#mitth’raw’nuruodo x you

[vibratingskull]

Hello! 👋 I have a request if you don't mind. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Thrawn x f!reader reunion sex. F!reader was with Morgan, Bylan, Shin, and Sabine in finding Thrawn cause that's her man and she misses him and when they reunite, they have passionate alone time together 😏

Mmmmmmmmh 😋 smexy times with Thrawn, you have such good tastes anon. Plus Lars interpretation is DOING THINGS to me 😩🥵

Thrawnxf!reader

tag : reunion sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, she/her reader and a bit of fluff

“What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us.” He casually says, closing the gap between him and the group with his signature smirk.

You straighten your back, gulping, your heart beating at 100 miles per hour.

Finally.

After ten years.

You can see him in all his glory.

Thrawn…

Your heart screams to throw yourself at him, everyone be damned, but it is a bad idea. None of them are aware of your relationship with Thrawn, you took great care in hiding that from them. This info is too sensitive to be known by anyone. Morgan would have tried to get rid of you if she knew, her thirst for power and glory pushing her to follow and obey Thrawn in all matters, but she’s not without deviances and you don’t trust her enough, Thrawn didn’t trust her enough either to reveal your relationship to her back in the Empire.

But you, you know her.

She always struck you as an odd choice for Thrawn to take as a protégé… She always lacked the genius he saw in Vanto and Faro, maybe it’s her undying loyalty that resembles obsession that pleased him? You doubt it. He surely only took her under his wings to know more about the Force and fight the jedis more efficiently.

“Great mothers, I salute you. Soon we should all escape this exile thanks to the help of Morgan Elsbeth.”

Oh that voice… so soft and melodic like in your memories. How much you yearned to hear it again. It makes you want to run into his arms and hug him tightly, to jump in his embrace and kiss him deeply.

But that would be stupidly dangerous. Elsbeth is too savage and you don’t feel those… Great Mothers. Something tells you they are the kind to exploit any weakness.

The discussion continues while your eyes remain on your man, your treasure, your cha’cah… He’s old. He seems tired and weary, his uniform is patched up. The weight of years really makes itself felt despite his haughty demeanor.

But to you he’s never been so handsome.

Nothing could compare to him and the moment of your reunion.

This instant is magic, timeless.  A fairy tale. You feel light bubbles in your stomach. But you have one lingering fear…

“And you are?” he asks Baylan, clasping his hand behind his back as you remember him doing.

“Mercenaries” Morgan explains “Baylan Skoll, and his apprentice Shin Hati.” She presents them, they bow lightly to him, remaining humble. “And (Y/n)(F/n), but I think you already know her.” 

You take a step forward and bow respectfully to him, a sour taste in your mouth. What if his sentiment faded during this ten years exile? What if he found comfort in the arms of one of his stormtroopers? What if you’re just too old for him now?

You look into his eyes as you raise back your head, he glares back at you with a light grin.

“I do remember. We used to work closely to defeat the enemy of the Empire together.”

“Indeed, Grand Admiral.” You nod humbly.

Oh to be close, you were close. As close as you can be. He takes his time to gauge you up and down with his little grin before turning back to Baylan.

“Then you must be General Baylan Skoll, of the Jedi order.”

----------------------------------------------------

You're fidgeting your fingers, laying on the bed. 

You can’t sleep. 

You’re well awake under the covers, eyes fixated on the stone ceiling of the cold room, mulling over your situation.

You find him! A hunt of ten years just ended, and you hoped for… more? Just after finishing the presentations Thrawn and Morgan locked themself in a room to strategize your next moves. Baylan, Shin and you were left arms dangling without anything to do. You tried to access the Chimaera to visit your old room but the captain, Enoch, stopped you and escorted you back to the stone citadel without a word.

You’re not welcome in the Chimaera anymore it seems.

Are your fears correct?

Did he find someone else?

You sigh deeply, turning in the cover again.You try not to think too much about it, you wished you could ask him for an explanation but each time you tried to enter the room a soldier stopped you. And you don’t think he would have appreciated to be disturbed in his brainstorming session for heart matters.

You bite your lips, feeling tears building behind your eyes. Even after ten years that still hurts like hell. You hoped for an explosive reunion, but you got a nod and a grin before getting ignored and relegated to a goon status. If only you could just cross path with him in the corridors, just one discussion to clear the air and know your situation for certain, if only-

You hear knocks at your door.

You raise your head. It’s almost 3am, who would come at this hour?

“Coming!” You shout, praying for it not to be Enoch with bad news.

You open your door to Thrawn, hands behind his back, and a serious gaze.

“Oh…” That’s all you can say, you thought he was already sleeping.

Apparently the session with Morgan only ended moments ago.

“May I enter?” he politely asks.

You step to the side, signaling him your permission. He enters slowly, like he’s discovering the room. You close the door and cross your arms, as much to protect you from the cold than to protect yourself from what he could throw at you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, a little anxious.

He spins on himself, turning to you.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. Nothing has ever been this brighter in ten years.”

You smile a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess finally seeing your rescue group must lift a heavy weight off your shoulders.”

“It is true. But I was not referring to that.” he counters. ���Approach.”

You tilt your head, walking toward him. He extends his hand to you and you take it, wondering what he wants. He inspects your left hand and a smile graces his lips.

“You are still wearing your wedding ring.” you think you hear some relief in his tone but you can’t be sure.

“Yes. I kept it for all those years.” you admit.

“Does it still have value in your eyes?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?” you frown.

“Your ring. Does it still hold any meaning to your heart?” he demands with gleaming eyes.

After a hesitation you nod.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

He looks into your eyes, as to see if you were lying and sighs of relief.

“You ease my heart.” he takes his left hand from behind his back into your hand, revealing his own ring “I kept mine too. It reminded me of you everyday.” He kisses your hand reverently.

You observe his ring on his finger, feeling your heart dilating with relief. 

He didn’t forget you…

“Thank Maker.” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Cha’cah.” you reopen your eyes, feeling his warm palms on your cheek “I am blissful to see you. I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too.” you throw yourself in his arms, circling him tightly.

He squeezes you against his heart, kissing the top of your head.

“I am here, cha’cah. And I am not going anywhere this time.”

You raise your gaze to meet his, full of hope.

“You promise?” you hear your voice crack “I already lost you once, I won’t survive losing you a second time.”

“I promise cha’cah. From now on we will remain together, fight together, rule together…” he tries to appease you.

“I don’t care about ruling anybody, it’s you that I want!” You bury yourself against him, digging your nails in the fabric of his white uniform like he would evaporate. You don’t care about any powers, all you came here for is to bring him home, you will think about power after.

“You are right as always. I am sorry. This is the most important.” He murmurs as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

He looms over you with his height, shielding you with his large shoulders. You start hearing a faint purr as he breathes in your musk.

“You smell lovely.” he finally says after a minute of silence.

“Yeah right!” you giggle “I’m sweaty and there aren't any showers here.”

“Well it is lovely nonetheless.” He inhales again with a growl of satisfaction “It is doing things to me…” he sighs deeply satisfied.

He starts kissing your exposed neck as you chuckle.

“Doing things to you? What happened to my unshakable Grand Admiral?”

“Maybe the unshakable Grand Admiral would like to revel in your delights.” he says lowly, pushing you gently against a wall.

You’re pressed between the cold stone and the large wall that is his chest, he kisses your neck, your jaw, stops to devour you with his red gaze and finally kisses your lips. You close your eyes to savor it, opening your mouth to let him enter. His tongue passes past your lips to hug and dance with yours. You  moan against his soft lips, indulging yourself in the languorous kiss. His purr grows louder, a hand in your hair to press your lips against his, his other hand snakes its way in your back to pull your body against his. You circle his shoulders with your arm, a hand passing in his hair, dishevelling him. The kiss became heavy and feverish, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your bare skin with his warm palm. You part with him to start unbuttoning his jacket with haste, barely containing your desire to simply tear it apart to gain access to his body. Thrawn chuckles darkly.

“I do not remember you so hasty.”

“We didn’t have 10 years to compensate.” you counter, you wince because a stupid button refuses to open.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and opens it for you, taking his sweet time deliberately. 

“I don’t wanna play tonight.” you say between a plea and an order.

“You are right, this is cruel of me.”

He finishes to open his jacket at a more acceptable pace and take it off, leaving himself in his signature black tank top.

“Maker, your taste in fashion hasn't evolved in ten years.” you giggle.

He sighs and tackles your feet. You yelp in surprise, losing your balance but he catches you with expert hands and carries you bridal style to your basic bed. He lays you down, looming over you like a predator and kisses you again, pulling your shirt over your breast and sliding your bra under it to expose your sensitive tits. He lapps them avidly, licks across the mount and sucks them like he would gulp down a treat, groping them with his large warm hands. You whimper and arch your back under his ministrations, how right does it feel to feel him on you again…

He kisses your tit and passes to the other, giving it the same treatment while massaging the first one. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you feel your pussy starting to leak with your slick and soaking your undergarment. You want his lips and hands everywhere on you at the same time, you want to feel the weight of his body on yours, pining you into place, you want him deep inside you.

“Hurry… Please hurry…” you whimper as his tongue works on your nipple.

“No.'' He berates you gently “I have been deprived of you for so long, let me enjoy it as I please.” He slowly trails his way down your stomach with his tongue, leaving a trail of fresh saliva from your breast to your tummy. He reaches the hem of your pants and takes a good lick at your venus mons with the flat of his tongue. He kisses it swiftly and opens your pants with deft hands.

“First, let me indulge myself in my favorite treat.” he says with a short breath, a rare visible sign of his excitement.

You try to raise your bust on your elbow to have a better view when he slides your panties to the side to gain access to your wet cunny. He blows on it lightly, letting the cold hair hit your sensitive bud. You whine, your pussy demanding attention urgently. He chuckles and kisses your pussy lips before taking a fat sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. You throw your head backward with a moan as he licks and laps you thoroughly, he focuses on your clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue, giving it extra intention, eating you out as good as you remember him doing. Maker, in ten years he didn’t lose his touch, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He looks straight into your eyes as he does it, unashamed, growling like a carnivore feasting on its prey. You inadvertently squeeze his head in the spasm of your thighs, his large hands come part them wide open to give him better access. You flush deeply, taking shallow breath you feel yourself trembling terribly as pleasure waves spread through your veins. He continues to tease you like a hungry man, unbothered by your trembling limbs locking his head in its place. The waves grow furious and you come on his face. You let yourself fall on the mattress, tired and ashamed.

“I’m sorry…” you whine between two gasps.

“Never apologize for that. It is exactly what I wanted and you delivered splendidly.” he purrs, working his tongue on your fold. Drinking your slick, he parts your folds and enters you and tonguefuck you thoroughly, darting and caressing your gummy spot so deliciously.

You didn’t know any other man during those ten years, you stayed faithful to him and rarely took the matter in your own hands because you were so busy working to get him back. Those ten years of abstinence got you so sensitive that one orgasm already took a toll on your delicate pussy. You grip his hair and face, trying to pull him off you but he doesn’t budge, remaining firmly in place.

“Thrawn… please…” you try.

“That is it. Call my name cha’cah, do not hesitate to scream it as you cum.” he coos, his swollen lips working on yours all puffy and soft.

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds down your hips firmly with a growl of disapprobation, warning you to never deprive him of your cunny. He purposely makes the most obscenes sounds to get you hot and bothered, to let you know that it is because of you he behaves like a rabid animal in heat, that he tossed both of your dignities to indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. You moan under his skillful tongue, you are hypersensitive and already sore, how could you take another orgasm without shattering in a million pieces? Your pussy clench painfully over his tongue, you feel your muscles gorging themself with hot blood and puffing up.

“I missed that pussy.” He groans “You have no idea how much. Ten years without it was torture.”

“It… It wasn’t funny without you either.” you breathe.

“We will make up for it tonight, cha’cah. Do not worry about that.”

Oh you don’t worry about that, you worry about your spasming cunt. You feel your heart beating at max speed, ready to spring out of your ribcage. You feel your own blood beat furiously down in your core.

You come again, a powerful orgasm that tenses up all your muscles. You squirt in his mouth as you land on the mattress with a “oof”.

“Prodigious, cha’cah! You have done it!” He praises you, you can hear the warmth and the satisfaction in his voice and deep purr as he licks his lips hungrily. Thrawn adorns a smug smirk of making you cum two times. He kisses your clit and looms over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He places himself between your legs, raising up on his knees to take off his shirt and open his pants.  You wearily push yourself in a sitting position to get rid of all your clothes sticky and full of sweat. You help him with his pants, seeing the bulge in the tight fabric. It must be painful for him, you think. He frees his erection and you take it in your hand, stroking it lazily and kissing its head. You lick his blue girth from the base to the tip, peppering kisses here and there. He inhales deeply, his head back, caressing your cheek. you take him in your mouth and circle his crown with your tongue. It is warm and heavy in your mouth, it makes you drool. You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You start bobbing your head when he gently pulls you off. You look at him without understanding, pouting like a child who just got denied a tasty candy.

“What you are doing with your mouth is delightful, cha’cah. But I want my cock inside your pussy as soon as possible.” He rasps.

You open your eyes wide.

In your pussy? No way.

You’re already so sore, he can’t be serious.

“Thrawn…” you whine “I can’t take another one…” 

He gently pushes you back on the mattress, following you with a smirk.

“Of course you can, cha’cah. You are a big girl, you can take it and more. I trust you.” he licks and kisses your neck, weighing heavy on your more petite figure. You feel so safe under his warm, hot body.

He circles your waist with his arms and rolls on the side, pulling you on top of him.

“Ride me, my love. Take control.” He instructs.

You feel his dick poking at the plumpness of your ass, hard as a rock. You cry, your legs are already trembling, you don’t know if you can even ride him properly. You sigh and tiredly raise from your laying position to grasp him and align him with your sex. You ease yourself slowly on him, opening your mouth round at the full sensation. 

Maker, he’s big! You forgot how much.

You’re stuffed to the brim, you can’t take more. His hands come caressing your waist to ease your muscles.

“You are doing great, cha’cah. Ride me as you please, what you want I will give.” He praises you. 

You rise up and go down slowly, letting your slick act as a lubricant and it’s hardly a luxury given his girth. You breathe deeply through your nose and continue to ride him slowly, making circling motion with your hips. He can reach every spot with ease, you feel his tip brushing your cervix, deep inside you. You moan his name pathetically, your legs are barely working and you have difficulty raising your own weight on his shaft.

“Maker, were you always so tight?” he gasps with gleaming eyes.

You ride him sloppily as best you can, with Thrawn seizing your waist to help your motion, caressing you with his thumbs. He starts rutting into you delicately, but you can feel his eagerness bubbling under his skin. Despite that he respects the pace you choose. 

When you reach the end of your rope you fall on him, gasping for air. He hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head while rutting deep inside you, one hand between your two bodies to caress your clit. You can’t move anymore, you really should work on your stamina, you think with a tired smile, letting him work. Your sore pussy is stretched to the max, your pussylips are all swollen and your abused clit is all puffy and nervous. You feel your inner muscle working to welcome his cock deep inside you, so much you feel waves in your stomach. His veiny shaft stretches you deliciously. 

“Can I take the lead?” He softly asks.

You nod with a mumble, exhausted.

He makes you roll swiftly, getting on top of you again and installs a breakneck pace all of the sudden. He knocks the air out of your lungs, hitting your cervix with ease.

“Ha! Thrawn!” You manage to speak between two powerful thrusts.

“Hold on to me, cha’cah.” He indicates, panting, pressing himself against you and merely suffocating you.

Your head hits the headboard repeatedly, as you hold on to Thrawn for dear life. The scent of sex and his musk makes your head spin and the obscene noises of flesh hitting flesh resonate in the bedroom in an obsessing fashion. You gasp and mewls and whimper and sob, digging your nails in his large shoulders, his imposing figure shielding you completely. You let your gaze travel south and see how his cock disappears inside your body, a creamy O at the base of his shaft.

He rolls his hips like a jackhammer, pushing you into the mattress like it was nothing. You fear the bed will break, it’s clearly not made to bear such activities. 

“It is so good, cha’cah. It is better than in my memories. Is it good for you too?” he asks, biting your lower lips.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you can only chant.

He plunges into you with force, at this point you’re more of a fleshlight he uses than an active participant. But you’re so exhausted, and the pleasure you feel is so great it stiffen your limbs, preventing you from moving. You feel your poor pussy getting abused, hit repeatedly by his mighty hips. 

Despite his age, he really still got it.

It transports you back in time, with your younger self making love all night long, with him nuzzling against you, begging for another round while you just layed barely moving from exhaustion. In some way it is still the same, your older self just lasted less time.

You feel your pussy clenching on his cock again, and you just know you completely soaked up the sheets. You feel your slick and his pre-cum leaking of your cunny, running along your tight ass.

He holds your cheek tenderly and kisses you feverishly, muffling your mewls with his soft lips. His tongue comes to hug yours, languidly.

You cry his name as you cum again, seeing stars behind your closed eyes, tensing around his dick like it is trying to hold it deep inside, he kisses your cheek, purring loudly, clearly satisfied by his work.

His hips start jerking and moving erratically until he freezes, completely contracted, spurting long hot ribbons of seed in you. Your pussy milks him dry for all his worth.

He peppers your face with kisses, as you try to get back your breath.

“Can I remain inside? I want to enjoy you as long as I can.” he whispers in your ear.

You slowly nod, repressing a yawn.

He slides on the side, hugging you tight. You snuggle against him, your head against his beating heart.

“It was grandiose, was it not, cha’cah?” he kisses your forehead “I could go for another round if you wish?”

 You hide your face in his chest with a pathetic whine.

“Alright.” He chuckles, “as you wish, my love." 

You remain silent for long minutes, only listening to each other breathing. You draw circle on his wide chest with the tip of your finger before taking the floor. 

"You're gonna find it stupid, but I was afraid you'd find someone else." You let out. 

"Nobody could have taken your place, you are unique in my heart." Thrawn whispers back. 

"Yet when Enoch refused me access to the Chimaera I thought our time was over." You turn your head to meet his gaze. 

His hand comes grazing your cheek. 

"I had to do… reforms to keep my troops alive. It was not against you. I will warn Enoch to give you free access to the ship first thing in the morning." He comforts you. 

You pull the cover a bit over the both of you, thinking.

"I don't like Morgan." you let out "I don't trust her."

"Me neither. But she is a necessary evil to my plans."

"Necessary to the point of isolating yourself with her for hours?"

He gives you a sidelong glance with a smirk.

"Did you become jealous during those ten years?" he asks, amused.

"Yes, terribly. I want to know what you do with her." you demand.

"We simply planned our next campaign. I would like your opinion on some moves tomorrow, I trust your strategic abilities more than hers." He boops your nose and you wince exaggeratedly.

You remember the long hours you used to spend together, strategizing carefully each move, he asked your advices regularly, taking your opinions and suggestions very seriously despite his genius. You ended up sleeping at your desk several time but he would carry you to your shared bed and hug you tight... Those were simpler, nicer times.

You smile, looking in his magnificent red eyes. 

"I love you, Thrawn." you murmur, eyes heavy with sleep. 

"I love you, Ch'acah." He kisses your forehead "Sleep well."

@thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @bluechiss

[orobaxis]

i've met a stranger today

thrawn x reader a/n: angst, meeting thrawn again…for the first time. no thoughts in my head, only thrawn.

i tracked down the artist (i think!) credits to @morri-gilmour

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you met a stranger today. donned with imperial uniform you have not seen in over a decade, the tunic worn and frayed, but so obviously handled with care. even after all these years, the chimaera was still a sight to behold: massive, magnificent, magnanimous. just like the grand admiral who governed it. the stormtroopers around you all looked formidable, despite the cracks, tears, and burns. the gold inlaid into their armor was a symbol of their remaking and their strength. the sound of a plate crashing to the floor took you back to a memory you forgot you had.

the knock on your door startled you and your grip on the plate and it cracked into pieces by your feet. you were upset, you remember, but his hands were slow and deliberate as he picked up the pieces. "thrawn, no," you told him, kneeling beside him to help him clean up, "you'll get hurt. i'll sweep it away. i'm sorry, you just startled me." outside of his uniform, and in the comfort of your home, he looked a lot more relaxed. his hair was just starting to grow, and you enjoyed running your hands through them. "it's quite alright," once again, it took something very serious to upset him, but you still felt bad, "we don't have to throw it. we can mend it instead, it's still useful." he gestured to the large pieces, trying to piece them together. "do you remember the potteries in the museum we went to?" with your nod, he continued, "they were broken, and repaired by mending the breakage with lacquered gold. those who practice that art believe and accept the idea of transience and imperfection." "and that idea that nothing lasts forever," you added, remembering what the curator told you.

you and your husband spent the remaining time you had mending it, and you had bitterly thought then that without him, a broken piece would never be mended again.

-

the soldiers chant his name. the sound of it so familiar. because that was the name you would chant too, in the dark of the night, to anyone who would listen. you didn't really know what you prayed for. maybe to see him again? or maybe you wished none of this ever happened. until finally, before you, stood grand admiral thrawn. the man you had been searching for for more than a decade. and yet.

-

and yet it's also not him.

-

you were supposed to spend your life together. how did it turn out like this? your life passed by just wondering what it would have been like if he hadn't disappeared. you mourn the life you could have had.

it should have been with him.

-

you met a stranger today. but it's weird. because you knew him very well. all of his names, personality, favourites, secrets, goals and ambitions. the things he loved to do,

and his smile that was once shared with you.

-

when thrawn finally turned to you, you saw it. the crack between the inlaid gold. his mouth opened, the only break in his stoic expression. he recognized you. and he was probably thinking that he met a stranger today too.

[readinglistfics]

there's something you should know

i fantasize about it all the time

if you were mine

i’d give this pussy to you, nine-to-five

five-to-nine

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these amazing gifs are NOT MINE!!! @tesb made them and i’m in love with the gifset!!!!!!

[m-feline]

It's finally done. My fan vid about Thrawn.

Hope you like it.

What sort animation shall I try next?

[mithresha]

My heart when he said this oh my goddddd ackkk!!!!😩❤❤❤

[vibratingskull]

oh...

Oh wow

Here’s the second part done for with for @nahoney22’s awesome fic, A Warrior’s Need. ✨

Slight NSFW, Thrawn x Reader. 💙

You can find the fic here.

[vibratingskull]

Halloween Special

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Vampirism, blood/periods blood drinking, smut, cunni, P in V, fluff

You sniff in your sleep, a deep breath escaping you. You yawn as you turn under the cover, only for your head to hit something, stopping you on your back. You wrinkle your nose, slightly opening your eyes. 

You leave out a gasp of surprise. 

Looming over you on all four, Thrawn is looking at you with his shiny red eyes gleaming in the ambient darkness, a single crude lightbulb illuminates him with a halo, his lips slightly parted to reveal his white, long teeth. Still in his pristine white uniform, he must have left the bridge only minutes ago, his red eyes slightly agitated. 

You gulp, as his shoulders rise and fall at the rhythm of his deep slow breath, a sound akin to a growl and a resonating in the walls of his throat and chest. Next to your head, you feel his hand rolling into a fist around the pillow, tearing the cotton apart. 

This look... You know very well what it means. 

“Honey?” You finally dare to ask, as if speaking would unleash his fury and he would tear you to pieces, “Are you all right?” 

He silently devours you with his carnivorous red gaze, his large chest puffing up and down as air enters and leaves his lungs.  

“Your periods are just about to start.” He explains. 

“My...?” You lower your gaze, pulling on the cover to see. 

It took you some time to understand, to accept and finally be more or less at ease with your husband’s species’ peculiar... Craving. 

But you saw how deep the hunger could seep into his flesh, how his canines could grow under hunger’s influence, how the appetite could command him once he got comfortable with you knowing that information about him. 

To think he could track you down the Chimaera by smell alone, like a hound... 

“... I do not feel any dampness yet?” You say, trying to sneak away from under Thrawn, “I will need to put on protection in this case.” 

His large hand seizes your shoulder to gently but authoritatively push you back down the mattress. 

“They will start any second now, I can scent it...” Thrawn breathes almost like an animal. His hand releases your shoulder to cup your cheek tenderly, contrasting with the sheer bestiality in his eyes, “It is driving me crazy... I scent your hormones changes all week while you paraded before all those males, I wanted to dig my fangs into your flesh before everyone, for all to see.” His thumb gently brushes your cheekbone as he hisses lowly, “For everyone to know you are mine, and mine a.lo.ne.” 

“But you are the one who did not want to reveal our marriage.” You counter, entranced by those red orbs devouring you.  

He slightly relaxes at your point. 

“Indeed. It would make you a target.” He concedes. He lowers his head to brush your two nose tips together, “But it is so hard not to cave in when times come, I wish for nothing more but to relish in the delicacies you offer. Can I?” 

You bite into your lower lips. Even in his bloodlust, your consent is at the forefront of his mind. 

“Can I?” He whispers, only for you. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

You hear a faint chuckle as he delicately kisses your forehead before feeling his body lowering back, his hands brushing your skin and sides. He pushes the cover away to reveal your body in your little shorts and strap top, making you shiver a bit in the cold room accommodating his organism. 

“Shhhhhhh...” He soothes, “You will feel warm very soon, Ch’acah. I promise you.” 

He settles between your legs, parting them on each side before pulling on your little shorts to discover your panties. You wince remembering what you are wearing but Thrawn is too focused on his prize even to notice something inconsequential. 

He pushes the hem of your top away as he lowers himself. You shiver as you feel the ghost of his breath on your lower tummy, his hands holding your sides solidly, you listen to his deep breath, hovering over your body in some trance state. You yelp as you feel the dart of his tongue giving quick little licks at your venus mound before he fondles the place of your womb, kissing it deeply and lovingly. 

“Ah...! Thrawn!” You wiggle under him as he sniggers, lapping at your exposed skin. 

“Yes my sweet, I too am restless. I cannot wait any longer, you have been pushing me on my knees the entire week...” 

He slides two fingers under the hem of your panties to pull it and release it, letting it slap your waist with an amused sound as you yelp. 

“So reactive… I will enjoy toying with you, my love.” 

He hooks the sides of your panties and pulls them along your naked legs before diving his nose into your pubes with a sigh of relief. You jolt as you feel the tip of his nose brush your little clit, your thighs spread wide for his pleasure, his long fingers caressing your inner thighs fondly. 

You feel your heart accelerating as you prepare for what is to come... 

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Thrawn exhales a breath, feeling it shortening increasingly as his heart seems to pick up the pace. He soothingly licks his teeth, feeling his two canines growing in his mouth, his nails sharpening into claws and his throat drying up. It is always a bit painful, but he focuses on the treat lying naked before him. 

This pearl of nature, this piece of art, the subject of all his darkest obsessions... 

His mind is set. 

He wants to eat and relish on your body. 

Feasting on your warm and replenishing blood.  

Drinking your essence until his lust subsides 

He feels his mouth watering at that simple thought, at the idea of digging his long fangs in your supple and tender flesh to drink at the fountain of your life. He refrains from the growing growl in his throat, but he cannot mask the shimmer of his eyes. Chiss excitement is quite unmistakable when their eyes shine brighter than usual, and even Thrawn cannot control that quirk of his body. 

He deeply inhales your musky scent, nose buried in your pubes, letting it go to his head deliciously, his hunger growing like dark waves of a furious sea. 

It isn’t like he needs liters and liters of blood each day. Several gulps can sustain him for up to a month, meaty dishes also help tremendously. Chiss learned to control their urges millennia ago, but with you, he can let go and enjoy himself with abandon. 

Right now he is about to savor his favorite treat, driving him absolutely feral. He can still taste the salt of your skin on his tongue... He can feel it tingling with expectations and desperation at what is to come. His acute sense of smell did not lie to him, you are ripe for the harvest, your exhilarating scent titillating his carnal instincts. 

He gently leaves a sounding kiss on your pussy lips, appreciating the shudder coursing through your body as a reaction. He smiles to himself and kisses it again, again and again until he takes a big and long lap at your slit. 

Delicious... And you always shudder so dramatically... 

He kisses your clit as you whine and he resumes his work, licking at your pussylips before parting them with two fingers to savor your hidden flesh, just as he loves so much. His heart jolts in joy when your thighs close around his head in a desperate attempt to keep him off, but ultimately caging him between them. He directs his focus up to your little pearl as he starts flicking it with the dart of his tongue. 

You dramatically arch your back as you moan deeply, trying to breathe under his expert touch. 

Surely, your wetness starts to leak out your sweet, sweet pussy, and with it your period blood. He digs his nails into the flesh of your thighs as the first drops of the metallic fluid hit his tongue, electrifying him to his core.  

He feels himself salivating at that marvelous combination of taste, both your slick and your blood titillating his tastebuds in glorious harmony, much to his taste. What a delicious meal you are, what a delicate prey you represent, and how generous you are with your body and blood. 

He has been dreaming about your blood for a full week, smelling your period approaching and now he can finally savor it... 

He laps rigorously, welcoming every gulp like the finest wine in his throat, feeling his fangs brushing your pussylips several times and his powerful muscles rolling under his thick blue skin. 

Blood feels like cocaine in those moments, he is wide awake and deadly conscious of everything around him, his mind is clear and all his senses are enhanced. 

And the pleasure... 

Pure waves of ecstasy wash over him, exciting his nerves, and winding up his predatory instincts. 

Arousing him tremendously. 

Subconsciously he starts humping the covers in rhythm with your mewls and whines, synchronizing his pleasure with yours, teasing his cock constricted in his pants. 

And he can already feel it swelling with your musical notes... 

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You gasp desperately. 

You feel your thighs trembling and shaking but Thrawn holds them down wide open without breaking a sweat, he only lets his head get caged because he wants it. You dig your nails into the bedsheet, threatening to tear the soft fabric apart as your mouth opens in a perfect O to let escape a silent complaint. Thrawn is eating your pussy like a pro and you can’t do anything but take it. 

You feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each passing second as he avidly drinks your slick and blood with a deranged purr that you learned to adore. You feel his long and warm tongue moving between your pussylips and teasing your little clit like he would suck on a lollipop. 

“Oh dear... Maker!” You beg your husband to slow down. 

He never slows down. 

Not when he feels your pleasure growing and growing like a volcano about to erupt. Not when he is the one carrying you toward pure raw bliss. 

Thrawn licks and savors your pussy like a rare dish that he revels in like it’s a privilege he is eager to prove his worthiness to. 

He alternates between rapid, short, and quick licks and torturous long and slow laps at your slit, then he gives attention to your tender pearl that he circles and fondles with the tip of his flexible appendage. He then kisses it passionately, making it roll between his lips, and sucks hard on your little bundle of nerves making it pulsate furiously. 

You feel your essence dripping out of you on the sheet as your blood beats in your southern muscles, puffing them up in preparation for a glorious orgasm. You can feel your very own heart beating inside your core, your inner walls pulsing and waving under the shocks of pleasure coursing your nerves and feeling infuriatingly and intolerably... empty. 

“Oh fuck...!” You mewl, almost biting your own tongue in your confusion as you feel his tongue moving up and down your sopping wet cunny. 

“What language, ch’eo Ch’acah.” He chides, amused, “Should I teach some manners to that crass mouth of yours?” He gives a treacherous lick at your clit making you jolt. 

He chuckles mockingly as he whips his tongue left and right rapidly, drumming your pearl with such ease it is almost ridiculous. You feel your core contracting abruptly each time in response, completely at his mercy. 

He kisses your clit lovingly once more before parting your folds and entering you with his tongue. 

Maker... The sounds he makes eating you out... How can they come from Grand Admiral Thrawn? How can a man with such dignity and natural elegance demean himself to such sounds, those guttural grunts and pleased growl as he gulps down your slick and blood? 

But he does. 

Oh yes, he does. 

When he goes down on you you get a full concert of the most lecherous and lewd satieted sounds you ever heard in your life, haunting your fantasies and wet dreams. 

Between your thighs, Thrawn is no more but a starving animal. And he always put on a full show for you, only for you, his Ch’acah. The only one worthy to witness this part of his person. 

You feel his tongue brushing any inner secret part of your pussy as he works diligently, no soft surface is left untouched and uncared for, he makes it a point of honor to leave you satisfied and thoroughly cleaned off once he is done with you! You cry as you feel him curb his tongue for the tip to graze your sensitive G-spot, making you even wetter so you can imagine your slick dripping of his masculine jaw. 

Usually, you pass out of pleasure and weariness while he goes on about his day, licking the remnant of blood off his pleased little grin. 

Your shaky hands grab Thrawn luscious locks to try and push him away, if only just to catch your breath for some seconds. Thrawn doesn’t budge an inch and warns you with a growl not to try again while he takes care of such urgent business! When he is between your legs he stays there until he is sure he made a sufficient job, or until he gets bored. 

So he can remain for several hours, no matter his sore jaw! 

“Just-just a second! Plea... I just need a second to breathe...!” You negotiate between pleas of ecstasy. 

His grip on your thighs tightens, piercing your soft skin with his claws and he doesn’t make any move to slow down his ministrations. 

You will take the pleasure he gives you. 

All of it! 

Until the very last drop. 

Desperate, your hands roll into fists around Thrawn’s strands of hair as you gasp for air, feeling the drops of sweat running on your skin, soiling your pajama. Any uneasy feelings your periods usually cause you are instantly melting away in the warm pleasure Thrawn provides you. 

The bedroom is filled with unspeakable sounds, whines and cries, growls and huffs, and a deep, grave purr resonating between the four walls of your intimate cocoon.  

Your walls pulse dangerously as you feel his tongue undulating inside your secret temple, gorging himself, satiating his parched throat. You jolt away each time you feel his long, sharp fangs grazing the puffy and delicate flesh of your folds like he could bite down at any moment. 

Like Thrawn would ever be so inconsiderate towards your delicate body... 

Your breath quickens as you start seeing flashing lights behind your closed eyelids, pleasure running inside your veins like red-hot lava until a powerful orgasm explodes inside your cunny, you cannot refrain from the cry of Thrawn’s name in the darkness, your toes curling as your entire body tenses up like you would break into a million pieces. 

You feel your inner muscles contracting violently and you squirt in Thrawn’s mouth to his utmost delight. 

And everything comes to a halt. 

Your entire body relaxes like all its forces vanish, leaving you like a ragdoll on the soft mattress, trembling as Thrawn finishes licking you clean, his purr clear and musical. You yelp as he kisses your convulsing pussy several times like a thankful gesture with an amused snigger. 

“Absolutely delectable, Ch’acah. Only you can satisfy me like that.” Thrawn praises, licking the pearls of blood off your scratched thighs, “But now another hunger agitates me... “ 

He raises on his knees, blood smeared on his lips that he licks consciously, his red eyes fixed on your exhausted form, revealing the consequent bulge in his pants. 

“Will you help me again, my love?” 

It isn’t unusual. Thrawn loves following a blood cocktail with lovemaking and he will keep drinking during it, giving even more taste to your blood. 

You breathe deeply, your chest rising up and down as your heart pounds in your ribcage like he would burst through, a trickle of sweat at your temples. You try to swallow as much air as possible, your mouth slightly agape, trying to calm down. You reached such a high, are you ready to climb the arcana of pleasure again right away? 

“Will you, my sweet? Help me appease the storm raging on inside of me?” 

You groan as you raise on your elbows.   

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, wondering if he will ask for your hand of your mouth. 

“Simply to lay down and let me make love to you until I am satisfied.” He lets out in a guttural voice, tinged by a deep, dark desire, “I want... No, I need to feel your pussy strangling my cock.”  

This is as much a threat as it is a promise, and you know it. 

“I could suck you off?” You propose, trying to get out of this predicament. 

Thrawn gives you a lopsided grin as he pushes you against the mattress again. 

“Your mouth can make me see heaven, but I need your sweet little pussy, Ch’acah.” He lays on you and licks the tip of your nose, purring loudly as he humps your naked pussy with his groin, “I need your delectable little cunt to soothe my lust.” 

He cups your cheeks in his large warm hands to kiss your mouth deeply, entering with his tongue to hug and dance with yours in a sensual embrace. You can taste the metallic flavor of your blood on his tongue and lips and he robs you of your air easily with his sultry kiss, letting you hear his pleasure with a long moan, pressing your crotches together in a desperate fashion to get some release. 

Your lips finally parted, a string of saliva still connecting you together. He leaves a peck on your mouth as he caresses your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“Ch’eo Ch’acah, ch'eo ch'itiseb, visot ch'acah... Will you help me once again as you do so well?” He whispers. 

You never said no to him in those moments you realize... How would he react if you refused him, you wonder. He likes taking little gulps of blood here and there, but sex spices up your blood in an entirely new fashion and he prefers this taste above everything else. 

How would he react if you took his candy from him? He woke you up in the middle of the night after all! You have all the right to go back to sleep in peace! 

You squint at him. 

But how to say no to such eyes? How to say no to this man? To your lovely husband? 

“Okay.” You consent. 

His purr deepens and he licks your cheek, plenty satisfied by your response, and raises back on his knees. He gets rid of his white jacket that he carelessly throws in some corner of the room to be forgotten with his black tank top and opens his white pants, pulling his boxer at the same time. His cock appears, swollen and hard, long and girthy, as intimidating as ever. 

You gulp. 

“You look concerned, ch’eo Ch’acah. This is nothing new for you.” He tilts his head, “I prepared you well, my sweet, do not worry about anything.” Thrawn soothes, pumping his girth roughly, spreading his precum on the entire length before seating on his ankles between your wide open legs. 

He presses his twitching erection against your swollen pussylips and lathers it with your essence. 

You wince. 

“Be careful, please.” You plead, a tad worried. 

He is always a challenge to take in... 

“When I have you in my arms? Always, ch’eo visot.” He assures you, brushing your nose tips together, “You are too precious to be handled carelessly.” 

His hand sneaks to your pussy and spreads your fold to press his tip to your entrance, probing you and playing with your sensitive nerves. 

“Relax, Ch’acah. I know you can take me.” He encourages you, pecking your cheek repeatedly, “You always do perfectly.” 

You open your mouth in a perfect “O” as you feel him entering you. You gasp as you feel his cock pushes your flesh around, spreading your inner muscles gently as it invades your secret place. You are so wet it barely hurts but you dig your nails into Thrawn’s shoulders as his shaft pushes in, stretching you to your maximum. 

He is just... So massive! 

He lets out a satisfied sigh when finally your hips meet, at last, sitting fully inside.  

“Holy...” You let out, registering that he is inside. 

You can guess the bulge of your tummy under the shadow cast by Thrawn’s body. You can feel his hard cock solidly buried inside, weighing heavily inside your cunny. 

“See?” He chuckles, “You welcome me as always.” He soothingly kisses your forehead and releases your folds to caress your clit gently, easing the tension in your muscles. 

You let out a breath, slowly relaxing as he brushes your pearl in soft circles. He covers your face with sweet kisses, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, your chin... No place is safe from his lips. 

“Relax, Ch’acah, relax... Just like that, I feel the tension dissolving already.” He murmures. 

He slips out, leaving only his thick tip inside, and pushes back in slowly, testing the water. But your body submits before his and stretches to let him pass in and out. He installs a back-and-forth movement, languid and gentle, careful of your discomfort during your periods. 

“This is delicious, Ch’acah. You strangle my cock just like you should. Only your little cunt can do that.” He praises generously. 

He always showers you with praises when you take him, giving you support and reassurance until you believe him wholeheartedly. 

You focus on your breathing as he ruts his member inside your tight cunny pretty easily considering his sheer size, but you imagine your essence and your blood must help a lot. Thrawn presses his cheek against yours his hand caressing your hair lovingly. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck and deeply inhales. 

“You smell so good tonight, my sweet. You are driving me insane...” He pecks the entire length of your neck before taking a long slow lick at it, “I can see your warm blood beating inside your pretty neck, it is pulsating with light and life, it is such a sight to see.” 

You yelp when you feel him teasingly poking your thin skin with the tip of his fangs earning a chuckle in return. 

“This tasting you offered me was delightful, but I crave something more substantial. I am parched and you parade your pretty neck under my eyes like that... What am I supposed to do in such conditions?” He taunts. 

“You are –ha- well renowned for your self-control and discipline –ha-, no?” You bite back between strangled moans of delight. 

“I am.” He concedes in an approving tone, “And outside of you, no one knows about that quirk of mine. But being with you opened many doors and one of those was covetousness I am afraid. You gave me the habit of reveling in the pleasure you give me so generously... I developed a taste for those indulgences, I cannot go back so easily, cheo Ch’acah. I need my fill of you.” 

And with those words and while continuing to bury himself inside of you, caressing your clit, you feel his fangs pierce the delicate barrier of your skin to sink deep into your flesh. You greet your teeth but the burning sensation quickly disappears as Thrawn’s poison in his fangs dilutes in your system, numbing the pain until it disappears completely. 

He explained early on in your relationship that his poison had an analgesic and euphoric effect, facilitating the hunt back when the Chiss developed their bloodlust, tranquilizing their prey. 

Now it plays an integral part in their sex life and they use it like they would use an aphrodisiac on a weekend. 

Thrawn also doesn’t deprive himself or you of that little queerness of him. 

And now you are addicted. 

You eagerly await the moment of his bite to feel his poison spread inside your system, making you see even more stars than usual. 

The blood loss also plays a part obviously, but the cocktail is explosive and highly intoxicating. 

“Ah! Thrawn...” You gasp. 

Already you can feel your grip around him loosening as your nerve endings get numb and your limbs go limper and limper. Before you lose full control over them you circle Thrawn’s neck and waist and hug him tight, imprisoning him in your embrace. 

He approves as his purr reaches a higher note. 

You can feel him drink your warm blood, feeling it traveling in his thick throat as he gulps. 

If it is euphoric for you, you cannot imagine what it does to your lovely Chiss. 

You feel his strong arm holding you tighter and a roar rumbling in his chest as he rocks his hips at a higher pace. It becomes difficult for you to adjust to his size and rhythm but his caresses of your pearl help tremendously, helping you swallow him all as he moves.  

Seconds pass and you feel your last strengths leaving you, but you never once felt threatened in this situation. You trust Thrawn entirely and he never acted in a way that made you feel violated or taken advantage of in any manner. 

He holds your consent and well-being in too high regard to ever do such a thing. 

Your grip is loose and your arms are now just dangling around Thrawn’s neck. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck to inhale his musk, soothing you. You feel fireworks in your brain as it receives a cocktail of hormones and poison basking it in white, warm light. 

The smell of sex and his musk is overpowering and heady, making you lose all your bearings, mixed with the wet sounds resonating all around you making you addicted, dizzy, and drool on yourself. 

You weakly kiss Thrawn’s neck and shoulder and his clit ministrations increase in response and you feel shocks coursing your tired thighs muscles that contract and relax repeatedly. He ditches the sweet pressings and slow circles, now furiously caressing your little bud, toying with it expertly, drawing mewls and moans out of you. 

Your arms give out, falling on the mattress and you feel vertigos seizing you despite lying down.  Thrawn finally lets go of your neck and delicately kisses the bleeding wound several times, licking the last blood drops. 

He reverently kisses your forehead, leaving a blood mark on your skin before diving his fiery gaze into yours. 

You feel your heart accelerating and all air escaping your lungs to be looked at in such a way. 

There is so much love, so much desire, so much fire, and passion, so much... intents in these red glowing eyes you feel them swallowing you whole. 

“Ch’acah...” He says barely above a whisper, like a prayer to a higher being between his powerful thrusts. 

He slowly lowers himself, his eyes focused on your mouth, and kisses you. 

Not a deep kiss with the tongue but a light, soft kiss, your lips barely brushing like the contact would break you like glass. 

His lips embrace yours in a sensual dance, leaving you breathless and head spinning and you cum right there. 

You feel your pussy tensing up and contracting repeatedly around his girthy shaft, trying to keep him inside as pure fire is poured into your veins, your orgasm ravaging everything on its path, almost knocking you out like it already happened before. Your back arches under Thrawn’s muscular body and your toes curl tight, your limbs shaking dramatically. 

But you focus all your spirit on his kiss and manage with a superhuman effort to remain conscious to give him love back in return. 

Like your orgasm was the signal he was waiting for, his hip thrusts become erratic until he freezes, cumming deep inside of you. His mouth doesn't release yours as you whine, feeling him spurting a thick ribbon of seed inside your pussy that milks him dry for all his worth. 

You take a big gulp of air when your mouths separate while he appears quite undisturbed. His hand gives a final soft caress at your clit before cupping your cheek as he presses your two foreheads together, his deep purr vibrating in his chest. He deeply sighs, a relaxed expression on his handsome face, his eyes closed, surely deep in his thoughts. 

“Honey?” You ask, “Are you alright?” 

His eyes reopen slowly, illuminating your face in a red hue, considering you with a stern expression. 

“I am fine, Ch’acah. I am simply... enjoying the sensations.” He lovingly kisses the tip of your nose, “Do not worry about me.” 

He gently slips out, leaving you unbearably empty like a piece of you was missing in your tummy. You grunt at that unpleasing sensation and he grins in return. He sneaks his arms under you, lifts you in his powerful embrace, and carries you to the bathroom. 

“I know you are tired my sweet, but what do you think of a soothing bath together? We can relax, eat a treat, and then sleep in each other arms.” 

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. sol & luna

chiss!oc x chiss!oc rating: e - 18+ only tags: childhood friends, mutual pining, slow burn, romance, smut, politics, cheating, force sensitivity, fated soulmates, secret relationships, hurt/comfort, angst summary: when you spend your whole life running from your destiny, it's difficult to come to terms with the actions of your choices.

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Theseus

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My fingers lowered the brown volume in my hand as the heavy wooden door opened. As words were said, a flurry of burgundy and gold robes entered the room. The man who entered was a stout, round man, no older than fifty, with graying blue-black hair and kind eyes. He was shorter than me, but I was an expectation in most cases for Chiss as my father was abnormally tall for a Chiss.

I shared no resemblance with the man walking into the room; only in title and name did we share family. But he was the man who raised me, nurtured my entire career, and stood by me when no one else would. My uncle, Speaker Mitth’ras’safis, was not just any man but the second most powerful man in the Mitth family, next to the Patriarch. And he was apparently in a mood this morning.

“Get your feet off that couch,” the man’s voice said as I lowered my feet off the velvet armrest of the expensive couch I had been lounging on. “That was a gift from the late Patriarch, and I don’t need whatever you’ve tracked in on it.” I sat up and laid my book beside me, a thin smile peaking on my lips as he moved over to the large wooden desk in the center of the stately room.

“My apologies, uncle,” I stood and straightened out my uniform tunic before making my way over to his desk. “Can I ask why I am here?” My uncle looked up at me for a moment before motioning for me to sit in one of the plush chairs.

“Can I not check up on my favorite nephew?” he said, still reading his questis.

“I am your only nephew, uncle,” Thrass chuckled and sat back in his chair, now meeting my gaze. Often, when around my uncle, I would catch him watching me with a fond smile, like he was remembering something from my childhood or even a time before that. Usually, it was fleeting, and he would look away before I raised any question, but today, this was different.

It had been two years since I had seen my uncle face-to-face. We chatted via comm occasionally, but I had spent my last two years on rotation aboard a patrol cruiser that kept me away deep in the Chaos. “Is something wrong, uncle?” I asked, raising my brow at him in concern.

“You are, without a doubt, your mother’s son,” he said softly. I shrugged and leaned back in the chair. “But sitting here now, in that uniform, I see your father more.” I grimaced as the words fell out of his mouth. My uncle knew my annoyance with anyone who referred to me as an extension of my father.

The Great Mitth’raw’nuruodo.

Everywhere I went in the fleet, I was compared to or held in his shadow. He was a legend in the fleet, and most assumed I would follow. For the most part I had, and then some. Though where my father failed, I succeeded thanks to my uncle’s teachings, and my career showed. I hated it, though.

I hated hearing them speak so fondly of a man that I just decided to abandon my mother with two young children and a family that hated her entire existence. In my eyes, he was weak and a coward, only concerned with his selfish wants or needs.

In his absence, I stepped up and took care of my mother, trying to mend her broken heart and spirit while making sure my sister stayed in line. Uncle had tried his best to open his home to us, but Mamma was never the same after he left. She was broken, and our family fell apart.

I rarely saw my mother these days unless she needed me to find my sister or we met in a meeting. Each time I saw her, though, a piece of me broke for the woman. She was exhausted, her eyes dull and lost of their icy hue, and a piece of her youthful face seemed to age with time and separation.

Watching her go through this made me never want to partake in that type of bonding. Ever.

“Is there a point to this, uncle?” my voice was measured and calm, even though I could feel the simmer of anger starting. Those dark threads were waking and calling out softly for me to connect with them. Thrass nodded and slid the questis he had been reading over to me. I took the device and read the soft, delicate Cheunh script on the document.

I felt my throat dry and my stomach harden at the sight of the words. Senior Commander Theseus will be taking over the heavy cruiser Myrmidon after the retirement of Admiral Is’la. My eyes looked up at my uncle confused and surprised. A proud smile was on the man’s face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shocked or speechless before,” I blinked a few times and looked back down at the document before reading it once again. My eyes still could not believe what I was reading.

“I was not expecting to get a command, let alone a heavy cruiser at that.”

“They wanted to give you a whole picket force, but the General and I thought we would start small, just to see how you would do.” A whole picket force? I knew the Defense fleet was hurting for officers but I hardly deserved a heavy cruiser, let alone a whole task force to run.

“I’m honored, but why are you telling me and not General Ba’kif?”

“Because they have not announced it yet,” he paused, a mischievous smile rising on his lips. “And I wanted to see if you really could be shocked.” A chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head. “Come I am going on my lunch, let’s go celebrate. I know your mother and sister are in, so I’ve asked them to meet us down at the cafe we always go to.” My uncle stood and motioned for me as well. I stood, and the man patted my shoulder before we started our way toward the door. “And on our way, you can tell me all about Illaria.”

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The cafe was as busy as it usually was around this time, with all the aides, Syndics, and Aristocra taking their lunches. Mamma sat at an outdoor table with my sister next to her, her iridescent white hair shimmering in the dim light of the sun. She was out of uniform and in her usual civilian attire of a white linen blouse and burgundy trousers. Her icy eyes were looking at her questis, shifting side to side, no doubt still working even when she was on leave. Mamma looked a little more vibrant than usual; she seemed happier. Her glow and threads were a little stronger than usual.

My sister, Yr’a, on the other hand, sat back in the chair, comm in her face as she was no doubtably messaging someone. Yr’a looked exactly like him in every way except for her creamy pale skin, though when she was flushed, you could see the purple undertone she had. But everything else was almost a mirror of our father. The high cheekbones, strong nose, but full lips. Her eyes were even similar to his if you caught her in just the right amount of light. She was tall, slender, and like our mother in personality.

The two may not look similar, but they acted like each other.

And boy, did it give me a headache.

Mamma and Yr’a were beautiful and fiery like every Hakone woman was; they drew people to them. But Mamma was on a different level than Yr’a; she was slippery like the serpent she emanated. A feature no one let me forget that I had as well. Mamma was never one to cross when it came to us, my uncle, or the man who abandoned us. She would sink her teeth into anyone who tried to. I admired that about her. But it made her so intense and problematic at times. She would cross a line, and uncle would have to pull her out.

She picked her head up and gave us a huge smile as she stood to greet us; Yr’a did not even as much put her comm down to acknowledge our presence. “Theseus,” Mamma said as she moved to envelop me tight. “It’s so good to see you.” I wrapped my arms around her and took in her fiery, earthy scent as she held me tighter than normal. She pulled back and placed her hands on my cheeks, her eyes hazing slightly as I felt the sweet trickle of my mother’s threads search my own. “You seem so happy, liten krigrare,”

“Thanks, Mamma,” I said before she turned and enveloped my uncle in a tight hug. She switched back to the Cheunh language to speak with him, as we had been speaking in her native language. I took a seat next to Yr’a and peered over her shoulder to see she was talking to Ie’na, a fellow sky-walker, someone I did not recognize, labeled as Ivant and Sadzia.

My stomach crawled at the sight of the name. That soft cobalt thread that pulsed and pulled at the mere mention of her name rose. It caused my face to prickle and my heart to twist.

Sadzia. My sister’s best friend since birth had been something of a sore subject for me. Ever since puberty hit me at thirteen, that cobalt thread showed and pulled for me to connect it with hers.

She was beautiful, sweet, and far too innocent for a man like me.

But she was it.

Mamma had described her as my älskare or my mate, set by the Goddess, and only for me when I brought up the confusing turn of events as a sixteen-year-old when I kissed her. But she never wanted me, and the feeling was mutual, even though it hurt like hell to shove the feeling away.

So I avoided her and my sister like the plague to get relief from the singing thread. I fucked other women but never dated as the feeling felt wrong. That was until Illaria.

We met during a promotion party and went from there. I enjoyed her company, and she satisfied me in bed, but she would never be Sadzia. I would never love Illaria like I loved Sadzia. I knew Illaria sensed my hesitation to put a label on us, even though I knew she wanted so much more from me.

Stringing her along was wrong, and I knew that, but I knew the strategic value of dating a blood member of a ruling family. I knew it helped that her father was a retired Senior Captain with pull and leverage in the fleet, while her mother was a Syndic for military affairs. She was good for me, my image, and my position in the fleet. It probably had been why they were so keen to give me a picket force.

“You do know snooping is illegal, bror?” Yr’a’s voice cut through my mind, causing me to look her in the eyes.

“And you do know anything you say can be held against you or looked at by higher military officials.” I raised my brow at her. She rolled her eyes. “What are you scheming about now?” I asked, looking over at Mamma and Thrass briefly before back at my sister. Yr’a’s face flushed.

“Nothing,” she said, returning to messaging the group of people. Which meant she was planning on sneaking away from Mamma to run off with Ie’na and Sadzia. “Don’t get your panties all in a twist; my big bror won’t have to come find me.” She said mockingly as I glared down at her—the amount of late-night calls from my mother about where my sister was always got old. I would then rescue her from whatever she had gotten into before any harm or foul could happen. “I’m not going to ruin your fuck session again with Illaria if that’s what you’re worried about.”

My eyes narrowed at her as a smile peaked across her lips briefly. She was teasing me now. My lillsyster was teasing me. It was one time. One time when, she had rung, sobbing because she lost her credit chit and her comm, only not to be able to get home. I, on the other hand, had been in the middle of fucking Illaria, and Yr’a had never let me live it down.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” I said through my teeth. “I’m worried about you and—” Yr’a’s head turned, and she blinked a few times, surprised as sudden realization hit her.

“This isn’t about me,” she mused with that teasing smile. “It’s about Zia,” Yr’a sat up and giggled at me, setting her comm down as I leaned back in my chair. “You saw her name and—”

“Watch it,” I growled at her. She put her hands up in surrender before a mischievous smile crossed her lips.

“Ladislas is going to be there,” I kept my face quiet, but I was seething inside. That pompous ass always had something to say about her whenever he came back from leave. I tolerated him cause he had been Khaalis’s and I’s closest friend since our academy days. But he had crossed a line going after Sadzia, an invisible line that even Khaalis knew never to cross, but Ladislas had, and it caused my darkness to creep in. “Jeez, I wasn’t trying to piss you off,” Yr’a said, probably commenting on my darkened irises and rigid posture.

“I’ll go, but only cause it keeps Mamma happy that I’m watching.” Yr’a’s face lit up as she scooped up her comm and returned to messaging. “But,” I stopped her. “Illaria and I have dinner with her family tonight, so it has to be later than usual.”

“Of course,” Yr’a’s fingers swept across the screen as my mother cleared her throat. I turned to look at her and my uncle. Both had smiles on their faces. Mamma spoke up first, thus ending my and Yr’a’s conversation.

And thus also ending my thoughts about murdering Ladislas.

[randomfandomdreaming]

Welcome and Masterlist

A Little About Me

Welcome to my tiny corner of the Internet! I'm Rune, and I have an unhealthy obsession with fandoms lol.

This blog may be centered around fandoms, but I have no doubt that I'll end up posting spiritual or occult related topics at some point. If you don't like it, please move along and don't interact.

I am an avid believer in Michael Jackson’s innocence. Don’t like it, get off my blog. There’s no evidence he did anything, so quit believing those liars and the media. He wouldn’t even harm a bug on stage let alone a child or any other living thing.

This blog is 18+ due to the fact that some heavier topics and imagery is sometimes used on my blog. It’s the Internet and we all like to over share here 🤣

Fandoms: Star Wars, Ghost (the band), Dead By Daylight, slashers, Doctor Who, Guardians of Ga’Hoole (book series), and others I can't remember right this moment lol

Star Wars will always have a very special place in my heart as it was the first fandom I ever got involved in, all the way back in 2008. I was writing SW fanfiction when I was in third grade, so there's that lol. That was also when I learned I loved writing. My magnum opus as a writer is very much Call of the Stars (a Star Wars fanfiction), and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Favorite Star Wars characters: Obi-Wan, my dual-wielding kings Rex and Tech, Mitth’raw’nuruodo (Thrawn), Qui-Gon, Cutup, Fives, and Jar Jar.

Fandoms I know the most about: Star Wars. I know an unhealthy amount of lore, history, ships, and other random galactic facts. I am a NERD for SW. I can read and write Aurebesh (Basic) and tried to learn Huttese, Mando'a, and Cheunh. I have a problem. I mean, I'm completely normal about it, I swear.

Masterlist

⚠️ = Spoilers

Star Wars

Call of the Stars (AO3)

⚠️ Ahsoka Show Thoughts 2

Clone Trooper Headcanons

An Explanation of the Coruscant Regulated Calendar (CRC)

Dead By Daylight

Unlikely Shadows (AO3) 18+

Not So Merciless (Wesker)

DBD Wesker Headcanons

Lore Accurate Headcanons

A Lesson in Stealth (Ghost Face x GN!Reader) 18+ AO3 Link

Random DBD Pictures 2 3

High DBD Thought of the Day 2

Michael Myers (OG)

Not Your Typical Victim

Doctor Who

Just Another Stray 2 3

Spirituality

My Reality Shifting Experience

[readinglistfics]

and what if this was my last straw, op?????

Thrawn as a Father

I thought I would write a small drabble into an evening I pictured last night while freezing in bed without a Chiss husband to warm me up. Very sad. Thrawn would be the best dad, and make that a girl dad and it's a done deal.

You snuggled down under the thick covers, the warmth enveloping your frigid body.

Thrawn flinched slightly as your ice-block feet pressed against his bare leg. “My heart, I worry about your blood circulation.”

“I can think of ways to improve it.”  You smiled, closing your eyes and wrapping your arm around his waist, resting against his warm chest.

You breathed deeply, relaxing as the troubles of the day melted off your shoulders.

Thrawn chuckled, bouncing your head enough for you to squint your eyes open and join him in the moment of mirth. He gave you a squeeze. “Of that I am certain.”

You tilted your head to see his face, his red eyes glowing faintly in the semi-dark bedroom. Such an effect had unnerved you during the early days of knowing him, yet now they held a calming power.

The bedroom door swung open a slightly, the timid voice of your small daughter speaking from below your eyeline. “Mama?  I had a bad dream.”

You made a sympathetic noise and slid quickly off the bed to take your little darling into your arms.  She hugged you tightly around your neck and reach with her little hands towards where Thrawn was sitting up in bed. You could feel her body trembling.

“All is well, my little warrior.”  Thrawn gladly took his daughter from you and helped her snuggle against his side. He glanced up as you got back into bed and together you swaddled her in blankets.

Any bad dreams were soon forgotten, replaced by light giggles as both you and Thrawn tickled the fears away and kissed her nose and forehead. Her eyes shone just as Thrawn’s, and slowly they began to close as a cozy slumber overtook her.

Your daughter slept well, between the warmth of her parents. Thrawn turned on his side, one hand caressing your hair while the other draped over the sleeping child and rested atop your hip.

You smiled. “Goodnight, my loves.”

You could feel the tender protectiveness radiating from your husband. His eyes slowly closed as well, leaving only a faint light emanating from behind his eyelids.  Soon you too drifted off to sleep, nestled together with your small family.

[mithresha]

Painful Cramps

Pairing: Thrawn|Mitth'raw'nuruodo x Lenara (Female!oc) Word count: 1086 Warning: No warning, just fluff and cute romance hehe:D

Ch'ah ch'acah vah-I love you ch'eo ch'acah-My love Ch'ah ch'acah vah ch'eo bat-I love you my beautiful Visahot-Darling

Lenara laying in bed, curled up and holding the heating pad against her belly. She's holding onto Thrawn's hand, which is over her shoulder, rubbing her back. Lenara groans with the cramps and presses even harder against the heating pad. "I can't believe these cramps," she mutters to Thrawn. Thrawn squeezes her hand and kisses her forehead comfortingly.

"Can you rub my back a little harder?" Lenara asks."Of course, my love," Thrawn says, and makes the movements faster. "Does that feel better?" "Uh huh," Lenara says as she closes her eyes."That helps take my mind off the pain." "You know, these cramps are really bad," Lenara says. "I'm sorry, ch'eo ch'acah..," Thrawn says as he pulls her closer and lets her rest her head on his shoulder. "It must suck having to go through this every month." "It does suck," Lenara tells him as he rubs her back. "I'm thankful to have you here, though." "Don't mention it," Thrawn says as he continues rubbing her back and gently scratching her neck. "You deserve the best care,ch'eo ch'acah." "You know..," Lenara says as she closes her eyes and enjoys the calming touch."Sometimes I wonder how I'd feel without these cramps every month." "Like the luckiest woman alive?" Thrawn responds."You know it." Lenara says with a smile."You're the best, you know that?" Lenara says as she give a kiss on his cheek."And so are you." Thrawn smile softly."Oh, you," Lenara giggles softly, presses herself more tightly against his touch.

"Ch'ah ch'acah vah.." Thrawn whispers to her ears."I love you too thrawn..." Lenara smiles softly.She relaxes into his hold as the cramps begin to ease."Visahot.." Thrawn says after they've held each other for a moment. "You want me to go get you some ice cream?"Her eyes shot open when he said that and she looks at him"Yes please!" Lenara responds."What flavor?"Thrawn asks."Well, what do you think? Chocolate, of course!"Lenara says."It's your favorite, after all,"Thrawn laughs."I'll be back soon."Thrawn lets go of her hand and begins getting up. As he does, he kisses her on the forehead.Leaning in again, he whispers,"I'll be right back. You just try to get some rest."With that he leaves to go get the ice cream.

The pain begins to come back to Lenara once Thrawn leaves, causing her to clutch her belly and frown in discomfort.She lets out a sigh as she pulls the blanket up over herself, hoping that the cramps will be gone soon.As the cramps fade away, her eyes slowly begin to close. She is so exhausted, between the cramps, getting food in her belly, and the nice, comforting warmth of Thrawn's presence. She's able to relax now, and as the cramps finally pass, she's able to drift off into sleep, feeling the calm and peacefulness of the moment. She may have cramps from her period regularly, but nothing compares to the feeling of relief that comes with this moment, and with Thrawn's love.

As she sleeps, Thrawn returns with a container of her favorite chocolate ice cream, and quietly walks into the room. Her eyes are closed and she appears at peace, despite the pain and cramps she's experienced. Thrawn leans over and lays the ice cream container down on the nightstand. He takes a moment to simply watch her, her face peaceful, her lips relaxed into a sleeping smile. With her eyes closed, it's almost like she's an angel to him, so still and so gorgeous."Ch'ah ch'acah vah ch'eo bat..." Thrawn says quietly. Lenara, though she's asleep, manages to mumble something to him. With her eyes still closed, she says, "Ch'acah vah too Thrawn..." He smiles at that as he steps out of the room. She's asleep and he doesn't want to wake her. With one final look at her, he closes the door, leaving her in peaceful rest.

Hours later, Lenara slowly and peacefully wakes up, the heat of the cramps completely gone. She opens her eyes and looks over to the nightstand, noticing the ice cream container she forgot he brought her.Lenara smiles, and sits up, stretching a bit. She pulls the container of ice cream onto her lap and notices her bedroom door is closed. She gets up quickly opens it, and walks out to where Thrawn likely would be.Walking out of his bedroom, she finds him sitting down on the couch, doing something on his tab.As she approaches, she smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.Thrawn looks up from the screen. he smiles broadly at her and opens his arms for a hug.Lenara happily walks over and hugs him tightly, burying her face in the warmth of his embrace.As they hug, Thrawn smiles and says, "So, how are you feeling? Did you happen to sleep okay?" "I did, actually," Lenara answers as she rubs her belly. "Thanks to your attentions. My cramps aren't even hurting anymore.""Of course ch'eo ch'acah" Thrawn replies. "That's why you have me."Lenara smiles as he holds her close, still enjoying his embrace."You want any of this ice cream?" She asks him."As in, you haven't eaten all of it already?" Thrawn jokes with her."Oh please," Lenara says with a giggle. "I wouldn't eat it all without you thrawn."He smiles at her and leans down to kiss her on the cheek. "You're too kind, my dear.""No, it's you who's too kind," Lenara replies with a slight blush.Thrawn smiles and brushes the hair away from her face, then lightly kisses her on the forehead."Well," he says, "Are you up for doing anything tonight?" "I know I'd definitely be up for some snuggle time," Lenara says with a wink.Thrawn grins widely and responds,"Well, if I'm not careful with that suggestion, we might not leave the room at all today."Leaning in, Thrawn gives her a soft, sweet kiss on her soft lips."Exactly how I want it," Lenara says with a giggle.

Thrawn chuckles as he pulls her close, their faces only inches away as they look each other in the eyes. "ch'eo ch'acah..." he whispers, "you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known." Lenara place her right hand on his cheek and caress it softly "And you are the most handsome man I've ever known." She chuckled softly as she leaned slowly towards him to kiss him softly.

[djadins]

aurora glow | thrawn x f!reader — part two

warnings: if you squint there is fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.8k

Thrawn requested your company through the rest of the day in order to have you available for any questions he might have. You trailed behind him as he ordered his men around effortlessly. Some were scrounging in the woods around you, some were working on repairs. Others were guarding the perimeter that had been set up. The plan was to shut the backup power on the ship off at night when work had ceased and only to turn it on when work began again at daybreak.

You warned Thrawn that it got dangerously cold at night in the fall in this part of the country, especially now after the flare.

He did not seemed too concerned at this, as his men would return to their bunks at night unless they were on perimeter patrol. He mentioned that there was a place for you, too, to sleep on the ship and refused when you offered to sleep in the warehouse instead.

“Absolutely not. You may not be one of my men, but you are under my protection now and I will not have you sleeping out here alone.”

You wanted to mention that there in fact would be troops outside and that you may feel slightly more comfortable in semi-familiar territory (as you had been used to sleeping in whatever abandoned buildings or caves you could find) but you decided not to say anything. You had a feeling if you said what you were thinking, he would insist that you sleep in the ship anyways.

The sun was soon setting and your stomach groaned. You only had a breakfast of some foraged berries this morning and although you were used to eating light, it had been at least 12 hours since your last meal. Thrawn turned around to face you, chuckling slightly. The man he had been speaking to looked like you, but was not from Earth. He was in a greenish gray uniform, one of the men who had been working on repairs inside of the ship. “This is Ensign Eli Vanto, my translator and friend.” Thrawn gave Eli your name and he bowed slightly.

When Eli excused himself, you looked up curiously at Thrawn. “Translator?”

He hummed in response. “Yes, in the part of space I am from, we speak a language far removed from the common tongue. Although I was vaguely familiar with Galatic Basic, Eli was from a planet near to mine and we both could speak a different, common language. He then was assigned as my translator.”

You assumed Galatic Basic was like English, because you had been communicating with Thrawn this whole time without Eli.

“Once the ship is repaired and we are back on mission, I will do my best to tell you all about the galaxy. Eli will be able to fill in whatever I cannot.”

You murmured a thanks. “I would like to learn about your planet,” you said softly.

Thrawn seemed surprised at your statement. “I’d be happy to share it with you.”

You both walked in silence the rest of the way to where some men where preparing dinner. There were at least 10 fires going with large cauldron-like pots balanced on top of them. A thick, delicious smelling soup was inside, although you already knew that you would be unfamiliar with the ingredients. Thrawn had ordered all perishables to be used for dinner.

You were impressed by the efficiency of the men. They were clearly used to feeding a ship full of people, but still. Multiple tables had been moved outside of the ship to hold trays, plates, bowls, silverware as well as foods you did not recognize. What you assumed was fruits, vegetables and other side dishes.

Thrawn must have noticed how wide your eyes had become because he gently put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t realized how cold the end of the day was becoming until you felt the heat radiating from him. “Don’t worry if there is something you try and do not like. It took me a while to become familiar with my food preferences.”

You realized based on his last comment and this one that his part of space must really be separate from the Empire that he talked about. You had seen other men in his crew that did not look human-like, and more of what you had imagined aliens might look like, but there was nobody else so far of those you had seen that had looked like him.

At one point, he had gone through the same thing you were going through now.

Thrawn led the way, being the Captain allowed him the first meal. You being an honored guest meant you got to follow behind him. He passed you a tray with an empty bowl, plate and silverware on it. “If I may make a suggestion?”

You nodded in response. He hummed approvingly. “I’ll pick out your food based on my own personal preferences. If you see something you take interest in that I’ve missed, please add it to your tray.”

You nodded again and Thrawn’s lips curled upward. You followed close to him as he loaded both of your trays up with the same exact meal. You saw something that looked like raspberries that you added to you plate. At the end of the lineup, one of the workers filled both of your bowls with the chowder.

You followed Thrawn to a log not far away and were surprised when he sat on the ground, his back against the log. You both ate in silence next to each other, apart from the inquiries he had about the food’s taste. You were surprised at how much you liked everything on your tray, trying a bit of it all.

You became full rather quickly and knew that you should stop eating. This was entirely way more food than you had been used to in years.

“Everything alright?” he asked between bites.

“Very good, thank you. I’m just not.. not used to eating this much. I don’t want to get sick.”

Eli joined the both of you in that moment. He slid down on the other side of you against the log.

You listened as the men talked while eating about the state of the ships repairs so far. It sounded optimistic to you, but you knew that in reality you had absolutely no idea what most of it meant.

One of the soldiers started a fire in front of the three of you after the sun went down. Another man took your, Thrawn’s and Eli’s tray.

You looked across the encampment at your fellow Earthlings. They had been given a small tray filled with food to share amongst themselves, eating with hands bound in front of them.

Thrawn grabbed your attention when he noticed you observing them. “Do you have any suggestions on what we should do with them?”

You shook your head no. The laws of men no longer existed. “What would happen if they did this in the Empire?” you asked.

“They would be.. executed.”

You shivered, even with the heat of the fire and Thrawn’s body heat at your side. Though you weren’t touching each other, it was radiating off of him in a blaze against you.

“What would happen to them if your planet wasn’t in ruin?” came a voice from the other side of you.

Thrawn tsked at Eli’s carelessness even though he himself had admitted to you that your planet was dying just after meeting you. Thrawn noticed when you tensed up.

“They would probably be jailed,” you thought aloud.

The three of you looked over at your fellow humans. “We do have a brig, though I do not want them on the ship,” Thrawn admitted.

“We will watch them, for now. Depending on their behavior, we will let them go when the time comes for us to leave.”

You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or Eli.

You watched the flames of the fire while Eli and Thrawn resumed talking about the plan for leaving. At one point you shivered and Thrawn immediately stretched his arm out behind you on the log. He was barely brushing against your back, but it was enough to warm you a little more.

Eventually Eli left to get some shut eye, leaving just you and Thrawn. You both sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the night. If it weren’t for the bustling of his men around the various scattered fires or the patrols off in the distance, you might have fallen asleep out here next to him.

“Why don’t I show you to your room?”

You looked up at his eyes, shining and reflecting the fire. You nodded and he stood gracefully in one movement. He held his hand out towards you and easily picked you up on your feet when you gave him yours.

This time you walked just past what you remembered to be Thrawn’s office door. As the backup power was now off, he had to use one of those suction cup thingies to open your door. He waved you inside and you walked into the room in front of him.

The room was lovely and big. “Meant for any visiting dignitaries,” he explained, as if reading your mind. “I’m right next door if you need anything.”

Thrawn explained how to use the lantern and then left you to settle in. You unpacked what little you had in your bag — a few snacks (apples, nuts), a tattered, thin blanket, along with your rotating small pile of clothes. You had recently washed them all in a stream and folded them neatly to place into the dresser. You put your 9mm in between the stack.

Thrawn had noticed it earlier in the day and said that you wouldn’t need it while here, but if it made you feel safe, then you were welcome to keep it on your person.

You slipped out of your boots, putting the knife you carried inside under the fluffy pillow on the bed at the end of the room.

You pulled out your toothbrush and the plastic water bottle that you had filled yesterday and poured a little water on it. You swished the brush around your mouth for about two minutes and then put it on the sink top. You flicked your tongue over your teeth to make sure they felt smooth.

You refrained from looking at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, instead opting to change into the clothing you usually slept in — a light pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt.

You settled into the bed — it was surprisingly comfortable. Even with your blanket on top of you, however, the bedding provided little warmth. Now that you weren’t moving, you were starting to get very cold. You quickly slipped out of bed to put two pairs of socks on your bare feet.

It didn’t seem to help you much. Just as you couldn’t take it anymore and were about to put on every piece of clothing you owned, there was a soft knock at the door. Thrawn called out your name. “May I come in?”

You told him to come in and slipped out of bed to meet him at the door. Your teeth were nearly chattering but you closed your jaw tightly.

“I wanted to make sure you were getting settled.. are you alright?!?” Thrawn’s tone went from calmed to what you imagined was worried soon after he walked inside. You hadn’t seen this much emotion on his face since you had met this morning. He walked up to you and you resisted the urge to bury your face into the heat you knew his body would be giving off. “Your temperature has dropped drastically since I left.”

You couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering when you talked. “I.. its.. c.. c.. cold.. in h.. here.” An uncontrollable shiver ripped through your body.

Thrawn immediately enveloped you in his arms. Your tense body loosened in the warmth of his grip. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a tight black shirt and black pants similar to yours. You could see that his body was rather defined now that he wasn’t hidden under all that armor.

“This won’t do,” he said under his breath. You shivered again, but no longer because you were cold. You let out a small yelp when he picked you up bridal style. With one hand, he closed the door to your room and opened the door to his, the other supporting your weight.

After closing his door behind him, he carried you through his quarters. Past his desk in the door you had seen earlier, was a short hallway. Connected was a training room, bathroom and bedroom that you could see in your quick pass through.

He sat in his bed against the headboard, with you still in his arms. He positioned you in his lap and then brought his blankets up and around the both of you.

“Apologies, I did not realize. You warned me it would be cold for you tonight and I didn’t know the extent of it.”

You shook your head. “I mean it as a warning for everyone, but.. thank you.”

“I hope this doesn’t bother you, but it was my.. instinctual response.”

You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt to be touched by another person again after so long so instead you told him that it was okay with you.

He had one arm wrapped around you, supporting your back and reached onto his bedside table for a small looking tablet. When you peered at the screen, there was a bunch of letters arranged in words you did not recognize.

“I usually update my daily log at the end of the night. If it aggravates you, please let me know.”

You were surprised at the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Not that he had been rude to you at all today, quite the opposite, but his attitude and demeanor were entirely different than they had been all day. Although you had seen a little bit more of his softer side when you had been alone with him, he had remained fairly impassive all day. He was commanding when talking to his men (well, except for Eli).

Now here he was, hoping not to disturb you after carrying you into his quarters. Keeping you warm, in his lap, in his bed. It was unexpected to say the least.

“I don’t mind,” you told him.

He began softly speaking in another language and as he did so, writing filled his tablet. You were mesmerized by it even if you had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He would pause every once in a while, or erase a few lines and change something.

His voice startled you out of your stupor. “Feel free to ask me anything, if you have questions.”

You hummed. “What are your people called?”

“Chiss. I’m from a planet called Rentor, in the Unknown Regions.”

You nodded at his pad. “And is this your native tongue?”

“Yes, its called Cheunh.”

You settled against his a little more. “It’s very pretty.”

He turned to face you a little more. “Really? Most other species I’ve encountered think it is harsh to the ears.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

He paused for a moment. “Are you warm enough?”

You nodded against his chest. After a few moments of silence, he continued his entry. When you heard your name, you looked up at him.

“Just recording everything that happened today,” he explained.

You listened to him for a bit longer, watched the letters appear on the screen, before the drowsiness pulled your eyes closed.

“Thrawn?”

“Mmm?”

You paused as you thought how to phrase your question. “Are you the only one of your kind in the Empire? Chiss, I mean.”

“..Yes.”

You understood it a little better now. You were both alone in your own ways and he recognized that piece of himself in you.

You were curious as to what he was saying every time you heard your name brought up, but were too tired to ask. You weren’t sure if that would be pushing it either, however you had a feeling that he was willing to answer most of your questions.

Your breathing was starting to slow down, you mouth slightly agape. You hadn’t opened your eyes since you initially shut them. You heard a light clank as Thrawn reached over and set his tablet back down on the table beside his bed. He shifted you off his lap and over to the side of the bed that you both weren’t currently occupying. You were hardly aware of what was happening, as sleep overcame you.

[ourlittleforever]

together, forever

wedding time <3

pairing; millie x thr.awn

“Are you ready?”

Millie glanced at their good friend, Eli Vanto, through the mirror. He set the curling iron down; he’d offered to help Millie style their hair, since he’d often assisted his own younger sister back on Lysatra. “I think so.”

“You think so?” Eli laughed, quirking a brow. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“It’s not that! I mean… it’s just… a big thing, I guess.” They watched as Eli tucked their bangs behind their right ear, then secured them with a simple flower hair clip. The white metal had brilliant gold edges that glittered in the harsh light of the vanity. “I want it, I really do. I’m just nervous. What if he doesn’t show up?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” Eli kissed their cheek. He was the closest thing to family Millie had, serving as a surrogate older brother to the young artist. He took on a low voice to imitate Millie’s fiance. “Oh, I see marriage as a challenge, my dear Millicent. And I never back down from a challenge.”

Millie giggled and swatted his arm. “Okay, okay, you’re right.” They sighed softly, standing up and adjusting their wedding dress before turning to Eli and embracing him. “Thank you. Really. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Eli kissed the top of their head and rubbed their back soothingly. “It’s showtime. Are you ready?” he asked again.

This time, Millie nodded resolutely. “I am.”

He opened the door for them, and the two strolled the short way out of the hotel room and down to the waiting limo outside. The driver stepped out to open the door for Millie and Eli. “Good day, my lady,” he said, climbing back inside. “And good day, lieutenant commander.”

“Good day to you too,” Millie replied, feeling their anxiety blossom once more. Airspeeders and other vehicles soared past the busy pathways of Coruscant as they neared the little chapel where their fiance was waiting. 

A single officer stood at the chapel’s door, holding Millie’s bouquet. “Congratulations,” he greeted stiffly, handing them the flowers before saluting. The scent was nearly overwhelming; between the white roses, sunnydews, anemones, and sweet peas, Millie thought they might pass out. They swallowed thickly, and Eli helped them step up from the curb and into the building. He offered his arm, and Millie took it, steeling themself. 

Everything still felt like a dream, and Millie was afraid they would wake up any moment to find themself back on Axxila, trapped with nowhere to escape to. But as they stepped into the soft, glowing, warm light of the chapel, that fear instantly faded. This was their life now, free from pain and loneliness. And there was the man about to be formally declared their husband, standing by the altar.

Thr.awn was in his typical Grand Admiral uniform, his dark blue-black hair slicked back, the gray strands at his temples catching the light so it appeared they glimmered. He smiled – wholeheartedly, beautifully, radiantly smiled – as they came down the aisle, arm-in-arm with Eli. When Millie finally reached him, there were tears gathered in his crimson eyes. They handed off the bouquet to Eli, then stepped toward their fiance. “You look perfect,” he murmured, taking their little hands in his.

They could hardly hear the officiant over the pounding of their heart. When he turned to Millie and asked them to say their vows, it took a brief moment for them to even register what he’d said. “Oh-oh. Okay.” They took a deep breath and gazed at Thr.awn, feeling confidence surge above the anxiety at the knowledge that they were loved.

Millie began their vows. “Thr.awn… I promise that from now until death, I will cherish and love you. I swear to stand beside you in the face of any adversity that comes to you. No matter what comes next, I am yours.” They summoned their courage, and in his mother tongue, said “Ch’ah ch’acah vah, Mitth’raw’nuruodo.” Internally, they grinned, knowing they’d pronounced it perfectly. Thr.awn subtly nodded his approval, his smile growing.

“And you, Grand Admiral?” 

“My beloved. My little heart. You have blessed me with the greatest gift I could have asked for: your love. I am honored to love you in turn, and I promise to love you from now until death as well. I swear that I will protect you, adore you, and remain faithful to you, regardless of what the future holds.” He squeezed their hands. 

Eli produced the rings from his pocket and handed them to the couple. Millie’s fingers shook as they placed the golden ring on Thr.awn, who had skipped his gloves for the ceremony. His azure skin seemed to glimmer in the dizzying light. Then, it was Millie’s turn. Thr.awn placed their little hand in the palm of his free hand, keeping them steady, before slipping the ring onto their finger. Millie could vaguely hear Eli snapping photos, the smooth voice of the officiant, the buzzing of the lights – but none of it mattered. All that mattered was them and Thr.awn and the future that now belonged to them. 

“I pronounce you man and wife,” the officiant declared, his voice suddenly clear like a ringing bell. “You may kiss the bride.”

Thr.awn cupped their chubby cheeks in his warm hands and leaned down to kiss them sweetly. Millie, in turn, caressed his cheekbones, their heart fluttering, and if Thr.awn hadn’t been holding onto them they swore they would have floated away. 

The kiss ended, and Thr.awn took their hand, interlocking their fingers with his. “The limo is waiting for us, love,” he said, looking down upon them. “Shall we go? Truly begin this next chapter together?”

“I think so.”

“Good.” He smiled. “Together forever, my little bride.”

[vibratingskull]

GIRL I-

I got mad thots for Thrawn again and my brain won’t let me write shit because it’s in constant fight or flight mode 😍 so here we goo ~

I can’t stop thinking about going down on Thrawn, like imagine going down on him after he hasn’t seen you in the years he’s been in exile.

Just think about it, him gasping “I… you don’t have to…” and gripping the sheets when you take him in your hand and slowly start stroking him, looking at him from between his thighs with a smile. He’d close his glowing eyes and let his head fall back and would moan so loud when you’d take him in your mouth.

Eventually he’d even start to squirm under your touch, trying to sit up to take in the view and place his hand on your head, but he can’t keep himself up and falls back hiding his face in his hands, moaning your name out so loud.

And dear stars when he cums he’d buck his hips and almost tear the sheets apart gasping for air, he hasn’t felt this good in years but now you’re here.

[danger-xylophones]

Sy Bisti Pt. 1 (Eli Vanto x reader)

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Warnings: Soft boi Eli deserves a warning of his own. I’m using sir as a gender neutral address, this is the first time I’ve written for Eli so please give me any tips you think might be useful for writing him in the future. No beta read

This is very much a ‘first meeting’ fic where I focused on dialogue and trying to establish how Eli and the reader would interact

Part 1/3

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Eli isn’t Thrawn’s babysitter. He knows this. He isn’t in charge of him. He isn’t responsible for him. So what if Eli had no clue where Thrawn ran off to? What did it matter? Thrawn’s his own person; if he gets himself in a tight spot he’ll just have to deal with it. But that didn’t stop Eli from trying to find him. 

He knew he couldn’t have gone too far - the academy was big but not that big - and curfew was in a few minutes when all cadets were required to return to their dormitory buildings. So the chiss had to be in the dormitory. But he wasn’t in their room when he looked. And now Eli’d been running the halls for the past ten minutes in search of him. To say he’s annoyed would be an understatement. 

“<<I must confess, I have never encountered anything like that.>>”  The foreign voice caught him off guard more so than the foreign language. He stopped, mid-step with his foot awkwardly off the ground to listen again. “<<But you must indulge me, what do you believe the correct response would be to such a situation?>>”  The sy bisti was a bit clunky, Eli had to admit - just a little too broken to be from someone who speaks the trading language regularly but it was refined enough to hint at the person being fluent, just out of practice. Eli felt his mind begin to look for an answer. None of the other cadets spoke sy bisti to his knowledge, let alone at the level this person did. So, where was he? 

“<<You must remember, sir, that often your enemy is more like you than you may realize->>” Eli felt his brow furrow automatically as the voice of the one person he was looking for graced his ears. Thrawn’s voice was coming from up-ahead, around the corner of the hallway with an ugly, abstract painting of the capitol. Eli felt his stomach plummet - he knew where he was. He was in the hallway reserved for the officers, the teachers, and the guards. What in the blazes is Thrawn doing here? Eli’s feet were moving before he realized it. “<<-the better you understand yourself, the better you will understand them. So, the first step would be to ask what you would do in your enemy’s position.>>” 

He rounded the corner and froze again. Thrawn was sitting at a small kitchen table (in the communal kitchen meant for the officers), hands wrapped around a plain white mug across from someone in a crisp grey uniform whose back was to Eli. Thrawn spotted him over the rim of his mug. “Ah, you made it.” The officer turned in their seat, tossing an arm over the back of their chair to fix Eli with an analyzing gaze. Eil felt his throat tighten up the longer he looked at the officer’s face. 

“Ah,” a small smile stretched over their lips, “You are Cadet Vanto, then?” Eli nodded before his brain started to catch up to him and he snapped to attention. 

“Uh, yessir, that’s me.” He coughed out. “Eli Vanto, at your service.” Eli was careful to meet the officer’s e/c eyes but struggled to hide the nervousness that suddenly raced through his system. The smile on the officer’s face grew a little brighter. 

They turned to Thrawn. “<<He’s later than you predicted.>>”

Eli watched as Thrawn quickly cast his gaze to the chronometer on the wall. “<<Only by a minute.>>” 

With a poorly hidden huff, the officer turned back around to face Eli. “<<Lieutenant Mitth’raw’nuruodo has told me much about you.>>” There was a gleam in the officer’s eyes, almost teasing in nature, and it was accompanied by that damn smile. Eli’d dealt with officer’s that liked to smile - but they only smiled to be condescending. This officer seemed genuine. They had a nice smile. On an even nicer face. And it made Eli’s face warm. 

“Uh...<<I-I hope it was all good.>>” 

They hummed, “For the most part,” and made to stand. “Would you like any tea?” The question was asked with an innocent tilt of their head, while the officer was hovering between getting to their feet and sitting, as if the question was a bit of an afterthought. But their body language suggested that they had intended to get him a cup anyways and almost forgot to actually voice the question. It was cute, if Eli was honest. But he shook his head to which the officer shrugged and gestured for him to take a seat. “Thrawn?” 

“I wouldn’t mind another cup, Y/n.” The chiss answered calmly as he slid the mug over to the officer. Eli felt his face scrunch at the informality. But, Y/n didn’t seem bothered by it at all as they quietly filled another kettle and set it on the tiny stove. Though while they walked between the table, sink, and stove Eli couldn’t help but notice that they walked with a heavy limp. With the kettle filled, they set it down on the stove and turned around to face Eli and Thrawn with crossed arms. 

“‘Spose I should introduce myself, huh?” They hummed more to themselves before standing at their full height which Eli speculated would barely meet his shoulder. “I am Admiral Y/n L/n of the 26th, I command the ISD Hydra, pleasure to meet you, Cadet Eli Vanto.”

Eli sprang to his feet, harshly smacking his knees on the way up, with back ramrod straight as his hand shot to his face in salute. “I-I, Ap-apologies, sir, I had no idea you were-” Dank farrik, why didn’t he look for a plaque? He could tell they were a commanding officer from the uniform so why didn’t he think to look for a plaque?

“At ease, cadet. You had no way of knowing,” They carefully gestured to the spot where the plaque should have been, “’Nless you stalked my records like your friend here.” Y/n gestured to Thrawn who merely tented his fingers beneath his chin at them. 

“I prefer to call it ‘doing some digging’, sir.” Thrawn stated simply. 

“Don’t say that, you sound like me.” Eli huffed as he carefully lowered himself back into his seat. 

“And why is it so bad to sound like you, Eli?” Y/n’s calm query shook Eli to the core, or maybe it was the use of his name first name that startled him. 

Either way, he still stuttered when he spoke. “B-because it makes him sound like he’s from Wild S-space, sir.” 

“Krayt spit, cadet.” Eli felt his face fall but when he looked up at Y/n they were grinning at him. “Wha’s so wrong abou’ soundin’ like yer from Wild Space, anyways?” Eli couldn’t help but gape at the sudden strong accent slipping from the admiral’s mouth. “’S’where I’m from.” 

“Y-you’re-?” Eli began but Y/n cut him off. 

“Yep. Pa worked for a shipping company based outta Lysatra. Grew up on his freighter, flyin’ between planets all over Wild Space and what not. It’s how I learned to speak sy bisti.” The whistle of the tea kettle cut them off. While they were busy preparing themselves and Thrawn another cup, Eli began to fidget in his seat. He hadn’t heard of anyone with any ties to Lysatra rising up the ranks like Y/n. 

“Forgive me if it sounds off, admiral, but how did you become an admiral?” Eli finally, quietly asked. Y/n answered as while they limped back to the table. 

“Well, ma was an admiral herself during the Clone Wars, guess I inherited some of her skills.” The h/c officer shrugged as they sat down again. 

“More than some, I should think, if insurgents deemed you a big enough threat.” Thrawn stated with a slight lilt in his voice that hinted at him being amused while he dipped his head to gesture to the foot Y/n was favoring. In retaliation, Y/n lifted their mug of tea and muttered something Eli didn’t catch into it. 

“Is...is that why you’re here? The insurgents?” He hesitantly asked. Y/n’s full attention turned to him and Eli almost regretted asking. But their gaze wasn’t condemning or judgmental. It was intrigued. 

“Yes, actually. Very astute, Eli.” From anyone else, it would have seemed condescending to the cadet but Y/n sounded genuinely impressed. “I make it a habit to welcome a handful of newly graduated cadets from this academy on my ship. I find it’s a good motivator for them to give their all. But, a couple of weeks back, I, uh, picked up a saboteur instead. Son of a bitch broke my damn leg when they sabotaged our hyperdrive and nearly blew us all to smithereens when we made the jump. Damn lucky Hydra’s sister ship was close enough to stage a rescue and get my crew, ship, and I back to Coruscant.” 

“So, you’re here to find more?” Eli’s mind was already scrambling for names to hand over. 

“Not openly.” Y/n reached over to grab Eli’s forearm while they dropped their voice low, like they didn’t want to be overheard. “To the rest of the cadets, I’m here to give first hand accounts on what it’s like to lead and to look for the next five to serve on my ship when it’s repaired.” They released his arm but the ghost of their touch remained. “I wouldn’t mind some help, though.” 

Eli’s mouth moved before his brain could catch up. “I’d be happy to help.” 

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[getthrawnin]

Mitth’raw’nuruodo: You know, sometimes I wonder…

Sabine Wren: What?

Thrawn: Well… if i hadn’t been the “Grand Admiral” and you hadn’t been the “Countess of Mandalore turned Rebel,” and you and I had just met…

Sabine: I know.

Thrawn: I would’ve asked for your navigation coordinates. And I wouldn’t have been able to wait for parsecs before comm-ing you up and say, ”Hey, how about… oh, how about some caf, or whisky, or dinner, or a HoloVid… for as long as we both shall live?”

Sabine: [stunned] Thrawn…

Thrawn X Sabine Holocomm Mail Dialogue

So. My blog is into this ship. If you’re not into it, that’s fine. But, my RP partners and I are. Sorry.