching as you rub your clit in a circular fashion and push down the pleasant assault on your throat. “Look at you, a mess… it is rather arousing.” He cooes, one of his hands leaving your hair and holding his cock as he pulls out, giving you a very brief gasp of air before he slips it straight past your lips again.

Closing your eyes, you swallow uselessly around his thickness as he grunts and gives a few shallow thrusts before he pulls you back off. The sound you make is ragged, spit bubbling from your lips and tears rolling down your cheeks as he cups a hand under your chin and brings your face up. “And did I say you could touch yourself?” His eyes glance down at the sight of your hand between your legs. “Very insubordinate.”

You had never been so belittled yet praised at the same time before but it had your blood boiling in lust for it. “I couldn’t help it,”

“That much is obvious,” he replies as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “lay back. I want to look at you.”

Doing as you’re told, you scoot back before laying back on the bed, your head hitting one of the pillows as he analyzes you fully from the end of the bed. His expression was unreadable, not showing much signs but as he looked at you, you just admired him for a second too.

Tall, handsome and clearly strong from being a skilled fighter, you were a little breathless and now, a little insecure.

“Don’t worry,” his words broke you out of your trance, watching him kneel on the bed before he moves towards you, “you are breathtaking to look at.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and bashfully, you look away from his gaze but find yourself softly moaning as you feel something warm and wet caress at your exposed thigh.

Looking back his way, Thrawn lay flat on his stomach and tediously licked at your flesh, your skin dousing in goosebumps at his touch. “Thrawn…” you breathe, now meeting his dark, glowing gaze as he folds your dress upwards, exposing yourself to him.

Thrawn pushes your panties to the side, hooking his finger through the damp fabric to expose your glistening cunt to which he made a noise of satisfaction. “You smell beautiful.”

You let out a soft and nervous chuckle but your nerves are dwindled when Thrawn continues to kiss at your inner thighs, tasting the slightly salty tang of your skin before you let out a small yelp of surprise when his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue circling around the teeth marks that he left. “I hope you do not mind if I sometimes find myself needing to taste you.”

You blink at him, breathing ragged. Nobody had ever bitten you before but it didn’t even hurt. It was new to you and the sensation made your mind whirl. So, you shake your head and watch as he continues to leave love bites on the inside of your thighs, marking his territory; his breath warm and fanning agasint your sex that you were so eager for him to touch.

“Thrawn… touch me. Please.”

There’s a chuckle that lasts a moment before he says, “I am not one to take orders… but since you asked so nicely.” He growled the last part until his lips latched to your cunt and you let out the most pathetic whine you could muster.

“Perfect." Thrawn grunts, his breath on your wetness making your toes curl as tongue slides flat against your folds and up to your clit.

“F-Fuck, Thrawn…!” You choke, stifling your ragged gasp with a hand over your mouth in the fears someone would hear the lewd noises of your moaning and the lapping and sucking of your pussy.

You look down at Thrawn at work, obsessed with the fact that his eyes were trained on you with an intense gaze. He’s sucking on your clit with such dominance that has your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as his hands clasp on your thighs, spreading them open as they threaten to close.

It had been a while since you had been touched like this so there’s no surprise that you felt your climax begin to bubble.

“Oh my.. fuck… Thrawn I’m going to-.”

“Do it. Cum on my tongue. Now.”

Legs spasming, stars blurring your vision you feel yourself let go, followed by a collected moan from the both of you as he laps up your juices. Your body is heaving from the sensation but Thrawn doesn’t stop.

“Another.”

“T-Thrawn… I can’t…” you rasp, completely overstimulated as your body writhes in your dress and across the sheets.

“I know you humans are capable of some remarkable achievements. This is one of them. Cum again.” His mouth is back on your folds, tongue rubbing along your clit furiously to force another orgasm from you.

You wanted to cum again, desperately, but your body was tingling and shaking too much for you to fathom what was even happening.

Despite the bed being so large and spacious, as your body involuntarily fights against him, your head is bumping against the headboard as Thrawn pushes his tongue deep inside you, strong and powerful hands biting into the flesh of your thighs as your whole body convulses.

“Thrawn,” you gasp, your hand finding its way onto the sheets, gripping tight, “I can’t.”

“Another.” He demands from you, tongue relentless. Not once did he even lift a finger to your pussy, the pleasure being solely done by his tongue. You pondered what it’d feel to have his fingers inside you but as the familiar sight of stars began to speckle your vision, your body fires up.

“That’s it,” he growls into your cunt, sending violent vibrations through your body, “I knew you could do it.”

You're crying his name, sweat coating your body as you let out a lewd cry as your body gives in to Thrawn’s advances.

As you heave, catching back your breath Thrawn has moved away from your cunt as you flop onto your side, completely spent.

Your legs still twitch and Thrawn watches you in amazement. The mattress sinks beside you as Thrawn brings you to him, your back pressed to his bare chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. “You really are quite enchanting.”

You let out a breathless laugh and found your head falling back into the crook of his neck, your heart rate calming down. “So are you.”

The compliment repeats in his mind, not really used to such pleasantries but nonetheless gives a rare smile. “Pleasures all mine,” he purrs, leaning down as his lips ghost over your ear before he plants a delicate kiss to your lobe that had you biting your lip.

You could feel his erection pressing into your back and you damned the beautiful dress for blocking the warmth of his skin against you again. But despite the room having a chill to it, the fire in both of you was sure to warm you up.

His lips move from your ear as he leans more over you and you crane your neck, giving him the access you knew he desired as his lips found your skin, teeth grazing your pulse.

Your breaths came in shallow, uneven waves, charged with anticipation as you awaited his next move.

"Do I detect a flicker of unease?" His voice, low and delicate, cascaded over you, sending goosebumps skittering along your spine.

You turned to meet his gaze, a response ready. "Not at all," you replied, your voice betraying the hint of excitement that danced within.

He leaned closer, his words a whisper against your lips. "All in good time, my pet. Patience," he murmured, grazing a phantom kiss over your mouth. "For now, I just want to revel in your presence."

Your smile was tender, curiosity lacing your words. "And how long do you plan to bask in this admiration?"

His gaze held yours, an intensity in his touch as his hand cupped your jaw. "Are you expected elsewhere tonight?" His inquiry lingered, hinting at a deeper intention.

“No,” you shake your head, looking down at his lips and subtly biting your own before meeting his gaze, “I just want you.”

“You are to do exactly as I say,” he utters, his thumb trailing over your lower lip before you take the instinct of letting him slide it inside your mouth, allowing you to suck on his digit eagerly, “and that is to be patient.”

You whine softly around his thumb, your pussy beginning to throb as you crave him. Suddenly, you got bold. You pull his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and meet his beautiful eyes again. “Perhaps I should have kept speaking to Director Kren-.”

He snaps.

A fire sizzled in him at the mere sound of his rival's name coming from your mouth, his jaw clenching but alas increasingly aroused at your defiance and his clear sign of jealousy.

Smashing his lips to yours, you’re brought to his chest with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him yet. Your lips felt swollen from his scorching kiss that left you breathless, needing more as you tug on his broad shoulders to bring him even closer to you.

“How dare you say his name in here,” he growls, raking his hands up your thighs as he shifts your dress past your knees, letting it ruch just above your navel and pulling your panties down to your ankles that you kick off, “that man infuriates me to no end.”

He leans over you, capturing your lips but before you could kiss back, he’s pulling away, teeth grazing your lower lip. “Sounds like you’re jealous,” you rasp only to receive a firm spank to your rear before his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and marking his territory once again.

“How can that be?” He murmurs against your hot, sweating skin, “I’m the one with the masterpiece.”

Before you could even fathom his words, you’re pushed up against the headboard, making space for Thrawn’s large and toned body between your legs, his cock and balls resting hot and heavy against your bare, wet cunt.

Dazed, you look at the scene between your legs before you, never in a thousand years would you think you would have the Grand Admirals cock just resting against you. On you.

“I’m going to fuck you,” his words both sounded like a command and a promise to which, you mouth a breathless ‘please’.

You whimper in anguish as he presses his cock down against your folds, teasing you as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly. “I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to slide my cock into your pussy.”

“Please Thrawn, please fuck me. Please fuck me until I cum all over your cock again.” You wiggle your hips, attempting to coax Thrawn’s length to conveniently slip inside but by the size of him, this would be a delicate operation.

“That’s it,” he cooed, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly above you, letting the tip rub against your aching pearl, “you have submitted to me perfectly so far…”

Then, you feel his cock press into you, your pussy opening to welcome him all the way in. You're tender already but the pain that hits you as his cock splits you open is fucking incredible.

It’s hard to read his expression but he’s holding his breath, letting his eyes close he slowly seethes all the way in you. His fingers bruise into your thighs as he keeps them apart as you white-knuckle grip onto the sheets. “Wow,” you keen, “f-fuck - that’s amazing.”

“What a good girl you are,” his blazing eyes meet yours, “and it appears you take my cock exceptionally well.”

The motion of him sliding in and out of you slowly only lasts a few moments before Thrawn gives you everything. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you to meet his now rough and demanding commands, eyes not once leaving your face.

He’s analysing every movement, every sound and every look you make. Like he’s making a mental note of you.

Words strangled in your throat but the gentle groans and low rumble of his rare praises is enough to have your eyes rolling back, cursing loudly as you feel him so full inside you. A prick of heat dances down your spine and settles in your abdomen, increasing the already growing fire of arousal that was quickly overtaking you.

He moves one hand down your body, caressing your breasts from over your dress which has your head tilting back in pleasure but not before he grabs at your throat. His hold isn’t dangerous, in fact it was very alluring as he keeps your focus solely on him. “Don’t you look away from me.”

“Yes, Thrawn.” You pant, gasping as he ever so gently squeezes your throat as he drills hard and fast right into you

Minutes of exctasy pass and soon, Thrawn has flipped you so you straddled on top of him, not once breaking away from you as he ruts his hips upwards, your chest falling against his bare one as he fucks you with great determination.

“O-oh fuck! Thrawn please…!” You whimper pathetically, sobbing into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, pressing you tight against him, confined to his warm skin.

He’s groaning your name, teeth biting into the flesh of your shoulder before he moves you so you’re sat up straight, grabbing hold of your dress so you have nowhere to go. “Ride me. Come on.” With one hard spank to your arse, you squirm in pleasure; eyes locked to his as you began to move your hips to and fro, dragging your pussy along his cock that was soaked with your juices.

Nails biting your hips, you writhe on him, your hands falling to hold onto his toned pectorals, watching as he stares up at you as he fills every inch of you.

His blown pupils show that he is hungry and at long last, he starts to remove your dress. Tossing it to the side, he sits up slowly watching your breasts bounce up and down on your chest as you grind hard on his cock. “Your body would be perfect as a sculpture.” His fingers caress over your stiffened nipples, a hum of satisfaction in his throat. “That way I could admire you when you are in my absence.”

You couldn’t help yourself, planting a heated kiss to his lips as his words spur you on to satisfy the Grand Admiral. His right hand cups your cheek, his tongue sliding in your mouth where you could taste your orgasm from before. “I need you, Thrawn.”

“You are mine.” He murmurs to your lips, noticing as your rhythm starts to get jagged he does you the courtesy of laying you down on your side. And just like the before, he slips behind you but this time also sliding himself inside you.

Legs like jelly, your body is still alight with desire, one arm snaked under your nude body, cupping your jaw as he holds your head back just far enough so he can kiss and nip at your lips. You cock your leg up a bit, allowing Thrawn to fuck you with extra slickness. You take him inside your fluttering cunt with almost no resistance, just enveloping him in a heat that you were desperate for him to not to leave because it feels so good. You feel so good and so full.

The sound of his cock slapping your wet cunt was disgustingly filthy and you kept having the creeping nervous feeling that someone would have heard both of your secret ‘meeting’. “Nobody will enter,” he says as if reading your mind, “try and relax.”

His lips move from yours to your neck, sharp teeth grazing over your already bruised skin as he keeps one hand on your jaw, the other sliding over your breasts and giving them a teasing slap that emits a moan from your throat. “Oh, you like that? Would you care for another?”

And before you could even scream yes, he slaps your tits one more before his hand flies straight to your cunt, fingers expertly caressing your clit that makes your body involuntarily jolt.

“Gorgeous little tart.” He growls, hips now pounding into you that you were certain it was going to leave bruises as he circles his fingers deliciously over your swollen bud.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck—" you cry, sweat beads trailing down the side of your face, only to have Thrawn's strong tongue dancing with your own.

Toes curling, you're melting into his mouth and under his touch as you whimper that you’re going to cum, only for him to encourage you to do so. And you do.

Your body burns with heat until it feels like you have been doused with water, putting out the flame inside you. You cum harder than you think you ever have in your life. A strangled cry of pleasure is made from your mouth, as if you were in pain but not at all.

“That’s it… what a delicious sight you are.” He purrs, eyes burning with delight as his thrusting lets up, welcoming the feeling of your tight and wet walls caressing around his cock.

Then, you’re being moved into the most compromising position you could be. Your chest is heaving wildly, eyes glistening in lust because despite your legs still shaking from your climax, you are pressed onto your back, legs folding over your body as he crouches between your legs. His cock pushed down straight into your core. His veined hands grip your ankles, keeping you in place as well as using you for balance.

“You have presented yourself so well tonight and you have obeyed me perfectly,” he rasps, mouth almost drooling, “now is time for your reward.”

Speechless, as usual when you’re around him, you’re surprised at how flexible you suddenly are as your feet almost come to the side of your head. His body pressed tight to the backs of your legs until his lips touch yours, rough and demanding just like his thrusts.

The position, the sounds, who you were with was sending your mind into overdrive. Your hands find their way around his back, nails accidentally scratching at his skin that made him hiss subtly as you go to apologise, he says, “harder.”

“What?” You gasp, both from him unexpected pleasure in you clawing at his back and how his cock has filled you completely, tip pushing right to your cervix.

“Harder.”

So you do. Your fingers claw at him desperately, legs aching and clenching your cunt around his cock hungrily making the roll of Thrawn’s hips more violent and his subtle groans of pleasure louder.

His hot breath catches your own as he pressed his sweat-slicked forehead to yours, legs quivering as you pant his name.

“You’re going to take every drop of my seed, do you understand me?” He growls, a shit-eating smirk on his lips as he gauges your reaction.

You nod your head eagerly but it wasn’t a good enough answer for him as he lets go of one of your ankles and wraps a tight hand round your throat. “Answer me.”

“Yes, y-yes.” You cry in pleasure, matching his smirk before time seems to grind to a halt as he plants himself as far as he can go into your womb, letting all of his scorching seed spill out with each pulse from his stiff cock.

Rope after rope of white lace pours into your used pussy, and the Grand Admiral doesn’t dare to pull out before he has made sure that you have received every last drop inside of you.

He lets out a heaved, heated breath before he pulls out of you, the feeling lewd and filthy before he collapses on to the bed beside you.

You lay still, heart racing at what just happened and before you could even turn to look at your Boss, he had stood up and walked across the room and left behind a door.

A twinge of hurt proceeds you as well as the sudden change of temperature in the cold air. You swing your legs round and sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your sex-crazed hair before you swipe up your dress in your hands.

Before you could slip away, preparing for the awkward retreat to your own quarters, the door glided open with a hiss.

"I have drawn you a—" His voice filled the room, interrupting your hasty exit, causing you to swallow hard. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him holding one white robe while draped in another.

"I just... I thought..." Your words trailed off as he advanced toward you, a sudden surge of nervousness overtaking you.

He tilted his head to the side, his gaze penetrating. "Did I not convey that every word I spoke was genuine?" The question hung in the air, his sincerity challenging any wavering doubts.

“It seems too good to be true.” Your sigh carried both disbelief and a tinge of self-doubt as he closed the gap between you, his presence a calming yet overwhelming force. "I don't deserve a man like you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of uncertainty.

In response, he enveloped you in a comforting embrace of a soft, white robe, shielding your exposed skin from the cool air.

"And why would you think that?" His question hung in the room, probing deeper into your insecurities.

As his actions of tonight seemed to have spoken louder than words, a glimmer of reassurance began to emerge within you. With tender care, he guided you across the room, revealing the spacious bathroom with its welcoming, steam-filled air. The drawn bath exuded an enticing warmth, a stark contrast to the chilly room.

"I want you to be mine. If you will have me," he murmured, his voice resonating with earnestness, echoing the genuine desire for your acceptance.

You turned to meet his gaze, observing the hand clasped in yours before lifting your eyes to his captivating, unique red gaze. There was a captivating allure, something undeniably beautiful and different about him.

Your attempt to decipher his unreadable expression failed as his stoic visage remained unchanged. Yet, those enigmatic eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing you in. "Will you take care of me, Thrawn?" you asked, your voice carrying a vulnerable plea.

"I will do everything in my power for you," he assured you.

The moment lingered, and finally, your lips met his in a tender, gentle kiss. He guided you towards the inviting warmth of the bath, easing your weary body into the scorching water, allowing the tension to dissipate.

"Your face is like art," he suddenly declared, catching you off guard once more. His words prompted a staggered breath, causing you to look up at him as he admired you.

"Do you not agree?" His question tinged your cheeks with doubt and embarrassment.

"I've never viewed myself like that before,"

“I’m sure you will begin to find that you will agree with me for most things,” he drops the robe from his body and gestures you to sit forward and as you do, you sigh heavenly as he slips in behind you, arms wrapping around your body as your back is brought to his chest.

"And soon you will agree and see why you belong with me," he murmured, his voice carrying a sense of quiet assurance as he tenderly ran warm water up and down your arms, creating a serene atmosphere enveloping both of you in a comfortable moment.

His tender care continued as he focused on you, his lips trailing softly over the marks he had left on your neck. Whispered words of praise graced your skin, creating a delicate symphony of affectionate gestures, each touch and utterance a testament to his adoration for you.

Later that night as you grew tired, he gently carried you back to his bed and settled beside you, drifting off to sleep, the weight of your actions pressed heavily on your mind. The realisation dawned that this relationship would be far from ordinary. He held power, wealth—everything beyond your reach but he was offering it to you. a fundamental shift, a leap into an entirely different world.

Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected turn could be the shift you had been waiting for your entire life.

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[burningfieldof-clover]

Started a thing that I’m not sure I’ll finish, but my brain produced something worth sharing out of the thousands of words already on the page that I wanted to share with the Thrawn girlies (GN);

Thrawn took a step closer to you as he continues speaking. He says calmly: “you are precious to me. If I could offer up every soldier, every pilot, and even every ship in the Empire to protect you… I would do it without hesitation. I can lose all of those things, and still have nothing more than what I need to survive. But if I were to lose you,” his voice trails off before he finally speaks in a whisper. “…Then I would have nothing at all.”

[machiavelli]

our book boyfriend is finally back tmrw‼️

[moonstrider9904]

Lose It

Grand Admiral Thrawn x Female Reader

Summary: As Governor Pryce's assistant, you've had to put up with a lot of things and meet a lot of stuck up imperials with flying colors, but when Grand Admiral Thrawn lands on Lothal, you find yourself stuttering upon your words, flustered, and invited to a gala dinner that'll define your career.

Tags/warnings: SMUT. 18+ adults only. Corporate struggles, Pryce being mean, first meetings, alcohol consumption, making out, PiV sex unprotected, fingering. This is my first time in a long while writing Thrawn, so sorry if any of this is ooc.

Word count: 8042

Playlist: Lose it by Oh Wonder - and its Jerry Folk Remix for the smut 👀

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With your eyes glued to the datapad, you felt as if caf would be the only thing to get you through that morning.

Sunrises on Lothal were beautiful, and yet, you were never able to enjoy them. Your desk on the seventh floor, a place relatively close to the much more humane office destined for your boss, was in a tiny reception room that had no windows; you'd have to walk a good kilometer inside the facility for you to get a glimpse of the outside world. You didn't mind the walking - it was always good for your mind whenever you felt saturated - but lately it seemed as if your boss had the uncanny ability to always demand something new from you whenever you resolved to walk out that door to do anything remotely human. Never being one to be superstitious, when it came to Governor Pryce, you wouldn't give her any more leverage.

You scoffed lightly at yourself. With the boss you had, it was a miracle the cup of caf you were drinking was actually for yourself and not for her. You had a little wager going on in your head to see what else that woman could take from you - so far, she'd already claimed your motivation and a good chunk of your faith in the Empire.

You regretted having Pryce on your thoughts when a notification pushed itself to the corner of your datapad. I'm not available, you thought to yourself, as if that had ever kept you from doing anything that was beneath you before, or worse, getting locked in a task that would absorb all your time and sucked the energy out of you like a leech. There never seemed to be an in between. You scanned the subject and, though you didn't hear alarms being set off in your mind, you did find your interest piqued.

URGENT: Imperial High Command Visit, Subject Classified. All imperial personnel directly reporting to levels SC6 and above must report to direct management for instructions.

And sure enough, you'd have no more peace for the remainder of the morning when you read that. You downed the rest of your caf and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. It wasn't uncommon for you to receive messages like that, but something big usually happened when you did, and you were used to finding out who or what it was about until the very last moments. It looked like it would simply be one of those days, so you grabbed your datapad and left your desk, making your way across the little reception room and into Pryce's office.

One thing you figured you could appreciate about Pryce was that there was never any beating around the bush, and it always made things a lot quicker, even in situations when it felt like you were having a band aid ripped from you. More like a piece of duct tape, but it was quick either way. And when you walked into her office, your back straight and gaze placed directly on your boss, donning what she would deem the desirable posture of an Imperial public servant, Pryce was already standing up from behind her desk with her blue eyes piercing into you.

Only she could make such a beautiful eye color look so menacing.

"You're here not two minutes after my comm was sent," Pryce commented. "I want that efficiency from you every day."

You were that efficient every day, but you weren't about to argue with Pryce about her short-sightedness.

"Put everything you were working with on hold for now," Pryce told you.

You didn't question the importance of the current events, but you never liked it when she told you to cast things aside to make room for her new wishes.

"I need you to send this out as a comm to all staff levels SC5 and below," Pryce handed you a drive, "and then I need you to make sure Congregation Room 2 is set to receive a minimum of seven people, but leave three extra chairs and make sure it's well stocked in refreshments. Put all my comms outside of lines 1 and 2 on standby, redirect comms from lines 4 and 6 towards you, I'm sure those are all things you can handle."

Pryce began walking past you outside of her office, leaving you to follow as you made a mental list of what she was asking.

"Do not answer any questions you're asked by anyone," Pryce continued. "At the most, tell anyone who wants to know to refer to the comm I'm asking you to send out. Now, in that hard drive you'll find the comm, two diagrams, a statement, and a final comm different to the first one which must be sent out only to levels SC6 and above - they are all in the order they're meant to be sent out and the time and date is encrypted in their properties. Stick to them like clockwork, and program anything you need ahead of time. We cannot afford mistakes, I hope I'm clear about that. Once you're done with these duties, find me. I'll need you at my side the whole day."

"Yes, Governor Pryce," you answered with your most professional tone.

Pryce stopped in front of your desk in the reception. "One more thing. Tomorrow night there will be a welcoming gala on the higher levels of the facility. I assume you have something to wear?"

"Ma'am?" You questioned, inevitably puzzled. You were open to many requests from Pryce, and while nearly nothing surprised you anymore, it really sounded like Pryce was inviting you to a fancy event.

"You won't be dancing and fine dining," Pryce sneered. "You'll be assisting me as well as the logistics staff for the event. And, I cannot repeat this with enough emphasis, we cannot afford mistakes. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," you answered again.

Pryce was about to leave the reception and finally give you room to work, but she stopped and looked at you again.

"Ah, and refill the caf pots for the entire floor, we're all going to need it," Pryce spat before finally leaving without so much as a thank you or goodbye.

Would you like me to refill the fat cats' caf pots before or after I send out a highly important, classified comm to the entire facility? It was all you could do not to roll your eyes. You didn't want any cameras catching you in the act.

Luckily, you'd gotten very good at prioritizing. The high commands could wait for their caf, and if they couldn't, they could very well brew it themselves. The first thing on the list was checking the drive Pryce had given you so that you could write out any comms and either send them or program them, so you plugged the drive into your computer. You found that one of the diagrams Pryce had told you about wasn't meant to be sent out, but rather, it was full of instructions for you. And according to those instructions, you'd have time to be a professional performing tasks worthy of her level before fulfilling a caf quest that was very much beneath you.

But the other diagram caught your eye - it was a command structure you'd never seen before. You knew many of the names on it, and when you read the one at the top, began to grasp the magnitude of what was happening at Lothal. It seemed Pryce wouldn't be the top authority on the planet anymore, she'd now be answering to someone who carried a title far more imposing than hers.

The diagram was meant to be sent out with the first comm, so you read the draft, and you didn't know whether you should panic, be excited, or hide from anyone who already recognized you as assistant to the Governor who would want privileged answers. Words like Command Structure Reformation, High Level Staff Transition, and Low-level Cost Reduction caught your eye. You'd heard whispers of new projects and seen the factories that were being built on Lothal from afar, and it seemed you were the one being tasked with telling the facility about that. But you had the hunch something like this would only leave everyone with more questions than answers. No wonder Pryce had warned you about people asking you things, but you doubted it was out of any effort to protect you. She'd essentially just asked you to keep from saying anything that might spill any secrets.

You sent out the first comm immediately and scheduled anything else for the day, including the comm about the gala—that one got you wondering if you'd at least be paid extra, but you had little faith in that. When you were done with that, you locked the computer and removed the drive, and you took your datapad with you as well for whatever came up. You were now headed towards Congregation Room 2 to oversee its preparations, hoping to swiftly fulfill the second part of your instructions for that morning, but as you were leaving the reception room and entering the main hallway, you were abruptly almost bumped into by Pryce herself, who rushed down the hall followed by three Imperial men in high-ranking uniforms. Despite her urgency, she stopped to glare at you.

"Do not tell me you're only just finishing the comms," Pryce snarled. "Hurry up and fill the pots! Are you trying to make the staff furious?"

Without any other acknowledgement towards you, Pryce and the other imperials continued on their way. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks with the words you couldn't say to her, such as how perhaps she forgot what it was like to do routine comm writing or basically any other task the commoner would have to do any day and how long some of those could take ever since she got a high horse and an assistant. But you also knew if you stood there pondering, you'd get yelled at again—the fact that Pryce had chosen to do that in front of others made your blood boil, but as much as you didn't appreciate being humiliated as "that aloof assistant" in front of anyone, you had things to do, lowly as they were.

Another push notification presented itself on your datapad, which you stopped in your tracks to look at.

From: Governor Pryce

On your desk I left a stack of binders for Congregation Room 2. Do not forget them.

You added that little detail to the list of things to keep track of.

With each pot of caf you filled, a tiny part in your brain wondered if anyone would notice if you spat in it. The thought amused you, but you also feared Pryce far too much to try any stunts like that. Something told you she'd notice you sabotaging a pot of caf even if she was on a different planet. You let your fantasies of getting away with mischief get you through that particularly unpleasant part of the morning and finally headed back to your desk for the binders from Pryce and then towards the congregation room, walking so fast you would run if you went any quicker. It was a miracle you didn't drop the binders in the middle of the hallway, and you were happy fate was apparently smiling at you that day to prevent any more embarrassment in front of Imperial high command.

When you arrived, you were pleased to see that the room wasn't a mess. The large table in the center was perfectly clean, with no traces of dust, and the chairs had already been pushed in and straightened out neatly. The room had that corporate smell to it that you both loved and hated, and it was so quiet that it was oddly peaceful. You liked the way the blueish-gray walls were embellished by the large paintings on the walls, one on each of the longer sides of the room. You wished you had more time to admire them both, one of the landscapes of Lotha, and the other one far more abstract with bright shades of orange, magenta, some yellow, and hints of gold on a cream-colored canvas.

You set a binder down on each spot of the table, and then you tested the light dimmers in the room. You then placed a bottle of water next to each binder, and finally, you brewed a pot of caf for the Congregation Room that you hoped would be your last, at least for that day. Still, you admitted you could use another cup of fully loaded black caf yourself.

For a while, the sound of the caf brewing was the only thing to fill your ears. You watched the rich, dark droplets falling into the pot and filling it, letting your mind get some sort of rest. You had the strange feeling that you'd been worked to the bone and yet you hadn't accomplished anything that day... that was a feeling you got very often in your job.

"Strange to see two very opposing art pieces put together in one room," a deep, male voice inundated your senses, rich and luxurious like the caf filling the pot in front of you.

Despite the voice's velvet qualities, you jumped up on the spot, startled, and you turned to face its source.

"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you," he said. He was a tall Chiss man in a white uniform, his profile frame facing you as he faced the painting of the landscape of Lothal's countryside. His posture was regal, with his hands placed behind his back, resting in lightly formed fists. "It would seem a more traditional choice to have paintings that are similar to one another, enough for them to complement but not cause any redundancy."

When he finished speaking, the man looked at you, his deep crimson gaze both gentle and penetrating on you.

"Would you agree?" He asked you.

You didn't have an idea of what to answer, and even if you did, you were stunned. You'd never crossed paths with someone like him before - his aura was intoxicating, and the fact that he had deemed you worthy of addressing spiraled in your mind. Any other imperial would have looked at you over the nose and deemed their time too important to waste on a mere assistant.

"I-I-" You paused to clear your throat, cursing your sudden inability to speak. "I have indeed seen that tendency in other places, just not here. Personally, I like the other painting a lot more."

Your mind began to race as you worried whether you were supposed to salute him or do anything, but it would depend on his rank. You figured standing up straight and not making a further fool out of yourself would suffice, but you looked over at the plaque over his chest just to be sure.

It wasn't a pattern or a rank you recognized. Had that man smitten you that hard?

He gave you the hint of a smile before turning around and looking at the other painting, the abstract piece, and he took his time to admire it. You wondered if perhaps you should offer him a cup of caf, ask him if he was there for the staff meeting, comment more on the painting... you had no clue.

But the silence was suffocating you, and you knew you wanted to hear more of his luscious voice. You looked at the plaque on his chest and took your best guess at his rank judging by the sequence of colors - you didn't get to be assistant to the Governor without memorizing imperial structure level well before.

"Admiral," you stammered minimally, "is there something I can help you with?"

Slowly, his frame turned towards you, his lips again curved ever so slightly. "It is Grand Admiral, actually."

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks - even your best guess based on your experience didn't save you from messing up in front of the greatest force of nature that facility had seen in a while.

"O-oh, I apogolize--er, apologize," you stuttered.

You wanted to scream, so you resorted to just doing it internally. It then dawned on you who this man really was based on his rank alone. The reason your morning had been so hectic was standing right there in front of you, watching you squirm. This was the man Governor Pryce would answer to from now on. Grand Admiral Thrawn. You straightened your back at the realization and bowed your head shortly before looking him in the eyes again, and much to your surprise, he seemed amused with you. Not in the high-and-mighty way, but rather, it was almost as if something about you was endearing.

"You may be at ease," Thrawn said. "I would like to hear your thoughts on this abstract piece. You said you prefer this over the other one."

You breathed in before speaking and hoped your language skills didn't fail you again, and you took just a couple of paces closer to him, allowing yourself to view the painting better.

"Well, I'm no expert," you warned.

"You do not have to be," Thrawn mused. "Appreciation of the arts can be enhanced by knowledge, but the true purpose of art is to produce sensations in the viewer. Any insight you may have to share is valuable."

You looked at the painting again and found it in yourself to relax. "I like the warmth of the colors. And their livelihood, too. It makes me think of freedom, and the gold flecks seem to speak about the beauty of that freedom, as well as the luxury of having it."

"This desire of freedom speaks to you?" He asked you.

You then realized you were talking about lacking freedom to an Imperial Grand Admiral, and you felt your already racing heart quicken.

"I'm grateful for my work and I have no complaints," you corrected despite your many complaints about your boss that morning, easing yourself back into what the painting produced within you. "It's just that... the bright pinks and oranges are hard not to notice in the middle of these gray walls... they can become confining after too many hours in them."

"Hm," Thrawn hummed. "I always prefer having a view myself. I share your sentiment."

You figured having a Grand Admiral's agreement on an art matter was the biggest compliment you'd get that day.

"Might I ask," you began, "what do you think of it?"

Thrawn side-eyed you, but the attitude with which he did it seemed pleased, as well as intrigued with you. He then looked at the painting again. "This color palette reminds me of a current I've been witnessing in none other but rebellious efforts. There is a certain diversity to it, as well as the clear nature of abstract art mirroring the rebellion itself. Your observations of the contrast of the color with the gray of our facilities and the need for freedom only confirm to me that I was not far off with my own initial interpretation."

You were dazed, and the need to speak more plunged into you like thorns.

"How interesting," you said with an airy voice. "For these sorts of emotions to be manifested to multiple people in a similar way."

"Yes," Thrawn said. "Though current context may have some influence on this... collective perception."

Before the conversation could advance, you heard the sound of Governor Pryce's voice approaching from down the hall, her words quick and frantic, clashing with your and Thrawn's aura like nails scratching smooth stone. Soon enough, Pryce appeared at the door of the room with a large number of Imperials behind her, and though she was relieved to find Thrawn there, you could tell she was displeased at the sight of you standing with him.

"Grand Admiral, please excuse the lack of hospitality," Pryce said as she glared at you.

"Not at all, Governor Pryce, I have been well-received," Thrawn said; you could have sworn you noticed him glance at you as he did.

Regardless of Thrawn trying to ease some of the weight off you, the last thing you wanted was to have Pryce suspect anything less than decent coming from you. But fortunately, you noticed Pryce scanning the room, hopefully noticing everything was set up exactly according to her instruction. And now that she had come to you, it wasn't necessary for you to go out and look for her like she'd told you earlier.

Pryce suppressed a scoff. "Yes, well, it appears this room has been prepared properly for your arrival." She then faced the rest of the Imperials behind her. "Please come in. My assistant will help accommodate you."

You understood the instruction and acknowledged Thrawn one last time before walking over to the doorway and directing multiple people towards their chairs around the table. Before Pryce took her own seat, she approached you and leaned in close to your shoulder - your mind raced with the question of whether she would congratulate or choke you.

"You are not to be left alone with the Grand Admiral again, do you understand?" She whispered, but the aggression of her tone was anything but inconspicuous.

"Yes ma'am," you acknowledged without trying to offer any explanation in return.

"Stay here at the back of the room," Pryce ordered. "Oblige to any request these officers may have. I don't want slip-ups."

"Yes, ma'am," you repeated.

"And this goes without saying, but none of what you are about to hear us discuss leaves this room," Pryce added. "This is of the highest confidentiality."

You nodded. "I understand, ma'am."

You knew Pryce was mad at finding you alone with Thrawn, but if she still kept you at that meeting, you had no reason to fear you'd be unemployed tomorrow. The meeting took hours, all through which you kindly obliged to whatever was needed from you.

And you felt crimson eyes on you all the while.

*

The morning after, bright and early, you arrived at your office and noticed a surprise on your desk. Pryce was nowhere to be seen, but on top of the stack of folders and datapads waiting for you to check on them, there was a bag over your desk with a delicate parchment on it that had your name written in ink. It looked large enough to hold a gown, and you remembered Pryce had mentioned something about you having an outfit for the welcoming gala you'd attend that night.

Pryce got me a dress? Employer review season must be coming up.

You pushed the jokes aside in your brain and decided to be more appreciative. Besides, it was far more likely Pryce would rather give you what she wanted you to wear before risking letting you make a poor fashion choice, thus surely rendering the welcoming gala a complete, unsaveable failure.

You took the parchment from the bag and noticed the other side of it had more writing on it.

Art deserves to be appreciated.

You felt your heart skip a beat and the oxygen leaving your head. That dress wasn't from Pryce, it was from Thrawn. It made you all the more motivated to unzip the dress bag and look at what was inside, and you felt your breath leaving your body when you saw the exquisite black fabric of the long gown. The outer layer of the dress was primarily lace, with sequins and beads very discreetly forming delicate flower forms every few inches. You knew it was high couture when your fingertips brushed the fabric, the quality evident under your touch—you tried not to think how much it cost.

Were you even supposed to accept a gift like that? You weren’t sure. It might not even fit, and even if it did, maybe you were expected to return it after the gala.

But who were you to refuse a request from a Grand Admiral? It’s not as if Pryce hadn’t told you to oblige to anything those Imperials the day before, and to your knowledge, that included Thrawn.

That day at work didn’t have you running up and down the facility like the day before, constantly required at Pryce’s side, beck, and call, but the workload didn’t stop. Between comms regarding structure changes, further details being given to the public, overseeing preparations for the gala and familiarizing yourself with the guestlist of the event, and the routine work you always did day to day for Pryce, you were hardly able to leave your desk.

But all that made the end of the day much sweeter, and when you were off your shift, you hurried home with the gown in hand. Quickly, you showered, dried your hair and styled it for the night, dolled yourself up with makeup and perfume, and at last, it was time for the dress. You were suddenly nervous about the dress not fitting, but when you tried it on, it slipped on you with ease and hugged your silhouette beautifully. The crop of the dress was perfect for your body type, and it accentuated your curves in all the right places.

Either Thrawn had someone investigate all your measurements to find the perfect fit, or he was able to eye you up and down and determine that for himself. Either way, your heart began to race. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention you were getting.

You grabbed a pair of shoes that went well with the dress and added some finishing touches to yourself, and you still had about an hour to spare before the time Pryce had asked you to be at the facility pre-event. You were out your door regardless. You figured, for an event like that, arriving sooner couldn’t hurt if only it meant having a bit more control over it.

As Pryce’s assistant, you’d been to the higher levels of the capitol a few times before for events of the sort, but you’d never seen the place decorated like it was now. The burgundy walls looked even more opulent with the warm golden lighting, and there were several tables laid out around a dance floor, each one decorated with similar burgundy, wine, and gold motifs with extravagant floral centerpieces and delicate glassware for each member that would occupy a spot in them. At the head of the dance floor there was an elongated table whose decoration matched that of the others, with exactly seven seats on it. Your chest fluttered when you glanced at the middle seat. Your day of overseeing preparations for the event had made you all too familiar with who would be occupying that spot.

You still had a job to do. You made sure the logistics team was spot on with last-minute arrangements, verifying there was enough food and wine for everyone who would be there. You went to confirm that every sound, music, and holo-projection worked properly and no one would be embarrassed on behalf of technical difficulties. Because of you, everything was spot-on well before any guests started arriving.

Timely as always, the first one to do so was Pryce. She donned an elegant gown, but as elegant as she looked, she still had that authoritarian air to her, rather than the aura of someone who went to enjoy herself. And she looked around the room not turning up her nose at anything; it seemed she was satisfied with your work for the time being. She walked up to you, and although you’d done a good job, you knew not to expect congratulations from her.

“Perform routine checks every fifteen minutes,” she instructed. “Light, sound, refreshments, staff—we need full stock at all times.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you replied.

It was only then that Pryce stopped and looked at you up and down.

“Where did you get a gown like that?” She questioned. “You look like a guest.” “It just happened to be lying around,” you answered. No way were you about to tell her it was a gift from Thrawn.

“Yes, well, good on you for matching the event’s elegance,” Pryce said. “I shall leave you to your duties. I need to receive the guests at the door, but you’ll need to take them to their places.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear Pryce had just complimented you in some way. Regardless, you obliged to her orders and powered up your datapad to view the seating charts, and soon enough, everyone began to arrive. You were grateful you’d chosen a comfortable pair of shoes for the night, otherwise your feet would have already been killing you from walking up and down the room taking everyone to their places. You were unaware of how much time had gone past, but it seemed like you’d successfully gotten almost everyone to their chairs. The next time you were at the entrance to receive your next guest, you glanced down at your datapad to get a clearer vision of how many seats were still empty.

You then looked up to find crimson eyes staring at you, and you were unable to control the smile that curved your lips. In turn, Thrawn’s gaze traced your entire silhouette, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume didn’t escape him. His faint smile held triumph; he was always pleased when his plans worked out according to his machination.

“May I lead you towards your seat?” You asked him.

He nodded and, to your surprise, Thrawn held out his arm bent at a right angle and offered it to you. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, puzzled.

“A lady must never cross a ballroom such as this unescorted,” he said to you.

If you hadn’t been working that night, you already would have given out.

You obliged to Thrawn’s offer and linked your arm in his as you led him towards the long table at the top of the dance floor. It was hard to ignore the looks you were getting, and you were privy to the confusion in the eyes of many of the people who were looking your way, no doubt questioning themselves why such a lovely lady at the arm of the Grand Admiral was also clearly an employee. You were certain that if they hadn’t already seen you leading them to their spots with a datapad in your hands, you would have been mistaken for Thrawn’s plus one.

You reached the table and gestured at the middle seat, where Thrawn sat in all his regality. With a final nod of acknowledgement, you smiled at him and made your way back towards the entrance, aware of the fact that you swayed your hips slightly more than usual as you walked away.

Hours wore on. Your management of the event was spotless, and everything was on schedule. The food during dinner was warm, and no one was left waiting obscenely long for a refill of their drink. Speeches were made by the staff, including Pryce and Thrawn himself, talking not only about the supremacy of the Empire but also the great plans they had in mind for Lothal—but you’d already heard enough of that during the meeting the day before.

After dinner and all the formalities, the gathering turned more festive and people took to the dance floor to sway to the elegant string music. From that point on, the night also relaxed for you and the rest of the staff, as everyone was mostly just minding their own business. You stood at the corner of the room watching as everyone danced, and you couldn’t help but search for Thrawn with your gaze. A part of you hoped not to find him dancing with another lucky woman, but you shook the thought away. He wasn’t on the dance floor anyway.

In fact, you couldn’t spot him anywhere.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Pryce rushed to you, seemingly concerned.

“You need to get General Perkins some water, now,” she said.

You nodded and pulled your datapad out. “Getting a waiter on it now—”

“No,” Pryce interrupted. “No, the man is drunk out of his mind. I fear what he’ll do if he’s confronted by a waiter. You at least look the part of a partygoer.”

“O-okay,” you obliged.

“Hurry,” Pryce growled before walking off.

You partly understood the urgency; you didn’t want a drunk imperial on your hands either. You hurried over to the bar and filled two glasses with water and carried both on a tray with your data pad on the other hand. You tried to make your way around the dance floor, but everyone was gathered around the tables at the edges, and from afar, you noticed General Perkins already beginning to swoon in his seat, his eyes threatening to close as he laughed absently.

Yeah, no wonder Pryce had told you to hurry. The dance floor wasn’t as crowded anyway—you figured you had better chances going through it.

You came to regret your decision when, halfway across the dancefloor, another less than graceful Imperial general crashed into you. You managed to keep your balance and not fall, but your datapad was knocked out of your hand and slammed to the floor loudly. The water from both of the glasses splashed all over you, and the glasses shattered on the floor scandalously followed by the clanking of the silver tray after them.

Everyone around you took several steps back, leaving you exposed. The general who’d crashed into you disappeared without acknowledging you, and you were the sole center of embarrassment, feeling as the blood rushed to your face. You wanted to hide, but multiple pairs of eyes pierced into you, judging you, whispering amongst themselves words you didn’t even want to speculate.

Pryce rushed towards you and glanced at the scene before glaring straight into your soul.

“You’re fired,” she spat, and as she left, she gestured at two nearby waiters to clean up the mess.

Your chest heaved up and down as you processed what had just happened, and just as you were about to run away from the scene, you felt your hand being taken and an arm gripping swiftly at your waist. You gasped when Thrawn came into your view in front of you, holding you up despite what had just happened, and you could almost feel everyone’s soul leaving their body. Before Thrawn met your gaze, he looked over at the band and with a single nod instructed them to begin playing. When the music resumed, Thrawn’s gaze finally met yours, and he led you across the dance floor, spinning you and waltzing with you, becoming one with the music.

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes on him were dreamy. “Why are you doing this?”

He smiled at you, purposefully spinning the two of you more elaborately. “Dance, my darling. Dance.”

Exhaling all the tension in your chest, you smiled up at Thrawn and let him dance you away.

Around you, couples began to swarm to the dance floor once more minding the waiters cleaning up the shattered glass. In the second plane, you could hear the drunken general already making a mess, but that wasn’t your problem anymore now that Pryce had fired you. You simply let Thrawn lead the way, and when you weren’t dancing with him, you were at his side with your arm in his, holding a glass of champagne in your free hand that you never would have gotten as an assistant, and you actually found it in yourself to enjoy the evening.

When it was late, Thrawn led you outside to the courtyard. You both stopped and looked each other in the eyes—he towered over you, and you loved that. You smiled softly at him, eyes seemingly sparkling in the dark.

“Thank you for what you did back there,” you said.

Thrawn’s faint smile widened almost imperceptibly. “My pleasure.”

You looked down, blushing. “Thank you for the gown, too.”

Thrawn gave a low chuckle. “You look exquisite in it.”

A thought formed in the back of your mind at what he’d just said, and suddenly you found blood rushing between your legs at the idea of you being outside of the beautiful gown.

“Shall I take you home?” He asked you.

Your heart sank, but just as you were about to accept, you noticed Thrawn moving himself closer to you, his hand moving up to your cheek to gently brush your skin.

“Or perhaps… you would like to accompany me?” Thrawn suggested.

You knew you could say no, but every fiber of your body wanted to follow him wherever he could take you. Slowly, you nodded, desire already flooding your gaze, and the transition from the courtyard to his private quarters went by in a blur. You felt slightly out of touch when you stood in the opulent living room, unsure of what to do—you’d never done anything of the sort before. The place was absolutely beautiful, though, with a regal blue and silver color palette and a large window overlooking the entire Lothal skyline. The furniture inside was of the highest grade, and there were multiple paintings, crafts, and sculptures decorating the place. Not even in your wildest dreams did you picture yourself standing in a place like that, but regardless, there you were.

Thrawn gestured at the couch in front of an automatic fireplace that ignited when you sat, and he disappeared for a few moments only to return with two glasses of wine. He sat next to you, handing you your glass, setting his cup on the caf table as you took a sip from your cup. That was the best wine you’d ever tasted.

After a few moments in silence, Thrawn took your cup and placed it on the table next to his. His hands went up to cup your face where his fingertips could gently brush the hair growing out of the nape of your neck, and he leaned in to kiss your lips. You sighed into his touch and let him in. your hands brushed up his arms and past his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his upper back. Part of you expected him to push forward and take you there on that couch, but you felt Thrawn standing and pulling you along with him, pausing his kiss to lead you across the room towards his chamber. The bedroom’s opulent aesthetic matched that of the living room, and when you both entered, you noticed Thrawn pressing a control on the walls that lowered a solid gray curtain over the large window and dimmed the lights.

It was then that your gaze fell on the large bed at the center of the room, causing you to whimper softly in anticipation. You heard Thrawn chuckle softly behind you as he approached you with his fingertips softly tracing up the sides of your arms, landing at your shoulders. He swept your hair away from your neck and you felt his breath fanning over your skin, flooding you with shivers in the best way possible.

“You are gorgeous,” Thrawn whispered before kissing you just below your ear. He trailed his kisses down towards your collarbone, stopping where the fabric of your gown began only to make his way back up. You sighed in pleasure as you relished in every tingling sensation left by his lips, and before long, you felt Thrawn’s fingers beginning to undo the zipper at the side of your gown.

You felt the fabric of your dress becoming loose on your body, and as Thrawn continued to lavish your skin, he carefully slipped the dress down your curves. Your body was now exposed, with the only item of fabric left on you being a delicate pair of panties. You turned around on the spot and faced him, watching as his eyes brushed through every inch of your body with hunger. His hands were now on your waist pulling you closer to him again, and he kissed your lips with a brighter fire than before. Your hands snaked up his chest and landed behind his neck, your fingertips playing with his skin just above the rim of his neckline. Thrawn looked handsome in his white uniform, but you wanted him to be naked too.

You wondered if he could read your mind, because as you continued to kiss, Thrawn undid the buttons of his blazer and he cast it aside, proceeding to remove the shirt that covered his skin. With a light moan, you let your hands roam free towards his trousers and undid the belt, button, and zipper, and soon enough, he’d lost all the clothing on his body. You felt his fingertips curling around your panties, spreading the fabric enough to pull it down and let it fall at your feet. His hands explored your curves before he led you towards the bed, letting you lie on your back and taking his place beside you, his broad frame hovering over you.

He kissed your lips again, and you sank into the mattress below as you felt your body shiver with his touch. Thrawn’s fingertips had found your inner thighs, tracing ever so softly and igniting your senses, prompting you to spread your legs nice and slow as he continued to tease the sensitive skin leading up between your legs. You felt your pulse come alive in your clit, aching for his touch, hoping he wouldn’t keep you waiting for so long. Thrawn had been such a gentleman ever since you’d met… surely he wouldn’t let you down when he’d already been doing so well.

Thrawn’s lips curved into a seductive smile, and finally, he traced a sole fingertip from your entrance and up your cunt, dragging the wetness over your sensitive flesh. You couldn’t help the ecstatic moan that left you, and Thrawn wasted no more time. With precision, he began to rub circles around your clit slowly, letting you feel everything. As your breath deepened, your body started squirming under him, a sight he welcomed with lust. His lips were on yours again, and you kissed him hungrily. Your pants became shorter with every moment that passed, already nearing your release.

But as much as Thrawn wanted you, he wouldn’t be impatient. He would take his time, do it right, the way he approached everything else. His fingers gave your clit a rest, making you whimper in the absence of his touch. Thrawn emerged from your lips and looked into your eyes as he took his fingers down and placed them at your entrance, sliding one slender, long finger inside you and curling it, pressing your sweetest spot. Pleasure instantly flooded your senses, and you felt as if you’d just had a secret revealed to you of the magnitude of the universe itself.

No one had ever made you feel that way.

You grind your hips against his hand, aching for more friction, and Thrawn obliged. The pace with which he fingered you increased just slightly, applying more pressure to set your mind ablaze, and the rest of his hand pressed slightly on your clit, giving you some very welcome sensations on the pearl of nerves. Your tiny whimpers escalated in pitch and in frequency the closer you got, with your hands gripping his hair behind his head, until soon you felt yourself tightening around his finger and your body quivering. Your whimpers became uncontrollable moans, each filled with burning ecstasy. Your head pressed back onto the pillow, and as your body shook, you felt your wetness dripping out between your legs as you rode out your orgasm, never wanting it to stop.

Before you were overstimulated, Thrawn retrieved his hand and pulled you towards him. Now he was lying on his back and you were sitting on the bed, panting to catch your breath. He pulled you closer, prompting you to get on top of him, and you stopped only momentarily to gasp at his erection, long and hard and ready for you. You placed your hands firmly on his muscular chest, steadying yourself, and you opened your legs and shimmied down until you felt his tip at your entrance.

A short moan escaped Thrawn when you slid yourself down on him. You were slow, taking in every moment you could as he stretched you out inside, painful and beautiful all at once. His length was fully inside you, and with a firm grip on your hips, Thrawn thrust up and down, beginning at a slow, luxurious pace. You threw your head back, moaning, then looked down to bask in the sight of his muscular build clenching and relaxing with his movements. You bent over and let your lips kiss whatever spot of Thrawn’s skin was in reach, and the new position gave you a mind-blowing angle for his length to lavish your inner walls, brushing past the spots he’d already left so sensitive from your previous orgasm. Thrawn’s pace quickened, nuzzling your face so that your lips could find his, and locked in a kiss, you continued basking in the bliss.

His hands then firmly grasped your ass and he turned you over on the bed, now on top of you. While Thrawn’s pace had initially been that of a gentleman, slow and at your service, you could tell he’d decided to let go of any bars holding him. His hips hammered into you faster, his teeth baring in a hungry grimace as a single low growl escaped him, and in return, you whimpered delicately as you let him have his way with you. Thrawn was moving faster than you ever could have thought possible for any man, but even that thought would be erased from your mind when you saw white. Your long, ecstatic moans filled the entirety of his quarters when your walls clenched around his girth and your body quaked underneath him, with his name and his rank escaping you loosely before those words became nothing but helpless little whines.

As Thrawn felt himself approaching his release, he lowered himself down on you to kiss your lips. You whimpered into him just as your second orgasm had died down, escalating obscenely quickly into a third one, the sensations peaking when your orgasm blended with his and you felt him release inside you before he relaxed his body on top of you.

After such an endeavor, you had no headspace left for anything but lying there beside him. You heard Thrawn whisper a few words to you, but you couldn’t make sense of any of what he said. The last thing you could register as you curled up on your side was the feeling of a blanket being draped over you and a pair of lips softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, and after that, you were done for the night.

Your sleep was dreamless, and when you woke up the morning after, you didn’t see Thrawn beside you. As you sat up, you felt a beautiful lingering soreness between your legs, and you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you remembered the events of the previous night, not just your time alone with Thrawn, but everything that led up to it. The curtain had been lifted from the window, and you saw outside that the sun was well up in the sky, and yet, you didn’t have a worry in the world.

You got out of the bed with the blanket wrapped around your body, and on the nightstand, you noticed a tray with a piece of bread, a glass of juice, and a tiny vase with a single red rose on it. You grinned brightly and felt your cheeks getting hot, and you reached for the little parchment that rested beside the plate of bread, smiling as you read the fine calligraphy.

Have a beautiful day. See you tonight.

You lay on the bed again, smiling with a dreamy sigh and holding the parchment in your hand as you let your mind wonder what you’d do with your newfound time and freedom until the night came and you could see your lover again.

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Destroyer of Worlds (Thrawn x reader)

I missed writing for the doofus.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader is mayhaps a war criminal? (unsure), interrogation, Thrawn and Reader are playing 4d chess with each other, no Y/N, can be read as Platonic or Pre-Relationship

"Doctor, so good to see you." Yularen's voice was warm as he settled into his seat, "how have you been?" He asked, his folded hands coming to rest on the table in front of him.

"Been better, in all honesty, Colonel," The 'doctor' replied with a weary smile, her hands also folded on the table before her. "I'd shake your hand but, ah," she lifted her hands up and jangled the binders hung on her wrists.

Yularen smiled ruefully, a sad look in his eyes that caught Thrawn's attention, "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances," The doctor bowed her head and mumbled a soft 'me too' that Thrawn barely caught.

"I assume you'll introduce me to your companion here?" She asked, raising her head sharply. Her eyes landed on Thrawn and he couldn't help the feeling that settled over him. Her eyes were so...piercing. He felt examined beneath her gaze. The chiss found himself speaking before Yularen could.

"I am Admiral Mitth'raw'nuroudo," he said evenly, meeting the young woman's gaze head on, "but you may address me as Thrawn for the time being."

"Thrawn," she repeated, testing the sound in her mouth. He could see the gears turning in her mind, searching for an origin she could never know. "I'm afraid your name is not familiar to me, nor is your species. You're not a Pantoran, are you?"

Thrawn smiled despite having heard the comparison a hundred times before. Somehow, he sensed the young doctor before him was being ironic. "No, I am not. I am a chiss."

She hummed, "A chiss, huh? Can't say I've ever heard of your species, I'm afraid." She looked away from him then, returning her gaze to Yularen. Thrawn felt his brow start to furrow as he realized - she was lying. "Now, tell me, Admiral, what am I here for?"

Yularen sighed and leaned back in his seat, a weariness on him that Thrawn was not sure he'd ever seen in the man before. "You know why you're here, Doctor."

"Pretend I don't, sir." The doctor smacked her lips, leaning forward on the table. For a moment, Thrawn wasn't sure Yularen would answer her. They sat in silence for a few seconds, each eyeing each other with the same mix of respect and reservation.

Eventually, Yularen broke. "You are here because you have been accused of treason against the Empire." The man said evenly. His voice was cool and professional, contrasting with the personable way he had spoken to her mere moments ago.

While Thrawn knew of this woman before him, he couldn't say he was an expert on her by any stretch of the word. But he could tell for certain that she was not surprised. Her lips drew into a thin line and Thrawn could see the slight indents of her teeth as she worked her bottom lip. She had something to say but was physically restraining herself.

"Luckily," Yularen continued when it became clear that the doctor was not going to say anything, "Moff Tarkin has agreed to let me make you an offer instead of taking you to trial."

Now, that had surprised her. Thrawn watched as her eyebrows twitched up and she released her lip. "An offer?" She repeated, glancing momentarily at Thrawn. A small spark of appreciation blinked to life in his mind, she'd caught on very quickly.

"Colonel Yularen has told me much about your career, Doctor," Thrawn began, pulling her attention to him, "I believe you would be instrumental in the completion of a project I am working on."

She stared at him for a long time and Thrawn couldn't help but feel pierced once again. Her eyes held an intensity he didn't know how to describe. It was clinical and nonchalant all at once. He could feel her studying him as he regarded her. She didn't trust him, that was obvious, but she wasn't dismissing him outright.

"What kind of 'project'?" She asked at length, still holding him in that analytical stare.

Thrawn found himself leaning toward her, his voice dropping quieter, as he quickly pieced together what she wanted to hear. "In order for me to tell you, you would have to agree to cut all rebel ties."

She scoffed, looking away from him as she leaned back in her chair. "I don't have any rebel ties, Admiral." Another lie? Thrawn thought but immediately cast the thought aside. She didn't think it was a lie, he could tell. A sadness hid beneath her denial.

"Your Republic ties then." He amended, glancing at Yularen.

"Can't say I have any of those either, Admiral." She looked back at him for a moment before sliding her gaze to Yularen, "Unless you want to count the ones who joined the cause." Yularen cleared his throat at that and Thrawn knew that was her attempt to poke at a nerve. An attempt that had unfortunately hit its mark. Thrawn held up a hand to stop Yularen from retaliating.

"Colonel," he began, "would you mind giving us the room?"

"As you wish, Admiral," Yularen said quietly as he rose from his seat. "Good luck," With three quick steps, the older man crossed from the table in the center of the interrogation room to the door. It hissed open and slid closed ominously behind him.

Alone together, Thrawn and the doctor did nothing but eye each other for several long minutes. Her eyes flicked from him to the door a few times but she showed no other sign of apprehension at the sudden leveling of the playing fields. At length, she was the one to break her vigil.

"Alright, now tell me what this project of yours is." She demanded, crossing her legs beneath the table.

"You have not given up your ties." He pointed out.

"You haven't made a good enough offer."

Thrawn smiled, "Am I to believe you would sell yourself out that simply?"

"Believe what you like, Admiral. I know you won't let Tarkin kill me." Her face was stony and Thrawn knew in that moment that he would never have her full loyalty. But, maybe that would work.

"Do you know that?" He asked simply and watched as she stifled a roll of her eyes.

"If you didn't need something from me, I wouldn't be here. And as long as I have what you and Yularen need, you won't let Tarkin touch me." She shrugged her shoulders, "It's a simple enough arrangement."

"So you already know what I need then?" He asked, steepling his fingers against his lips.

"I have a working theory." She answered simply.

Thrawn hummed, to himself, "Yes, I believe you do." Placing his hands on the table, Thrawn rose to his feet. "What do you know about Director Orson Krennic?"

"Not much," She shrugged her shoulders and kicked her feet up onto the table to lean her chair back, "He was an upstart Lieutenant during the Clone Wars, ambitious, smart enough."

"You worked with him." Thrawn stated, starting a slow lap around the cramped little room.

"Yularen gave you my file." She watched him as he walked. "Yes, he was part of the Corps."

"As were you."

"For a time."

"You were a director, correct?" He was behind her now and could see her shrug one shoulder before she answered.

"I was only an advisor." She answered, glancing over her shoulder.

"Now, Doctor," Thrawn chided, "you and I both know that's not quite true."

"You have my file, Admiral, if you look it up you'll see it clearly states I was only brought on as an advisor." Her voice grew firm, sharper than it had been all day.

Thrawn rounded her left side and noticed how she refused to look at him. "You're a clever woman, do you really believe I do not understand how our titles seldom encapsulate all we do?"

"As far as I see it, I earned my title - you got yours from a galaxy wide bully." She put her feet down, the legs of her chair slamming down on the floor.

"So you hold ill will towards the Empire?" Thrawn pressed, coming around to face her again.

"I wish no harm upon the Empire. I simply disagree with some of the Emperor's methods." She hissed.

Thrawn placed his hands on the table between them, using his height to impose upon the woman. "Did you or did you not serve in the Grand Army of the Republic, Doctor?"

"Not in an official capacity, no." She was looking up at him now and he could see the anger brewing behind her eyes.

"But you worked with the Corps of Engineers."

"I was an advisor they brought in - an independent."

"So you held no loyalty during the war?"

"Not on paper, no."

"Not on paper?"

"No, I worked with the Republic but that was all."

"Did you ever work for the Separatists?"

"No." She was looking down now but her voice was still irate.

"Why not?" He started to sit down.

"I don't kno-"

"Would you have worked for them?"

"I suppose-"

"You suppose? What stopped you?" he interrupted.

He saw her right hand twitch into a fist. "I'm not sure-"

"Did you think they did not have a real plight?"

"No-"

"No you didn't or no you thought they did?"

"No, I did-I thought-I...The Republic offered-"

"The Republic offered you something the Separatists could not." He finished for her and watched her take a steadying breath. Her body temperature was rising. He was getting under her skin, he could see it. "If the Separatists offered you freedom, would you have worked for them?"

She did not answer.

Thrawn paused, realizing she had caught on to his line of questioning. That was alright, he had expected its effectiveness to wear off on her, anyways. "Yularen told me about you, Doctor. How you had carved a name for yourself as a masterful ship designer." She did not meet his eye. "How he found you, wasting your talents on repairing lowly maintenance droids." He looked away from her and out the observation window where Yularen stood, looking in. "How long did you have to scrounge? The Coruscant underbelly is not kind to those born low." She tucked her hands in her lap so Thrawn couldn't see her hands ball into fists. Thrawn leaned close to her. "How many weapons did the Republic force you to build?" She looked up at him. Had her hands not been bound, Thrawn was certain she would have attempted to strike him.

"How many would the Empire?" Her voice was pure ice. Thrawn pulled back slowly. "Turn the mic off." She demanded, not breaking her concentration from him. Thrawn slowly reached under the table to turn the recorder trapped on its underside off. "Thank you, Thrawn." She said simply, returning her hands, now folded together, to the top of the table. She was not looking at him but Thrawn didn't think it was out of shame. She was calculating her next move, piecing together what needed to be said in this moment. "Yularen didn't find me. I broke into the Republic compound topside to steal some parts."

"What parts?" Thrawn leaned closer, holding his hands together as well.

The woman shrugged non-noncommittally, "All sorts - I was building a ship for myself to get off world."

"Who caught you?"

"Anakin Skywalker." She laughed ruefully. "I'm not sure why he was there but he detained me on the spot. There was an investigation that led the Republic to my warehouse."

"Yularen vouched for you?"

"Tarkin, actually." She finally looked up at him and Thrawn could see the grief behind her eyes. "Back when he was decent, anyways." She sucked on her teeth for a moment before resuming. "He pointed out that it would be better to press me into service instead of letting me rot. I earned my doctorate with the Corps."

"You did not join the Republic willingly?" He tilted his head. She shook hers.

"Then why are you loyal to them now?"

She was thoughtful, staring off into some unknown point in the room while she mulled over her answer. Thrawn took the opportunity to examine her more closely. Her face had lost the shine of youth - replaced by the shadow of maturity that hung heavy on her heart. She had seen horrors, she had made most of them.

"Why are you here, Thrawn?" Her question surprised him for a moment. "Chiss aren't known to interact with our side of the galaxy."

Thrawn felt his eyebrows raise. He had known she'd lied to him but he was surprised she came clean about it. "My reasons are my own, Doctor."

"As are mine." She answered, finally meeting his eye again. "What kind of project are you working on?"

He bowed his head. They had reached an accord at last. "One that should significantly reduce civilian casualties going forward."

"The Death Star cannot be made, Thrawn."

"I agree, Doctor. That's why I need your help. You worked with Orson Krennic on the early construction of the weapon. You know it's faults better than anyone else."

"You want me to stop him?" She asked, genuine surprise in her voice and Thrawn felt a small twinge in his heart. She sounded almost hopeful. Was he the first one to agree with her?

"That would be treason, Doctor." He said simply and watched her smile fade. "I need you to help prove it to the Emperor." The doctor stared at him, so he continued. "The Death Star is too costly and presents an obvious target. I am working on a series of Tie-fighters that would make all combat more effective, thus eliminating the need for such a weapon."

"You would only target military?" He bowed his head and watched the gears turn within hers. "You're not loyal to the Empire." She whispered under her breath. Thrawn felt himself smile.

"I have greater allegiances." He reached a hand out to her. The doctor examined his palm for a moment, her thoughts unknown before she slowly clasped her hand around his.

"I will help you, Thrawn." She said carefully, looking him in the eye. "So long as the galaxy is at stake."

"I appreciate your cooperation, Doctor. We will have much work to do." He squeezed her hand tightly and watched a small smile creep into her lips. At length, he released her hand. "Shall I invite Yularen back in?" When she nodded, Thrawn rose to his feet and crossed to the door to let the Colonel back in.