#that's just what the syndicure is like

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Just one fanfic idea that I got from aysyndic: Thrawn snapping at the Ascendancy for all the manipulation and bantha shit that he was put through while the rebels watching with popcorn

That's a cool idea! Not sure it quite fits with how I tend to write Thrawn - in my head, he doesn't snap, really, and I'm fond of the "I don't see any of this as unusual" idea of how Thrawn sees his treatment by the Syndicure.

If I wrote something like this... it wouldn't necessarily be snapping, and something would have to precipitate it. The Grysk war, maybe, Thrawn (or Rebel!Thrawn) returns from Imperial space with the forces to turn the tide, and while doing so, is stymied or taken to task by the Syndicure in some fashion. Rather than snapping in the angry "how dare you treat me like this" fashion, Thrawn instead simply loses the last of whatever faith in the Syndicure he ever had, decides that they have clearly lost the last of their competence in leadership and have fallen too far into the trap of the Grysk, and calmly and logically (to him anyway) stages a military coup to replace them.

Insert This Is Fine gif.

[zeb-z]

my favorite thing about Samakro is how ride or die the man is, yet is so adamant that he’s not. he rationalizes most of it out as being for the greater good of the ascendency, as following his commanding officer well, but it’s really much simpler than that. you earn his loyalty, and he will die for the cause. the ascendancy has his loyalty, and now so does thrawn, personally

[vibratingskull]

Hello!!! I love love love your yandere thrawn!!! Could I please request yandere thrawn x rut/heat?

Maybe as the rut approaches he gets more possessive and obsessive, watching reader more carefully and preparing his chambers for reader. Reader might notice the extra tension in thrawn but just assumes he's worried about his campaign or something. Then when the rut actually hits he's like in the middle of a meeting and kicks everyone out to take reader.

Thank you for all your writing!!!

OMG Yandere Thrawn in heat/ rut ????? So sexy! That's a brilliant idea I may steal it for my main yandere... Who knows... Stay tuned 😇

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Yandere behavior (duh), possessive, jealousy, Thrawn's first time, cunni, fingering, P in V, creampie, breeding kink

Everything is perfect.

Thrawn planned absolutely everything for you, you’re the only one missing now.

He takes a look around in his large suite on his ISD. He measures his chances. He truly does. He knows meeting his one and only is something that only happens to the most lucky, so many people live and die without ever meeting their true other half. So for him to have the chance of meeting you, he considers himself extremely lucky. And he harbors the hope you do too!

And soon he intends to honor you like you deserve to be.

He ordered a lot of new pillows everywhere to create nests for you to lay down and relax.

He will lay you down in all of them and take you tenderly all night long.

He added a lot of new surfaces in his quarters, if you're freaky enough he will gladly take you on them too. Anything to amuse you.

He is quite excited and a bit nervous actually. This is his first rut with a partner. Back at the Ascendancy nobody caught his eyes so he took pills to suppress his rut all his life to keep them at bay. He got through life watching couples flourishing and getting at it passionately when the rut came. To him it always was more of an annoyance and disturbance in his work. Try to keep a crew focused when their instincts are screaming at them to take their partners to bed! A real challenge. Thanks to the Warrior, the Syndicure passed a law forcing each warrior and officers to take suppressants, now calm and peace came back on the bridge and he could speak to level headed adults and not toddlers in uniforms consistently on the verge of implosion. Honestly, this aspect of the Chiss species was such a burden! What a shame to be diminished to a rabid animal when you are civilized like them! For those reasons Thrawn always hated that part of himself, what a relief he felt when Thrass offered him a pill to calm down his ardors when he developed his firsts pulsions. The sensation of freshness and renewed control he felt when he gulped down that little pill for the first time… Truly a blessing!

If there is something Thrawn absolutely despises, it’s the loss of control.

But then, he met you.

Perfect you.

Adorable you.

How could he have predicted you? So far away from his people and civilisations, in an empire of aliens, how could he have predicted to meet his perfect match? The first time he saw you, he knew. He knew the Warrior created you for him and him only. You were standing at attention, your back straight and head high with a little smile to greet him for his promotion to Grand Admiral. Did he find you beautiful? No idea. You just immediately caught his eyes, like a firefly is tempted by light he was drawn to you by a force beyond his understanding.

He felt like he was struck by lightning when he first heard your chuckle at one of his dry humored responses to a fool of an officer, and that was the sweetest sound he ever heard in his life! And you are so intelligent… He have the greatest pleasure inviting you to his office to strategize all night long

If only your stupid boyfriend wasn’t in the way. 

That jackass had no style nor class, why were you in a relationship with him in the first place? You must have felt pity for him, with such a great heart of yours, you must have felt bad for that poor fool and decided to offer him a chance once in his miserable life.

And that idiot did not take the measure of his chance! Taking you for granted, speaking loudly over you, pressing you against his sweaty body all day long, clearly undeserving of you…

But you still looked at him with heart eyes, drinking his words like gospel.

How?

Why?

Thrawn could not tolerate it, he felt love for the very first time he was not going to let you fly away from him that easily, especially for a loser such as him. So he started to take actions, giving you conflicting agendas to make it hard for the both of you to see each other, making one work when the other was sleeping. When he had no choice but to have you both on the bridge at the same time Thrawn made sure to humiliate him as much as possible with a stern expression and impossible questions, slowly but surely your view of your man was tarnished, slowly but surely you started to get disinterested and distanced yourself from him.

His plan was working to perfection.

And during that time, Thrawn worked to place himself in your life as a friend, a comforting presence and a shoulder to put your head on. He let you see parts of him he never revealed to anybody, not even Ar’alani nor Eli, you spend so many sleepless nights chatting on your comlinks and he truly felt your relationship growing more intimate and purposeful. He called you during your leave, innocently asking about your days and your daily routine. He once learned your favorite drinks and at your next shift they miraculously appeared on the menu of the Mess hall. Your little bedroom suddenly changed to a larger one for “suspicion of vermin infestation”, one suspiciously closer to Thrawn quarters and away from the other dumbass. You had full access to Thrawn office for you to take care of the Ysalamiry together, you who love them so much! He keeped showering you with privileges and special moments with him.

Everything was falling into place, as he wished.

Until that idiot had the absolute nerve to ask your hand in marriage on the bridge, in front of everyone else!

A last desperate act to keep you with him, in a sense Thrawn understands him, he would never want to get separated from you, under any circumstances either. But outside the obvious infringement to any rule in place it is a direct attack on his honor and he was ready to send him to a cell for that alone and have him tortured. In secrecy, obviously.

You had the right mind to ask for time, but you didn’t immediately say no either. To Thrawn's horror. With you impressed by the sudden boldness of the fool, all his hard work could go to waste.

So he had to intervene drastically and kill him off. It was quite simple, a land mission, a quick shot at the back of the head, dumping the body in the nearest river after plucking out all his teeth and cutting all his fingers and flying far away, abandoning the corpse to the unchained elements.

Oh you were devastated, in tears for days. Days that you spent in Thrawn’s arms, hugging you tightly to appease your pain and relieve you. He cradled you day and night, slowly infiltrating your daily life, making his presence an evidence.

He knows the kind of cold and imposing aura he gives off so he took care to be as tender and soft as possible, giving you glimpses of his loving, intimate side.

And you were hooked!

Soon after you shared your first kiss. He was caressing your cheek, his gaze traveling to your soft, plump lips and leaned forward to capture them. You froze, surprised, but responded quickly, circling his neck with your arms and opening your mouth for his tongue.

He was in heaven!

Finally!

He had you for himself! To avoid any miscommunications he immediately asked you to go official, you accepted and sealed your vows with another languorous kiss.

Which brings us to today.

He never forced himself on you, going at your pace for your comfort. But that doesn’t mean he can’t initiate actions, so he will seduce you out of your mind and take you to bed this week and he will taste the pleasure of the rut for the first time of his life. He will indulge so much! Keeping you in bed for a full week, breeding you over and over, authorizing you to leave the nests only for the most basic necessities and grabs you back in the sheets immediately.

He will get you addicted to him, to his cock. Absolutely ruining any other man for you. He will make sure you become pregnant, locking you with him forever. You are not a cruel woman to deny your child a father, no matter how horrible he might be.

But he doesn’t have to be horrible to you…

If you stay with him, he will be the most gentle, tender lover you ever met, satisfying you beyond measure.

If you ever look at another person, however…

You will taste his wrath and learn your mistake in pain. But he does it for you both, so you cannot be mad at him, he knows what’s truly good for you and that it is him!

Solely him.

You need no one else in your life. Not even our family, if they ever pose a threat to your happy couple he will cut them off entirely, or kill them altogether if they insist. You do not need them anyway, you will forget them rapidly when he will be plaguing our mind 24/7. Just as you do to him.

He absent-mindedly caresses a pillow of one of the nests. Younger him never knew why Chiss bedrooms were so large and had so many pillows in them. 

For the nests obviously.

Apparently it is quite common for couples to prefer a nest of pillows, plaids and plushies to their bed. And for the first time in his life he understands why.

Oh he cannot wait… 

Embracing you in those soft, fluffy nests and taking you languorously until you cry out of love and exhaustion while he keeps thrusting deep into you. Your cute face in tears and forced into the plushies while you squirt violently around his cock.

He caresses his lips with a deviant smile, oh he’s going to enjoy it so much… Having you completely cock drunk, a babbling mess while he towers over you in full control. Oh that is going to be so sweet…

And you will become pregnant! Let’s not forget that delicious fact.

He cannot wait to see you round with his child, maybe his twins or triplets. He will give you so many children! Chiss have very large families, by blood or association, he is no exception, his instincts scream at him to procreate as much as possible with you.

He wants to meet his children now, having them running around you both all day long… He will find you the perfect house or little cottage to raise them, they will have a swing and a dog and so, so many siblings to play with!

He knows you’re not on the same page considering your relationship. You are such a free spirit, always fluttering around to chances, to opportunities… He actually has the greatest difficulties keeping you chained down to him, you always seem to find a way to escape with a laugh and sparkling eyes, forcing him to sprint after you in hope to catch you. You're teasing him so much! You are his little birdie he desperately wants to cage. And as stimulating as it is for him it is also incredibly frustrating, why won’t you just settle with him? Why make things difficult? He has nothing against using chains and gags but he would like you to be happy at his side, not just a captive. But once pregnant you will do the only respectable thing to do and marry him, because you are so responsible!

Then you will be with him forever.

He also prepared for that, he modified his diet, intensified his training routine and started to take fertility boosters everyday. One morning you stayed to sleep in his suite, you asked him what was that small orange pill he took. He lied to you, pretending it was only vitamins. You would have been so scared, and he doesn’t want to scare you, only to back you into a corner.

You are two different species after all, he cannot let those things to the hazard.

One week ago when he felt the first symptoms of the heat he gulped down twice the dosage, just to be sure…

He used to hate those symptoms, those heat waves and sore muscles, but today he welcomes them with so much pleasure. He also felt growing territorial and possessive. He always tolerated you having friends, he’s not a complete monster, but those last few days? They realized how terrifying he could be with a single glance in their direction. They didn’t even have to speak with you, only standing in your vicinity was enough to send him into a boiling rage! Especially the males! He would appear from out of nowhere, his aura murderous and shooting them with his red gaze and dump them with even more chores and duties, especially on the other side of the Chimaera, far away from you, his darling.

One had the nerve to hug you and Thrawn pushed you into the shower and scrubbed your naked body for a full hour despite your complaints to get rid of his disgusting scent. He couldn’t help it, it was making him gag, smelling another male on you. He laid all night long on you, crushing you in place with his weight, until he could smell only his own musk on you when the morning came.

You didn’t see that friend from then on…

His alarm blares off, signaling him it is time to head to the board rooms where he organized a session with all his superior officers to strategize the next campaign. You’ll be here obviously. He will gorges himself of your scent and presence, boosting him for the rest of the day. 

No, for the whole month!

He walks peacefully towards the board room, back straight and head high when he starts to feel a heat wave approaching. Oh well, he will take a shower later.

He turns a corner and smiles.

You are here, waiting for him, your datapad in hand. You never wait for him at his suite, too visible and he likes his privacy, so you took the habits to wait for him mid-way. 

He doesn’t slow down, letting you adjust to his pace, and your two hands graze for a split second before going back to their places.

“Good morning, Grand Admiral.” You greet with a little smile.

He takes pleasure at seeing your face lightning up when he appears in a room, how your eyes sparkle and your smile grows larger.

“Good morning, Captain.”

“You seem tense. Are you alright?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Oh sweet adorable you, you know him so well… And you always take care of him, noticing in one glare that something changed in him, not that he tried to hide it from you. You can see those parts of him, you are allowed.

And those heatwaves are not really comfortable…

“Am I?” He asks with a lopsided grin, “Quite the contrary, I feel full of energy.”

“Really? Good.” You smile gently at him. “We will need it for today!”

You think about the strategies, he thinks about the bed.

“I am sure it will be a productive day.” He slowly nods, approvingly.

“With you it is always a productive day.” You chuckle.

Your scent comes to brush his nose and he deeply inhales, inviting it deep into his lungs. It sets his nerves on fire, electrifying him to his core.

That feels so good…

You reach the board room where everyone else is waiting and take your place. Thrawn starts the holomap and the session can start.

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Everything was going so well.

He was fully focused, mind set on his enemies and strategies, listening to his subordinates when it struck him.

Like a lightning.

All his muscles suddenly violently contracted, chasing all the air out of his lungs. His usually so well organized mind completely froze like stunted. It was so violent he almost lost his balance and collapsed. But he held on,standing firm on his feet.

And now there is only one thing he cares about.

You.

“Everyone… Out.” He says so coldly a shudder spreads through the assistance.

“Sir? Did we do-” One starts to speak to understand this sudden shift of behavior.

“Out!” He shouts.

Everyone scurries outside, it’s the very first time they ever heard him raise his voice and they don’t intend to hear more!

“Captain (F/n), you stay.” He orders harshly.

He feels his cock gorging itself with blood, getting warmer and constricted in his tight pants.

So this is how it truly feels…

The sudden craving, hunger for flesh, that urge commending all his senses and priorities. A desire so powerful his only thought is to breed you immediately, right here and there, like an animal.

You remain still, worried. You look at him, hugging your datapad against your plump breast, well hidden under that stupid green uniform. He wants to tear it all apart, destroying it completely to discover your sweet naked body.

His hard gaze is on those incompetents that still didn’t evacuate the room, he turns towards the young ensigns absolutely terrified, pressing themself at the door to leave as quickly as possible.  

If they don’t go away he will take you in front of them without any shame! 

They must have felt his black gaze on them because they suddenly manage to pass through the door and disappear away from him. 

The door shuts close.

And he now turns towards you.

You are now completely alone with a seemingly pissed off Grand Admiral Thrawn.

You are terrified beyond measure. He never raised his voice. Ever. He looks at you with a dark glare, like he could eat you up in one bite.

You gulp.

He starts to walk towards you, skirting the holomap, dark eyes fixed on you, frowning terribly. You press your datapad closer against you in a soothing manner. Did you do something? Said something? Angered him in some way?

“Thrawn? Is something wrong?” You ask with tremors in the voice.

You hope talking to him would snap him out of him but he keeps walking towards you like a carnivore having cornered a prey.

“Thrawn…” You call again.

In complete silence he seizes your datapad out of your grasp and just breaks it in half like it’s nothing before tossing it aside. You gasp, shocked.

“Thrawn, if I did-”

You have no time to finish your sentence, his large hand comes to grasp your throat and pushes you against the wall where he captures your lips in a demanding kiss.

What the fuck is going on?!

Everything was well, he listened patiently to his colleagues with a little smile and suddenly his eyes widened and he ordered everyone out. And now he is pressing you against the wall to kiss you.

Where is your sweet, tender boyfriend?

He presses his hot large body against yours, more petite in comparison. He squeezes your throat as he forces you to open your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. He groans in the kiss like a pissed off tiger as his tongue meets and hugs yours.

You feel his erection against your pelvis, he brushes your groins together, leaving no doubt in your mind about what’s going to happen next. You moan pitifully, feeling a mixture of terror and excitement, feeling your southern muscles contract in response.

He suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pushes you unceremoniously against the console of the holomap, you’re bent over the metallic structure with your respiration cutted. You have no time to register what he just did, he is behind you, towering over your figure and gripping the fabric of your pants and violently pulling them. You hear the sound of teared off fabric.

“Thrawn!” You shout indignant. “What the hell?!”

He pulls on your sweet panties.

He childishly hoped you would not be wearing any undergarments, like a naughty girl, but opening you like a present is also nice. 

You try to rise up but are immediately pushed back down with his hand on the back of your neck.

“Do. Not. Move.” He orders with a chilling tone inviting zero resistance.

So you remain bent over, immobile, feeling the cold air hitting your exposed pussy. You gulp, throat dry, devoured by anxiety.

And anticipation…

You suddenly feel his wet tongue parting your folds. You grip the metal for dear life as he starts eating you out voraciously, like a starved animal. 

“Oh my god, Thrawn…” You gasp, out of your mind.

He locates your clit and starts teasing it with sweet laps, circling it, gliding across it. He moans loudly to excite you further and you start feeling your slick leaking out of your pussy to roll on your thighs. He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it avidly, like a lollipop, making it roll between his lips and titillating it with the tip of his warm tongue.

Where did he learned to eat out women so well?

He, himself, doesn’t know. He just acts on instincts right now and they are telling him to devour your sweet pussy first.

You press your hand on your mouth and immediately feel him bite the tender flesh of your thigh.

“I forbid you to remain silent.”

And to prove his point he takes a big, sloppy lap with the flat of his tongue from your clit to your perineum. You can’t help but moan in response, your legs starting to tremble under his care.

“You are getting so wet.Good.” He praises you but the tone is dark and… dangerous.

He parts your pussylips with two fingers and probs your entrance with his tongue, drinking your slick loudly.

“Ah! Thrawn…” You choke on your words.

“What is it darling? No man ever honored you this way? Such a shame.” He tuts.

He grabs your butt with his two hands and penetrates you with his long, warm tongue. You can feel it waves inside you, grazing your sweet spot so deliciously, he circles it and glides across it with the tip of his tongue.

Gosh, he wants to take you right now but you could never take his size without any preparation. And he has always been curious about your pussy’s taste, and despite his urges it seemed like a good choice to him. His instincts are always right.

And your sweet gasps go straight to his dick, he is getting so painfully hard just hearing and tasting you. This is so addictive. He suddenly understands all those couples he used to look at with disdain.

This is just so… Right!

He is not eating you out gently, but like a starved animal who just found a juicy piece of meat. He growls and purrs, satisfied by your tremors and quivers under his touch. 

This is how you should be with him all the time, a good girl for him to play all day long, a little bit fearful and dripping wet.

He expertly opens his trouser to free his erection and starts pumping it in rhythm with your sweet mewls. You are like a little bird who sang for him the sweetest melodies. 

He have no idea if you ever squirted in your life but this is now his mission, you are not leaving his embrace until you squirted for him, no matter how many tries it takes, how many hours he will have to fuck you, you’re going to do it. For him. For his pleasure.

He slurps down your essence loudly, satisfied with your taste. This is quite savory, you’re about to become his new favorite dish! 

“How does it feel?” He teases between sips, “Do you like it?”

You, on your end, just cannot respond. The only sounds passing your lips right now are desperate moans as he eats you out conscientiously. Your brain is freezed in a fight or flight response. 

“My little bird does not wish to sing to me?” He growls.

And he slaps your pussy with his palm. You shake with a groan of pain and pleasure.

“Ah! It… I’ve never done that…” You confess, panting.

Good.

Your pussy will only know his lips and no one else. Only him will make you feel this good.

“Vocalize your pleasure louder. I want the whole Chimaera to know who’s making you feel this good.”

He laughs at himself internally. Him who gave you specific hours to meet him, who refused to visit you to your cabin to not be seen, who took care of hiding your scandalous affair to anyone else is ready to throw everything through the window if it means everyone knows you belong to him and him only right now!

The rut is truly something else.

“Thrawn!” You call for him when he resumes tonguefucking you.

But he can’t help it, you just taste so good. He will eat you out every morning from now on, who cares if someone saw you come and go out of his quarters now?

Not him, not anymore.

You come really hard, so much you feel your pussy spurting something in his face with great force. Whatever it was, his purr gets way deeper. He reached his goal and you delivered splendidly! He licks his lips clean of your essence, feeling it beading from his chin.

That was even better than he anticipated, the little jump his heart did when you squirted in his mouth like if he was a young child being offered candy!

You try to catch your breath, still bent over the console, shaken by that orgasm. When was the last time you orgasmed like that? Have you ever?

“Oh thank the Maker it’s over…” you pant.

“Over?” You hear a dark chuckle freezing you down your core, “Oh sweet thing. This is only the beginning.”  

You feel his erection pressed against your spasming pussy, coating his shaft with your release. He feels… Large. Really large. Not that you are really surprised given his size, of course his penis would be as large as him. What you cannot determine however is his length.

You bite your lips in anticipation.

You feel his tip probing your entrance, before feeling him pushing it inside.

Oh dear gods! He is so massive! Your inner muscles work to welcome his size inside of you but you feel him splitting you up in two.

Your mouth opens in a perfect O trying to accommodate his size, that’s a real challenge! 

“Your little pussy struggles to take me, and I am not halfway through.” He sadistically notes.

He’s not halfway through?!

No way! How are you…? How could you…?

“Stop struggling.” He orders, “I feel you clenching all around my cock, if you do not want me ramming into you immediately it is best you relax.”

“I’m-I’m trying!” You complain.

He keeps pushing inside, filling you more and more, reaching depths you didn’t even know you had. 

“Relax, Cha’cah. Breath.” He talks you through it with a softer tone like he is pitying you. “We are almost there.”

You feel his ridges brushing your inner walls, you feel his cocks having some sort of scales made of somewhat hard flesh but they caress your soft flesh so deliciously…  You gasp, breathless when you feel his tip brushing your cervix deep inside you.

Such a curious sensation, none of your partners managed to do it without folding both of your bodies in weird angles, but Thrawn reaches it without any difficulties.

Finally… You feel his hips brushing your butt, he is fully in. And that’s a feat!

“You squeeze me so much, my darling.” He says in a gasp, “You were tailor made for my cock.”

“I feel so stuffed!” You manage to let out while you try to take back your breath.

Having his complete length inside you just chased all the air out of your lungs and your little pussy stretched to its maximum. If you were on your back and not your stomach you would see a bulge, that’s for sure.

“Well, thank you, my darling.” He darkly chuckles, “And this is all for you. Only for you. Now relax.”

And without leaving you anytime to adjust to his size he starts thrusting inside you. Deep, hard thrusts that punch air out of our lungs each time and threaten to knock you over the console. You feel his hips hitting your pussy harshly like a bull, assaulting your poor body.

“Oh Maker! Thrawn, slow down! Please!” You choke on your own words.

He rocks you so hard you almost bite your tongue at each back and forth movement. He fucks you roughly, without regards for your comfort on that sturdy console. You feel your poor pussy trying to take him ramming his whole length into you, a good thing he made you come before that, your release helps him slip inside easily but doesn’t help his massive size problem.

“I will not slow down.” He annonce, deaf to your cries, “You can take it, I know it. You can take anything I give.”

He grips your arms and holds them firmly with one hand on your back while the other holds your hip, preventing you from falling forward. 

He fucks you as voraciously as he ate you out, gluttonously and harshly. He keeps his merciless pace as you try desperately to conserve some dignity as you feel him fucking your brain out. You feel your pleasure growing, not softly and nicely but like a furious wave growing like a tsunami under his brutal rhythm. So much that a bit of drool starts dripping out of your mouth.

His tip hits your cervix relentlessly and his ridges scratch the inside of your pussy savagely, scratching every sweet spot at once and making you see hyperspace behind your eyelids.

“Blast!” You shout.

“What foul language, my darling. Should I also fuck your mouth to teach you manners?”

His hand holding your hip sneaks under your stomach to reach your nervous clit, pulsating with your heartbeat. He starts rolling it between his fingers while he rams into you like an animal. He pounds into you like it is his last day alive and you can’t do anything but take it, like a toy for him to play with. You can do so little you are barely more than a fuckdoll for him.

He is torn on his end.

On one hand this is so pleasurable, so fantastic, it sends him in such spirals of pleasure and heightens all his senses in such fashion! He gorges himself on your scent, of your pathetic moans of the wet sounds of your little pussy…It drives him so crazy, he wonders if he could ever slip out of you.

He would surely die if he ever did that.

And on the other end he hoped to take you nicely and languorously during hours on end for days, helping you reach new heights of pleasure and taking care of you romantically, not take you like a monster. Him who used to treat you so tenderly in each and every fashion like the fragile porcelain doll you are…

But this rut…

This is something so strong, so unstoppable and unfightable.

It took him by complete surprise, robbing him of his control.

But for once in his life he decides that is not so bad…

He gasps as he feels your small pussy clenching around his large girth. You strangle him so, so well, just the right size for him to enter and squeeze him deliciously. You truly are made for him and his cock.

And absolutely no one else!

He hopes you would be able to forgive him for fucking you in such a way! You deserve to be worshiped and idolized like a goddess all night long, and he had the firm attention to pamper and venerate you like his personal Empress, like the slave to your grandeur that he is… He will make it up to you! He will spend the next hours adoring you for you to pardon him for his transgression!

You feel your pussy clenching more and more under the growing waves spreading in your veins, setting fire to each nerve ending until you scream Thrawn’s name out loud.

It was completely unprompted, it escaped you while you tried to gasp for air but your orgasm crashed on you so suddenly it took you by surprise. The tsunami reached the shore and is devastating everything in its wake. 

“Keep screaming, cheo Cha’cah. I want everyone to know who is fucking you this good.”

You convulsing around him pushes him beyond pleasure and he comes inside you without your consent after three more deep thrusts, he buries himself deep, spurting his seed in your most secret place. He feels your entire body tensing then slump, like all your strength escaped your organism with a “oof.”

He gently caresses the cheeks of your butt with his large warm hands as he catches his breath, still deep inside. He slips his disheveled strands of hair back on his head and opens his jacket to get rid of his now sweaty shirt.

This is a really nice physical exercise! Far more enjoyable than those repetitive and boring reps. It could become his new routine! He always has been more than serious with his training, but he would look up to this new exercise each day, he would partake with so much enthusiasm!

You surely would not object! He would give you so much pleasure each and every day…

He slips out of you and makes you roll on your back. You are still catching your breath while he has already recovered. Humans are no match for Chiss stamina after all. He growls as he sees his semen oozing out of you. 

You are already wasting it!

He collects it with his fingers and pushes it back inside, penetrating your sex with his slender digits. He sees you shaking with this simple touch, you are still so sensitive after all… He cleans you with his fingers, fingering it back inside your greedy womb that tries to retain him inside. He grins lightly. Your body doesn’t seem satisfied with two orgasms and seems to already call for him and his skillful talents again. 

You, on the other hand, seem exhausted.

He enters you again, localizing your G-spot easily and starts brushing it eagerly. You mewl tiredly in response but your body answer is undeniably positive, your pussy stretches enthusiastically, dripping wet, and your legs spasm each time he scratches your spot with the pad of his fingers. 

“Thrawn…” You try to call, your hand lazily raising to grab his arm and stop him.

But you have no energy left and let your hand fall back to your side. He keeps fingering you, enjoying the ungodly wet noises of your pussy, stuffed with his white cum.

One won’t be enough.

You need to do it again. Over and over again, until your cute tummy is completely bloated with his semen. 

Then, and only then, he will consider he did a sufficient job.

He pushes a third finger inside and you whimper, like sweet music, he scissors you thoroughly admiring your entrance gaping around his fingers. He can’t believe such a little pussy could take him so well, he actually thought you would not and break under him. But you did. And quite well, considering it.

You gave him so much pleasure already, choking his shaft so lusciously, hugging his form so perfectly he felt like he could mold your insides for his specific shape, ensuring that any potential rival is terribly disappointing to you.

But there will be no potential rival. In any shape or form.

“Thrawn…” You pitifully call again, your chest rising up and down as you breathe.

“Is there a problem, cheo Cha’cah? Are you in pain?” He investigates, just to be sure.

He is not a monster after all.

“No… No but-” You throw your head back with pleasure as he accelerates his ministrations. “Ah!”

You’re in no pain, that’s all he wanted to know.

“Let it happen, my darling. There is no use fighting it, let me take care of everything.” He charms you with his enthralling deep, melodious voice.

He circles and crosses your G-spot, rubbing it roughly while adding pressure with a hand on your venus mound, earning sobs and moans from your part. He adds pressure on your clit with his thumb, gliding across it and flicking it, feeling you dripping off his hand as he hooks you from inside. He accelerates his care, stretching your pussy good as you tremble under his hand, knuckles deep, curling and spreading them, making his fingers twirl to caress any inner surfaces of your pussy. He then resumes fingering you mercilessly until you cry your eyes out, big tears rolling down as your pussy spasms around his soaked digits.

You come again, shuddering dramatically. While you try to catch your breath again, Thrawn lowers himself to the level of your pussy to make sure all of his potent semen was inside, where it should be. He traces your pussylips with his fingers, utterly fascinated by that jewel of nature.

He kisses your slit with reverence and raises back on his feet.

He looms over you and opens your green jacket and pulls your shirt over your bra. He takes out his hidden vibroblade and cuts it open, revealing your breast to his eyes. He feels his own eyes rounding up as he discovers them in plain sight, your nipples standing up to attention as the cold bites them.

Your boobs are just to his taste, just how he likes them.

He grabs them in his large hand and kneads them good, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking on it.

Soon when he will do that again he will taste your milk. He will drink from your tits when they get heavy with milk. He cannot wait…

He kisses it and takes the other one in his mouth, licking across the soft skin, peppered it with soft kisses as you sobs, cheeks soaked, your hand coming to caress his hair.

He stands back straight, slicking his hair back, letting sweat roll on his gorgeous body, his deep blue skin glistening with all the flickering signals of the board room. His red eyes shine hungrily in the low light of the room, fixated on your form under him.

He pumps his cock one or two times, hardening already again and pushes it back inside, your essence acting up as lube. He watches fascinated how his penis disappears inside your body, a creamy O at his base. 

The bulge is consequent and he can’t help a dark snicker. You are going to be gorgeous, all round with his child…

He resumes his hard thrusting, gripping your hips harshly, digging his nails in your soft flesh to keep you in place. He watches your boobs bobbing up and down, hypnotized. You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as all of this is way too much for you. You’re oversensitive and he keeps the pleasure rolling longer and farther, teasing your nerves until you broke down completely.

But he wants more.

He broke down your sentiments but he wants to break down your mind, utterly destroying it. He wants you dumb and cockdrunk, stuffed with his seed like the good girl he knows you are. So he keeps burying his girth deep in you, brushing your G-spot with the edges of his ridges 

He needs to give you more loads or you’ll never get pregnant! 

What if the pills he took were not enough? He worries at the back of his mind. What if nothing was enough and you’ll never get pregnant? What if your two species are ultimately incompatible?

He pushes these thoughts back.

Of course he’s going to get you pregnant. He is the Grand Admiral Thrawn, a warrior, a Chiss. Nothing is impossible to him.

He would not allow any other results.

He rocks his hips into yours, reveling in the pleasure you are giving him, he undulates his body with delight meeting your dripping sex, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the large room. He chases both of your releases while you fully tremble underneath him, he seizes your thighs with his large hands and spreads them wide open, throwing your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to deepen his thrusts.

Oh that is just so good…

He hoped his first time would have been romantic and sweet. He still has a heart full of love and devotion after all, he thought that after a date at a museum he would have treated you to a nice dinner before carrying you to the bed and honor you all night long. But instead he is ramming into you like a beast, in the middle of his boardroom on his ship for all his crew to hear, trying to break you in a million pieces under him.

You truly never know what life has in store for you.

In all honesty, he didn’t know it would go so well. He is not young anymore and he feared entering you for the first time would have him come undone right here and there, and it almost happened! He had to collect all his will to not explode inside of you just by entering you. His honor would have never recovered if he came before satisfying his darling first!

What kind of man would he be then? One that only chases his own pleasure like a self centered jerk? He likes to think of himself as above that.

Granted, you are in this situation because he couldn’t help but chase his own release, but that is completely beside the point!

He circles his hips to vary the sensations and you bite into your lips in response.

“What did I say about silencing yourself?” He scolds you, growling.

He seizes your jaw, pressing your cheeks like a fish and leans forward dangerously, shooting you with his feverish gaze. You look so silly like that.

“This is the last time I warn you, understood?” He demands with a dark tone.

You can only nod with your silly expression, eyes round with surprise and submission. That looks good on you. He leans further to lick your cheek as he rocks his hips realizing you soiled it with your drool smeared all over your jaw. Did you lose all control, He wonders snickering?

He captures your lips for a messy kiss, tongue dancing and drool exchanged. You whine, having your air robbed out of you and he accentuates his thrusts to have you reach higher notes. He lays fully on you, taking you in his arms to hug you tight, his thrusts are still mean and hard, hurting your pelvis with his raw strength. 

“Focus on kissing me, sweet thing.” He orders, between little kisses all over your jaw.

He feels you drooling on yourself as your lips meet again, that amuses him tremendously. He moans in the kisses, burying himself to the hilt as your pussy swallows him whole like it should.

His heart is singing. Is it what true bliss feels like? Being one with your other half…

He licks your lips as you roll your eyes inside your skull, too lost in the pleasure he gives you. He keeps bullying his length into you, embracing you with his long arms, he sneaks his hand under your shirt on your back and buries his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your musk. His heart flutters, pumping his blood at 100 miles per hour. It has been so long since he felt excitement like that, such pure joy, having you close like that, sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. He brushes the tip of his nose on your neck, purring deeply while you keep whimpering in his ears, arms circled around his large form and legs circled around his waist, keeping him deep buried in your puffy pussy.

You long stopped trying to formulate sentences, your brain is too fried for you to speak proper Basic, instead just letting broken mewls escape you. But that is as good for him, that is a testimony of the overwhelming pleasure he is giving you and he revels in it with pride.

Your inner walls are all gorged with blood, fluffy and soft for his cock, your pussy is clenching almost painfully around him and your clit is pulsating furiously, begging for attention. You snake one hand between your two bodies to caress it, prompting Thrawn to look down at what you were doing.

“Sorry, my darling. You invaded all of my mind and I lost track of things.”He apologizes.

One of his large hands follows yours and starts to tease your bundle of nerves instead of your more petite hand.

What kind of idiot is he? How dare he lose himself so much to stop paying attention to your needs? He chastises himself.

He thoroughly rolls and presses your clit between his fingers as he undulates his hips with the energy of a beast. He resumes kissing you, feeling so light, like all his pressure and problems just vanished in your presence. He hugs your tongue with his, dancing with it, robbing you of your breath.

You feel the waves of pleasure spreading through your veins and your pussy, making it convulsing ferociously and you come for the fourth time, screaming Thrawn name.

Once again, your orgasm pushes his and he comes deep inside your womb for a second time. 

This time you notice.

“You came inside?” You ask breathlessly, visibly worried, “I’m not on the pill!” You warn.

Of course he knows it already.

“Oh my.” He responds with a lopsided grin, caressing the bulge made by his shaft with his warm hand, “Then we will have no other choice but to take care of a little one.”

Abortion is out of the question. He is a firm defender of this right for women, of course, but for you? With his child? Out of the question. He will not even entertain the idea.

“What? … Are you sure?” You ask dumbfounded, “Is it not-”

“I will take my responsibilities with you and the kid, do not worry about anything.” He puts his forehead against yours, red eyes buried in yours. “I will not disappear  and leave you alone.”

“It’s not what… I wasn’t accusing you of-”

“Everything will be alright. We will be together.” He embraces you tight. “You need not to worry.”

He cradles you gently, hearing your shallow, rapid breaths. He sighs, satisfied.

Well, not completely. Two is still not enough. He starts a back and forth movement again, but this time slow, gentle, loving, languorous…

“You are not tired yet?” You ask incredulously, at the end of your own rope.

“No.” He brushes his nose with yours, “I told you earlier I was full of energy today…”

He holds your cheeks in his hands, forehead against forehead, purring gently and deeply.

This.

This is true bliss. True happiness. You and him, locked together forever. Legacies tied in reputation and now blood.

“What will I do for my career if I get pregnant?” You start to worry.

He fights the urge to sigh, why won’t you drop the subject? Or better yet, why don’t you see it as the absolute marvelous good news for your couple as he does?

“You will not lose anything. I will keep you at my side whatever might happen. Like I said…” He looks into your eyes with the most serious expression you ever saw on his face and… Some underlying hunger and jealousy, “... Do not worry about anything.”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay, @obbicrystaleo, @germie2037

[thrawns-backrest]

Hopefully there are still people out there that are reading this, I feel like I've put way too much thought in it. Anyway let the Ronan and Ba'kif adventures resume.

Title: Buried in Ice

Characters: Ronan, Ba'kif and others

Chapters: 6/?

Summary: Ronan adjusts to life with the Chiss when a sudden revelation leads him to realize that his fate is not as firmly in his hands as he'd thought it was.

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Ba’kif shifted his posture and refocused his attention on the blank wall opposite him.

How had it come to this?

There was a dull ache in his knuckles from how tightly he’d been clenching his fists and he flexed his fingers before giving up on the effort altogether.

He should have seen this coming, he really should have.

Letting his eyes roam again, he glanced at the human occupying the seat parallel to his. Lyron’s complexion remained pale and drawn and his hands played nervously with each other where he’d folded them in his lap. It was one of the more extreme signs of alarm Ba’kif had observed in him and he filed it to the back of his mind on impulse.

If he’d thought the tension of their uncertain circumstances was taxing, then he was unprepared for the frustration their current circumstances incited in him. Perhaps he was losing his touch?

… He really should have seen this coming.

The café was nearing its evening lull by the time they were halfway through their drinks. Those who had opted to spend their afternoon there had thinned, making space for the patrons that would begin filing in at the end of their workday, and the servers had taken to lounging around the bar, in preparation for the coming flux.

It was just the right amount of ears Ba’kif felt comfortable discussing more sensitive topics around.

He set his cup back down in its saucer and repressed a grin at another blunt remark from his companion.

Despite having most of their work-related talks in his office back in EDF headquarters, he would still invite Secretary Lyron out here occasionally, under the pretext of a by now established tradition.

It would be dishonest to say that the human’s file was complete by now. No, unbeknownst or perhaps very much known to Lyron – Ba’kif had learned not to underestimate him by now – his evaluation was still very much in progress. And Ba’kif had taken note of the fact that the human felt much more comfortable in a less professional environment.

“It’s stupidly brash, is what it is,” Lyron fumed, picking his finished cup up for the umpteenth time before setting it back down, disgruntled at its emptiness. “How are we supposed to defend someone whose actions are indefensible?”

“We don’t.” Ba’kif said simply. “Our job isn’t to conjure blamelessness where there is none. So by all means, let the Syndicure rip into them.”

Lyron grumbled something unintelligible.

“That reflects on our own reputation you know.”

“I admit there is a certain tendency among the younger generations to blunder in their approach. There are a lot of young officers who seem to have misunderstood some of our more successful strategies.”

Lyron’s gaze beckoned him to elaborate. Ba’kif sighed and repositioned himself in his chair.

“Many saw Thrawn’s success in the early days of the war and thought uncompromising hardheadedness was the way to go.”

Essentially missing the true nature behind Trawn’s genius. And only taking away the unfortunate side effects, Ba’kif finished in his head.

“You mean we work for reckless upstarts who live in a post Thrawn era and think they don’t need an ounce of political acumen.”

Ba’kif chose to forgo his answer. Lyron winced sympathetically.

“Just how deep of a scar has this man left on your society?”

“Crises come and go, Lyron,” Ba’kif waved him away. “Our society is used to weathering them without any lasting effects. We, as the Ascendancy’s servants, simply need to make sure it survives its current predicament.”

Lyron shrugged his shoulders cheerfully.

“Well, I’ll be cheering for you from the sidelines.”

The remark prompted a wry smile from Ba’kif that he opted to hide behind his cup.

From the sidelines, Lyron said. Little did he know how hard that was to believe, just looking at him. Lyron might have been loath to admit it but he was integrating into their people quicker than anyone had anticipated.

As for his opinions on Thrawn, Ba’kif had to give the latter some credit and admit that it was all a bit more convoluted than that.

There was, for one, the possibility that the Syndicure’s desire to avoid another Thrawn scenario at all costs exacerbated the whole situation.

This was why the Mediation Bureau had come to be to begin with. But that strategy also had its pitfalls.

On the one hand separating politics from military matters presupposed some degree of detachment and independence for the officers of one from the other. But on the other it made a larger mess when the two were forced to interact.

This effect may be less Thrawn’s doing and more a natural progression of things that they had to adapt to for the greater good.

This was a point of contention between Lyron and Ba’kif; one they’d discovered during the many times they’d discussed the topic since it was first brought up.

Lyron argued the need for earlier family separation in the navy, as early as Junior Captain, and a simultaneous obligatory education in political and state affairs, while Ba’kif preferred to let things happen more naturally. Regardless of whether Thrawn’s influence had been the inciting push that had set things in motion, the lines between the two institutions were showing signs of becoming less blurred and the Mediation Bureau had so far proven successful in being both buffer and wedge.

Ba’kif could envision it growing and expanding slowly as the new status quo settled, a subtle development that responded more to demand rather than any artificial meddling. 

The Arostocra were still jumpy, even with Thrawn so far away, and a rapid reform like this could incite fear among them of losing some of their influence. Some of them were already noticing the shift Thrawn’s heroics and departure had caused in the navy and were not happy about it at all.

Ba’kif had tried to explain it to Lyron multiple times but the human merely shook his head, insisting that a strong legal framework was necessary for any experimental project’s survival and that establishing that framework while the Aristocra weren’t yet up in arms about it was crucial.

And Ba’kif, though he wouldn’t say it out loud, was secretly pleased by the opposition. Much like Thrawn, he recognized the value of different viewpoints working together and he had a good feeling that the solution to their problem would eventually be found in the middle, so long as they both worked diligently toward it.

Thrawn had warned Ba’kif that Lyron could be particularly stubborn about his opinions but could be swayed given a solid enough explanation. ‘A deference to hard facts and logic, if you will’ Thrawn had called it.

But Ba’kif suspected it had less to do with stubbornness and more with dislike, though he’d prudently chosen not to voice that opinion. Thrawn’s methods and Vanto’s apparent disloyalty (a rather hypocritical label, all things considered) seemed to be the source behind Lyron’s staunch antagonism and while that was a flaw that didn’t do him any favors, Ba’kif could tolerate it as long as it didn’t get in the way of his work.

So far that work had been satisfactory and promising for Lyron’s future in the Ascendancy. Although, Ba’kif had to admit, letting his thoughts drift for a moment, that was certainly not the only motivation he had for keeping Lyron around.

The man was a valuable asset in another regard. The place he came from, his vaunted Empire, was a form of government where the military held much more sway than it did in the Ascendancy. Essentially a stratocracy.

As such he could provide insight into how such a system operated. What loopholes were used to give the military its influence, what laws were in place to empower it. Thrawn had given them a detailed rundown of how the Empire operated but he was always more interested in the military side of things, as was Vanto.

How and where politics came into play was still a gray area which if charted, could provide guidelines of sorts, Ba’kif thought darkly.

Lyron seemed to straddle that line between military and politics. His own commanding officer, from what Ba’kif could glean, had been a civilian.

It was a dangerous thought… a slippery slope perhaps. But if they were to survive this war, they had to loosen the Syndicure’s hold on the military. An army fettered by a slow cumbersome political administration could not hope to weather the pressure the Grysks were exerting on them forever, if much longer.

And Ba’kif was well aware of that.

“Well, I believe this is all for today.”

Lyron sighed at length, getting up and tucking his questis under his arm. “No appointments for this afternoon?”

“None, Secretary.” Ba’kif nodded.

“Good, I can peruse these at home then.”

Home.

Another smirk hidden behind Ba’kif’s cup.

“Ah, and secretary,” Ba’kif stopped him before he could walk away.

“I had one of my aides order the garments you spoke of when we last met. They should be delivered from the seamstress’s in the coming week.”

The words sent a flash of surprise over Lyron’s face, bordering on shock.

“Thank you that’s...” he stopped and fumbled for words for a moment, “Very considerate of you.”

Ba’kif smiled indulgently.

“I know your situation makes it difficult for you move about freely. That shouldn’t bar you from simple comforts.”

“Yes, thank you. General.”

In a rare show of awkwardness, Lyron excused himself and hurried out of the café, leaving Ba’kif to finish his drink.

He did so with a touch of amusement.

It seemed, Ba’kif noted, that the human’s combativeness left him floundering when faced with simple courtesy. The Empire apparently didn’t employ such methods to ensure the loyalty of its subjects, though admittedly neither did the Ascendancy, not normally at least.

Turning back to his tea, he eyed the dregs at the bottom of the cup and contemplated dragging out his stay a bit longer. There were few opportunities for rest these days. The Syndicure and the Grysks made sure of it.

Something wouldn’t leave his mind, though, no matter how hard he swatted at it.

It was something Lyron had said. Something about a gift…

Now, the gift itself wasn’t unusual. Lyron had received various gifts and trinkets from Aristocra who were happy with how their family members’ cases were handled.

That part wasn’t unusual.

What was unusual though was that the gift was apparently anonymous.

No politician would make a moot move like that, Ba’kif reasoned, frowning at his cup, there was no point in an anonymous gift if your only purpose was to curry favor.

He tried to set the thought aside as paranoid but it persisted and the itch only seemed to grow the longer he let it ferment. In the end it bothered him enough to cause him to drop the idea of rest and make his way out of the café, setting a brisk pace in the direction of the EDF’s housing quarters.

Paranoid, part of him chided but he reasoned that indulging his paranoia in this case wouldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario, he wasted a few minutes on a detour. A detour he had no intention of relegating to someone else for fear of coming off as neurotic.

Making a sharp turn at the corner of the square, he ignored the stares of the passersby and found the nearest entrance to the winding building complex carved into the stone. The apartment was easy enough to find – he’d never been there himself but the number was seared into his memory. Few of the people they monitored were accommodated in their own branch’s housing district after all.

He rapped his knuckles on the hatch once then twice and was dismayed to receive only silence in response.

It pushed him into doing something he wasn’t looking forward to and he dug into his jacket reluctantly, pulling out an access card and swiping it against the hatch’s controls.

They would cross that bridge when they got to it, he told himself and took a step into the moderately sized suite. The place seemed empty, save for the scarf draped next to the hatch, and his eyes immediately landed on the bottle sitting innocuously on the coffee table in the living room.

Closer inspection revealed that it indeed bore no inscription just as a voice sounded behind him.

“General?”

He turned to see Lyron at the threshold to what seemed like the apartment’s fresher.

“Where did this come from?” Ba’kif asked brusquely, forgoing all formalities.

He watched as Lyron’s confusion reflected on his face, his eyes making a few meaningful trips between the open hatch and Ba’kif’s presence.

“Like I said, it was dropped off at the office this morning,” he tried hesitantly.

“Do you have any idea as to who might be the sender?”

“We had a busy month. Many cases.”

The words pressed Ba’kif’s lips into a thin line.

In hindsight, he would be grateful for the decision to indulge his paranoia, he reflected later as they sat in tense silence, awaiting the results of the secondary analysis.

Finally, the questis on the table in front of them let out a soft ping and Ba’kif’s hand shot out to grab it. He perused the brief message grimly and turned towards Lyron with a single word.

“Lethal,” he all but growled and watched the last of the color drain from Lyron’s face.

It was official then, Ba’kif concluded wryly as he set the device back down with a sigh, shooting a glance at the nauseous-looking human at his side.

He was once again fighting a war on two fronts.

[hydr0phius]

Some crack summaries (and just general notes) of Greater Good like how I did with Chaos Rising

Ar'alani: We have technology to aim our weapons with but I'm going to just eyeball this shot here.

...

Thalias: *enters the bridge, is exhausted*

Samakro: Wow, you look like shit.

Thalias: Thanks so much. I really appreciate that.

...

The side of Thaliamakro in this book has me giggling and kicking my feet. If they don't get together romantically I am still here for the friendship. I love them skdjfhsdjf. SAMAKRO SHE'S NOT A SPY THOUGH, MATE-

...

Laknym & Thalias: *open their mouths to explain something to Che'ri or to ask a question of each other while they're down in secondary command*

Kharill: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thalias: We're-

Kharill: SHHHHHH. NO. NO TALKING. SHUSH.

...

The ominous things being hinted at about the Stybla family's past (the most vicious warriors etc). I'm intrigued. Tell me MORE.

...

*Samakro & Thrawn talking about keeping the Magys on the Springhawk & it's low key an argument*

Samakro: And what do you suppose the Syndicure will think of this?

Lakinda, internally: I hope I don't get dragged into this.

Thrawn: Actually, I wasn't going to tell them *looks at Lakinda*

Lakinda, now officially in the argument: Uhhhh

...

Lakinda: STUPID THRAWN TAKING ALL THE DAMN GLORY!!!!! I DISLIKE THIS MF-

...

Thalias: *wakes up*

The Magys in hibernation:

Thalias: Who the fuck put that the- wait, I said Thrawn and Samakro could put it here. Uh. *proceeds to dress for the day throwing side eye looks at the hibernation chamber and wondering if the magys is just suddenly going to wake up and jump scare her (she's not)*

...

Thalias: *opens the door*

Che'ri, instantly looking inside: WHat's ThAt-

Thalias: A coffin!

Che'ri:

Thalias:

Che'ri: That's a bit weird.

Thalias: The Magys is in hibernation to stop her from offing herself.

Che'ri: o h.

...

Ba'kif: *giving the new orders for Thrawn to be shifted out to the Paataatus again, except there's a lot of political shit going on at the same time*

Samakro: *needling for a bit more info in a subtle way*

Thrawn: *no fucking idea what's happening, but not too pleased about going to the Paataatus hive-home world when he's got a Magys in hibernation in Thalias' room and a puzzle to solve back on Sunrise*

...

Jixtus having music and beanbags at his meeting with Haplif. Haplif struggling to get out of the beanbag with dignity. Jixtus telling him he should bird watch more often.

...

Thurfian: *frothing at the mouth with sheer rage after hearing about the scuffle over Sunrise with the unknown dreadnaught + Lakinda's assistance*

Zistalmu: *approaches*

Thurfian, internally: What if I just laid into him? What if I gave him a verbal lashing? A bit of a tickle up? I'd feel better if I tore something to shreds-

(Also Thurfian): Don't do that. Focus on the end game. FOCUS ON THE END GAME.

Zistalmu: You look happy.

Thurfian: Fuck you-

...

Lakjiip: Look at this *hands Lakuviv the metal report from the Agbui jewellery*

Lakuviv:

Lakuviv: THat's fucKING NYIX ALLOY-

Lakjiip: I KNOW

...

Haplif: *does anything*

Lakphro: What are you planning??? I'll find out. I'll know-

...

Lakjiip: Tell no one of these brooches.

Lakphro: Of course.

*later*

Lakphro: *calls his cousin who is married to a scientist who has connections with other scientists that work with metals etc* Hey so there's this jewellery I'm going to send it to you in the mail-

...

Lakbulbup: Send it through express post.

Lakphro: Have you SEEN the rates for that lately????

...

Qilori of fucking Uandualon. Back again and causing havoc we're all going to see later. He's going to be the reason the skywalkers are targeted by the Grysk, isn't he...

...

Shimkif: Marry me.

Haplif: wHAt-

Shimkif: It'll gain Yoponek and Yomie's trust. It'll be fake too

Haplif: Oh ok.

...

Shimkif: Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy poisoning birds.

Haplif: Amazing.

Yomie: I found another migration up north.

Haplif, internally: No the hell you did not-

...

Haplif: I don't like birds. I've had enough of birds.

Shimkif: *poisons Yomie*

Haplif: Nice, we're out of here.

***

RIP Yomie, you had the brains to figure the Agbui out, but your silly fiancé did not and now we're in a bit of a pickle. Haplif giving Yoponek the brooch he took from Yomie's corpse to Yoponek and telling him she left it for him to pin it to her dress on their wedding day when they met again and Yoponek just believing that day will come and meanwhile Yomie's floating in the damn VOID-

I'm sad about them.

...

Ar'alani: You need to identify yourselves.

Battle Dreadnaught: We've been begged by the people of this world to protect them from threats.

Ar'alani: Oh, so you've talked with the Magys, too?

BD: The what?

Ar'alani: The leader of the people of Sunrise.

BD: Never heard of it.

BD: We were begged though. We will get rid of you if you don't leave.

Ar'alani: Mate-

...

Ar'alani: You need to bring that asteroid's missile with you

Lakinda: Ok.

*later & with no asteroid missile (too slow to get it out intact in time to provide aid to the Vigilant)*

Ar'alani: uUUhhhhh we might not do well with this now...

*more battle. Lakinda lays into the damaged side of the Dreadnaught and pretty much takes it out after Ar'alani draws enemy fire to her ship.*

Ar'alani: Yeah, nice.

...

Lakinda: Oh my stars, what if Thrawn's not even that good? What if it was just Ar'alani all along- no. No, he is good. He just learned from the best. *is a little bit obsessed with Ar'alani and Thrawn's history*

...

Ar'alani: Ok, Csilla said you have to go help Thrawn with the pirates, but I know you have beef with him-

Lakinda: I do NOT have beef with Thrawn.

Ar'alani: You get this annoyed look and tone whenever you interact with him even if he's not being annoying.

Ar'alani: Anyway, as Admiral I can just keep you here if you don't want to go.

Lakinda: No, it's fine.

Ar'alani: Sure.

...

HHhhh ok. Haplif is getting so much Chiss info and Lakuviv and Co. are completely unaware they're being played and I'm scared about how this whole thing with the Nyix mines is going to play out.

...

Lakbulbup: Hey so there's this guy called Senior Captain Thrawn and he's good with analysing art-

Lakphro: Yeah fine. Send the brooch to him.

...

Captain Fsir: aaaaa help, we're being attacked by Vagaari scouts.

Thrawn, off mic to the bridge crew: This is a set up.

...

Thrawn: I have a plan but I need to see inside your ship first.

Fsir: What-

(He got invited over and took them down so fast at the "pirate base" because of it lmao).

...

Lakooni: *comm dies after she sends the emergency family summons* LAKUVIV. Your comm is shiet

Lakuviv: That officer you were talking to was me, I'm sorry it had to go this way *pulls a blaster on her* if you'll follow me to my private rooms-

Lakooni, absolutely furious: I'm going to fuck you up so bad for this, do you even know? Do you know what you've unleashed? I'll end your entire career, you backstabbing son of a bi-

Lakuviv: *raises blaster a bit higher*

Lakooni: FIne.

(I can't be the only one whose mind went straight to the gutter and wondered if AO3 had anything with them jxfkjeasdfkjsd)

...

Every time someone says "yeah, we'll swing by," (which is a lot actually now that I think about it) gave me a bit of a giggle. It made conversation feel more real.

...

Lakinda when the summons came through: Ok but does Thrawn NEED me there? no. He just needs my ship *leaves*

...

Apros when Grayshrike eventually meets up with Springhawk: Lakinda got called away on a family emergency order put out to all CEDF Xodlak that weren't in immediate battles or on critical missions.

Thrawn, pissed: WHAt-

Samakro, also pissed and angry at Apros: DID YOU TRY TO STOP HER?

Apros, not able to be pissed with Thrawn because he's higher rank, but able to be pissed with Samakro because they're the same rank and therefore fair game: YES. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT?

Apros: oh btw, Thrawn, she said this had come for you *gives him Lakphro's brooch*

Thrawn: Ooh, pretty.

...

Thrawn to the Magys: Wakey wakey, do you know what this is? *holds up the brooch*

The Magys: The work of my people. It looks new, though.

Thalias: surprise, they're not dead.

The Magys: There is hope!

*when they've put The Magys back into hibernation*

Thrawn: We also have three families being scammed.

Samakro: *grumpy noises*

...

Lakinda, just woken up: What do you want?

Thrawn over comms: You're being scammed. There are no mines. It's a set up.

Lakinda: Damn.

Thrawn: I have a plan though!

Lakinda once he's explained: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck-

Samakro: That's insane actually.

Thrawn: Well if you two come up with anything better, let me know <3

...

Samakro convincing everyone that Thrawn's plans are strictly military and that he's got no clue with politics and doesn't know how to play them anyway (which is still wild to me tbh. I don't believe it) and then even convincing himself on it too/that Thrawn's their best commander even if his plans are insane sometimes.

...

I'm still processing the 3 families showdown over Sunrise but Thrawn's plan worked a treat even with family politics fucking up Lakinda's end (my girl got thrown in the brig for talking to Thrawn/warning him that at the end of this the embarrassment at finding out they were being scammed would have worse fallout than the actual fight that they didn't think of when they were making the plan).

...

Lakinda: Oh my gods it was Ar'alani copying Thrawn's tactics the whole time-

...

Thyklo: Patriarch Thooraki is dead.

Thurfian: Ah. Condolences.

Thyklo: You're replacing him.

Thurfian: It is an honour.

Thurfian, internally: holy FUCK- Zistalmu is going to lose his damn mind lmfao.

[milfthrawnuorodo]

Safe in my Arms (Ascendancy!Thrawn x Reader)

Pairing: Ascendancy!Thrawn x Female Chiss Reader 

Summary: Csaplar, the capital city of Csilla, has been attacked by alien warships. You are a Syndic of the Mith family, forced to seek shelter from the attack along with the rest of the Syndicure. Thrawn, senior captain of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet, is able to easily defeat the enemy targets, but finds himself struggling with something new: the sudden feelings of concern and panic at the thought of you in danger. These feelings are a first for Thrawn, always so confident in battle, seldom so confident when it comes to his feelings for his lover. When you two are reunited, Thrawn is forced to confront his feelings head on. His relief at seeing you alive and well quickly turns into something almost animalistic, and passion ensues, followed by the dawn of a crucial revelation. 

Warnings: Sliiiight angst, but I promise it all works out. SMUT!!! Oral (female receiving), P in V, feral Thrawn is it’s own warning, fucking on a countertop (will I ever let him fuck in the comfort of a bed??? Only time will tell). And watch out because this ending is FLUFF CITY. Like Goddamn call this bitch cotton candy the way it makes me so wet and then absolutely MELTS me. (too much?? Yeah, probably). 

A/N: So the original idea for this came from my head canon’s with my Chiss Syndic OC, Theta, which can be found here. I did originally post this as a Thrawn x Theta, but I know how beloved a solid Thrawn x Reader fic is, so here’s the compromise. Sigh,this fic is so self indulgent it should be a crime. But I hope you enjoy it!

This fic is spicyyyyy so 18+ only, minors do not interact. 

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The aroma of fresh caccoleaf was the only thing getting you through this never ending meeting. You gingerly took a sip, cherishing the slightly sweet flavor as you forced yourself to focus on the argument at hand. The Syndicure was in full session, meaning your days had been consumed by meetings just like this, speakers for various families vying for exchanges and favors to bolster their own needs above others. 

“What we are proposing would completely revitalize this meager farm area and turn it into a beacon of prosperity, attracting people from all around the Ascendancy, which could boost the local economy and present other long-lasting positive impacts. If you’ll look at the document that has been shared with each of your questises–”

The Ufsa speaker hadn’t even finished his obviously well-rehearsed speech before a representative from the Chaf family made her own grievances known. “That land rightfully belongs to the Chaf family,” she butted in emphatically. “You’ll have to pry that land straight from our hands.”

It took all your years of experience to contain your eye roll. You were proud of your position, honored by your duty to both your family and the Ascendancy, and, yes, you lived to serve your people in any way possible. But you also had a tendency to get frustrated at how selfish and self-serving members of the Aristocra could be. Your whole mission as one of the few female members of the Syndicure was to inspire unity amongst the families and encourage compromise and support over supporting self-serving needs. Though, with so many of the Aristocra being dead set in their old-fashioned ways, you more often than not felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. 

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, preparing to interrupt the argument which was clearly not making any headway, when a resounding alarm began to blare throughout the meeting room. The room was silent for a single heartbeat, before the Syndicure erupted into noise and chaos, each person trying to speak over the other to figure out what was going on. A voice projected over the loudspeaker.

“This is an emergency. Please remain calm and make your way to the shelters beneath the Cupola. I repeat, this is an emergency. Please remain calm and make your way to the shelters beneath the Cupola ”

The announcement hadn’t even finished before people were scrambling towards the doors and filing down the hallway towards the emergency exits that would take them to the shelters. You stood from your seat, making sure to grab the questis from the table before turning to navigate the throngs of people. A quick scan of the room told you that a majority of the Aristocra were well and able to take care of themselves. However, your eyes landed on a lone straggler, an elder from the Irizi family, struggling to make haste towards the exit, having long been forgotten by members of his own family in their own rush towards safety. Without hesitation, you crossed the short distance between you and loop your arm in his, wordlessly offering him your support. A look of surprise flitted across the man’s face, but was quickly replaced by a nod of respect and gratitude before leaning on your for support as you both made your way to the exit. This image, two rival families coming together to support each other in a time of crisis, this was what being a member of the Chiss Ascendancy was about: above family ranks, above political rivalries, above all else, you were all Chiss.

Joining the rest of the speakers, syndics, and various members of the aristocra in the shelters, you found an empty seat, getting a moment to collect your bearings for the first time. You spare a look down at your questis as a barrage of notifications lit up the screen. You could hardly process the words, having to reread the same sentence multiple times. 

Csaplar, capital of Csilla, is under attack by alien ships. Seek shelter immediately. 

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had dared attack the Ascendancy. It certainly hadn’t been in your lifetime, and from the looks of the faces around the shelter, you decided it most certainly hadn’t taken place in the lifetimes of even the eldest members of the Syndicure. You furiously refreshed your notifications, hoping for another update, but there was none to be found. With a worried sigh, you crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to get comfortable. “Stars only know how long we’ll be stuck down here,” you thought to yourself.

“Alien warships,” a nearby Syndic scoffed. “And they have the audacity to attack us?” His voice increased in pitch to emphasize his incredulity. 

“I’m sure the expansionary defense fleet has already lasered them to stardust by now,” another Syndic reassured. 

The words settled like a lead weight in your stomach. Thrawn. The adrenaline, which had just begun to wear off, peaked again and you worked to control your breathing. He was supposed to be coming back from his mission today. You had just spoken over holovid the night before once Thrawn had retired to his quarters, and you had been looking forward to having him planetside with you. Now, with this latest attack, if he was in the middle of it…your thoughts trailed off into the unknown. You knew it wouldn’t do any good to panic now, but the thought of Thrawn being up there, facing off against three enemy warships was enough to get your heart racing all the same. 

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Thrawn stood on the bridge, staring out the viewport at the sight before him. The alien warships were gone, blasted into rubble too small to even make a dent through the atmosphere. Always the calculated and stoic Senior Captain, Thrawn had kept a level head throughout the unexpected ordeal. The Springhawk was returning home from its mission, coming out of hyperspace just outside Csilla’s gravity well, when the foreign ships began firing on the planet’s capital city. It took less than a minute for the Chiss ships to return fire, and within fifteen minutes the battle was over. Thrawn stood motionless, staring into the empty space where the ships once stood, a sudden anxiety settling into his bones. His chest felt tight and your name fell off his lips in a silent plea. He knew you were there, in the capital. He knew the aliens had to be targeting the capital city–it was the most logical conclusion. Unfortunately, it was also the conclusion that sent an unfamiliar wave of panic through Thrawn. He forced himself to take exactly one deep breath, steeling himself, and forcing his feet to take him back to the Captain’s chair. “Continue course to Csaplar,” Thrawn announced, thankful to hear that his voice didn’t betray an ounce of the worry that plagued him. “The likeliest conclusion is that you are fine,” he thought to himself in an attempt to regain his internal control. You have to be fine. 

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The defense force had you waiting two hours in the shelters, to be sure that no further threats arose. Two hours you spent sick with worry about what was going on in the skies above. You fully believed that Thrawn was the most intelligent man you’d ever met, and the Ascendancy as a whole was far safer for his role in the expansionary defense fleet. But that didn’t mean you never worried about him every time you knew he was going into a dangerous situation. More than anything, it was the not knowing that was tearing you up the most. You tried to distract yourself with your colleagues, who, in typical syndicure fashion, all seemed to be trying to one-up each other in outrage, as if they were personally defending the ascendancy’s honor. If there was one thing that could bring together the Aristocra, it was a common enemy. 

Shortly past the second hour mark, you got the all-clear to evacuate the shelter. There would be a briefing with General Ba’kif in one of the meeting halls, and it was clear the Syndicure would be out for blood, demanding answers that may not even be available yet. As the sea of individuals rushed to assault the general with their questions, you strode right past the door of the meeting room, instead heading straight for your office. You had just shut the door behind you when you realized you weren't alone.

Thrawn stood in the middle of your office, and the familiar sight of him in the black uniform was nearly enough to bring tears of relief to your eyes. 

At the first sight of you, relief flooded Thrawn’s body and for the first time in over two hours, he felt as though he could breathe again. It took all of two strides for Thrawn to close the distance between you, his strong arms taking you into his grip, pulling you to his chest. You gripped him just as hard, breathing in the familiar scent.

You stood like that, embracing each other for several heartbeats. “I’m relieved to see you unharmed,” Thrawn’s soft voice broke the silence. You tilted your head back, looking into the eyes of your beloved. “Thrawn,” you started, but your voice broke, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You forced a deep breath before continuing. “What happened?” With a final press of his lips against the top of your head, Thrawn stepped back and motioned for you to take a seat as he began to recount everything they had found out over the last few hours. 

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That night, You rinsed off the last of the dinnerware, passing the dripping plate to Thrawn, who methodically dried it off and set it amongst its freshly clean counterparts. The dinner had been a simple affair, but you cherished these nights the most. They were too few and far between. Though, you supposed you were somewhat in luck–the estimated repairs for the Springhawk were to take between four and six weeks, and you’d soak up every ounce of time together you could get. 

Thrawn had been unusually quiet tonight though, and you watched as he gripped the edge of the countertop, clearly lost in thought. Thrawn’s focus shifted as a pair of soft arms wound their way around his midsection. “Tell me what’s bothering you, love,” your voice was barely above a whisper. Up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to Thrawn’s neck, “And don’t bother denying it. You know I can read you as easily as a data cylinder,” you quipped, trying to ease the tension. 

With a small sigh, Thrawn turned to face you. His lean body propped up against the countertop, arms crossed at his chest, and though he was looking at you, you could feel that his gaze was far away. 

“There was a moment today, after the attack,” Thrawn started, then paused, thinking over his words. “I had a feeling I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before.” You waited patiently through another extended pause, giving Thrawn what you hoped was an encouraging nod.

“As soon as the battle was over, I was hit by this strange sense of terror. There was this sudden, overwhelming dread, and I was convinced something had happened to you.” Thrawn paused, his throat working. “I don’t know what I would have done. What I’d do if–” Your features instantly softened, and you interrupted the thought, stepping up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Thrawn’s lips. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered, pulling away momentarily. “I’m fine.” You pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’m okay,” you reassured, murmuring against his lips, and it was as if upon hearing those words, feeling your soft lips against his, something within Thrawn broke. His hands were off the counter, gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him as his lips crashed against yours, gripping you in a fierce kiss. You hardly had a second to react before Thrawn picked you up, twisting your positions so he could place you on the countertop, not even breaking the kiss. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, though you certainly weren’t about to stop him. Thrawn’s grip on your hips tightened as he deepened the kiss, pulling you to the edge of the counter. Suddenly, you understood where Thrawn was coming from. The relief at having him here, the knowledge that you were both safe, both together, it was enough to have you mirroring his intensity.

Your hands were desperate, clumsily trying to undo Thrawn’s uniform. Stars damn all the regulation zips that made these things so damn hard to remove. Eventually, Thrawn took pity on you, stepping back to remove the rest of the jacket, discarding his undershirt as well, letting both fall to the floor. You had only a moment to appreciate the toned, muscular skin, biting your bottom lip as you took in the view, and then Thrawn’s lips were back on yours and your fingers went straight to tangle themselves in his hair. 

“I need to—“ Thrawn gasps out between kisses. “I need to taste you.” 

You nodded your head fervently and spread your legs, leaning back on your hands as Thrawn pressed sweet kisses along your neck and down your still-clothed chest. Pushing up your skirt, you lifted yourself just enough for him to slide your damp panties down your leg. Thrawn let out an audible groan. “I do believe you’ll be the end of me,” he growled in a low voice, before falling to his knees. 

The sight of Thrawn on his knees before you was almost enough to push you over the edge. Thrawn slid your legs open, resting them on his shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your core. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could even beg for more, he dove right in. 

He ate like a man who had been starved for days, unable to get enough. A single finger joined his tongue, and left you squirming on his counter. Your hips thrust up into his face, a second digit joining in, stretching you. He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you, and stars danced behind your eyelids. “Thrawn!” you exclaimed, panting. His fingers moved faster, harder, expertly dragging your orgasm from you. “Thrawn, I’m going to—“ before you could even finish that sentence, your orgasm ripped through your body. Your back arched, cunt tightening around his fingers. His tongue lapped up your juices, which only prolonged the orgasm. Gasping for air, you slowly came down from her high, coming to just in time to spot Thrawn trailing soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, working his way back up to kiss your face. Thrawn pressed himself up against your soaking core, and you could feel how much he enjoyed that experience as his rock-hard member pressed against your sensitive mound, eliciting another moan from you, his name dancing on your lips. “Thrawn.”

“I need to feel you,” he moaned against his kiss. “I need to be inside you.” His kiss was frenzied, his need was unmistakable. You had never seen the man so undone, and you could hardly believe it was on your behalf. It felt like a dream. All you could manage was a breathy “yes,” in response, but it was all the approval Thrawn needed. 

Without missing a beat, Thrawn’s hands were on his belt, quickly undoing it, his pants falling to the floor soon after. You let out a sigh as he freed his cock and gave his member a rough couple pumps. Your mouth watered at the sight of it–thick and long, and deliciously veined, as if it was designed purely for your pleasure. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction as you took in the sight before you: 

Thrawn, his typically meticulous hair now a disheveled mess, his impressive member in hand, and a look of absolute feral need in his eyes. 

Thrawn held the tip of his cock, teasing your opening. Even when he was overcome with need, he still took the time to savor this moment. In a moment of impatient desperation, you thrust your hips up off the counter, which Thrawn rewarded with a swift thrust of his hips, his cock finally filling you to the brim. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust. A breathless moan of approval from you is all it took for him to lose himself. 

His thrusts were hard and his pace was quick. He needed this. He needed to feel you beneath his fingers, to know that you were safe in his arms. You threw your head back, the pleasure radiating through your body. In and out, in and out. Thrawn’s breathing was labored, letting out breathy moans. His pace quickened, and he could tell you were nearing another orgasm. Your cunt tightened around his cock as you neared her edge, and Thrawn let out a gasp and another moan, your name on his lips. It was enough to send you over the edge once again, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer into you. Feeling your pussy pulse around his cock was just enough to cause Thrawn to lose any remaining composure. “Fuck,” Thrawn grunted, grabbing your hips tight enough to bruise, thrusting his hips even harder. With a final groan, Thrawn’s hips faltered and his cock twitched as he emptied himself inside you.

Thrawn pressed his forehead to yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. He loosened his fingers from their iron grip on your hips, and he was surprised at the slight shake that unsteadied his hand. “That’s new,” Thrawn remarked to himself, still perplexed at how thoroughly you had undone him. He was enamored with you. His hands absentmindedly trailed along your side as he pressed tender kisses along your neck and jaw, still soaking in your scent. He paused when he reached the apex of your neck and he relished the feel of your pulse beneath his lips, further proof that you were alive and well. 

“I love you.” The words tumbled from Thrawn’s mouth, his deep voice barely above a whisper. You froze beneath his touch. Even Thrawn seemed momentarily taken aback by the words which he hadn’t even meant to say out loud. But with every moment that passed, Thrawn realized how true they were. He was in love with you. And, if he was being honest with himself, he had been for quite some time. “I love you,” you whispered back, the softest smile on your face. Thrawn couldn’t help his smile as your lips met again, but this kiss was different: full of passion, yes, but something softer. Love. 

“Damn,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss after several moments. “Maybe warships should attack the ascendancy more often,” you said with a playful smile on your lips. 

Thrawn bit back a growl and, with a scowl, took you into his arms, lifting you off the countertop. “Don’t even joke about that,” he said in a low voice, immediately followed by a soft press of his lips to your temple. Thrawn started towards your bedroom, wondering what exactly he was getting himself into, but knowing that he was in too deep to turn back now. 

[xiema]

Daughter of the Outcast: Chapter 1

Fandom: star wars

Characters:

Thrawn-Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Eli Vanto, Che'ri

Relationships: Thranto

Tags: Dad Thrawn, Dad Eli, a bit slice of live, Che'ri being Thrawns little angel on his shoulder

Fanfic: What if Che'ri accompanied Thrawn into exile?

"Basic"

"Sy Bisti"

"Cheunh"

Third eye

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Che'ri vowed not to cry, not in front of the assembled Syndic, who were watching the trial like hungry vultures on a piece of meat, and especially not in front of the patriarchs of the nine ruling families, who would announce their verdict any second. No, she would not shed any tears. But she could not suppress the trembling of her body. From the fear she felt at the prospect of an uncertain future, from the grief of losing everything she had ever known and from the coldness of the handcuffs that held her small hands together, making it impossible for her to move. Thrawn stood next to her right, his face like stone, one hand bound with the same handcuffs as hers. He remained silent, not begging, not trying to squirm into excuses. Everything that needed to be said had already been said. Even at her young age, little Chiss understood that this court hearing was just for show, the decision had already been made long before they were arrested.

"Since the existence of the Ascendancy, we Chiss have defended our territories. Any attacks and blood spilled, we repaid with all our might until our enemies were destroyed. However, there has always been one rule that has always honored our people. The rule that sets us apart from the monsters that threaten us and our children. Never, under any circumstances, do we resort to preemptive strikes." "Merit Adoptive Mitth'raw'nuruodo and navigator Che'ri are banned from the Chiss Ascendancy for breaking the highest of our commandments, as well as aiding. Any unauthorized return to the territories of the Ascendancy will be considered an attack on our territories and punished with appropriate severity. The Syndicure has spoken and so it shall be done."

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It was the first time she had seen humans. They resembled the Chiss in many ways and yet they seem so different. The eyes so dull, the foreheads too small, the shoulders narrower, not to mention the pink skin. To Che'ri, they looked like aliens through and through. And yet there was one among them who immediately caught her eye.

He was probably the youngest of the men, at least in rank he was below all the others. His posture gave that away; she had often seen it in newcomers. Looking down and stiff body, older soldiers were usually a little more relaxed. He wasn't wearing one of those funny hats that almost completely obscured the view of the eyes and made Che'ri wonder how anyone could see anything at all with those things on their face. Che'ri could feel those dull human eyes straining to examine their camp, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together while the others waited dully, doing nothing. That was the real reason he stood out, he wasn't just watching, he was seeing.

A blaster shot just inches past her head and drilled into the wood of the tree.

Che'ri cried out in shock. She immediately covered her mouth in the hope that she had not been heard, but she was not so lucky. One of the white soldiers pointed in her direction and fired. The blaster shot missed her by only a few centimetres. Che'ri slipped off the branch and fell to the ground. The impact was hard, but little Chiss quickly managed to pick herself up again and start running.

'Hide and stay down until I come for you,' Thrawn had said. Days in which they had studied the surroundings, in which they had prepared the scarecrow, set the traps. Days of planning and preparation, for nothing. Che'ri ran as fast as her feet could carry her, but a child remained a child, it wasn't long before the white soldiers had them cornered and surrounded, and not much longer before the green soldiers caught up.

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"Captain Parck, she's a child." At first, Eli thought he was dreaming. All this trouble over a child, a girl no older than ten. She was dressed in animal skins and her hair looked a little wild, but that was probably due to her escape. Frightened, she looked back and forth on the verge of tears. The stormtroopers surrounded her, threatening her with their blasters. The moment she realized she was surrounded, she had given up trying to escape.

"If that was her doing, it doesn't matter what she is."

"Sir, with all due respect, you don't seriously believe that a child could manage to attack us undetected, set all those traps and pull a grown man out of a crashed V-wing?"

"Then she's not alone, but she knows something and I want to know what." As if on cue, one of the stormtroopers approached with his weapon drawn. "Well then little one, who or what are you?" There was no answer from the frightened girl. Of course she didn't. What did Parck expect from holding a blaster in front of a child's nose, except that she shut down completely. He felt sorry for the little girl.

"Please Captain, it doesn't have to be like this, I could try to talk to her."

"And why would she talk to you?

"Because I'm not some faceless monster pointing a gun at her." In one fell swoop, Eli turned white as a sheet. He hasn't really just put his captain in his place, hads he? He, a simple cadet from the wilds of space. Was he tired of living? Of course, once again his mouth had to be faster than his brain, but he couldn't just stand by and watch a child being shot. For a moment, Parck seemed impressed, his challenging gaze daring Eli to continue, if he dared, but the cadet suddenly lacked confidence "....And .... I don't think she speaks Basic. The Chiss-" Eli stammered.

"The what?"

"The Chiss, sir," he repeated. "In the myths of my homeland, it is said that they spoke with traveling Sy Bisti."

"Very well, try your luck, Cadet Vanto, but if she makes one false move, the stormtroopers have orders to fire."

"Thank you, sir." Her eyes shifted wildly between the different men, even as Eli knelt on the ground in front of her to be at eye level with her. She couldn't manage to focus on just him. She did indeed resemble the descriptions of the Chiss from the legends, the blue skin, the glowing red eyes, perhaps this too was a truth among many myths. "Do you speak Sy Bisti?" She fixed him with a glare, the others no longer seemed interested in her and yet she nodded shyly. So the legends were true after all "What is your name?"

"Che'ri." She spoke slowly, her words laden with a thick accent, but he understood her.

"Che'ri. A beautiful name. I am Eli Vanto. Why are you here, Che'ri?" She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. Her eyes flickered past him for a brief moment, almost as if she was asking someone's permission, but there was no one behind Eli. Perhaps it was more a question of what she was allowed to say? Eli had to agree with the captain on this point, she was not alone on this planet.

"Pu-punishment."

"A punishment? For what?" She didn't answer and Eli sighed, "I can help you, but only if you tell me what's going on."

Parck paced up and down impatiently "So, what does she say?" He asked, annoyed.

"Not much. Just that she was punished, but not for what."

"I don't have time for this nonsense. We're getting off this rock."

"Sir, the camp, the unknown alien protocol demands-"

"We'll take the camp with us. I'm not going to endanger my people unnecessarily, not if there's an maniac of her kind running around out there." Parck leaned down a little towards the girl. "If she doesn't want to talk, she'll come with you. Does that satisfy your chivalry, Cadet Vanto?" Eli doesn't answer. One of the stormtroopers grabbed Che'ri, lifted her in probably the worst way Eli had ever seen someone lift a child and, with heavy protests, loaded her onto the Stikefast. The girl swung her fists around, kicking, crying and screaming, but the stormtrooper was unimpressed and Eli could do nothing but stand by and watch. As the last of the stormtroopers returned from scouting, Parck turned to him one last time. "Oh yes," it was a mocking tone that Eli didn't like at all, something like that always meant trouble. "Since you seem to be so fond of this little beast, you'll take care of her while she's on board."

Babysitter. Now Eli got to play babysitter too, this day really couldn't get any worse. And then for a Chiss he had thought only a few hours ago was nothing but legends. Was it really too much to ask to finish his training in peace? Apparently not. First this stupid field mission and now this. He only wanted to become supply officer, nothing more. It was enough that he was attracting the hatred of the crew because of this training trip, he didn't need another reason. A tug on his jacket brought Eli back to reality. Che'ri looked up at him in fear, as if she sensed what was going on inside the human. She had simply been dropped off in the hangar with him. Eli took a deep breath. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't take his anger out on her, Che'ri was the least to blame of all of them, she was a victim of the situation, nothing more. The girl relaxed a little, her gaze lowered, and yet she didn't let go of his jacket. She seemed so lost. No wonder, first she was attacked by unknown soldiers and then kidnapped. But maybe there was something good about it, maybe the Empire could help her find her parents. Surely this punishment she had talked about was just a misunderstanding. Who would abandon a child on a deserted jungle planet?

The Empire would do that, that and probably much worse. Eli wasn't naive enough to justify the Empire's atrocities. It was a job, nothing more.

Eli shook off those thoughts and took Che'ri's hand in his. It was about time this child got some food, a warm shower and sleep, she would surely feel better after that.

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After she had finished showering, she immediately looked much more relaxed. Logically, there were no child-sized clothes on a Star Destroyer, so Eli had to improvise with the help of a uniform tunic and a belt. However, the result was impressive. Provided you were blind. In both eyes. Che'ri didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about her makeshift dress either. She eyed herself skeptically, but didn't complain. He then led her to the canteen, and once they had entered, everyone's eyes were on them and the whispering began. That alone was enough to make Che'ri hide behind his legs. This was already off to a good start. Calm on the outside, but not really feeling well himself on the inside, he took the little girl to an empty secluded table while he got them both something to eat, always making sure to keep an eye on them in case something happened.

"Hey Vanto." Eli was startled by the sudden salutation. It was Brick and Elena, two cadets who went to the academy with Eli. "Who's the girl, did they demote you to babysitter now?"

"Shut up, Brick."

"Wow, is that girl a Chiss? So they're real. Does she speak Basic?" Elena asked without taking her eyes off the little Chiss, which wasn't particularly surprising. Everyone who grew up on Lsatra knew the stories by heart, even if only a few actually believed them. Eli himself had always believed them; after all, there was a spark of truth in every lie. But actually having her in front of him seemed so surreal.

"No, just Sy Bisti." She sighed, a little disappointed. "Is it true that she killed soldiers?" came from Bick, and Eli couldn't help but look at him as if he'd asked if Corusant was something to eat.

"Look at her, she's what, ten years old?" how could anyone with a working brain believe she could kill someone?

"Yeah, but she's an alien, you can trust them."

A deep sigh was released "You should spend less time in the holonet and more time with people." That was the end of the conversation for Eli and he was glad when he could pick up their food and get away from them.

Throughout the meal, the little Chiss didn't say a word, answering questions only with a nod or a shake of her head, yet Eli noticed how she was furtively observing her entire surroundings. Being around so many strangers didn't seem to be new to her, and yet he could tell that something was bothering her. "Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, catching her attention again, which was currently focused everywhere but on her plate.

"Yeah, I've never been to a canteen before. It's kind of scary." she replied for the first time. It was only half the truth, but he left it at that. If he probed further, she would probably just shut down even more.

"We can leave if you want." he asked instead. Che'ri shook her head

"No, it's fine." she replied and continued to poke at her vegetables.

"You like the food?"

"It's ok."

"You're not exactly talkative, are you?" no answer "Can I ask you something anyway?" Again, she didn't move, which Eli took as a silent sign that she didn't mind. "Where are your parents?" Eli regretted the question the moment it left his lips as little Che'ri dropped her fork in shock. "Che'ri?" he tried to reach her, but the girl wouldn't budge. He was about to go over to her when she jumped up and ran out of the canteen without responding to his shouts and all eyes were on the cadet for the second time that day. Too perplexed to react, Eli looked after her. How could he have been so stupid?

Eli followed her, but when he was out of the canteen, he realized that she was no longer in sight. It had taken him less than 24 hours to lose her. He asked everyone he came across if they had seen the little alien, even though most of them only gave him a gruff 'no' or no answer at all. He wandered aimlessly for a good hour until he heard a quiet sob. He followed the sound to a droid camp. She was sitting there alone in the dark, crying barely audibly. You could tell how hard she was trying to hold back her tears when she realized he had come in, and even though he barely knew her, it somehow broke his heart to watch. Eli sat down on the floor with her "I'm sorry. But you can't just run away like that."

Che'ri didn't look at him. "I want to go home." she said, her voice ever so slightly raspy from crying. "I miss Thalias."

Thalias? Maybe her sister, Eli wanted to ask, but finally left it. It would probably only do more harm than good. "I'm sure the Empire will find a way to bring you home."

"You're lying." The accusation surprised Eli,

"Why do you think that?"

Che'ri cocked her head to the side, looking like she didn't quite know how she knew herself "You feel like it. All adults feel like this when they lie." she tried to explain. She found it hard to find the right words, or maybe she just didn't know the words in Sy Bisti.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Forget it."

"Che'ri-"

"I said forget it!"

Eli sighed again. It had been a long day for Che'ri, she'd been through a lot. Maybe she was just stressed and tired. That would probably be it. "You look pretty tired. How about we go to bed and I'm sure the world will look better tomorrow." He held out his hand to help her get up. At first she looked as if she wanted to object, but then something changed in her expression. Maybe it was tiredness, maybe it was the realization that she was alone, maybe it was the hope that he was right. Eli didn't know, but she agreed and grabbed his hand.

"Okay."

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Eli was glad when they reached the quarters. Due to a lack of options, she would be sleeping in his room. Fortunately, there were two beds, because he didn't think Che'ri would like sharing a bed with a stranger. She was already snuggled up in the blanket when he came out of the bathroom in his pyjamas. "You've hardly eaten anything. If you want, I can get you something quick."

"No, thanks."

"You sure?" He asked again.

"I don't need anything." With one movement, she pulled the blanket over her head and disappeared under the white sheets. Eli had to smile a little at that, it reminded him of himself when he was her age.

"If you say so. If you need anything, just wake me up, okay?" There was no reply, but Eli was sure she'd heard him. At the latest, when her stomach growled, she would come. He listened to her steady breaths for a while. She was sleeping peacefully. Basically, the Chiss weren't much different from humans, Eli thought to himself as he lay awake in bed for a good while longer. In the legends, they were always described as warriors, but Che'ri was a normal girl. She was no little murderess, he was sure of that. So despite everything, the question of who had killed the soldiers remained unanswered and Eli fervently hoped that he would never have to meet the creature that had done this.

[fallenrepublick]

Reverse Chiss Triangle? Instead of Thrass longing for them it's instead Thrawn?

But of course! It could happen... unlikely, but it could!

Thrawn was always somewhat aware of Thrass's charms. He often found himself outside the circle of women (and the periodic men) who crowded him at functions, offering a dance, a drink, perhaps even a walk home. He always smiled with eyes narrow and lips gently parted, as if he were about to speak a gentle poem meant only for a single person. It was the smile that made everyone go wild, only wanting him more, cushioning his rejection on their ears so much that disappointment never crossed their minds.

"Do you really enjoy that?" a young Thrawn once asked.

"No," Thrass replied succinctly, "But I've little option. The support is what offers me more opportunities to have a say in the Syndicure. I wish only that they supported my decisions than they do my face."

"Would you like me to give you a black eye?" Thrawn responded flatly.

Thrass's quiet chuckle quickly turned to a bright laugh. "You've been wanting to ask me that since we were children, haven't you?"

"It was worth a try," Thrawn said with a small smile.

Back then, Thrass's popularity never got in the way. He disliked it and made that clear. Yet the day he met you, he was entranced. He extended a hand, you took it in greeting, and he felt something change in him. Something rising in his chest that resonated to your touch. You watch his eyes, rubies shining in the planet's light, far brighter than Thrawn's garnets. There was life in him, something he hid, something you saw. And likely, his amazement at you was truly amazement that you saw something that others could not.

Thrawn, though, stood to the side. He had brought you here, introduced you. Never mind his fascination with your mind, the way you so uniquely saw the galaxy and those who live in it. He should have known. He should have realized how easily Thrass could turn on the charm that had so many falling at his feet. It wasn't love. It was manipulation. Yes... yes, that must be it. His brother, ever the politician, finding his next victim and creating lies using only his appearance. And now what? You fall, you claim you love him, and he claims he loves you? It couldn't be...

"Many have been enthralled with my brother," Thrawn tells you often, "Though I trust him with my life, I'm uncertain of his intentions when it comes to romance."

You think of all the times he's touched you, the adoration held in each moment. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I only mean that I haven't seen everything... I can't tell you much of his romantic history other than how many have made advances to him."

"He hasn't been with anyone else..."

"Well..." Thrawn replies, frowning, "That is only what he is willing to disclose publicly."

For a while, you find yourself distancing from Thrass, enjoying his brother's company. He can do little but worry when you decide to accompany Thrawn on a few missions off-world.

And finally, Thrawn finds himself cornered.

"What have you been telling them?" Thrass says it more as a demand than a question.

"If you have an accusation, you'll have to be specific about it," Thrawn says, feigning innocence.

"I swear, if you've been lying about me or trying to-"

"You do realize how suspicious you act, yes? All the people falling at your feet, the way you know how to play a crowd as easily as a smile. I don't have to say a word for them to see you as you truly are."

Though he tried to slip past his brother, Thrass raised his arm to block Thrawn's path.

"Don't forget how you got to where you are, brother. I made you. I can just as easily unmake you."

[grand-admiral-thrawn]

It is still absolutely whack to me that the chiss ascendancy military is meant to operate with no oversight by the government ... like ???? Who is the military accountable to?? They're just allowed to do whatever they want?? Who is deciding policy here? What if the goals of the syndicure (technically the only voice of the people??) don't align with those of the defense hierarchy council?

It just seems so unstable to have your military completely disconnected from the state political apparatus, like how does this persist?? Why hasn't the syndicure taken over the military by now, or vice versa??

[andbrokenmemories]

< Spoilers for the star wars Thrawn novels? they arent good so I wouldnt care but if you’re looking at this blog you presumably like unhinged media and might get something out of them. so for your consideration. oh boy > i still cannot from the bottom of my fucking hard believe that the Thrawn trilogy ends with Thrawn looking at Krennic’s Right Hand Guy, this hyperfascist palpatine stan fucking guy who’s done nothing the whole book, and he’s like. Hey Eli my yaoi apprentice Eli my man my Good Imperial friend, take this guy who talks at the Project Stardust BBQ night about how cool he thinks it is that the Jedi were systematically wiped out and how brave Palpatine was for doing it even after they tried to have him killed and turned him into a frog guy man. You know that guy. Take him to the Ascendancy! it’ll be fun it’ll be a good cultural exchange! he’ll learn not to be a racist not to be a Space Eugenicist But Specifically For Force Sensitivity maybe probably, and the Syndicure will learn to Never Fucking Cross Me Again. So you just have Eli this Good Country Boy Imperial Never Did A Thing Wrong Just Works In Logistics guy who’s been getting some weird ideas about if the Empire is good actually now that he’s been a part of an alternative political system for a while. and he’s going “uh hey thrawn. You sure thats a good idea?? You think they’ll be good with that?” and Thrawn going “Yeah He’ll Get Better”. and then you CUT. to the guy’s monologue. And he’s just like “OH MY GOD THE CHISS USE FORCE SENSITIVES TO CALCULATE HYPERSPACE JUMPS JEDI??? BLUE JEDI????? BLUE PADAWAN JEDI THERES JEDI ALIVE IN THE CHISS ASCENDANCY HOLY FUCK DOES PALPATINE KNWO ABOUT THIS?? Someone’s gotta tell him! someone’s gotta tell him theres JEDI oh my gosh he LOVES KILLING JEDI oh I know waht I’m getting him for Life Day now lets see tarkin top this wtih another weird jedi temple he found now lets fucking GOOO” oh and then the prequel thrawn books are basically constantly telling you that the Chiss are fucking 40k blackshipping force sensitives so that nobody has any idea the Chiss can navigate on their own via child soldier labour, because this is basically The Biggest Secret and cannot under any fucking circumstances get out for a second. imagine exiling thrawn because he was the only competent person in your country and then finding out that thrawn fucking escaped exile by joining the human state next door who’re starting to sound Real Fucking Weird about aliens. and then like a few years later he’s somehow one of their biggest guys and this human you recruited because he had to leave the Empire because of Thrawn turns up at your doorstep like a scrungly housecat and says “here’s this fascist who’s seen the navigators he’s absolutely leaking whatever he can to the Head Fascists, directly whenever he can. and also he’s seen the navigators. and we have to let him in because thrawn says so. imagine getting played. because you couldnt imagine the Honorbound Tender Autistic Boy you fucking hated so bad you couldnt stomach look at him so you you had to get rid of him would become so virulently a true fascist believer (i guess???) that he would sell out. the entire state. imagine having to come into work at corruption parliament after that. what was zahn saying with literally any of this. what

[milfglupshitto]

Oooh how about 16 for Isocel!!!

16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?

Isocel doesn’t have a lot of respect for or trust in authority. The biggest/most serious lies she’s told were to the Syndicure-mandated therapists and government officials she had to speak to during her rematching evaluation- there was absolutely no way she was going to go with another family that would just give her up again, even if living in a planetary settlement would be safer and more stable than living on a warship. Aside from these more important lies, Isocel has a deeply sarcastic sense of humor and will frequently tell absurd or obvious fibs when she thinks a question is stupid, or if she simply feels like it.

[m-feline]

Here again with you

Pairings: Thrawn x Freader

Prompt: 2) Chiss eyes 4) Haunted homestead.

Note: I wanted to write something from the Ascendancy trilogy. So I came up with this. There are mentions of Outbound Flight but just in the past sentence. Some spice at the end but mostly fluff. Ar'alani is playing matchmaker.

Chisstober

“Why are we here?” Wutrooh asked as she looked up at the eerie, abandoned, and maybe haunted homestead building.

The building had long ago belonged to a family which once was one of the great families. But for reasons unknown, the place had been abandoned. Wutrooh looked at the building which walls had long lost their color and had cracks here and there. There had to be a power generator which worked with water since there was a flicker of lights in two windows at the upper levels. The once upon a time garden had both gone wild and died by lack of care and maintenance. All and all, the whole place looked like something from a horror vid.

“Actually, I am here on a business. Why are you here is a question I would like to ask?” Ar'alani said

“I was curious,” Wutrooh said.

“You know that curiosity killed the whisker,” Ar'alani said.

“True but satisfaction brought it back. ” Wutrooh said smiling. Ar'alani just rolled her eyes and walked towards the eerie building. “But seriously, why are we here?”

“It is a personal business,” Ar'alani answered.

“Now I really wanna know,” Wutrooh said and followed Ar'alani to the entrance. “Does this have something to do with Thrawn?”

“Yes.” Ar'alani sighed.

“Oh, so this is a mission.” She said.

“In a way, yes.” Ar'alani sighed. “I have a little debt… to pay.”

Both women entered the building, the entrance hall was both torn and swiped clean from any furniture or decorations that used to adorn the hall. Now, there were dirt, dead leaves, water damage, and even a big hole in one of the walls.

“Hello! Anybody here?” Ar'alani shouted and adjusted the bag she was carrying on her shoulder.

“Someone lives here?” Wutrooh asked in shock as she looked around the mess.

“We come in peace, we mean no harm,” Ar'alani said as she walked even further to the building.

“What about them? Will they mean no harm?” Wutrooh mumbled. “By the way, what do you have in that bag?”

“Hopefully, a peace offering.”

They both walked further and further to the building. But found nothing indicating that someone lived there. Everywhere was just dark empty rooms. Some had a light but it was flickering all the time. Somewhere a little vermin run past the hallway but any other living being wasn’t found. The only thing missing, Wutrooh thought, was a ghost or something, and this really was a haunted place.

“Aha, finally something,” Ar'alani said making Wutrooh almost jump out.

“What? Where?” She asked.

“Here, this room,” Ar'alani said and walked to one of the rooms. Unlike other rooms, this had a wall painted with a landscape of a green valley with trees and flowers.

“Wow, maybe with a better lighting and not so creepy place, that looks actually pretty good,” Wutrooh admitted.

“It was left for Thrawn,” Ar'alani said and looked at the painting.

“Great, does it mean we need his expertise to figure this out?” Wutrooh asked looking at the painting.

“Not necessarily. She would make it a bit more obvious if you know her.” Ar'alani said.

“She? We are looking for a female then?” Wutrooh asked.

“Yes.” Ar'alani sighed as she kept looking for something in the painting.

“When will you explain to me what are we doing here?” Wutrooh asked.

“The less you know the better. If the Syndicure ever gets wind of this, it will be easy for you to simply say that you didn’t know.” Ar'alani said.

“That’s bogus. I don’t care how bad this is, I wish to know what it is so I can help you to cover it, or find a loophole to make it legal.” Wutrooh said.

“Fine. How would you hide an alien who already knows many of our secrets?” Ar'alani asked curiously.

“Oh, that bad,” Wutrooh said. “Now, that is a tricky one. How much does she know?”

“Quite a lot. This looks promising.” Ar'alani said and looked at one part of the painting. Wutrooh leaned closer to see the painting.

“What is that? It looks like a figure of two young girls.” Wutrooh asked.

“Our mystery friend had two sisters,” Ar'alani said.

“Had? Not anymore?” Wutrooh asked.

“They… were lost,” Ar'alani said with a small hint of sadness. “With that Outbound Flight.”

“Oh.” Wutrooh let out as she finally grasped the truth.

“When Thrawn met the aliens, the merchants, with them was another female passenger. She wasn’t supposed to be with them but somehow she had snuck in and was later found by our people when they investigated the ship. Thrawn was already curious about the aliens and the lesser space. But she was a bit more interesting.” Ar'alani began to explain as she followed the clues. “Turns out, that Vagaari had captured one of her sisters. When Thrawn went after the pirates, she went along. She wasn’t sure if she would have known how to locate her sister, but when she saw the prisoners held outside of the hull…”

“Let me guess, her sister was there too,” Wutrooh said.

“Yes. But that wasn’t how she lost the sister. She went crazy and forced two of our warriors to help her.” Ar'alani said.

“Really? How?” Wutrooh asked.

“I don’t know. What was crazier was that she successfully rescued her sister with help of those two warriors. However, when they were questioned, they said they never remembered how they came to help her on the mission.” Ar'alani said.

“I doubt anyone bought that.”

“Neither did I. I was about to punish the men in question for insubordination. But she demanded that she would be the only one to be punished.”

“She did? Why was that?”

“I don’t know. And at the moment I didn’t care. Since she wasn’t part of the fleet I couldn’t demote her. And she was already in room arrest. So… I whipped her.”

“You whaa-at?”

“Please, don’t make me repeat what I just said.”

“Sorry but… really? Then what happened?”

“She took it all, the punishment I mean. Later she remained in her room with her sister till Thrawn called her again. Much later came that ship with more aliens, her other sister was there. Things happened. When things escalated, she agreed with Mitth'ras’safis that she would go with Thrawn, and he would go with her sisters with the ship. I doubt I need to explain more.”

Wutrooh simply nodded and followed the hallway. “Then how did she ended up here?”

“When things got ugly in our end, Thrawn saw it best to hide her here. Sending with the others wasn’t an option anymore since some way she had learned about our Skywalkers.” Ar'alani explained.

“And who told her that? Hopefully, not Thrawn because even he isn’t that crazy.”

“No one told her. She simply… knew.” Ar'alani said before she stopped in front of a door. “We are here.”

Ar'alani opened the door and both women saw a big room which was surprisingly clean compared to the other rooms they had seen. There was a small table with a chair. A kitchen made with rocks that were picked from outside and built to hold a small fire which was later directed by a vent to a window. There was an inflatable bed with a pillow and a cover tucked away in the corner of the room. At the other corner, there was and small heat generator next to the open door leading outside.

“Well I'll be… how long has she been here again?” Wutrooh wondered out loud. “If I do get in trouble with the Syndicure then I call on this place.”

“(Y/n)? Where are you?” Ar'alani called out as she walked further to the room.

Wutrooh still looked around the room that she almost missed the young human woman walking in, carrying dry branches and plants. Her attire was worn out by all the work she had been doing outside. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, while her face had a sheen of sweat forming.

“Bun’zan’i ch'at ch'eo vocetehn vamci. (Welcome to my humble home)” She said inclining her head.

“Wow, and I thought others had trouble with our language,” Wutrooh said.

“That’s because she has had some practice. Besides some lessons from Thrawn, we gave her own questis to work with. She has mostly some grammar and language courses downloaded there.” Ar'alani explained. “But still, your pronunciation is quite good.”

“Thank you.” (Y/n) said. “Please, make yourself at home. I’ll put these away and clean up a bit.”

Ar'alani had taken the chair by the table, while Wutroow took the chance to take a look outside from where (Y/n) had come. Her eyes got wide as she saw a small partly cleaned garden with some vegetables and herbs.

“Again, how long has she been here?” Wutrooh asked. “Because it looks like she can soon make her own homestead here.”

Ar'alani didn’t say anything before (Y/n) got back, her face clean and hair tied up in a tail.

“May I offer you something? Some tea?” (Y/n) offered.

“No. We have to talk.” Ar'alani said. Wutrooh came to stand behind Ar'alani as (Y/n) took a bench from outside to sit down by the table facing Ar'alani. “I believe it’s time for you to get out more. Thrawn believes that there is a thread coming at the Chiss Ascendancy, yet there hasn’t been an open attack from them.

“What about the attack on Csilla? I saw the news on the questis.” (Y/n) asked.

“That seems to be a diversion. While we were concentrated on the attack we wouldn’t pay attention to other matters happening in our territory. Thrawn has already been investigating what happened.” Ar'alani explained.

“For what do you need me for?”

“He may find something and we both know he will go after the culprit of these events. He needs someone to remind him of his duties, of his limits, and give advice on how to do things under orders.”

“And in some cases become the operative to do things he cannot.”

“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

(Y/n) lowered her eyes and fumbled her fingers together. “I doubt, that Commander Thrawn wishes to see me. Especially, after what happened with Thrass.”

“Firstly, he is Senior Captain now. And secondly, you had not much say in the matter, nor blame of what transpired then. You lost just as much as he did, and he knows it.” Ar'alani reminded her.

“But if I would have left instead of Thrass, he would be alive and I…”

“Would be dead.”

“…with my sisters.”

“Look.” Ar'alani sighed. “What happened, happened. No one can make it undone. I’m sorry that you lost your sister… both of them. But you are still here. Your counsel was beneficial then, it surely will be now. Not to mention your recklessness to jump into action without asking for permission. There are things Thrawn can’t do without becoming once again a target for the Syndicure, but you can do it. Just like the time you went after your sister. I’m asking your help for him.”

“But… under what pretext, would an alien who isn’t a navigator, come aboard a military vehicle?” (Y/n) asked.

“Technically, you won’t be an alien,” Ar'alani said and opened her bag. She pulled out a stack of dark clothing, a few jars, and a bottle.

“A peace offering? You are bringing her with us, aren’t you.” Wutrooh said looking at all the stuff that was placed on the table.

“Since your physique resembles ours, all we need to do is to disguise you as one of us,” Ar'alani said as she brought out the last jar. “This shall be your uniform, it comes with gloves, so we'll say that you have nasty burns on your hands to cover them. This will dye your hair. You have to dye it again after a week or two. These are makeup to cover your skin color. You have to apply it twice a day…”

“Yes, I am. She has been cooped up in here long enough.” Ar'alani said. “Something wrong with that?”

“If you are going to disguise her, you need to think a few things through,” Wutrooh said and pulled back the clothes. “She can’t come as an officer, so we have to disguise her as something else. Maybe as some experimental consultant or old Skywalker about to lose her third sight.”

“Why not as an officer?” Ar'alani asked.

“What plan did you have for her eyes?”Wutrooh asked.

“I found some lenses that come close enough. If she keeps her head down no one will know.” Ar'alani said.

“Nope, not enough. I know those lenses, believe me, they’re not enough.” Wutrooh said. “Our only option is to put a blindfold on her, and we know that as an officer that will be suspicious.”

“Hm, then again, humans can’t see into the infrared as we do. According to Thrawn at least.” Ar'alani said.

“Excuse me but if I’m not going as an officer then how do you plan to get me on board? I can’t be one of your… navigators or their caregiver.” (Y/n) reminded.

“No, you can’t be any of those. We are already passing on thing ice with you even knowing about them.” Ar'alani said.

“That’s why I suggested an experimental consultant,” Wutrooh said.

“And how would that work?” Ar'alani asked.

“Very simple, we say that she seems to have some sort of lingering of the third sight. But she lost her real sight in some accident which is why she wears the blindfold. But with the other sight, she can see around. And of course, rest will be left up to Thrawn.” Wutrooh explained.

“That might actually work,” Ar'alani said.

“But surely whoever is in command, Supreme General, would find it weird about this ‘experimental consultant', wouldn’t he?” (Y/n) said.

“Oh, he already knows,” Ar'alani said.

“He does?” Both (Y/n) and Wutrooh exclaimed in unison.

“Yes, it was actually his recommendation to have someone who is able to act but isn’t bind by our laws.” Ar'alani said.

“Well, … I don’t know… I don’t want to cause trouble… again.” (Y/n) hesitated.

“You won’t, in fact it would be your job to keep Thrawn out of trouble,” Ar'alani said.

“Still…”

“Fine.” Ar'alani sighed as she opened her bag once again. “You'll get a brand new questis with your own decryption and your own equipment and you can start learning to pilot.”

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide when Ar'alani placed a new questis in front of her. That was the least of her interest but being able to fly and someday be able to go wherever she wanted, sounded too good to be true.

“Why not add some treats while you’re at it.” Wutrooh teased. “It works with Skywalkers.”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Ar'alani said quietly.

(Y/n) seemed to think for a good moment. Neither Ar'alani nor Wutrooh said anything as they waited for her decision.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” (Y/n) said finally.

“Good. You can pack whatever you wish to take with you. But please be quick about it. We will depart soon to Urch for a diplomatic mission.” Ar'alani said.

-

So far everything went smoothly. Many warriors did look at the newcomer with puzzlement and curiosity but once Wutrooh said few words they all either nodded or made “oh” sounds. That didn’t however make (Y/n) feel any better. For most of the time, she had been kept in her quarters aboard the ship. When Aralani called her to the bridge once, it caused everyone to look at her. They didn’t know (Y/n) but if they did they would expect her to do something crazy when they came into contact with enemies. Or maybe they would wonder who is the unlucky ones “forced” to help her. Thrawn wasn’t present when Ar'alani called (Y/n), and he barely missed her when he came to the bridge. When he came and (Y/n) left they lightly brushed shoulders with each other, making Thrawn look at her back before she was gone.

“I didn’t know we had other passengers,” Thrawn said to Ar'alani when came to her side.

“She is here on a test run. I sent her to my office to do some research.” Ar'alani said.

“I see. How has the crew reacted to her?” Thrawn asked.

“Both curious and worried. But so am I. It will take time before we come to Urch, so you could take that time to learn anything you can about them.” Ar'alani said.

“Are there bound to be some trouble?” Thrawn asked.

“Hopefully not but I will rather be prepared. I have some data in my office for you to look at.” Ar'alani said.

“Understood, I’ll be back before we arrive at our destination,” Thrawn said and left the bridge.

“Did you just send both of them to your office, alone?” Wutrooh asked quietly when she got closer to Ar'alani.

“Did I now?”

“That’s very sly of you. What are you hoping to accomplish?”

“I'm not telling you. But just to ease your curiosity I'll say this, they better improve their affairs if they are bound to work together.”

-

(Y/n) had just gathered the data that Ar'alani requested and was about to pass it to her questis when she heard the door open.

“I'm almost done, Admiral. I’m just…” (Y/n) froze when she saw through her blindfold that someone else had come to the Admiral's office.

“I’m sorry to disturb your work, Admiral gave me her permission to use her office for some research,” Thrawn said.

“Oh, well… um… go ahead then, I’m almost done with my job.” (Y/n) said awkwardly. She picked up her questis and moved to the side to give Thrawn the seat he would use while he did his research. But before she could offer the seat, Thrawn had moved quietly and was now standing right in front of her.

“Interesting.” He said quietly. “I didn’t expect to find you aboard the ship.”

“Sir?”

“I have to admit that your disguise is well planned,” Thrawn said and reached for the blindfold and pulled it down. (Y/n) closed her eyes and kept them closed as Thrawn pulled the blindfold completely off of her. “Everyone else could be fooled but I know who you are and why you need to hide your eyes.”

(Y/n) didn’t dare to open her eyes, even if he may know, she wouldn’t reveal it on her part. Of all the things to disguise, her eyes could never mimic the eyes of Chiss. Not only on color but also on how they saw in infrared. Which is why the blindfold was essential in her disguise. Since she kept her eyes closed and didn’t say anything, Thrawn tried another approach.

He leaned closer and pressed his lips on hers. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss and swallowed her protests. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her by the back of her neck while his other hand went around her waist. He kept kissing her till they both needed air and he finally let her gasp it. He smirked as she looked at him with both annoyance and blush on her face.

“Really, Thrawn?” (Y/n) sighed annoyingly.

“You didn’t respond to my words so I had to make you respond in… other ways,” Thrawn said calmly but still smirking.

“What if someone would have walked in?” (Y/n) asked.

“This is Admiral's office, since she sent both of us here I doubt anyone else would be coming so soon,” Thrawn said. “I’m glad to find that you are doing well. Your pronunciation in Cheun has gotten even better since we last saw each other.”

“I tried my best. Since I’m here I should be able to communicate with others.” (Y/n) said as she leaned against the wall taking little distance from him. “I thought that you never wished to see me again.”

“Why would you think that?” Thrawn asked frowning.

“If I would have gone instead of Thrass…” (Y/n) began but couldn’t finish the sentence. Thrawn had reached to her again and put his arms around her in a tight hug. He pressed his face to her hair and hushed her.

“Don’t let your mind wander on depressing matters.” He shushed her. “It affects your bright way of thinking.”

(Y/n) slipped her hands to lay on his chest while she rested her head on his shoulder. Being alone for a long time gave room for depressing thoughts. The loss of lives and loved ones. And when being alone, a voice inside her head began to blame her for doing or not doing certain things. If she thought that of herself, it felt natural for Thrawn also to blame her.

“You lost your brother.” (Y/n) said quietly.

“And you lost your sisters.” Thrawn reminded her. “We both lost people we care about. Nothing we do now would bring them back. But we can live on for them.”

(Y/n) nodded, she managed to push back a few tears that began to moist her eyes. In a way, she had missed Thrawn's company and his way to get her head back to reality. When she had rushed to save her sister, Thrawn didn’t stop her but after the whole ordeal, he had called her for a discussion. He pointed her weaknesses and her strong points during her actions and offered some other lessons besides the language lessons.

“Though, I do wonder, ..” Thrawn began his voice changing a bit to a casual one. “Is it just you, or are all humans a bit oblivious to intimate approaches.”

His hands traveled a bit lower to her waist and pulled her closer to him. (Y/n)’s face went red and she was sure he could see how heat was rising to her face.

“N-no, you j-just make it look like you are just flirting nothing more. As in not being serious about it.” (Y/n) said blushing even more.

“I thought I was quite clear with my intentions back then,” Thrawn said. “I did propose you to stay.”

“It became quite inevitable later. And I was sure you wouldn’t be that bold in front of Thrass or my sister.” (Y/n) said.

“I might have gotten ahead of myself back then. But my offer still stands, will you come with me and aid me in my missions?” Thrawn asked.

“That was the point for Admiral Ar'alani to bring me here in the first place.” (Y/n) reminded him.

“You can still say no.”

(Y/n) lowered her head a bit and tried to hide her face to his chest, so he wouldn’t see her reaction. Though, she knew he had to have seen her face getting warm before so, hiding her face from him wasn’t that useful. But she knew he would prefer to hear the answer directly from her.

“Yes. I’ll come with you. If I’m allowed. I still need to wear the disguise if I’m to remain with you and among your people.” (Y/n) said looking back up at him.

“Indeed,” Thrawn said and went to her neck to plant his lips there.

“Thrawn.” (Y/n) gasped. “Weren't you suppose to study something?”

“I'm confident that we both know by now that Admiral didn’t have a real need for any of the data. She knows I’m well aware of the tactics of Urchiv-ki so there was no real reason to send me to her office. Except to meet with you.” Thrawn murmured close to her ear making her skin tingle.

“But I had to… get her some data…” (Y/n) whined as she tried her best not to moan to the touches Thrawn left for her neck.

“If it is about the diplomatic mission or something about Urch, Mid Captain Wutrooh already has it in her questis,” Thrawn said after kissing a certain spot on her neck and opening a bit the collar of her suit. “Now, let’s see how far you have that makeup on. I do recommend applying it a bit more… further down.”

The makeup can and will cover all the marks that Thrawn would leave behind, (Y/n) knew. But what she wouldn’t be able to hide was her blushing and elevated body temperature from the Chiss eyes when she would go back to the bridge.

[obi-wkenobi]

okay okay okay, this memory was ALOT guys, I mean 🥰🥺🤭🥺😭😭🥺🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I'm going to screech about them again under the cut

Thooraki referred to them as a team. A TEAM. WAAAANANSNFNDKSK 😭😭😭😭 Does that remind anyone else of two other star wars characters??? Also referred to as a team???? Who also called each other brother??? WHO ALSO HAD A TRAGIC ENDING??! 😭😭😭 WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME TIMOTHY? Using my two favourite characters, Obi-Wan and Anakin, to make me cry about my two new faves. This hurts okay, I just...Star Wars parallels always break my heart

But also, can we just look at this conversation:

"I don't doubt it," Thooraki said. "But now, it wasn't your contribution or your family status that tipped the balance. We decided that it would be best if you and Thrawn weren't quite so obviously a team."

Thrass frowned. "What kind of team?"

"The best kind," Thooraki assured him. "The two of you combine impressive political and military skills, which will put the Mitth in position to influence future decisions in both the Syndicure and the Council. The kind of team that can only be achieved by people who know each other, trust each other, and can work fully in sync. A team of kin, of friends-" He gave Thrass a faint smile." -of brothers."

SKNDKDK 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm crying okay, gosh, the similarities between their relationship and Obi-Wan's and Anakin's is too much for me. AND THEN....

Brother. Yes, he decided: That word had a proper ring to it. And just as Thrawn had never had a brother, neither had he.

AND ALSO...

Were Thrass and Thrawn really destined to do great things for the Mitth? Were they really going to be-?

He smiled to himself at the phrase that popped into his mind. Brothers-in-arms.

But really, why not? If Thooraki was right, that was indeed what the two of them had already become. The man born to be a privileged member of the family, teaming up with the promising outsider who'd been welcomed in. In many ways it echoed like an old legend brought to new life.

Thrawn was right. None knew what the future held. But Thrass was going to give it all he could, for the honor of the Mitth and the glory of the Ascendancy. Or he would die try.

I cant take it... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[vibratingskull]

The stray cat

Thurfian x f!reader 

tags: oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, Thurfian can be mean, soft dom and sub energy (I guess?)

He may fucks you but You fuck the system.

You're curled on your datap- questis, when you hear the door of your office. You turn to see the Mitth Patriarch standing beside the door, holding the bridge of his nose. You open your mouth to salute him but he raises his hand to stop you. 

“No. I do not want to hear anything. This is not the time."

He swiftly walks to a chair and sits down, with a sigh. You don't have to say a thing, you guessed already. 

“Thrawn is at it, again!" He explodes. 

Nailed it. 

"Can I ask what he did this time, your Venerante?" You ask, preparing a glass. It happens from time to time, he comes blew some steam off in your small office, somewhere he can let go of the heavy mask of protocols and decency because you don't hold any power to leverage against him. 

"No, you can not." He growls. "You will hear about it soon enough through the Syndicure."

You put down a shot of whisky on the table and he gulps it down like he would drink milk. 

"I am going to get white hair early because of him." He clancs the glass down hard, with a sigh. 

This forces a smile out of you. It would be a shame for him who takes all this time to groom himself to always appear at his best. You slide behind him and start massaging his temples. He lets you do it, closing his eyes. 

"For how long has this been going on?" You investigate. 

You're not aware of everything between them. Since you have been rescued from certain death by captain Thrawn in what they call the chaos you've been deemed an Ascendency problem and a Mitth responsibility, at the great dam of the Patriarch Thurfian. Since then you roam their mansion under high security and you slowly become like a stray cat, one you like to pet but nobody wants to claim responsibility over. So you became his problem, one he inherited once again from captain Thrawn like it was regular and at first he resented both of you for that. He already has the whole family to manage and now a weird alien freely walks inside the walls of his home, between the trusted members of his dear family. 

So it became a pride affair for him to manage the alien, to keep it alive while preventing it from discovering the Ascendancy's secrets. When it appeared clear you were not interested in the slightest in penetrating their mysteries and was just trying to keep a low profile in an alien society hostile to foreigners, he started to relax. 

As much as he can relax, which means not a lot. 

“Since day one!” He erupts. “Even his entry in the family was against all protocols!”

You slide your hand to his shoulders, grazing his neck with the tips of your fingers, and continue massaging, finding knots in his broad shoulders. He rolls them and his head to stretch his neck. His long hair dances in his back and you get a whiff of his cologne. It’not the same he usually puts, you notice. He growls, pulling on his collar like he is too hot. You open the collar of his constrictive red tunic, he shoots you a glare over his shoulder but remains silent. You offer him an innocent smile in response and resume the massage.

“Do you advance in the classification of the data?” He demands with an authoritarian voice.

It’s an ungrateful job, repetitive and not intellectually stimulating, the type of job you give to a new internship, but in exchange you get board, lodging and a small saving so you don’t complain.

“I’m almost finished, I should be able to start the last folders by the end of the day.” You try to articulate the difficult Cheuhn words as gracefully as you could, but you can't help one or two grimaces when you stretch your mouth. A good thing you’re behind him, he would not take it nicely.

“Good. If you do well, I will think about transferring you to a team of syndics to help them out.” He edicts.

Traduction: If you’re exploitable you’ll be transferred to a bigger office, but with surveillance.

“Really?”

“If you do well.” He insists.

You pout.

You know as a human you won’t get far in this society, but gratefulness would be appreciated, and you start feeling hemmed in this small office. You could use some company.

You grin.

You lean forward, slowly, slipping your hand inside his tunic, placing his head between your breast, his hair tickling you. You feel his heart beating through your palm.

“And if I do really well?” you mewl.

You lick the tip of his ear, tasting the metal of his ornate earrings. 

Taste pricey.

Another thing you came to know about Thurfian after some time, is that behind this mask of dignity and respectability he has his own deviances. Deviances you like to play with.

His hand hooks the back of your neck, caressing your cheek, and holds you in place, taking a fistfull of your hair. 

"What do you hope for, human?" He turns his head toward you, his nose brushing your cheek.

"For a bit of sweet time. Those days here are so boring and lonely.” You mince, pulling you closer to him, embracing him tighter.

“Well tough luck for you, I don’t have time to give you. You will have to wait.” He moves away, rising from his seat to observe the gardens through the window, hands clasped behind his back.

You follow the man with your eyes, like a predator would a prey. He’s a taker and a proud one, but you have your own means to obtain what you want. Simpering doesn’t work, no problem, you’ll use his next weakness: pride.

“Okay.” You sigh. “Then I’ll find someone else to wait for in this case.”

You see his eye twitch.

“What?” He asks incredulously.

“I can wait for you, but I’ll need someone to play with to be patient.” You innocently explain. “I have already set my eyes on some of your advisors.”

“They are trusty and loyal advisors. They will not betray me in any way.”

“Ah but you insisted on hiding our little affair, they don’t know about that.” you remind him.

He scoffs

“I doubt you will find anyone interested in you, human. You're an exotic treat but we have our pride.”

“You’re right.” You falsely concede. “I will need someone with a broader mind. I wonder if Captain Thrawn is free right now?”

Thurfian looks at you like you spitted in his face.

“I always find him quite charming to be honest, maybe because he’s the most open minded of you all.” You continue. “It’s been a while since I saw him either way.”

“What makes you think he will respond positively to your advances?” He inquires with a steady voice, but his eyes are throwing daggers.

“I already have the Patriarch wrapped around my finger, I can surely make the weirdo of the family bend the knee…” You slyly comment, taking out your comlink.

He freeze.

Maybe this last comment was a bit too far.

He jumps at you with a furious expression, his burning eyes blazing dangerous flames.

You just have time to worry if he’s gonna slap you for that last affront, when he grabs your chin with his fist and his lips come crashing on yours. Your cry of surprise is muffled by the kiss. His tongue forces the way inside your mouth and clashes with yours. 

You chastise yourself.

You should have guessed this reaction, one of the peaks of a relationship with a lowly alien is that you don’t have to embarrass yourself with the cumbersome etiquette and decorum, he would not trouble himself with it for you.

He presses you against your desk, in a demanding embrace. You pull away to take back your breath, panting. He licks your lips and grasp your cheek, making you look like a fish.

“21h, in my room. I will not tolerate lateness. Wore something red and golden.” He orders. 

He finally lets you go, gasping for air. He opens the door and before getting out shouts.

“And you better be done with all the folders!”

And thats how you get what you want around here.

__________________________________________________________________

You hurry in the corridors, praying not to cross paths with anyone. You have a collection of excuses for why you’re roaming around the Patriarch quarters late at night, but for secrecy reasons you’d prefer not having to justify yourself. Plus Thurfian would give you an earful. You sigh, all those secrets are tiring sometimes. It would be simpler if he revealed seeing you, but he would rather die than admit he’s fucking the alien. He loves to do it, he loves the thrills and exoticism you bring but his Patriarch pride would be forever soiled if the fact that he knows you instead of proper Chiss women was exposed. He likes the secrecy and his privacy. 

You arrive at his door, knock three times, wait and knock two times. Your secret code.

“Enter.” A blasé voice can be heard.

You enter and quickly close the door behind you. He’s reading something, his face resting on the back of his hand, eyes fixed on the file before him. He brings a glass of Nectarwine to his lips without even looking at you.

“Come closer.”

You swing your hips, making your heels clac on the ornate parquet. He extends his hand to you. 

“Kiss.”

You smile. He wants to do it that way tonight huh? 

You kneel and take his hand.

“Your Venerante.”

You kiss the back of his hand and put it against your forehead.

He doesn’t look at you, still fixated on his file he takes another sip. You kiss his hand once again, dart your tongue and lick the base of his fingers.

“Patriarch” You coo.

He deigns looking at you, with a closed, indecipherable expression. He pours himself another glass and rises from his chair to walk to a way more comfortable armchair.

“I did not appreciate your little show of disobedience earlier.”

You beg to differ, judging by his reaction it must have excited him tremendously. You remain silent.

“You swore allegiance to the Ascendancy and to the Mitth family, it was the conditions for you to remain free in the Ascendancy. I see that when unchecked your rebellious and dangerous behaviors get the upper hands.”

He sits down with a sigh and joins his hands before him.

“You will renew those vows tonight.”

“Yes, my liege.” You grin.

He looks at you up and down, unimpressed.

“I have a clear memory ordering you to wear something red and golden.”

“But I did, your Venerante.”

You take off your belt and start unbuttoning your blazer when he raises his hand.

“Slower.”He orders.

“Of course, my Lord.” You smile innocently.

One by one you unbutton it, taking your time,letting it go sensually, throwing it somewhere in the room. You start swinging your hips as you take off your shirt, playing with the hem, showing bits of your soft tummy, spinning on yourself while humming a tune you undress your back and take off your blouse. You grab your butt and shake it with a laugh. You turn back to face him again, revealing the bra with his family’s colors and your soft breast. No smile comes to crack his face, his eyes fixated on you with the most serious in the world, sipping his drinks. He doesn't look amused but you start having fun so you continue rocking your bust, shaking your hair everywhere, jumping in place like you would do at a rock concert. But you’re not a rock concert. You’re in the bedchambers of the Mitth Patriarch.

It doesn't stop you from bursting laughing at yourself.

If you're not mistaking, foreplay and sex aren't the liberating acts that they are for humans to the Chiss. Even in this intimate moment of vulnerability, decorum and rigid etiquette are still expected between the partners, which sounds like a hassle and a way of burning down yourself slowly, bit by bit. You're not exactly sure it is a healthy approach to the subject, but this is how they do things. Maybe this is what he loves about you, this reckless abandon, this untamable playfulness… 

You caress and stroke your body, kick off your shoes and open your pants, letting them slide across your legs slowly, revealing your plump thighs, then your round calves and finally your delicate ankles.

You strike a pose, hands on your waist, letting him appreciate the undergarments and how it hugs your form and compliments your figure. You caress your bosoms, your flanks , your tummy, you hook your panties, playing with the hems, you let one brace slide across your shoulder.

He indicates you to come closer with two fingers. You giggle and go to all four, crawling to him with glint in the eyes. You think you see the thinnest smile on his lips as he puts down his empty glass on the table, spreading his legs as you come closer. He moves aside the shirt-tail of his tunic and opens his trouser. You slide yourself between his legs, spreading them further with your hands on his knees. His hand comes caressing your cheek, you rub it in his palm, closing your eyes to appreciate the warmth to his skin. You always liked that Chiss are naturally warmer than humans. It offers a nice contrast to their cold behavior. His thumb slides inside your mouth. 

"You seem full of energy tonight, human."

"I am excited, Patriarch. You grace me with little visits lately. I have to make the most of it!" You chuckle brightly. 

"Does my little human feel lonely in her office?" He mocks, caressing your lips with his thumb. 

You bite down his thumbs as a warning. You're not taking mockery well. He can deprive you of those sweet times, but you can do just as much. And you know behind this stern and haughty behavior he needs them as much as you. 

He winces in pain for a split second and his stern expression comes back. He trails your teeth with his bitten tongue, parting your red lips. You suck on it, moaning obscenely. 

"You are feisty tonight. I can deal with that. Firstly…"

He takes his cock out of his trousers and gives it a few strokes. 

"... Put those plump lips to good use and serve your Patriarch." He orders. 

Your hands leave his knees to take him. You give it a few strokes to help him harden, you already see some precum leaking at his head. You approach your head and lick the tip, circling the crown. You taste the saltiness and give it a few laps. You then slide at the base of his shaft and lick your way up with the flat of your tongue sloppily, teasing him. His mouth is no more than a thin line, and you hear him breathe through his nose. You look deeply in his carmin shining eyes, and give his length a noisy kiss. You take him in your warm and wet mouth, just the tip at first, swirling it, titillating it with the dart of your tongue, then you allow it to go deeper, slowly, preventing your gag reflex to come into the action. You feel him hardening by the seconds. Your lips part father as you work your way down his girth, until you feel your nose touching his skin and his erection reach the back of your throat. You notice he puts perfume down there too, how thoughtful of him. You remain still several seconds, breathing deeply through your nose.

You look up to him. 

He looks at you with a strange shimmer in the eyes, his head in his hand appearing like a king that awaits for his order to be obeyed. He gently brushes back a strand of hair out of your face. You gulp and rise your head back, lapping at the veiny length from the base to the tip. And you go back down. Slowly. Steadily. You start bobbing your head away, focusing on your respiration. You feel one of his hands comb through your hair, caressing your head. 

He sighs with contentment. 

You gulp and try your best to swallow his whole cock each time, but it is easier say than done. He is remarkably well endowed, nature has been generous with him, but it adds difficulty to your task. 

He sighs again. 

"You are good for that. Like you were born for it." He hums. 

You moan the best you could to the compliment. His hand comes caressing your hollowing cheek as you spread his thighs further. 

"I do not like the idea of you fooling around with someone else." He continues on a conversational tone. "I should forbid you from it." 

On the contrary you think he would like that, he always struck you as someone who would like to watch. 

"Remain with me." He rasps. "Do not leave my side. " He throws his head back. "Continue. Do not stop."

You close your watering eyes, you feel drool on your chin dripping on the pricey carpet. You try to keep your gag reflex at bay but his cock brushes the back of your throat each time. You feel him delicately pushing your head down, slowly but firmly. You moan a warning, you're not at your limit but you're close. You feel him whole in your mouth, his veins, his precum, his throbs indicating you that he's close. He passes a hand through his hair with another contented sigh. His shaft hits the back of your throat once again and he pushes it further down. You dig your nails in his thighs. Careful. 

He releases the pressure on your head. 

You raise your head back and take a deep breath through your nose. You start bobbing away rapidly, only taking him mid-way but caressing the base with your hand. You go rapidly, feeling him throbbing between your swollen lips.

“Alright, enough.” He pants.

But you don’t stop, you keep going determined to have him finished with your mouth alone. A little bit of powerplay to strip him of his pride.

“I said stop.” He digs his nails in the leather of the armchair.

You continue despite his warning, it’s about speed now. You feel his leg muscles contract and flex and his cock harden with blood beating through his veins. You’re drooling all over and making a mess. 

“You…”

He takes a fistful of your hair and yanks your head backward. You let him go with a soundly pop. He's looking at you with a furious gaze, his cheek in a purple color and panting like you are. You stay like that in silence for several seconds.

“You… Unruly woman…” He pants, gritting his teeth.

You smile, wiping your mouth and chin. You didn’t succeed. Oh well, you’ll try it again another day.

“What is it, Patriarch? A little stunt put you in this mess?”

“You…” He takes a breath. “...Need to be taught some manners. Urgently.”

You lick your lips without breaking eye contact.

“I think you became too comfortable around here. You are on shaky ground, human. Do not forget I can transfer you to prison or the GAU, it would be less work for me and my syndics.”

“For what crime, Patriarch? Making you orgasm?” You ask with false innocence.

“The bed. Now.” He orders, releasing your head.

You rise up and do a mimic of a reverence.

“But of course my liege.”

“Hurry.” He snarls, dressing down.

You jump on the bed and bounce, laughing. You spread your limbs like a starfish, taking all the place on the bed. From the corner of your eyes you see him take something out of a drawer and crawl on the bed. You jump on your knees with an amused growl.

“What is it?” You ask giggling.

“Tools for undisciplined persons like yourself.”

“Ouh, you mean you already used it on somebody else other than me?” You tilt your head with a grin.

“You do not have the primacy of my bed.”

“Maybe…” You lick your lips again. “I’ve seen your numerous Chiss lovers. But each time you come back to me.” You lean forward to kiss him but he stops you by grasping your throat.

“Lay down.” He cuts you out.

He gently guides you holding your throat. You lay down on your back, head on the pillow, awaiting what’s coming next with anticipation.

“Hands up.”

You obey without getting rid of your grin, you look at him smugly. You hear a metallic sound and feel cold around your wrists. You look up at the handcuffs.

“Hey! That’s unfair!” You protest pulling on your arms.

You only make the handcuffs rattle. He chuckles.

“That is what you get for being disobedient.” 

“Blast!” You spite.

“Now, either you remain calm or I will let you handcuffed here for the whole night.”

You sigh. He won this one.

He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips, kneading your breast over your bra. You start hearing him purr, a deep sound rumbling his chest, coming from the deep at the back of his throat. His mouth descends at your neck and his hand caresses it’s way south, across your tummy to your venus mount. His fingers dance across your skin at this sensible area, drawing sweet circles as he nibbles the sweet spot of your neck. A whine escapes you, sometimes you love his little game and sometimes you want to get done with it to get to the interesting part. It seems like he wants to play first. You’re especially impatient because you feel his erection poking at your thigh. You want to get to the fun quickly.

“Can we skip this part?” You negotiate.

He bites down your neck. 

That’s a clear no.

His hand scoops your pussy, you can feel his warm palm on your lips through the fabric of the pantie. He trails it with his fingers, titillating your entrance. He slides it to the side and trails it once again without anything between your fleshes. He caresses your pussylips, kneads them, covers them with his palm, taking his sweet time while you grow more and more impatient.

“At the risk of appearing impolite, your Venerante, can we please skip this part of the process?” You ask over politely.

“I am not taking you without preparation.”

You scoff.

“Oh come on now.”

He side eyes you.

“Reminds me who is in charge here?”

You look at him unimpressed, and pout.

“You…” You admit reluctantly

“Good. So we will do it my way.”

He put two fingers at the entrance of your mouth.

“Suck.”

You welcome his digits in your mouth and suck them, lubricating them enough for your southern mouth. He takes them out and resumes his caress. He pushes one finger inside your warm cavern, he searches a bit and finds your g-spot. He starts grazing it gently, almost tickling you but the sensation is really pleasant. He kisses one of your bosoms and your collar bone as he toys with you. Your toes curl at the sensation of his long slender finger scraping at your sensitive spot. 

“You’re getting wetter.” He hums satisfied.

You open your mouth to respond but instead a moan escapes you. He curls his finger inside you, earning a mewl. He buries a second finger and parts your folds, scissors you, stretching your tender walls wide. He caresses your insides in a circular motion, grazing at your soft inner flesh, before coming back to your G-spot and assaulting it relentlessly. You bite your lower lips, almost slashing it. Why is he so good at that?

“Won’t you sing for me, Vutucni?”

You don’t know this one. You reluctantly untie your mouth, de-gritting your teeth in a conscious effort. Your instincts always try to silence you in those moments, but him, he likes the sound of you moaning, whining, crying out your pleasure in desperation. He pumps his fingers inside of you, grazing your spot tirelessly, making the tension rise as your juices coat your thighs, drooling off your wet walls, wetting the sheet. 

He trails down your slit with his fingers, coating them. 

"That's better…" He purrs. 

A deep, guttural sound of approval. 

"... But I am sure you can do even more." 

He resumes the pumping of his fingers, teasing your clit with his thumbs, circling it, pressing it. Your delicate walls tightens around his flexible hand and lean fingers that expertedly earn a whine out of you. You feel pleasure spreading through your veins like gentle waves, one after the other, you feel your blood flying down your pussy and your clit, puffing up your walls. 

Suddenly, it happens. 

Your walls contract and clench around his hand, imprisoning it. You let out a cry of pleasure, throwing your head back, rolling your eyes. It is a long mewl that ends in a deep satisfied sigh, an obscene song he loves to listen to. All your body tenses up, curling your toes.

“Can you do what you did last time?” He demands.

He insists on your G-spot and sensitive pearl, rolling on your orgasm,  building up the tension again.

“... That’s not… not really a thing I can control… Ah-” You pants.

“You will do it again, for me.” He just assured.

He pumps his hand in and out hard, curling his fingers, assaulting your poor little cunny. He kisses your collarbone, nibbling at your sensitive spot, licking across while purring, you can feel the vibrations of his chest. You close your legs suddenly as you feel your muscles clenching again with force that it shakes your whole legs, you squirt on his hand with a pathetic whine, out of breath, trembling with all your limbs.

“See? I told you you could do it again.” He pulls out his dripping hand with a satisfied smug. “Taste yourself.”

You open your mouth and suck on his fingers, drinking from yourself. It’s a bit salty, titillating your tastebuds. You lap his digits diligently until he takes them out to try out for himself. He moans appreciatively. 

“You make for a tasty treat, human.” He teases.

 He raises from his lying position and places himself between your legs, spreading them as wide as possible, exposing your cunt to him. He actually takes the time to observe it in detail, caressing it gently with what looks like curiosity in his fiery eyes. It makes you feel even more naked to be scrutinized like that. But more importantly you feel infuriatingly empty, and that, you cannot tolerate.

“So you’re gonna fuck me or what?” You ask feverishly, on the verge of implosion.

“Such impatience.” He tsk, he pumps himself a few times to give his erection a bit of vigor back. It’s impressive it lasted that long, to be honest. He rests his girthy shaft against your pussylips, coating it with your juice, grazing it up and down slowly  “I do not know if you are worthy of me. Your act of defiance earlier is still unpunished, maybe I should just finish myself on your stomach and leave you here for the night, needy and cold. Maybe it would teach you a lesson.” 

“Please…” You negociate and squirm in his hands.

“You are going to need to do better than that.” He stops the pleasurable grazing of his dick.

You try to move your hips to get some friction by yourself but he holds you down with his strong hands, immobilizing you. 

“Your Venrante, will you consider the possibility of fucking me?” You plead with puppy eyes and pout.

He slaps your pussy and you yelp in pain and surprise.

“Don’t be a smartass with me.” He snarls.

You breathe through your nose and gulp. He really needs to relax sometimes.

“Patriarch, please…” you look him in the eyes, any signs of mocking disappear, you put as much of needy desire your dignity allows.“...I want you inside me.”

He considers you with a raised eyebrow, with intense glowy eyes you could barely see any pupils or iris, resuming lightly the grazing of his length like an encouragement, teasing you.

But he doesn’t enter you.

You grit your teeth. What the fuck does he wants?

You feel tears building behind your eyes and your hypersensitivity gets the best of you.

“Oh maker, what do you want me to do?!” You rage “Do you want me to beg?!”

“Yes.” He coldly respond.

You open your eyes wide, ready to protest but you stop at his haughty and cold expression. You don’t feel any warmth behind those eyes, any playfulness, just superiority and pride. It doesn't feel like a game anymore.

A grimace twists your features. He’s dead serious, isn’t he?

“Thurfian, please…” Your voice trembles, shaked by the incoming sobs.

He looks at you with a smug expression but doesn't move with the intent of acceding your request.

“Please…” Your voice cracks

You feel tears rolling down your cheeks and a sob comes shaking you.

“Please…” you cry so low you’re sure he can’t hear you.

You look up to him with trembling lips, a satisfied grin on his face. He leans forward and licks your tears.

“May this be your lesson.” He murmurs.

And he enters you without warning, pushing the air out of your lungs. You whine at the sudden feeling of fullness. He thrusts with full force in your tight little pussy, making your breast bounces. He pounds you without mercy, not letting you time to take your breath, 

fucking you raw. You gasp at each thrust, face soaked with tears and cunt wet. You hold on the bed headframe for dear life, clawing the metal with your nails. If your hands were free you would have roamed them all over his body, in his hair, digging your nails in the flesh of his back. But they are tied. He takes your jaw between his fingers and kisses you languorously. You moan in his mouth, eyes closed, your puffy lips embracing his, your tongue dancing together. It muffles your whines and cries, absorbed by the kiss. He rocks his hips with a merciless rhythm, his cock strangled by your clenching walls. The fire in your abdomen spreads as all your blood rushes to your cunt and clit, engorging your inner muscles. His other hand comes between your two sweaty bodies, rapidly moving at your clit so nicely, playing with it, setting it on fire. You feel his length drooling and twitching inside of you.

Once again, you cum in a spasm, all your body tensing up, leaving a creamy O on his cock. You scream in his mouth, your toes curling and back arching against his warm body. You almost bit his tongue in the confusion. Your tender inner walls clenching furiously around his shaft.

His thrust began to be more and more erratic until he came to a complete stop,  his sperm filling you up with a sighed moan against your neck. He doesn’t pull out, just lays on top of you, kissing and caressing your cheeks. 

You gulp, taking back your breath and gathering your thoughts. He pants next to you, leaving pecks at the corner of your lips. He releases your hands, his coming to stroke your hair delicately as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

He never finishes inside you. Never.

You slowly come down from the high, your sobbs subsiding gradually. 

He seems to be searching for his words.

“I was unjust…” He pants.

You guess it’s the closest thing you’ll get for an apology. 

You nod, chasing off your last tears.

He lowers his head as he’s about to kiss you again but stops mere centimeters away leaving you the choice.

You choose to kiss him.

The kiss is tender and light. You moan against his lips. He purrs deeply.

You part reluctantly, he puts his forehead against yours, holding your face.

You remain silent, listening to your pants, beating hearts and his purr. It soothes you.

“I will transfer you to another office. To a less ungrateful task with company.” He promises.

You smile faintly, exhausted.

But you want to know.

You gulp.

“What are we gonna do if ever I… get pregnant?”

His purr deepens, kissing the corner of your lips.

“We will do what it takes.”

@bluechiss, @aroayr-shuk, @exoplorationn

[lurkingleighbee]

Thrawn Ascendancy: Greater Good Memories III - Chapter 12

Memories III

This is what it must be like to be a spy - to have to shift through a lot of b.s.

Haplif and Shimkif get settled on a plan - get (fake) married to arouse emotions within Yoponek and Yomie to get them in a vulnerable place and then manipulate them from there

Yomie is still difficult to manipulate (and still a brat)

Chapter Ten

Lakinda is all too aware of the social protocols and lets it crowd her thinking. She goes to Thrawn’s ship rather than the other way around because he is part of the Mitth family and she is just on the Forty Family, rather than the Nine 

so who was controlling the Battle Dreadnought? Mysteries abound 

The Magys has totally given up hope and will tell her people to commit suicide

“Caretaker Thalias and I have spoken to her at length and have been unable to change her mind.” “So that’s it?” Lakinda asked. “She’ll go back to Rapacc and order her people to die, and she expects them to do that?” Thrawn locked eyes with her. “She’s already ordered her companion to die,” he said, his voice low and dark. “He’s already complied.” “What?” Samakro demanded, his eyes going wide. “When?” “Approximately an hour ago,” Thrawn said. 

In order to prevent the Magys (and the others) from committing suicide, Thrawn went ahead and chucked her into a hibernation chamber. 

Seriously. 

His reasoning: “As to justification, she’s the direct cause of death of another passenger aboard my ship. Under those circumstances, I have the authority to put her in confinement until she can be delivered to a place of judgement.” 

Samakro is all for dumping her (and the other aliens) and leaving, saying: “Her life is her business. It’s certainly none of ours.”

contrast the Thrawn of this book to the Thrawn from Season 4 of Rebels

Also, I love the Lakphro, Lakansa, and Lakris family and if anything bad happens to them I will cry

Lakphro is understandably skittish about a stranger touching them - good instincts, lean into them! 

But the mother and daughter go along with it, I think the social desirability factor goes into it 

So, the Agbui has the ability (through the Force?) to probe and find out weaknesses, life cravings, and manipulate people from there

another eagle-eyed person, @shinyrebelfun, found a passage from Thrawn: Treason with these same aliens! 

Chapter 11

Ba’kif is back baby!

current rumor: the Paataatus allied with the Vagaari pirates

Thrawn doesn’t believe it because the Paataatus’ culture has it then when they recieve an outstanding thrashing, they will not attack for another generation

and that can be anywhere from 17-25 years

INTERESTING TIMING

I wonder if this will come back up at all

after the events of Rebels, perhaps 

Samakro beings up the thorny point that the records of Thrawn’s last encounter with the Vagaari are incomplete and straight up asks if the Syndicure have “other, more personal reasons for us to take another crack at the Vagaari.”

Ba’kif guesses it has to do with reputations of the various Families, whereas Samakro guesses it has to do with profit 

por que no los dos? 

Thrawn and Samakro et al. are sent out to investigate the Vagaari

also the Syndicure and the Council on this decision, which is rare enough to comment on 

Lakinda and the Grayshrike have been quietly back sent to the “Sunrise” planet

Lakjiip (the aide) and Lakuviv (kind of like the local governor) find out the Agbui made the jewelry out of nyix - a rare and expensive metal. Why is nyix so important? 

It’s so rare that there only 3 mines of pure nyix existing throughout the entire Ascendancy

It is a vital component used to create the incredible toughness of a warship hull

With this metal, the Xodlak family could skyrocket right back into high status 

Poor Thalias has to sleep and dress herself in the same room as the hibernation chamber containing the Magys

was there literally no other spot to put her, Thrawn?!?!!?

Che’ri used her Third Sight to get a peek into her caregiver's room

I want her and I to have a long chat about respecting other people’s privacy

how would you like it if I was peering into your bedroom, young missy?

not very much, would you?!!?!?

instead, Thalias lays out the facts for Che’ri, who has to swallow them down

hi, welcome to the gray zone of ethics!

Memories IV

Haplif and Shimkif go through with their fake wedding to no avail

so what was the point?

Yomie will not adapt and change her precious schedule even a little bit 

I am not sympathetic to Haplif at all

And Yomie is right to not want to be touched

But yikes, I would not want to deal with her

Jixtus wants a meeting and has been keeping close tabs on Haplif and everyone else

have fun with that meeting!

Chapter 12

Lakansu and Lakris are given jewelry, and Lakphro’s alarm bells are going off. 

and correctly so!

Lakphro feels like Haplif is spying on them 

to quote Emperor Palpatine: Search your feeling, you will know it to be true 

Lakphro really want to follow his “gut instinct” and “make Haplif tell him exactly what was going on with him and his so-called cultural nomads.:

But he does not want to ruin his wife’s and daughter’s moment so he keeps his mouth shut 

Another Agbui ship drops down

carrying precious metals?!!?!

Haplif needs a ride into town, so Lakphro gets to drive him

I love this idea of this salt of the earth Chiss firing up his truck to drive an alien he is very suspicious about. I want to see that on TV!

Lakphro shows Lakjiip this jewelry (that was given to his wife) asking if it is a bribe (thinking how a previous boss of his accepted bribes - so there is most definitely a level of corruption present) and she snatches it away (theft of property!) citing some b.s. and then huffs away

again, what is in the Chiss constitution?!

dumping an alien onto private property and then stealing stuff?

come on! 

Haplif is expertly leading Lakuviv (who sees dollar signs in his eyes) on a spiel about mines and how he could oh so easily travel to them

and he just so happens to have a navigator with him! 

gee, I wonder who this could be? 

[fallenrepublick]

🥺🥺🥺

Ok but

Thrass’s spouse coming to visit him at work???

Like they just show up, maybe with lunch or flowers or some little knickknack he can use to decorate his office.

Maybe little Themis is in tow and she races right over to him, a crudely drawn but lovingly constructed portrait of her family in hand - near demanding he put it up somewhere.

I don’t know I’m just a sucker for things like that.

Okay but LITERALLY I am so here for the domestic stuff

And just think of this being Themis's first real introduction to the Syndicure and her just thinking hrs got the COOLEST job EVER because dad's got his OWN COPY MACHINE

She's got literally no concept of what's going on, because both on the way to Thrass's office and leaving it, she's holding your hand, walking through the halls and waving in uneven little turns of her palms saying "hyello! hyello...! hyelloooo" to every single person she sees. The meanest looking Syndic gives her a lollipop.

She asks every day afterwards if you can take her back to dad's job, because it's just THAT cool and the friendly man gave her candy and she knows at least ten people's names