#thrass x reader

[vibratingskull]

Well if we are doing Thrass...I humbly request: First date with Thrass! Any way you want to do it.

Thrass is on the dating market guys! Come try your chance with the sweetest chiss in the Chaos!

beautiful art by the amazing @thrawns-backrest

Thrass xF!reader

Tag: first date, Thrawn being casually aroace (in my fic? who knew?), Thrass is kind of a goofball, fluff

You breathe through your nose, reassuring your grip on your purse straps in your hands. You raise your head lightly to observe passersby. 

Chiss... 

Haughty and regal.  

Barely giving a glance to little you, all alone lying against the street light. You fidget your thumbs, suddenly second-guessing your dress with colorful flowers... Is too much or too little? Are your heels too high? Is your stocking elegant or scandalous? Does your perfume smell good or just reek? Does your coiffure  enhance your features as you hoped or does it make you look goofy? 

It’s your first date with him, and you want to appear at your best to impress him! 

You bite the nail of your thumb, looking around for him. 

He is late. 

What if he never comes? 

What if he forgot about you? 

What if he sets you up? 

What if- 

“(Y/n)’(F/n)! There you are!” 

You spin in surprise to discover Mitth’ras’safis approaching with a tranquil pace, raising his hand to you in a greeting. He wears the traditional tunic of his rank, long, elegant, and distinguished. His long hair is impeccably braided. 

“Mister Mitth’ras’safis!” You slightly bow to him in your excitation and confusion.  

You are so relieved he is here! You press your lips in a thin line as he winces. 

“It’s Mitth’ras’safis.” He corrects, “But please, call me Thrass, it will be easier for your vocal cords.” 

 “Alright, mister... Thrass.” You nod hurriedly. 

“Just Thrass please.”  

“But you’re a Syndic of the Mitth!” 

“Today I did not come to you as a Syndic but as a simple man.” He retorts, “I am merely an ordinary Chiss.”  

You nod again, slower, feeling your cheek heating up dangerously and it worsens when you remember the Chiss can see warmth on your skin. 

“Then please, call me (Y/n).” You propose back. 

“(Y/n)...” He tries your name, his chin in his fingers, testing how your name rolls on his tongue, “It has an exotic sound to it.” 

He seems to like it. 

He tilts his head with a gentle smile. 

“Should we go?” He invites. 

You walk alongside one another in silence. You hold on desperately to your purse, trying to calm down your beating heart. You feel yourself sweating with too much tension. You give a side glance to Mitth’ra... 

Thrass. 

He seems relaxed and calm, a little smile floating on his lips as he looks straight ahead of you both. You’re clearly on two different planets! You gently press a hand against your heart. 

You never thought he would accept such rendezvous with you! You are only human after all... 

You remember your meeting with him, and how dismissive and distrusting he was. You had the misfortune to mispronounce his full name and he took it very personally! Commander Thrawn tried to mediate the situation but you kept fumbling your poor Cheuhn and Thrass finally left with a terrible first impression of you and you were utterly terrified you might have doomed any future relationships between humans and Chiss! 

When you’ve been judged civilized enough to be released in Chiss society, the Mitth family received the responsibility of “taking care” of you, because the Chiss who found and rescued you was Commander Mitth’raw’nuruodo. You have been brought to the Mitth homestead and once again you crossed paths with Mitth’ras’safis and with Thrawn’s support you took the time to apologize for any wrongdoing you might have done towards him in proper Cheuhn this time. 

He kept his expression closed and neutral, politely listening to you trying hard to not mangle any words and don’t inadvertently insult anyone’s mother in this difficult language. He stopped you by raising his hand and sighed. He apologized for his harsh demeanor and bad attitude and extended his hand to you. Your gaze traveled back and forth between his hand and face, unsure before tentatively taking it and shaking it with relief.  

The Mitth’s Patriarch, Thooraki, chose a job for you, appointing you as aid to syndics of the family. 

 All of them. 

So whenever a syndic needed a file, a datacylinder, or just a cup of caccoleaf it was your job to run everywhere in the building to find it. Mitth’ras’safis didn’t deprive himself of your services and frequently asked for your help. 

He just was... nicer to you than the rest of the Syndics. 

As much because it was his personality than because you were friends with his brother, or rather you held on to Thrawn as a buoy in the open sea and he, strangely, let it happen. Commander Thrawn was the one who saved your life from the neverending dark and cold of the Universe and was, by far, the most welcoming and open-minded of all the Chiss you encountered until now.  

Thrawn was curious about you. You were the only representative of a new species, the only intel he had about this entirely new part of the Chaos and he strategically kept his relationship with you nice and polite. Desperate, you imprinted on him, asking him advice and opinions on everything and he let it happen, patiently, courteously. 

And Thrass heard about it. 

Thrawn must have come to him at the end of their respective day, telling how the weird alien human came back to him crying once again because she switched another file again today. 

Which surprised Thrass because he never saw you cry during the day. He only saw you trying your best all day long, but apparently you took the habit of calling Thrawn each evening to vent. 

Which also means somehow Thrawn gave you his personal code to call him, and that point was terribly interesting to Thrass... 

Thrawn doesn’t trust easily. 

So if he gave you a direct channel to him, he must have studied you thoroughly and judged you trustworthy enough. And whomever Thrawn trusts, Thrass is inclined to trust in return. 

It’s the point when Thrass started to look at you more and pick up your little quirks and habits, the way you click your pen when you're nervous, the way you push a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re intently listening to someone, the little “oh!” you let escape when you understand something new... 

And slowly, oh so slowly, Thrass started to relax with you. Being more patient, taking time to explain to you why he needed this file or this one when he asked you to retrieve it, while the other syndics just barked at you to find them chop chop! He saluted you when you crossed paths in the corridor and you bowed to him respectfully and, in all honestly, a little afraid. He chatted with you during caccoleaf breaks, helping you around when he found you overwhelmed while trying to sort data. 

You always apologized profusely, feeling like a dead weight as he helped you carry data-cylinders into the storage room. He politely said it was nothing and got on his way, letting you finish your tasks. 

And today, here you are! 

On your first date! Together! 

Thrass’ glance slides towards you and he gently smiles at you, making your heart race even quicker.  

“Here we are!” He finally announces. 

You stop and observe the imposing building in front of you. For the date he proposed you both come up with an activity, and you choose a play. 

He is so refined and distinguished it was the only activity worthy of him you could come up with. He let you choose the play and the theater and had the role of guiding you across Csaplar.  

The building is tall and large, with glass walls and geometrical oddities as angles. You open your purse to take out the ticket you printed, give his one to Thrass, and enter. 

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“(Y/n)’(F/n) speaks highly of you” Thrawn once said to him during one of their Tactica games, during one of his too rare days back at Csilla. 

The two brothers where sitting at their favorite bistro, a nice glass of alcohol each and a platter full of different canapes next to the board. 

“Does she now?” Thrass responded, taking a sip of alcohol, letting it burn his throat and tongue so deliciously. 

“Yes. I hear a lot about you through her.” 

“Are you telling me I do not catch up enough with you, my brother?” Thrass teased Thrawn. 

“Sometimes she cries when she speaks to me at night, but she always says you magically appear out of nowhere to help her on her feet and move on with her day.” 

“I just want the work to get down, simple as that.” He chuckled, trying to understand where Thrawn was getting at. 

Thrass took his stingfly and made it cross the board to place it next to his groundlion as Thrawn gaze was lost in the game, thinking 5 steps ahead in his strategy, making his drink twirl in his glass. Thrass contemplated his move one last time, tapped his clock to validate, and threw a tomato canape in his mouth, satisfied with his new Tactica level. 

“I suspect... She thinks about you quite a lot.” Thrawn announced with his legendary tact, attacking his flank with his lion. 

Thrass swallowed his canape the wrong way. 

“Come again?” He coughed. 

Thrawn raised his head, looking straight into his red eyes, serious like he had never before. 

“You never noticed?” 

“How would I have? My head is buried in my files and the only times I go out is for political meetings... Or to meet you.”  

“How curious.” Thrawn tilted his head, not understanding, “You are usually better than me for understanding those things.” 

“Exactly. It most probably means you misunderstood her.” Thrass patted his lips with a handkerchief in a soothing manner. 

“She expressed herself in quite explicit terms.” Thrawn insisted, peacefully sipping his drink as Thrass got more and more distraught, “She left little to interpretation.” 

“How explicit?” Thrass asked a little afraid.  

Thrawn shakes his head, sorry. 

“It is not in my rights to report her words. She should speak her truth herself.”  

Thrass sniffed, putting his handkerchief in the pocket of his tunic. 

“So what? The human as a little fling, what is it to me?” 

Thrawn tilted his head again, squinting his bright red eyes at his older brother. 

“I thought you appreciated her in return?” He let Thrass know. 

Thrass remained silent, eyes round with surprise and mouth agape. 

“What in tarnation... Where did that idea come from?” Thrass finally asked. 

“It is a general sentiment you give off. The more times pass, the more her name leaves your mouth, you also hold yourself differently when you speak about her, you appear more... relaxed.” 

By reflex Thrass corrected his position, straightening his back and raising his head high like the Syndicure theatrics teached him. 

“I do not speak of her that much.” He counters. 

“Maybe not so much, but more than before. And your tone is considerably softer, and your eyes...” 

“What about my eyes?” Thrass asked with a warning in his voice. 

“I just noticed they glow brighter when we speak about her.” Thrawn explains patiently. 

Thrass gulped, his throat was going dry. 

Thrawn is a master at reading body language. He undercovers entire secrets with a single glance, stripping souls naked before him. 

What exactly did he think he saw in Thrass? Because there is no way he was smitten with the alien! Alright she was very hard-working, diligent, and pleasant to be around, her enthusiasm was enjoyable in the tight offices of the Syndicure. Thrass was even ready to admit her little panicked gasps when she realized she lost something on her way was endearing. 

Daresay cute. 

But to go such length as to say he was into her? Utterly ridiculous! 

Thrass opened his mouth to shut down Thrawn definitively but his throat tightened around his rebuttal, stifling any words in his vocal cords, leaving his mouth simply open and completely mute. 

He cannot explicitly deny his brother’s claims! Something was preventing him from speaking the truth! 

The undeniable truth that he was, in fact, not enamored by the human woman. 

Because that is the only truth. 

Obviously... 

“Like you said, I am not good with those matters.” Thrawn continued, swallowing a cheese canape, “But I know you, my brother. I know how you act towards things you love, and how your voice fluctuates when speaking of people close to your heart. And I simply thought I saw it on you with her.” 

Thrawn was obviously trying to smooth the angles with Thrass to not offend him, but Thrass was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice how his brother was contorting his words to preserve his honor. 

Thrass pressed his hand against his mouth, taking support on his elbow on the table, his mind spinning at 100 miles per hour. 

Why can’t he just say the simple words ‘I am not in love with her’? 

Coud he be...? 

No. 

Ridiculous. 

Thrawn looked at his brother, febrile on his seat. 

“Why not go on a date with her?” He finally asked. 

Thrass raised his head to look at Thrawn, is attention piqued. 

“Why would I do that?”  

“Because you obviously have a soft spot for her. Why not give it a try?” 

“She is an alien.” 

“And you are an alien to her, it did not stop her from falling for you.” 

Thrass raised his hand to stop him. 

“I am flattered she thinks so highly of me. But she is an alien, and I am a Chiss! Those things do not happen.” 

Thrawn appeared more and more confused. 

“I do not remember any laws forbidding it?” 

“It is not about laws, Thrawn. It is about morality.” 

Thrawn looked at me the weirdest he ever did. 

“How living your love being against moral laws?” 

For a fleeting second Thrass forgot he was talking to Thrawn. Any other Chiss would agree with Thrass at that moment. 

But not Thrawn. 

Thrawn would never understand... 

“You speak of love but you know nothing about it.” As those words left Thrass's mouth he regretted them immediately. 

Thrawn seemed to close back over himself, a single line of discontentment crossing his forehead. 

“Thrawn, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Thrass immediately presented his excuses. 

Thrawn took another canape to eat, his throat’s mucles contracting under his frustration. 

“No, you are right.” He said, “This is a sentiment foreign to me. But I know when I witness it, and I witness it in you, my brother. And I would be mournful if you missed a chance to find your other half in life.” 

“You are quite a romantic I realize.” Thrass couldn’t help but grin lightly at Thrawn’s choice of words. 

“What I am trying to say is: give her a chance Thrass. You might come one day to regret not trying. You have nothing to lose in the end.”  

Thrass slowly relaxed, pondering his options. It’s true, in the end, he had nothing to lose. He will not die to spend an afternoon with (Y/n)’(F/n)... 

He could even know where he stands with her, why he couldn’t word the simple truth. 

“You seem supportive of her.” Thrass investigated. 

Thrawn shrugged. 

“I got to know her during her stay on my ship on the UAG. She is honest and with a good nature. Like you.” 

“You trust her.” 

“Indeed I do. She is not a threat to the Ascendancy and I never felt an ounce of violence or darkness emmanating from her.” 

“You know what? You are right.” Thrass let out, like transfigured. 

Thrawn stopped mid-movement of drinking, not expecting such a drastic change of attitude in such a short time. Thrass didn’t lose a second and took out his comm, typing rapidly. 

“Sent! ”  

And Thrass seized his Nightbringer on the board and took Thrawn’s lion. Thrawn remained silent, fixated on his brother, completely lost. 

“Like you I hate uncertainty.” Thrass explained, “The sooner I meet her, the sooner I will be in the picture. Are you happy?” 

Thrawn contemplated his older brother, trying to make sense of that last minute. 

“I simply thought you could be a good match.” 

“We will learn it soon enough!”  

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You exit the theater absolutely exhausted, your brain scrambled. It was a classical play, as you hoped, but consequently with classical Cheuhn. 

And you didn’t understand a single line! 

You learned the entire Wikipedia pages about it as about the theater you came in to info dump Thrass and impress him but you didn’t understood a single word. You spent the whole play typing feverishly on your questis to translate the lines in common Cheuhn while Thrass tried really, really hard not to explode laughing. But he mastered the neutral face of the politician man long ago, he simply didn’t control the trembling of the rest of his body. 

Thrass sighs, satisfied under the artificial sun of Csaplar. 

“It was a really good play” 

You sniff, sad to not have enjoyed the play as you hoped you would. 

“I am really glad you liked it.” You respond. 

“A bit too didactic to my liking, but nice nonetheless.” 

You turn your head to him, eyebrows raised in a silent question. 

“We studied this play at school, I already knew it.” 

You open your mouth in shock and suddenly your body slumps, completely demoralized. 

“I am sorry Thrass... I just thought-” 

You cannot finish your sentence that Thrass explodes laughing in the middle of the street, hands on his knees. You look at him absolutely dumbfounded by his reaction. 

“What?” 

He tries to stop laughing, to no avail. 

“I am sorry! You appeared so distraught back inside, you were trying so hard to follow the play!” He manages to say between two fits of laugh. He coughs to force it to stop, “Hum! I am sorry (Y/n), but it was really endearing seeing you try so hard.” 

You purse your lips, embarrassed. You saw him casually cover his mouth, hiding behind a relaxed position, his legs crossed and his elbow on the armchair, trying to not look in your direction to not explode in the middle of the play. 

He straightnens his back, raising back up with one hand on his stomach and a big smile on his face. 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... It’s been a while since I laughed like that! Thank you (Y/n), it was very much needed.” 

You readjust your purse straps on your shoulder, trying to put up a front. 

“You’re welcome.” You mumble, cursing the heat spreading to your cheeks. 

He wipes the tears off his cheeks. 

“Come on! We need to take a tube car for my activity.” 

He starts to walk away from the theater in the Tube car station’s direction and you begrudgingly follow, ashamed and disgraced by his reaction, measuring how much of a fool you must be in his eyes now... 

Thrass instantly notices you’re not walking next to him and turns to you, a simple smile on his face, detailing your expression. 

“I am sorry (Y/n), I shouldn’t have laughed at your efforts.” He says softly, “I am glad you took an interest in our culture to try to take on such a classical piece. If you wish I could break it down with you later and explain its cultural significance to you.” 

You raise your head to meet his gaze. 

“You would?’  

“Of course. Come with me now...” And he gently takes your hand to guide you to the station. 

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You squirm, uncomfortable but trying your very hard to not show it. Next to you Thrass takes another sip of his tea, appearing fully at ease. 

He brought you to an entirely new neighborhood. You walked in cobbled streets for an hour after the tube car, he generously asked if he could take your high heels to make it easier for you and you daringly said no. 

You lasted 15 minutes before your heels started to poor blood and you had to stop at a pharmacy to dress you. 

“Again, I am sorry.” You said pitifully. 

Again he tried very hard not to laugh. 

“It’s all right (Y/n).” He responded with a smile threatening to stretch his lips. 

You finished the route with your shoes in hand, band-aids covering your heels. The cobblestone was warm to your skin and smooth, without asperities that could slash your feet. Thrass walked next to you, hands clasped behind his back, explaining to you the intricacies of the architectural style of that neighborhood. 

It is apparently a perfect reproduction of the “old city” of Csaplar underground full of wooden structures and buildings. 

You entered a small building to change into a kimono and enter a salon opening on an inner courtyard garden with a pound and large trees. Two rooms away you could hear traditional Chiss music, giving the place an elegant and serene atmosphere.  

You imitated Thrass, sitting on his heels in front of a woman in the same position. The tea ceremony  lasted more than two hours, in the exact same position, unmoving.  

It was difficult for you, but you held on, you embarassed yourself enough before Thrass for today. 

Once the woman finished preparing tea she rose on her knee to pour it in your cups. You both bowed down deeply to her, thanking her. She disapeared, leaving you two alone to savor your hot tea. 

You sigh deeply, trying to keep the numbing sensation of your legs in check as you sip your tea. You desperately want to unfold your legs but greet your teeth. 

“It is delicious, isn’t it?” Thrass finally asks, visibly satisfied by his tea. 

“Yes!” You nod eagerly, “It has a lot of flavor!” You try your best to not let your pain reach your tone. That’s not really a success. 

“I always loved tea ceremonies... They are peaceful and meditative.” 

“Thrawn told me that.” You smile, laying down your hands with your cup on your legs, “He told me you introduced him to proper tea art for his 29th Starday!” You reveal, too happy to find common ground with Thrass thanks to his brother. 

“Ah, he remembers this day then.” He notes with a little grin, “I never saw someone hold this position as well as him. I always left with terrible pain in my legs.” He winks at you. 

You flush and let your gaze fall on your cup to not meet his inquisitive red eyes. 

“I always thought that tea ceremonies are telltales of characters.” He tells you pensively, his eyes detailing the scenery of the garden. 

“Really?”  

“Indeed. They put your patience to the test, and require good etiquette and politeness, good taste and culture. I can tell a lot of things about someone by how they sit on their heels and wait for their tea.” 

You gulp, suddenly apprehensive. Is your attitude correct, is your demeanor polite and dignified enough for such a place? 

“You did good, do not worry.” He reassures without even looking at you. He just knew the questions gnawing at your reason. 

“Phew... I am relieved.” You sigh, letting your shoulders fall. 

“Careful, the ceremony isn’t finished yet.” He lets you know. 

You immediately straighten your back and stiffen your shoulders, on edge once again. Thrass cannot help but chuckle once again. 

“I appreciate you, (Y/n). You make me laugh, I like that.” 

You turn to him, in surprise but full of hope. 

“Really?” You cannot contain your enthusiasm. 

He nods peacefully, taking another sip, slowly savoring his drink.  

“Yes. You work hard and are mindful of people around you, you're driven by your will to learn... Those are really important qualities, and I appreciate them in my entourage.” 

You purse your lips for a split second. 

“Would you not like me if I failed at the ceremony?” 

“I never dated someone who failed at the ceremony.” He reveals, “I discovered that I am incompatible with such characters.” 

You nod slowly, feeling like you almost fucked up! 

“And your brother likes me!” You add, trying to smooth your portrait even more. 

Thrass puts his cup down, laying his hands on his legs. 

“Yes. That is another good point in your favor.” He concedes, “Thrawn is another excellent judge of persona, and he deemed you trustworthy wich is why I accepted the idea of this date with you.” 

Thrawn played matchmaker? 

Did he... 

You flush terribly, wich doesn’t escape Thrass. 

“Is something wrong?” He worries. 

“Did he... Did he reveal to you what I told him about you?” You ask, barely able to look in his direction. 

“No, he did not.” He reassures you, “He told me it wasn’t in his right to do so and that he should let you express yourself.” 

You sigh, relieved. 

“Do you wish to speak to me about it?” 

You start but calm down. 

“No... I am not yet ready to reveal it.” You admit. 

It is too soon for your heart to admit your love to Thrass, you would go into cardiac arrest! 

“It is quite all right. We will have plenty of other times together for you to tell me...” He smiled softly. 

Full of promises. 

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[fallenrepublick]

Guess who’s back - back again it’s me lol

Anyways, between Borika, Thrass, and Thrawn who’s the biggest disaster when it comes to asking someone out?

Oh man, it's Thrawn, hands down.

The thing about Thrass is that, discounting the fact that he internally stresses and panics about the whole ordeal, talking himself into and out of the confession at least twenty times before he finally does it, he goes about it relatively smoothly.

Borika is just so disconnected from the concept of being in a relationship that she doesn't realize how much she's into you until she's neck-deep into it and she can barely look at you without internally combusting. But she isn't a disaster either, preferring to confess whatever feelings she's harboring over a cup of tea in her only two mugs without chips on the edges. She rambles, but she rambles in a way that makes sense and sends your heart into flutters either way.

But Thrawn. Oh my god, THRAWN. He sucks. Awful. Terrible at flirting and in turn, terrible at beginning relationships. Now, we all know of his... tendencies towards dominance, but that's only in the relationship. Prior to it, you'll have to bonk him on the head directly with your affections, lest they pass over him entirely. He doesn't do it by choice obviously. It's clear that he already has feelings and adoration for you, he is simply unable to communicate them. Not to mention, he automatically decides that if you had intentions with him, you'd let him know. It isn't a pride thing. It's just obliviousness.

And YET, he will say absolutely shameless things that come off as flirting without missing a beat. Unintentional mixed messages are his specialty by this point. And if he does ask you out? It's framed like a hangout. Like a colleague bonding activity.

"Is this a date?" you ask, hoping he'll pick up the hinted question.

"It's whatever you want it to be," he says without even the slightest implication.

Somewhere in the galaxy, Thrass contracts a migraine.

[twilekchiss]

Hey Thrawn & Chiss Fans!

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

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

[danger-xylophones]

Can I request some Thrass x Platonic!Reader?

I'm just a little sapphic who loves Thrass and thinks he would be the best bestie ever.

Yes yes yes, of course! I love Thrass and am always down to talk about the silly syndic in any capacity!

I had too many ideas to put into one thing so you're getting hc's first

masterlist | chiss

Ok Thrass is without a doubt the greatest friend you could ask for

He's loyal and kind and unbelievably witty

And also very dumb - a smart dumbass type

You two share a brain cell when together

I also think he's a little fruity himself

You're both masters of side eye conversations

If you're both mitth syndics??? fucking unstoppable - Thurfian is shaking in his boots

If you're from rival families? You'll develop a healthy rivalry with each other that is not short on ribbing

You're going to be friends with Thrawn, whether you want to or not, there is no stopping it

You're always over at each other's place

There has been many a time where you've just gotten done with work and Thrass comes strolling in, hands dramatically waving over his head while he recounts to you the ridiculous thing another syndic said

He's surprisingly good at making mixed drinks and is a wine connoisseur

Can't handle beer though - says it tastes like fermented bread

Speaking of drinks, you go at once a week to get a few rounds with each other.

Or if it's not drinks, it's caf

All the local caf places know your regular orders

Thrass is the god of hugs, he's very squishy and knows that he makes a good pillow - as long as you're comfortable being hugged, you are being hugged (this is a threat)

I'm pretty certain one of his love languages is touch and this extends to his friends

Hand on the shoulder, on your back, messing with your hair if you'll let him, the list goes on

In moments of great stress when you're on the verge of a breakdown, he's happy to let you cling onto him and cry if you need to

He will defend you with his life

I can see him easily falling into a queer-platonic relationship

He's a very dedicated friend and he's got a lot of love to give

I warn you, he's got the Cain instinct

If there is a rogue cardboard tube you will be bonked with it

He likes to paint his nails and he's more than happy to paint yours

Shopping spree anyone?

Thrass is the therapy friend, he wants to know what's bothering you and he wants to help you - please tell him what's troubling you

But he also needs someone to be his therapy friend because he wants to be helpful but has trouble accepting help for himself

Thrass loves people and he loves his friends even more

If he's ever in another situation where he needs to proclaim that you're related, he is not afraid to say so

[aroayr-shuk]

I have a vision,

And it will probably never be realized.

Taking from Legends, Nuruodo is a family name. In this case it defines what we as humans think of, instead of a political family. A surname.

There is a planet near the Ascendancy, so close some would mistake it for being a part of it. Our world, Earth. During this time, it "discovered" by the Chiss and recognized as a colony.

Humans are as we know them, no remarkable traits, but with key differences from the Star Wars humans. They're thought to be cousins genetically.

The humans begin to integrate into Chiss society, though many are unhappy about it. The story focuses around the humans fight to be recognized as equals by the chiss. And their victory.

It also examines the joys and hardships of a interspecies marriage between a chiss and a human. And their eventual success.

I have one scene playing on repeat in my head:

It has been decades since humans first began the fight for equality, and progress has been made. The MC and her husband stand on a balcony in the Aristocra's Hall, with their three children behind them. All clothed in burgundy red.

An usher announces every being who enters the room. They are there to witness the induction of new merit adoptives into the Family. His loud and clear voice reads over their names on the list.

"Presenting, of the house Nuruodo, honored by the Great Family of Stybla,

"Raw'nuruodo, Grand Admiral of the Empire, Agent of the Acendancy.

"(Y/N) Nuru, Syndic of the Ruling Family of Mitth.

"Their sons, Mitth'icra'nuru, cousin of the Family, Junior Commander of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet. And Mitth'ras'nuru, cousin of the Family.

"Their daughter, Mitth'aia'nuru, cousin of the Family, Lieutenant of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet."

*Thrawn was sent to the Empire for 8 years, he was rewelcomed into the Acendancy as an Agent and retained his rank of Grand Admiral, it is a complicated ordeal. His wife, is Syndic Prime of the Mitth, and combined chiss and human tradition for her name. Thicran is their eldest son, and an officer of the CEDF. His sister Thaian, is three years younger and followed his footsteps to become an officer. Their youngest brother Thrasn, was named after their uncle, he was born ten years after his sister and is not of age at the events of the scene.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

It’s thotty hours?? My time to shine!

I want to be shared between Thrass and Thrawn, the different ways they’d use me and take care of me 🤤

I admittedly don’t know that much about Thrass. I haven’t ready any material with him in it. However if @fallenrepublick’s post are anything to go by, yes. Fuck yes. Let them both use me and fuck me dumb.

Do y’all have lovely thots to share this evening?

[argent-gale]

Your Eli x Reader was great! Would you ever do Thrass x Reader??

Oh absolutely!!

Also, if Thrass x reader interests you @hazel-inle and I did a lovely collab together:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12099981

Thanks for the Ask, nonnie

[vibratingskull]

REQUESTS OPEN !!!!!!

i reopen my request to celebrate Thrawn's new iteration in Tales of the Empire !!!

Hit me with your best ideas !!!

I not only write for Thrawn but for Thurfian, Ar'alani, Samakro, Thrass... Any Chiss is an option!

⚠️ Please note that if you don't explicitely state reader's gender they'll be a cis afab woman as it what's more comfortable for me, so if you want a specific gender and body BE PRECISE IN YOUR REQUEST!

✔️ I do fluff, angst, dead dove, smut, hurt comfort,... All the savors of good fics!

❌ I don't do canon x canon (sorry), adult x underage (duh) and explicit male x male (I'll fuck it up somehow)

I reserve myself the right to shutdown any request if the reasoning does not suit me.

[milfthrawnuorodo]

Thrawn x Syndic!OC HCs

Brain is overflowing with thoughts, so of course I had to get them out. Personally I feel like this OC could easily be interchanged with x reader, but I am having a lot of fun flushing this character out. So here is a variety of head canons about how Theta and Thrawn met:

I have become enamored with this idea of a woman so similar, yet so wildly different from Thrawn. A brilliant tactician all the same, but her art excels in a different kind of warfare—politics.

There aren’t many women in the Syndicure, but Theta has made a name for herself, both toeing the line and attempting to lead the Ascendancy to a brighter, more progressive future (hence her being one of the few women in such a highly patriarchal dynamic), while simultaneously stirring up trouble via all the disgruntled feathers of the age-old Aristocra who resist such change.

I imagine Thrawn is immediately drawn to her—intelligence, wit, and a strong sense of ambition are all characteristics Thrawn prizes. But I think what attracts him most to Theta is her success in an area that fully baffles him. The small yet powerful subtleties of politics have always evaded him, but he watches her succeed time and time again.

They first cross paths during one of Thrawn’s many hearings after a particularly scandalous and questionable, albeit effective, military maneuver. Theta jumps to his defense, arguing that no matter how the lines were blurred in the moment, the overall greater good of the Ascendancy was all that mattered. Thrawn took note. After all, there weren’t many people rushing to his defense.

After the hearing, Thrawn was sure to thank Theta for the attempted exoneration. Theta couldn’t hide her smile, thankful for the opportunity to offer her thanks personally for his contributions to the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, and the Ascendancy as a whole.

As you can imagine, this was not the type of response Thrawn was used to. It stuck with him.

Their second meet up was far less pleasant. On a diplomatic mission in an attempt to establish stronger foreign relations with alien governments in the Chaos, Theta is taken hostage by a small local political resistance. Thrawn’s command are the ones sent to rescue the Syndic. After a series of stressful events, and more than enough blaster fire to squash any type of a would-be rebellion, Thrawn successfully extricated Theta. Safely aboard the Springhawk, Thrawn attempted to comfort Theta, only to find the woman surprisingly sturdy and more fired up than ever about establishing Chiss allies across the galaxy—a spirit which only further intrigued him. And so, a friendship was born.

Over the next several months, Theta and Thrawn grew closer. She’d invite him to art galleries and exhibits, and the two would often end the far-too-late nights with a meal and a glass of fine wine. It was on one of these nights that Thrawn learned that Theta actually enjoyed painting, and created several of her own pieces in the minimal downtime she had. A way to “unwind after long days arguing with the stubborn fools in the syndicure” as Theta described the hobby. Their mutual appreciation of art bonded them together even more, the two realizing how much they enjoyed each other’s company.

Theta requests the spring hawk for every diplomatic mission she can, but even when Thrawn’s duties take him far off the ascendancy’s homeworld, Thrawn always makes sure to seek her out within a day or two of being back on the surface. Though of course Theta is usually aware of Thrawn’s return—that was always a hot topic of discussion in the syndicure.

Because Thrawn is, well, Thrawn, and Theta is Thrawn in political form, it took several not-so-subtle comments from both Thrass and Ar’alani to point out the very obvious connection between the two. Even still, the two seem reluctant to address their growing feelings, afraid to ruin the glowing friendship.

And because I am also a realist, I have to point out that Thrawn is initially extremely interested in Theta only as a strong and powerful ally. She is extremely beneficial to have on his side. But as he gets to know her, he finds himself struggling with emotions he’s never had to face before. He can no longer just view her as an asset—she becomes something more entirely.

It all comes to a head during one of the attacks on the Ascendancy (mentioned in chaos rising). Theta is ushered to the safe spaces underground along with the rest of the Syndicure, while the battle rages up ahead, the CEDF quickly and efficiently taking care of the attackers. Once the dust settles (both literal and the metaphorical dust in the form of the syndic outcry at the attack) and Theta is finally in the safety of her own home, Thrawn shows up at her doorstep.

Theta is still visibly shaken up from the attack, and clearly exhausted and emotional from the day. But Thrawn, level-headed as always, is clear and almost analytical in his confession. (Because of course Thrawn would turn his complex feelings towards her into a logic puzzle.) It took the fear of potentially losing her, not knowing for sure if she was safe or not, for him to realize how much he cared for her.

His smooth, tranquil voice soothed Theta to her very core, only to have his words speed her heart up once more.

That’s when the two shared their first kiss. And they never looked back.

Talk about a Chiss power couple—Thrawn leading the CEDF from without, and Theta taking the Syndicure by storm from within.

AKA, Thurffian’s worst nightmare.

You can bet I have a dozen more little ideas, but damn it felt good to at least get these out there.

[danger-xylophones]

When you get the time, could you do some more thrass x reader? I loved how you wrote him.

warnings: she/her pronouns, reader referred to as a woman, chiss reader

masterlist | chiss

also if you're ever in need of Thrass content - I highly suggest checking out @handbaskethell's fic "An Officer and a Syndic". It's been such a blast to read and may or may not have made me rethink the way I write Thrass.

The Mitth homestead was odd compared to the Irizi. Grand arches reached up to the ceiling, colored a soft gold and bleeding into the deep burgundy overhead.

It was simultaneously more and less extravagant than the irizi - more in the sense that the colors were bolder and more eye catching, making all the patterns carved into the walls and along the pillars pop. Less is the sense that the color palette was simpler sticking to burgundy, gold, and a dark gray to balance it.

Odd. But beautiful. And as you trailed along behind the local patriel you became increasingly aware of just how out of place you looked in your soft violet colored garb you'd donned today.

"Are you sure about this?" The voice of the patriel startled you out of your passive observance of the architecture. She waited for you to look at her before continuing. "I mean, there's still time to back out."

You could feel your lower eyelid twitch - you were an Irizi syndic, you never backed down, especially when you wanted something. "I appreciate your concern, Patriel Zienna," you began with a calm voice, "But, I am a woman of my word and I intend to go through with this."

Zienna frowned, an expression that must have been ingrained into her face based on how defined her wrinkles were, "I can respect that, Syndic. But no one is forcing you to marry him."

"Exactly, Patriel." You shot back as the two of you came to a stop beneath a landscape painting of Avidich. "I want to marry him." Zienna's lips drew into a thin line and she had the distinctive look of someone who wanted to say something nasty. But she never got the chance. The door to the reception area opened and in walked the man of the hour. An immediate grin broke out over your face as you turned to fully face Thrass as he approached.

"Syndic Mitth'ras'safis?" Patriel Zienna called in her grumpy voice before you could greet him.

"I am he." He replied with a gentle smile as he came to a stop right before you. "Patriel Irizi'enn'amar?" He held out his arm for the customary greeting.

"I am she." Zienna bowed her head.

Beaming, Thrass pivoted his body towards you. "I hope the journey here wasn't too rough?"

"Not at all," you managed to jump in before Zienna, "it was actually rather pleasant. Avidich is beautiful." You wanted to say more but propriety and the haughty sneer from Zienna made you hold back.

"Indeed it is," Thrass simpered, eyes glittering as he quickly raked them up and down your form. You could feel yourself flush purple. He laughed under his breath before turning back to Zienna. "I thank you, Patriel, for escorting my betrothed here early. I understand it is not traditional but I desperately needed her help finalizing a few details."

Zienna eyed him in a contemptuous way. "Of course, Syndic Thrass. Far be it from the Irizi to let one of their own suffer through such an embarrassing affair as a poorly planned party."

Thrass's relaxed smile didn't slip but you didn't miss the way his bottom lip tensed. "Thank you, Patriel." He spoke in as even of a voice he could muster. He took a deep breath. "If you wish to stay until the ceremony, we have a room available to you. I would be happy to escort you-"

Zienna cut him off, "That will be quite alright, Syndic," a hiss underscored her words, "I would much rather return to my work."

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from snapping at the irate patriel.

"I understand, Patriel. Would you at least like me to walk you to your transport?" Thrass asked in a softer voice, meant to be disarming.

But it didn't work, "No thank you," Zienna huffed, turning her nose up at him, "I can manage on my own."

Thrass bowed his head. "Very well, good day, Patriel Zienna."

"Good day, syndics." Zienna snorted and, casting one final almost-disgusted look at you, stalked back the way the two of you had come.

Both of you watched her go until she rounded a corner and vanished from sight. "Well," you started, clapping your hands in front of you, "that could have gone worse." You turned to Thrass.

"I suppose," he sighed, closing his eyes. He shook his head once as if to clear his thoughts. You watched in real time as his expression relaxed, the tension fled from his shoulders and left him standing in a way you were more familiar with. His eyes opened and he immediately reached for you. "My darling," Thrass hummed as he secured his arms around you, "I've missed you terribly."

You bit your lip as if that would stop the smile stretching across your face as your own arms looped around to pull him close. "As have I missed you." Your pressed into him, head laying on his shoulder. "The complex is not the same knowing you aren't simply a short walk away." Thrass's head rested on yours, one of his arms snuck up higher to wrap around your upper back - the other stayed around your hips to practically mold you against him. A contented hum slipped from you, your eyes sliding shut, as you found yourself enveloped in his warmth.

You held each other for a few moments more, delighting in the embrace of the other. But, at length, you forced yourself to step back - recognizing that had you been allowed to remain you would have fallen asleep on Thrass's shoulder. Lifting a hand, you cupped Thrass's jaw and maneuvered his face towards you to place a peck to the corner of his mouth.

Thrass blinked at you in confusion. "You missed?" He chuckled, a dopey grin on his face.

You shook your head and gave his jaw a soft squeeze. "We are still in public, Thrass." Retreating your hand, you retracted your other arm to settle both hands on his chest. "And technically, this type of contact isn't allowed until after our families have met." It was a reminder neither of you wanted.

"Whoever came up with the tradition of separation was simply a prude." Thrass muttered, bowing his head to dust a flurry of kisses across your cheeks.

A snort like laugh left you - both at his comment and the ticklish feeling of the feather-light kisses which only encouraged him to keep going. "I believe," you choked out between stifled giggles, "it was - stop - a Mitth that started it." At the mention of the Mitth, you took one hand away to poke Thrass in the belly - right where he was rather ticklish himself.

Reflexively, he jumped back - releasing you from his hold and stopping him from kissing you for the time being. "Of course it was." Thrass groused. Then, as if just realizing what had happened, he started to reach for you again.

You playfully batted his hands away, making him pout at you like a kicked growzer pup. "Stop looking at me like that, love." You chided. He didn't, and instead somehow made his expression more pathetic. You broke and stepped closer, taking his face in your hands. "I love you but we have things to do and images to keep." He pouted at you again. "You're adorable." You kissed his cheek. "Later, alright?"

"Very well," Thrass sighed, mock-dejected, pressing his own kiss to your wrist, "but I'll hold you to that."

You smirked, "Hold me however you like, Thrass, but after we get everything done." You retracted your hands and gave the chiss man a moment to process what you'd said. The moment he did, a pretty violet blush appeared, overtaking his face and bleeding down his neck. Your smirk turned self-satisfied when he struggled to come up with a reply but after forcing him to endure your light teasing, you decided to be merciful and forge ahead, "now then, you mentioned you needed help with the seating chart?"

[ysalamiri-queen]

2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

[argent-gale]

Hi, great fan of your fics! I especially love how you write (smutty) Thrawn? Like, I sweat bullets and had hot flashes when I read your Alien Relations 101 series. Any chance of you putting out a Thrawn x Reader soon? No pressure though! I'm just really thirsty for some really good blue smurf haha (have I said you're amazing? If i haven't then: you and you're fics are amazing!)

First of thank you so much.  I have been on a little bit of a writing hiatus due to personal stuff.  But to answer your question, yes!  I am working on my IBB project right now but I plan on revisiting the Thrawn x Reader stuff. Next up will be an arranged marriage prompt fill which I had been working on and had to set aside.  

Also @hazel-inle and I have been working together on a Pleasure Slave AU that involves Thrass (if you like Thrass) and Thrawn and will involve the reader.  If you care to see some art Hazel did some amazing art for it already which you can see here   and  here.

So yes, dear Anon, I plan on picking Alien Relations 101 back up again.  I am glad you have been enjoying.

[vibratingskull]

Hello! I was thinking you said you didn't master Thrass yet how about you start "small" with him not been exactly the main character?

How about a F!reader she was in relationship with Thrass and by the time he died she is pregnant and she leaves to the empire.

Thrawn finds her in his exile. You could focus more on her relationship with Thrawn if it's easier.(?)

Obviously, this is just a suggestion not a request. You can totally ignore this if you like.

Art by @jorrmund

Thrawn and in laws... That sounds interesting

Thrawn & Chiss!F!reader

Tags : Hurt and little comfort

You apply the final touches with your brushes on your blue skin, finishing to perfect your traditional make up for the day. You check your coiffure one last time and rise on your feet to enter the salon and take your place. 

You’re alone at the tea house today, your two apprentices have their day off but that’s not a problem for you. Your first family was in the tea business for generation and educated you in its ways. You later trained your husband at this art when you entered the Mitth for your wedding. 

Now that you are in the human Empire, this traditionnal Chiss tea house that you built for yourself is the last bound you have to your former life. When Mitth’raw’nuruodo came back from his mission, distraught, his first action was to come to you and warn you about Thrass disapearance. Without thinking twice you prepared a bag and with Thrawn complicity you stealed a ship to fly after Thrass while pregnant.  

You were not letting your husband disappear when you had a baby on the way! 

You searched for him for a months, visiting numerous planets, meeting nuemrous species. 

To no avail. 

At some point you got lost in the chaos and end up in lesser space, the term was really close and you needed an hospital or a maternity to give birth to your baby safely. You had to give birth alone, without any familiar faces and surrounded by aliens. 

A chance there was a near-Chiss species, humans, who helped you in this trial. But traveling with a week old baby without any concrete destination and on unsafe routes was simply impossible and you had to stop. The danger was simply too great.  

So you worked different jobs to make ends meet, hiding your skin color or your shiny red eyes, you traveled across this city planet called Coruscant, changing apartments, sometimes running away from creditors and hiding somewhere  until things settles down. You saw the end of the Republic and lived through the first days of the Empire, keeping a low profile... 

Things could have gotten a lot worse if you didn’t hold on to your principles and bared your teeth to adversity. But you managed to gain some money, bought that building for next to nothing, renovating it yourself into a proper establishement worthy of Chiss standards, and now you have two trainees to train. They are nice girls, diligent and hard working with the will to do great and by the rules but they are still far from the Chiss excellence in the ways of the tea. 

You check your questi... datapad to know your shedules of the day. Lately you have more than 25 clients per day. It forces you to rush some aspects of the ceremony but it is still manageable. 

... 

Only one client? 

Weird. 

Your apprentice who took the reservation left a note. 

“Navy Officer who specifically requested the entire day to himself.” 

You sigh, annoyed. You are a tea house, not a pleasure house. You don’t stay an entire day here! What was she thinking when she took the reservation? You cannot permit yourself to dedicate a full day to a single client! 

A Navy Officer no less.  

You sniff with disdain. Another one of those men who thinks because he has money and rank everything is due to him! 

But what’s done is done now. You’ll conduct the ceremony as always and push him to the door and took the rest of the day to yourself. You will be able to come back home earlier and spend some time with your son. 

You lay down the pad and aligns all your ustensils on the clothe on the floor, seating heels on the little mattress dedicated to this effect. That’s when you hear the door of the salon open and steps entering the room. 

At least this Grand Admiral respects the schedule. 

You also notes he had the presence of mind to take off his shoes to walk on the tatami. Not all clients knows that. You begrugingly give him another point as you lay down the last utensil and turns towards your client, eyes closed as you bow down to him respectfully. 

“Welcome to the Primordial Tea house.” 

“I thank you Mitth’(Y/n)’(F/n).” 

You froze, opening your eyes in a shock. 

Before you, impeccably seated on his heels, raising from his bow and in a perfectly neat green uniform, stands another chiss. 

And not any Chiss! 

“Mitth’raw’ nuruodo...” You say with a white voice, barely audible. 

His expression is serene and aloof, but his gleaming red eyes shine with tenderness and a controlled joy. You are utterly speechless. Why is he here? What is he doing in this parts of the Galaxy? Why... 

“I rejoice seeing you thriving in this Empire, my sister.” He finally says before your resonnating silence, “You must have a lot of questions.” 

You look at him up and down, not believing your sight. 

But that’s him! Older by a decade but it is unmistikably him! Your husband’s little brother! 

Your own little brother now. 

“I... How?” You utter. 

“I was sent in a mission by the Ascendancy to find new allies and study this Empire.” 

You look at him with round eyes, feeling your hands starting to tremble on your knees. 

“I was terrified for you when you stopped sending me news years ago, but I heard rumors about a woman with blue skin and red eyes in this part of Coruscant. I had to verify it for myself.” He continues before your disarray, “I hoped with all my heart it was you, and I was not mistaken.” 

“Mitth... raw...” 

“Call me Thrawn, my sister. As you used to do back in the day.” 

“Thrawn...” You breath, heart clenching painfully, “Did you get any news? Anything?” 

His shoulders lower and he shakes his head slightly. 

“No. Nothing.”  

Your heart starts to bleed and a sob rises in your throat. 

“He will never come back...” You manage to say with a shaky voice, a tear rolling on your cheek. 

“I am affraid.” He concedes gravely. “Hope gets thiner by each passing day.” 

And you burst out in tears. You hide your face behind your hands, sobbing as you are forced to face your most horrifying fear. Thrawn remains silent, repectful of your pain. He lets you cry with compassion in his eyes. 

“I am truly sorry (Y/n).” He murmures. 

“Oh my warrior... What will I say to Thabim?” Your entire body shakes between sobs. 

Thrawn tilts his head. 

“Thabim?” 

You sniff unelegantly, going against the reserve and modesty of your role as a tea master, but frankly you don’t care at that moment. 

“Thrass’ son... Our child...” You gasp, trying to breath. 

Thrawn’s eyes round up slightly, clearly taken by surprise. 

“You had a child?” 

You nod as tears fall down from your cheeks to your folded legs, soiling your precious traditional attire for tea ceremony. 

“We didn’t want to announce it to the family just yet... It was supposed to be a surprise...” You pull on your collar to open your attire and take out a medallion that you open, revealing an old picture of you and Thrass together. 

Smiling. 

Carefree. 

Simply happy to be together. 

You still remember vividly the day you announced your pregnancy to your dear Ch’acah. Thrass was checking files on his questis when you agitated the test under his gaze. Surprised, he threw his head backward, hitting the back of his skull against the bedrame. You chuckled as he massaged his painfull head, turning his gaze to you, wondering what you wanted to tell him. You showed him the test again with a big smile and saw the shimmer of his red gaze intensify by ten fold. He jumped out of the bed, seized your hips and made you spin in the air, laughing loudly, before embracing you, pulling you into a deep kiss, happy and hopefull. 

Now he is lost... 

You press the medallion against your heart, forgetting Thrawn’s presence because of the pain. Thrass hide the same pendant under his sydyc tunic. You fold your body in two in a soothing gesture. You feel Thrawn’s hand seize your shoulder gently, squeezing it softly. 

“I am sorry (Y/n).” He repeats  

“It is so painful...” You cry. “It feels like I’m hoing to die!” 

“Yes.” He agrees, “It is the most terrible pain. But you are not alone anymore, I am with you now. I will help you and Thabim.” 

You raise you gaze to him, full of pain and pleadings. 

And you throw yourself in his arms, all etiquette be damned!  He frozes under your touch, taken by surprise once more. You squeeze him tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck, soiling his uniform with your tears. You feel him responding to your hug after an hesitation, caressing your back comfortingly and circling your shoulders. 

“I am here now, sister. And I will remain.” 

You hiss in your pain, breathing with difficulty with your lungs so tight. 

“Thank you brother... Thank you...” 

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[vibratingskull]

Hi! do you think that in the future, you will accept Thrass requests?

I did not master his character as good as Thrawn, but I'll never get better at it if i don't practice so yes! I intend to write for cinnamon roll Thrass in the future hun ❤️ shot me your best ideas with the best brother in the universe!

[danger-xylophones]

Pomp and Ceremony Pt. 4

Warnings: fluff, Thurfian, Zistalmu

squishy thrass rights continue

masterlist | chiss

Thrass still wasn't used to being the Mitth principal on negotiations. Which, really, he thought he should be by now. I mean - this was his future after all. He'd climbed the ranks from data siphon to head negotiator in an impressively short amount of time despite what some chiss might consider the pitfalls of his status as a cousin. And part of climbing up the strange ladder of the syndicure was learning to bash heads with other syndics on the regular.

But, he supposed, in his defense that for all the practice he had, nothing had ever prepared him for what to do when your political opponent asks to court you.

He'd accepted - rather excitedly - and now he sat beside you watching a comedic play you'd been telling him about since Oyokal. You, at least, were thoroughly entertained by the comedy of errors being played out on the stage and Thrass got the chance to admire your smile.

Thrass had to admit that he was still a bit surprised by how quickly you'd fallen for him (and vice versa). Yes, he'd thought you were quite attractive from the very moment you were introduced to him as the Irizi principal. But, he'd been prepared to forget your name once everything was said and done - quite certain you'd do the same.

But that's not how it'd played out. No, instead, you'd been just the right amount of vexing to get under Thrass's skin and make a neat little home for yourself in his heart.

And now, here he sat in a stuffy performance hall, in a too small chair, wearing one of his finer outfits, with you leaned over your own armrest to grab his arm as you laughed at the harlequin characters.

And he could already tell that this was going to be one of his fondest memories with you.

When you'd first suggested going to the theatre for your first date (Thrass remembered you placed a certain emphasis on that word), he'd been a bit hesitant to agree. But then he remembered how excited you'd seemed and Thrass relented, passing the reigns to you entirely to plan out the date. And you hadn't disappointed.

At the end of the workday, you'd told him that you were treating him to dinner first at his favorite bistro and that you'd pick him up in an hour. You showed up to his flat a little early, dressed ethereally in a color that charmingly complimented his own outfit and with flowers and a box of his favorite baked goods.

And you'd been so shy giving them to him, confessing later that you'd worried you were being 'too much'. But he'd been charmed and had only continued to be so as the night went on. Dinner was also fun - once free from the expectations of how syndics were supposed to act you'd both opened up and let yourselves joke and bond over little anecdotes about each other. Hells, you'd been enjoying talking to each other so much that you were almost late to the show.

And even throughout the show the two of you had found time to make hushed comments to the other, making each other have to stifle your own giggles lest you disturb the other audience members.

Thrass had to admit he was looking forward to the next date - except he knew that he wanted to plan it and hopefully treat you to as good of a time as you'd shown him. Maybe he'd start by surprising you with flowers in your office and maybe instead of the theatre you two could go ice skating..?

A gentle weight landed on Thrass's shoulder and he glanced down to find your head resting against him. It was a quieter moment on stage, a rare point where the plot was actually peaking through and Thrass was careful to keep his voice very low when he spoke. "Are you alright?"

You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent, "Yes, I'm fine. Your shoulder looked comfy." You batted your eyes at him. "Is this alright?" Thrass felt his face flush, his mouth suddenly dry. He nodded, not trusting his voice to hold. The smile you sent him was mischievous as you turned your attention back to the stage.

Thrass huffed a little, you vixen. Well, two could play that game. Thrass found your hand resting on his arm with his other hand and gently covered it with his own. He could feel you tense up against him and worried for a moment that he'd gone too far. But, the soft sigh that escaped you as you settled back against him soothed his worries.

He could feel himself smiling, a contented grin that hurt the apples of his cheeks. But he couldn't find it in himself to stop.

The comedy of the play picked up once again and Thrass found himself laughing along a little more freely although now he was mindful of bouncing his shoulders.

At some point, Thrass's ears picked up the sound of conversation - whispered and evidently not meant for him to overhear.

"Is that...Syndic Mitth'ras'safis?" A voice whispered from somewhere behind him. Thrass, for his part, did not show that he could hear the whispered question. But, he knew that if anyone was watching too closely they would have caught the way his head twitched to bring his ear closer.

"I think so..." Another voice whispered in reply. "But I can't tell who he's with."

"Some floozy, probably." The first voice whispered back. Thrass's eye twitched and he had to bite back the urge to snap at the rude chiss.

Thrass was distracted from the conversation by you. Your grip on his hand suddenly grew a little heavier and he glanced down to find you looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He leaned down, bringing his lips to your forehead to make sure he wasn't overheard. "We have some gossipers."

If you made a face at that, he couldn't see it. But he did feel you shift against him to snuggle closer and position your ear towards where Thrass presumed the two chatty chiss to be sat.

"They're awfully close." The first voice spoke again, their tone judgemental.

"I think they're cute." The second replied quietly.

"It's unbecoming of both of them."

"Oh, come off it, you old grump. They're clearly in love." The second voice was like a coo and Thrass felt his face warm at the notion that he was already in love with you. Clearly, the comment had caught you off guard as well if the sudden tension radiating off of you was any indication. Despite his better judgement, Thrass allowed himself to lace his fingers with yours. It was supposed to be an act of camaraderie, of gentle support, a wordless reminder not to heed the words of others but he realized a moment too late that you might interpret it completely differently after such a comment.

But...Thrass found that he didn't mind however you chose to interpret it...because he meant it either way.

There was a beat where you didn't do anything and Thrass swore he could hear the gears turning in your brain. But, eventually, you replied by settling back against him and turning your ear away from the gossipers behind both of you.

The play stretched on and Thrass found that he had started to tune out the whispered conversation behind him (only tuning back in when there was an angry 'shush' from another patron).

But, his attention was once again arrested by the impolite conversation as the play was entering its last scene. "Do you think he's with another syndic?" It was the second voice that started the conversation this time.

"Maybe. They're both dressed for the theatre so I can't say." The first voice grumbled, noticeably quieter than any other time they'd spoke - clearly the public shaming had gotten to them.

"They're clearly eager to butt into other's business." Your voice thoroughly startled Thrass and he found himself turning to look down at you.

Your focus was on the stage but it was clear to Thrass that you, like him, had also been entertained by the speculation of the chiss behind you.

Thrass hummed and rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. "I'd wager they're reporters, then."

He felt you giggle ruefully. "Or syndics, too."

A moment later there was a sound of a blaster shot from the stage and an uproar of laughter from the other audience members and Thrass looked up just in time to see the lights fade, signalling the end of the production.

When the lights came up again and the cast started to emerge to take their bows, Thrass found himself reluctant to release your hand to clap. And, if his imagination wasn't running away with him, he felt comforted to feel you hesitating too.

But, eventually, you did release each other to give the cast their due appreciation for an excellent show. Even if neither of you had really been paying attention towards the end.

When the houselights came up, Thrass rose from his seat and felt his knees protest loudly. But he ignored them in favor of snagging your coat off the back of your chair before you could reach for it. When you turned to question him, he held it open for you and delighted in the small blush he caught emerging on your face.

He helped you into the luxurious, faux-fur garment - a gift from your grandfather, you'd told him over dinner - and couldn't help but admire the way it draped over your frame. Now, Thrass had never considered himself a materialistic man but in that moment he thought that he finally understood why people would lavish grand goods on their perspective partners. There was something gratifying about seeing your partner draped in luxury you handed to them. Maybe a few dates down the line he could buy you some jewelry? Oh! No, your starday was in a few weeks, maybe then? Or would that be too soon?

"Thrass?" The man in question blinked, realizing he'd been staring at you while he was lost in thought. You'd stepped closer to him, in that time and laid a hand on his arm. You looked concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, perfectly fine, darling, just got distracted for a moment," he smiled and took your hand in his, "shall we?" Your face flushed purple and Thrass found himself endeared by the shocked expression now adorning your features.

"Darling?" You repeated, raising an eyebrow at him. Thrass felt an impish smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," he nodded and gave your hand a small tug to encourage you to follow him out of the theatre and to the lobby, "I figure, I intend to inquire after you in the future so, as long as you're alright with it, I should start trying to find a petname for you." Where this sudden confidence was coming from, Thrass couldn't really be sure. Maybe because you'd been so receptive to his advances? Maybe because he felt comfortable with you? Either way, he was eager to let you know his intentions.

You fell silent at his confession and Thrass worried once again that he'd pushed you too far but you didn't retract your hand from his. If anything, your grip got tighter. And by the time the ushers were pulling open the door for the two of you, you'd laced your fingers with his.

The two of you didn't speak as you made your way through the lobby, it was far too noisy with all the over-excited chiss theatre goers clamoring to congratulate the cast on a good show for either of you to hear each other. So, instead, Thrass tried to cut a path for the both of you, perfectly fine shouldering people out of his way while you used his broadness as a shield till you finally made it to the doors that would take you outside.

"Well, that wasn't so bad-" Thrass huffed a little when you both paused outside to collect yourselves.

"Um, Thrass..." you tugged on his arm, making the chiss man turn to you with a hum. But his pleasant disposition vanished in an instant when he followed your gaze behind him.

Emerging from the same doors the two of you had just slipped from were two other finely dressed chiss - too finely dressed. Mitth'urf'ianico and Irizi'stal'mustro. Arm in arm.

They stopped, staring at the two of you and at your still clasped hands.

You stared right back.

They were forced to make the first moves, stepping closer to you and Thrass in an attempt to quit blocking the door. Which inadvertently brought both of them in speaking distance. "Syndics," Thurfian greeted with a courteous bow of his head but he did not meet your eyes, or Thrass's.

"Syndics," Thrass greeted back, tugging you a little closer and almost behind him. Thrass watched you exchange a look with Zistalmu that bled into a silent conversation, but neither of you spoke a word to each other. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening together."

"You as well," Thurfian grumbled and actually curled his arm tighter to his own body, bringing Zistalmu closer to him. Zistalmu threw a furtive glance at you before keeping step with Thurfian.

"Well then," Thrass hummed, giving your hand a little squeeze as you two watched the two older syndics walk away.

"You don't think they were...?" You trailed off and Thrass raised an eyebrow at you. You met his eye with a raised eyebrow. "Could they have been the ones behind us?"

Thrass bit the inside of his cheek and thought back on the two voices. There was a chance... "If they were...I don't think they'll say anything to any media. Especially since we both know what we saw." He grinned and playfully bumped your hip with his, pulling a giggle out of you.

"Thurfian and Zistalmu, I never would have guessed." You hummed thoughtfully.

"Really?" Thrass laughed. "The other Mitth syndics have a running investigation into how long they've been together."

"Truly?" You asked, taking a step towards the parking lot where your sky-car awaited.

"Not on record, of course." Thrass amended, following your easy guidance without a care. Your clasped hands swung between the two of you with each step. "But we have to find ways to amuse ourselves."

"And speculating on the affairs of your syndic prime does the trick?"

Thrass's mouth fell open. "How did you know-?"

"Zistalmu's very picky. He only goes after those with ambition."

Thrass couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Is that what those strange glances were about?"

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you noticed that." You chuckled. "Sort of, it was more about establishing mutual trust. I don't particularly like Zistalmu and he doesn't really like me. But a word from either of us that we caught the other on the arm of a Mitth and we'd both be answering to the Speaker." You laughed a little to yourself. "It's an old Irizi trick - those silent conversations. I should teach you some time."

You let go of his hand to open the passenger door to your sky-car for him and gestured him in with a comedic bow that Thrass rolled his eyes at. "Do you Irizi hate us Mitth so?" He asked, chuckling despite knowing the sentiment to be awfully true as he pulled his door shut.

You settled into your seat on the driver's side. "I certainly don't, my dear." Your door shut with a soft slam and you leaned over the center console. "Now, is there any way I could talk you into dessert?"

[danger-xylophones]

Hi! If you’re still taking request, could you write a thrass x reader fic where the reader, his wife, find thrass staying up late at night trying to find info on Thrawn’s sister.

warnings: reader is referred to as 'wife, this plays with the idea that most syndics don't know about the skywalker program at all

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It was cold, you noticed immediately. The satin sheets meant to comfort you in your sleep had become irritating and frigid against your exposed skin.

With an irritated huff, you reached out a hand to your lover - hoping to find and sidle up next to him to siphon some heat. But your hand met an empty bed. Empty, freezing cold sheets encased the top and bottom of your hand. You creaked an eye open just to confirm what you'd already expected and soon found yourself irritated for an entirely different reason. "Thrass..." you groaned into your pillow.

You didn't need to look at the chrono to know that it was way too late for him to still be up and yet, most likely, he was. Still seated at his desk you'd left him at hours ago. A part of you wanted to just forget it and go back to sleep. Thrass hadn't gone to bed at a reasonable hour in almost three weeks. For the first week, you'd tried tirelessly to get him into bed with you before midnight but he'd always get up after a few hours to go back to his desk. You'd eventually given up, hoping instead that your annoyance would shine through and Thrass would get the hint and remember that sleep was important for his well-being.

But now here you were again. And unfortunately, your concern for his well-being won. Sighing explosively, you rose from the bed and slipped your feet into some slippers. As you stood, the sheets fell from you like cascading water, reaching out like grasping hands to lure you back to bed. You ignored their silver call in search of your husband, the very man who made the sheets all the more inviting.

You padded through the halls - each step quieter than snowfall - as you crept to the only lit room in the small house you'd taken up residence in on Avidich. Thrass's office was alight with soft amber coming from the one lamp on perched on his desk. It spilled out into the hall from beneath the door like a dying beacon calling you to the man locked within.

This time, you didn't bother knocking.

The door slid open with a soft hiss and you readied a hiss of your own, a loving bereavement of Thrass's unhealthy habit. Only to find it wasn't needed.

Thrass had passed out at his desk, his figure slumped over on the desk mounted questis. His head pressed into the keys and you stifled a laugh at the thought of the small squares leaving imprints on his face.

"Oh Thrass, "you sighed, "you silly, silly man."

Approaching his desk, you reached a hand out to his shoulder to gently shake the man awake.

With a snort and a jolt, the syndic sat up and looked around the room almost wildly before his gaze finally settled on you and he relaxed. "Oh, good morning, ch'acah," he yawned, bringing a fist to his mouth to hide it. "Would you like me to get started on breakfast?"

You simpered at him, "no, darling," you rubbed his shoulder, "it's still much too early for that."

His face pulled into a confused pout and he looked away from you to the chrono on his desk. "Oh..." His beautiful carmine eyes returned to yours, "then, what are you doing up?"

You had to fight not to roll your eyes and settled instead for an unimpressed frown. "You never came to bed..."

"Oh..." he repeated more sheepishly than before. "I'm sorry, ch'acah. I lost track of time and-"

"You've been 'losing track of time' for weeks now, Thrass." You cut him off. "What has you so bothered?"

Thrass fell silent for awhile, his eyes drifting from your face to the still illuminated screen before him. You stayed quiet, your hand drifting down his arm - creating goosebumps beneath his blue skin in your light grasp's wake - till it settled atop his in Thrass's lap. Without looking at you, he turned his hand over to hold yours, bringing it close to his chest as he finally sighed and looked at you once again. "I told you about my last luncheon with Thrawn, yes?"

You nodded and Thrass turned his body back to the questis, still keeping your hand in his though. Without a word, you followed the movement and found yourself perched on the edge of his desk. "He said something I found odd - for him, I should clarify." Your lips briefly twitched into a small grin. "We somehow started talking about philosophy and it lead to the impact of grief. And Thrawn told me that he'd once had a sister."

"Had?" You clarified, tightening your grip on his hand. Thrass nodded, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the screen before him. He lowered your joined hands to his lap before he continued.

"He had a sister but he didn't say she'd died. She'd simply...disappeared one day. And he wouldn't tell me more." Your head tilted to the side - odd indeed. "So, I started to look into it."

"And?" you pressed.

"And I managed to track down her birth record - she was born as Kivu'rik'ardoc on Rentor and she was a bit older than Thrawn. I have her enrollment record too from when she started schooling. And then - nothing. Everything stopped after she turned five. It's like she vanished from the galaxy." He frowned. "Until years later an adoption record for her pops up. Or at least I think it's her. The core name is close enough - Rik'ardok - and she was adopted by the Irizi's." He looked to you, his expression pointed.

"My family?" You queried more to yourself than him. And then, taking a moment to really consider it, you tilted your head up as if the ceiling might reveal some hidden memory to you. "I can't say I remember welcoming any 'Zirika' to the family - what year would she have-?"

Thrass retracted his hand from yours to pivot his screen to you, letting you read her adoption record for yourself. You frowned. "I was active then, yes. But only just starting out..."

Thrass sighed, returning the monitor to it's place. "I was afraid you would say that." He fell silent, a downcast look darkening his face.

Your frown grew heavier at the sight of Thrass looking so defeated. Bringing your hands up, you took his face into them. "That doesn't mean I can't get access to them though."

His frown twisted from saddened to annoyed. "Ch'acah, how likely are they to hand over documents to the wife of someone from their rival family?"

You shrugged one shoulder, "They'd be more willing if they thought I was compiling my records to help an up and coming Irizi syndic."

Thrass blinked at you in disbelief. "I can't ask you to lie to your family, ch'acah just to help me."

"You're my family now, Thrass," you ran your thumb over his cheek for emphasis, "I would do anything for you."

His gaze softened and soon his hands came up to grasp yours. Bringing them away from his face, he brought them to his lips. "Please," he sighed, breath warming your knuckles, "I want to give Thrawn some closure."

You held his hands tight and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I will help you, my love." You leaned your forehead against his and spoke with a soft voice. "But you have to promise me you'll stop staying up till the whisperbirds start calling."

Thrass laughed, a choppy, startled sound that shook his whole body. "I promise," he sighed, retracting a hand to turn off his desk mounted questis, "no more."

With a quiet 'thank you', you pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips before pulling him up to his feet. "Come on, let's go to bed."

He happily let you tow him along without letting go of your hand. And when you got back to your shared room, he was more than happy to let you help him into his pajamas. He only separated from you to finish his nightly routine in the refresher and in the meantime you settled back into bed. The sheets were even colder than before and you found yourself shivering against them until Thrass finally joined you and pulled you close.

With your face tucked into his neck, you finally let out a sigh of relief and soon joined him in sleep.