#thrawn fluff

[milfthrawnuorodo]

Admiral

Pairings: Thrawn x Reader (no use of Y/N because it drives me literally insane lol)

Warnings: SMUT!! So much fucking smut. Established relationship. P in V. Oral (male receiving). Fingering (female receiving). Fucking in an elevator ?? Listen this is just so fucking filthy. Porn without plot. But also of course I had to end it with fluff because I don’t know when to stop. 

*minors do not interact!!*

Summary:  Thrawn just got promoted to admiral, and then inadvertently discovers he really likes it when you call him by his new title. Like, he really likes it. How do we celebrate this new promotion and self discovery?? By fucking in an elevator of course!

Authors Note: So just to be clear, I have this HC that Chiss are extremely strong compared to humans. And Thrawn especially so (I mean, come on, we’ve all seen that scene from Rebels with those buff af arms). As a plus size reader and writer, I want to make it ABUNDANTLY clear that size does not impact the readability of this fic (at least, I don’t intend it to). . I do try to write with as much versatility as possible, and I don’t want anyone to read this and think it only applies to a specific body type. I specifically wrote this with the mental image of him lifting up a curvy girl EASILY.  REPEATEDLY.  Definition of:  Light work, no reaction.  

Also, I don’t fucking know how elevators work. We go with it. 

Translations: 

Turbolift = Star Wars Elevator (yes, it’s a thing apparently lol)

ch’eo ch’acah = my beloved

Ch'ah ch'acah vah = I love you

“I knew you would look good in white,” you smirked, brushing off invisible lint from Thrawn’s  jacket with your spare hand. Your other hand held a pair of high heels as uncomfortable as they were stunning and you had rid your aching feet of the offending items as soon as you and Thrawn were in the relative safety of the turbolift, heading up to your penthouse apartment on your homeworld of Coruscant. You and Thrawn had just left the celebratory ball honoring Thrawn’s latest promotion to admiral. It was a night full of pride for your lover, honor for the Empire, and maybe just a few too many glasses of Corellian wine, if you were being honest. 

“I was under the impression you thought I look good in everything,” Thrawn drawled, his deep blue lips twitching upwards, a hint of a smile gracing his usually stoic face. 

“Whatever you say…admiral,” you playfully quipped and watched as Thrawn’s lips curve upwards even  more, a tinge of violet flush creeping up his neck. 

You opened your mouth to comment again on his new rank, enjoying the momentary power trip–it wasn’t often you could incite this kind of reaction from your lover, when a soft ding  warned you that the turbolift had reached your floor. You smothered your frown, taking a step off the elevator before stumbling over the silken hem of your gown. A strong hand gripped your elbow to steady you, another reaching around to rest firmly on your waist. Before you could attempt another step, a force abruptly pulled you backwards, your back pressing against Thrawn’s muscled torso. His warm breath caressed your neck as he dipped his head low. “Say it again,” he all but growled, his lips ghosting your neck in a way that sent heat straight to your core. You couldn’t  help the slight arch of your back in response, noting with pure satisfaction the reaction you were garnering from Thrawn. You could feel his hardened arousal through the pristine white dress slacks, and your cunt clenched in response. 

“Well now, love, here’s the thing,” you tease, pressing your backside against his hardened member and relishing Thrawn’s sharp intake of breath in response. “I  don’t take orders from you.” You felt the rumble deep in Thrawn’s chest as he took the bait, his fingers all but slamming the keypad to shut the doors to the turbolift. Confusion flitted across your face, but Thrawn didn’t even hesitate as he forcefully pressed the sequence of buttons necessary to stop the elevator completely. A brief alarm sounded, followed by a robotic voice that was no doubt meant to sound soothing as it reassured passengers that the turbolift had been halted and help would be arriving soon. Understanding began to dawn as Thrawn released his hold on you, and you turned to see two glowing red eyes peering down at you, ravenous. 

“If you don’t take orders from me,”  Thrawn’s voice was low and steady, a hint of that tameless lust just under the surface. “Then please, do tell me, who do you take orders from?” he took a step closer, towering above you with that piercing glare. Reflexively,  you took a step back. Well, tried to–the turbolift door pressed up against you, and you weren’t  sure if  it was the sudden coolness of the durasteel or the heat of Thrawn’s gaze that caused the shiver that shot up your spine. 

“Well, that would be…” you  swallowed hard, wracking your brain for a name, any name. “Umm,”  you attempted to buy yourself time, but you felt as though every coherent thought you’d ever had eddied out of your mind, a ravenous need overtaking your entire body.  All  you could think about is Thrawn and how stars damned good he looked in that fucking uniform. As if reminding yourself, your eyes trailed downward, soaking in every last detail of his new admiral dress whites. Your gaze stopped short upon seeing the evident outline of his arousal and you instinctively bit down on your bottom lip to conceal your moan. 

Thrawn took another step to you, quickly closing the small distance between you two. You felt his firm grip on your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and meet his gaze. Passion burned in his gaze and you felt the last of your resolve melting away. Fuck being witty right now, you thought to yourself, I need this. As if Thrawn read your mind, his lips crashed against yours and your entire body ignited with need. Your fingers tangled in his blue-black locks and every inch of your body pressed up against him. Thrawn’s hands gracefully slid down your hips, cupping the upper back of your thighs. You took the sign for what it was, giving a little jump as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didn’t even break the kiss, just pressed  your back against the doors of the  elevator, grinding his erection into your core. The friction was practically electric and you couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you break the kiss. You leaned your head against  the  frame and Thrawn’s lips moved to your newly exposed neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh. He took the thin strap of your gown between his teeth and  before you could so much as utter a warning, he ripped it straight from the gown. Without its integral support, the delicate satin of the bust fell down, exposing one of your breasts. 

“Stars damn it,Thrawn, that was expensive,” you chastised halfheartedly, your chest rapidly rising and falling as Thrawn once again ground into you. As if  in apology, Thrawn peppered kisses across your exposed breast before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Your complaints died in your throat as your body became alight with pleasure. As he continued his ministrations, he pinned you against the wall with his body, freeing one hand to gently slide your remaining strap down your arm, exposing the other breast in a manner completely opposite to its torn counterpart. Thrawn switched his attention to the other breast, gingerly taking your other nipple into his mouth. He took a moment to adjust your position against the elevator, one hand cupping your ass as the other hand slid between your bodies. For  the  second time that night you heard Thrawn’s sharp intake of breath as he brushed your bare self. 

“Are you really telling me you didn’t wear underwear to such a formal event?” he breathed out,  barely concealing his moan at finding you bare and ready for him. “Stars sake,” he breathed out, “you are so wet for me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a slight breathy laugh. “I told you I like the uniform,” you panted before your sassy remarks were replaced by cries of pleasure as two of Thrawn’s fingers plunged into your aching cunt. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer. 

Thrawn. Thrawn. Thrawn. 

Your body was lost in the passion, his lips on your breasts, his fingers curling towards himself, hitting that spot that makes you see fucking stars. He’s relentless, devouring you–mind,body, and soul.  Before you knew it, you were on the brink of pure bliss. “Thrawn,”  you gasped, “I’m going to come,” you warned, though you knew it wasn’t necessary. Knowing Thrawn and all your years together, he knows exactly when you’re on the edge just as well as he knows exactly how to pleasure you to get you there. He is as in tune with your moans and sighs of pleasure as he is with his own heartbeat. 

His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come for me, ch’eo ch’acah,” Thrawn purred in your ear, and the low timbre of his voice combined with the heat of his words had you tumbling over the edge of pleasure, his name on your lips as stars crossed your vision. 

You slowly drifted back to reality as Thrawn pressed soft kisses across your chest, trailing up your neck and back to your lips. He set you down on shaky legs, supporting you with his strong grip. 

Having finally caught your breath, you took a second to take stock of the sight before you: Thrawn’s dark hair, once perfectly styled, now a mess, the ironed jacket now crumpled and partially undone, and worse of all, the pristine white pants now clearly soaked through with a mix of  his precum and your juices. The sight had your mouth watering. You fell to your knees before the admiral, hands reaching up to unfasten his belt. It fell to the floor with a satisfying clank, but you  didn’t even flinch.Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip as you oh-so-slowly began to free Thrawn’s cock. 

A low hiss escaped Thrawn’s lips as you took his bulging member into your hand. Your hand glided across the blue surface, eyes drinking in the veritable feast before you. No matter how many times you had been with Thrawn, his size always took you by surprise. The length, the girth, the thick veins covering the surface. Your attention shifted to the deep purple head, your  thumb swiping a bead of precum from the tip. Thrawn’s gasp  only  encouraged you to lean forward and take the tip into your mouth, his fingers instantly tangling in your hair. Your mouth slid down his length, struggling to take as much of him in as you could. You used your hand to take whatever can’t fit in your mouth, and your mouth and hand worked in tandem to pleasure him. Thrawn’s quiet moans and growls of pleasure only spurred you on, and you worked to take more of him in your mouth. Only once the head of his cock hit the back of your throat did you stop, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. His glowing gaze peered down at you, his lips ajar as he panted with need. 

The sight of you, on your knees before him, looking up at him from under your dark lashes,  his cock resting in your mouth–it almost sent him over the edge. It took everything he had to pull himself out of your mouth. You sat on your knees, looking up at him as he closed his  eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. A brief moment of uncertainty flashed across your face,  “Was it…not good for…” you trailed off, slightly confused why he stopped you. You weren’t one to brag, but you certainly hadn’t had any complaints before. Before you could even finish the sentence, Thrawn pressed a finger to your lips. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. “I wasn’t going to last like that,” he finished, a small smile at the edge of his lips as he helped lift you to your feet. “And I’m not done with you,” he growled as his lips crashed against yours once more, but this time there was even more urgency in his kiss. He pressed your back against the elevator wall, sliding the skirt of your dress up your hips so he could lift you up again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing his throbbing member to brush up against your soaking wet cunt. Biting back a groan, Thrawn repositioned his hips to line up with your entrance.  With a growl, he slid home, your earlier  orgasm  helping his cock slide in with ease. You can feel and hear the groan deep in Thrawn’s throat as he bottoms out, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. 

Thrawn’s forehead dipped to touch yours, his unsteady breathing matching yours. His hips froze as he waited for you to adjust. You waited  a few beats,relishing the delicious stretch, before you gave a nod of approval. Supporting you with his hands, he pulled out, all the way to the  tip, before slamming home. Your head fell back to the durasteel wall as you gasped in pleasure. Thrawn continued  the action, hips colliding with yours,  every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans got louder, joining in the symphony of your bodies slapping against one another, the soft beat of your body against the cold wall of the turbolift as thrawn railed into you. It was too much. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you didn’t think  you could take much  more. “Yes,” you cred out,  “Yes, Fuck me, admiral,” you pant out, extra emphasis placed on his title. Thrawn’s hips  stutted at hearing  that word on  your  lips  once more . With a growl he  slammed into you even harder. “Again,” his voice so low it sent a shiver straight to your cunt. 

“Please,” you begged, as his hips pistoned in handout of you with abandon, veritably nailing you to the wall with his cock. He hit that delicious spot deep within you and every thrust pulled  you closer and closer to  bliss.  “Admiral,” you cried out before biting Thrawn’s shoulder as your orgasm crests, washing over you in endless waves of pleasure. You bit down harder than intended, but you don’t have time to regret it, not as Thrawn loses all semblance of control, thrusting into you with abandon. He  thrust into you once, twice, and a final time as he came with a roar of pleasure and his hips stuttered as he flooded you with his come. 

Your breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed against each other, feeling every twitch of  his cock deep inside you. After a few beats,  Thrawn withdrew, gently lowering you to the ground on legs that felt less than stable. He made sure to tuck himself back into his uniform and  adjust the remaining strap  on your dress. You kept your grip on him, balancing yourself, as you felt his hot seed start to drip down your leg. An attempted step forward proved to be too much in your addled state, your leg threatening collapse as soon as you tried to step away from Thrawn. Without a word, Thrawn scooped you up into his arms, deftly typing another code into the keypad. The turbolift gave a small jolt back to life, and you found yourself thankful that Thrawn was holding onto you so tightly. Like nothing happened, Thrawn stepped  off the lift and crossed you over to your home.

You dozed in and out of consciousness in your blissed-out, post-orgasmic state, but came to as Thrawn gingerly laid you on the bed. He  helped slide you out of your dress, and you made a mental note to berate him in the morning for ruining your dress, already mapping out when he would take you shopping for its replacement. You watched in silence as Thrawn disassembled his uniform and set it out almost reverently before crawling into bed next to you. Rolling onto your side, you laid your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I am so  proud of you, Admiral Thrawn,” you murmured. His hand trailed slow,  lazy circles  over  your arm and down your back, pulling you closer into him. “Everything I do is for you,” Thrawn replied, his voice barely  above a whisper. He pressed his lips to the top of  your head, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah.”

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I follow through on my dares @vibratingbonesbis !!!

[cambion-companion]

Crystalline Moments Part 1/2(SFW)

Hi!! It's been too long since I wrote a reader x Thrawn drabble. I just...adore him. Obviously, and the announcement for the new comics really just stoked the fire. Enjoy some rainy evening with Thrawn reading to you next to the fireplace, before things get a little heated. Listen, I don't control these things, just write them down LOL Hence there will be a NSFW part 2.

Word count: 850

THRAWN X READER | Drabble

You leaned your head against Thrawn’s chest, listening to the rain thrumming against the roof.  Your legs rested across his lap, his arm snugly holding them against his warm body as he read to you.  His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, lulling your mind into a comfortable haze.  

“My dear, are you still paying attention?”  Thrawn squeezed your calf gently, coaxing you to open your eyes again.

“Hmm?”  You stifled a yawn behind the back of your hand and gave him a sleepy smile. “Yes, of course.  Our protagonist was just writing a letter about his current dire circumstances.”

Thrawn gave you a tender smile, his eyes glowing soft as embers of the fireplace. “Almost.”  His smile turned a bit teasing. “If my cadence is too much to withstand, we may continue this at a later time.”  He propped the book open upon your knee to demonstrate; his long fingers then lacing with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips in a chaste kiss.

You hummed softly in pleasure, your eyes lidding slightly as he continued placing soft kisses to each of your knuckles. “Perhaps I will brew us some tea?”

“And deprive me of your warmth, my darling?”  Thrawn’s cinder eyes wandered over your blanket-swaddled form, he carefully set the book aside and tugged your body closer until you almost sat on his thigh.

You couldn’t suppress the giggle his sudden movement elicited.  You leaned forward and touched the tip of your nose against his, closing your eyes when he reciprocated and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, and I love this time we can steal together.”

The rain above began to thrum with a steadier beat, intermingling with the sound of your breaths as they deepened and synchronized. You pressed your lips to his, savoring the familiar comfort of having Thrawn in your arms.  

Thrawn made a pleased sound deep in his throat and his fingers tangled in your hair as he leant into the embrace. When the two of you pulled apart slightly, he admired the red glow from his eyes lighting your cheeks softly.

“I love you.”  You whispered; the words almost lost amidst the crackle of the dying fire.

“As I do you.” Thrawn replied without hesitation, the admission came so easy to him now, so naturally.

“Now, I’m going to make us something hot to drink.”  You gave him a more playful kiss this time, brief but scorching. “And then you can read more to me.”

Thrawn almost groaned in protest as you withdrew and stood with a slight sway before regaining your balance in the dimly lit room. You gave him a sly grin and held out your hand. “Unless of course you wish to join me in the kitchen.”

“I would never refuse you, my beloved.” Thrawn tilted his head as he read the slightly wanton expression on your face, a slow smile tugging his lips. He took your proffered hand and stood as well, noticing how your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated as his height towered over your smaller form.  “After all, brewing tea is a difficult task.”  

“Hmm, yes.”  You agreed, leading the way through the darkened hallway. “I certainly require my master tactician’s help in this endeavor.”

You’d barely begun the pretense of retrieving the boiling kettle and sugar from the cupboards before Thrawn moved up behind you. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your neck.  Your hands faltered slightly in response, fumbling the packet of tea you’d opened. A small gasping laugh left your parted lips as Thrawn’s hands tickled along your sides before he firmly pulled your body back against him.

“Thrawn.”  You said his name, almost pleading.

You pressed instinctively back against him, and his teeth scraped against your neck in response, his strong hands tightening their grip on your hips.  A small hiss left his mouth, sending chills of anticipation down your spine. “Continue with your task.”  He spoke softly into your ear before running his tongue along it, kissing your earlobe. “Don’t allow me to distract you, my love.  You were so determined to make us tea.”

“I’m not sure if I can remember how.”  

Thrawn laughed softly in response, the deliciously rare sound almost causing you to whimper.  

In a fluid motion he swept aside your hair and began kissing and biting the nape of your neck. “Continue.”  He murmured, following your movement as you bent over the counter slightly, keeping his body flush to yours.

Your hands shook slightly as you continued unpacking your tea assortment, the floral and herbal notes wafting from the paper pouch. You had trouble filling the kettle with water as Thrawn decided then was the time to begin lifting pushing his hands under your shirt and caressing the sensitive skin at your waist.

You sighed in pleasure and took a moment to straighten up and lean against him, turning your head to give him a searing kiss. This was going to be a delightful night.

[a-dorin]

Ficlet about a hug with Thrawn ? ☺️

YES.

okay, here. for you. :))

“oh fuck.”

beside you, there’s the ruffling of sheets, a whoosh of air enveloping your face as you feel his presence drift away from your side.

“what’s wrong?”

for a moment, you’re so exhausted you’re unsure if the words even came out.

yet, he heard them.

they were a slurred, nearly incomprehensible set of words, but he heard them.

“running a bit late, love.”

the answer is cordial, yet in your half-asleep state, you know he meant well. a man so precise, so diligent with his time was rarely late. if ever.

especially a man of his status.

as he clambers around the space, rushing to get everything in order, you finally open your eyes, choking on a giggle as you witness him shoving a foot into a boot, cursing under his breath.

“thrawn,” you murmur, propping yourself up with an elbow, “my love, can i have your attention for just a moment?”

in the dim light, his eyes nearly glow, softening as they meet yours.

“yes, my love?”

“if you’re going to be late, you may as well take your time. so i suggest you come over here, park your ass here for a moment.”

“hmm,” he hums, straightening his regalia, “what a tempting offer.”

“you know you’d never leave without one kiss.”

scoffing slightly, he shakes his head, “i’m not sure where that notion came from.”

yet, he strolls over, settling on the edge of the mattress. without warning, you spring forward, wrapping your arms around his frame. he stiffens, but relaxes as your lips meet his cheek, pressing light kisses down his jawline.

he was going to show up with a few creases in his uniform, but he didn’t mind. this was much needed.

he would never admit it, but he savors your embrace every time. he relishes in the warmth your body emits, and the way you love him. it’s gentle but affirming, inviting and oh so blissful.

he could stay there, forever in your arms.

tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, you muzzle into the crook of his neck, “please, just a few more minutes.”

well, you were right. he was already running late.

a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

just a few more, though.

[littlekhada]

thrantober day 1 FLUFF!

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Thrantober day 7: fluff

Thrawn: Eli, take me to art museums and kiss me. Eli: But that one time you said not to touch the masterpieces. Thrawn, whispering into his ear: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. The curator, on a walkie talkie: This is Smitt, those idiots are making out in the East wing again.

[julesdraws]

thrantober-day4-chiss ascendancy

(thrawn sporting a manbun with dedication for @twocrowssinatrenchcoat :)))

[merakimaiden]

A Whole Lot of Love

Pairing : Thrawn x fem!reader

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 816

Summary : After getting a gift for your close friend, you and your lover stumble upon a photo booth and decide to make some memories.

Warnings : None other than extreme sweetness

A/N : I am back once again and I’m clearing my drafts (academy thrawn got me kicking my feet in the air)

Translations : visahot (darling), ch’eo bat rcati (my beautiful star)

You hadn’t known Thrawn for long. Maybe for about a year or so, but you felt like you knew everything about him. The way his eyes lights up when he talks about his art, the slight curling of his lips when he found something amusing, the way he chooses his words- he’s like a magnet that you can’t help but attach yourself to.

Thrawn, being the only non-human in the Empire, was bound to be popular. Many people admired him and hated him. You didn’t even know how you managed to pull him all to yourself, and eventually dating him for almost four months now. However, despite dating him rather than admiring him from afar, you were yet to kiss him or say the three words.

You loved Thrawn. You really did. It was just so hard to spit them out as there were always distractions, or you just couldn’t muster up enough courage to do it, kissing or not. He has never said it either, but from the way he takes care of you and treats you, you know he feels the same.

The both of you met through a mutual friend, Eli Vanto, who is your childhood friend. Your friend’s birthday was approaching fast, so you and Thrawn headed out to Coruscant’s best gift shop to get a token of appreciation for him.

After a while of wandering around, finding a perfect gift for Eli, you and Thrawn checked out and held hands as the both of you walked towards the exit of the store.

On your way out, you abruptly stopped in your tracks, causing Thrawn to bump into you, confused. He was about to ask you what happened when you spoke first.

“Thrawn, look! A photobooth! Can we both go please?” you shrieked, and put on the best pout on your face as you bounced in place. Thrawn said nothing except a nod and a smile, making you grin as you dragged him inside the photo booth, drawing the curtains beside you after settling inside.

Your fished your pocket for some credits, immediately putting them in the credit slot to start the session. Then, you leaned on Thrawn’s side, smiling widely and shaking in excitement. He let out a soft chuckle by witnessing your actions.

Words popped out on the screen in basic.

[ Press OK to start photo session. ]

“Are you ready, visahot?” he asked you for confirmation, making you nod in return. Thrawn pressed the button, starting a countdown.

You held Thrawn’s bicep, holding on as you snuggled closer into his shoulder and smiled at the camera, his head resting on top of yours.

Three.

Two.

One.

Click!

You quickly changed poses with Thrawn, scooting upwards to loop your arms around his neck and kiss his jaw as Thrawn held you close by your waist. Thrawn shut his eyes this time, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his face.

Three.

Two.

One.

Click!

You snapped your eyes open, ready to pose for the next picture when you saw Thrawn, with his eyes still shut.

Oh.

Serene, at peace- like the azure hue of his skin, how the colour is always linked to the blue of the ocean. It felt like time stopped for a moment, no clocks ticking, no movement, not even the countdown of the photobooth.

Just you and Thrawn.

Three.

You held his face with both hands with so much gentleness, causing his eyes to flutter open.

Thrawn however did not notice you staring at him, he was posing at the camera with a faint smile.

Two.

“I love you, Thrawn.” you blurted out.

Thrawn snapped his head towards you at your words, with his mouth agape.

One.

Click!

He said nothing, for a few moments. Just boring his beautiful red eyes into yours, causing you to squirm under his gaze, wondering if you did a wrong thing.

Three.

He tilted your chin with his slender fingers and kissed you passionately.

Two.

Your eyebrows relaxed and eyes closed as you deepened the kiss, your hands finding his wrists. He tasted like the sweetest nectar you’ve ever tasted, with a hint of nostalgia you can’t put a finger on. The kiss was messy but sweet, rough but soft- filled with yearning.

One.

Click!

The both of you didn’t bother about the pictures anymore. It was just you and Thrawn at this moment, with a whole lot of love.

Thrawn pulled away hesitantly at the sound of the photo machine printing out pictures. His forehead rested on yours.

“I love you, ch’eo bat rcati. I’ve been a coward to hide how I feel about you. I couldn’t find words to express how I feel” he sighed, his face turning darker as he looked down in embarrassment.

You placed your finger on his jaw, tilting it upwards slightly to meet his eyes.

“I couldn’t say anything either, but I finally did.”

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

+ Beautiful fic art by the sweet @pencil-urchin <33

[starsinmylatte]

Stardew Valley premise of “Escaping a big corporation to live a blissful life in a small beachside town”……. but make it Nanami Kento finally getting to be a baker in Malaysia

[fuckyeahelivanto]

“A Merry Vanto Christmas.”

Prompt teaser. Piece coming soon 💙🤠🎄

; Eli Vanto takes his lieutenant, Thrawn, to his home world of Lysatra to show him his family’s version of Yule for the first time.

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Thrantober Day 7 ~ Fluff

Just a cute, fluffy scene between my boys :3

[contentment-of-cats]

Delicious fluff!

A pair of get-well drabbles featuring Carvia and Pyro!

Pyrondi: Ship Social Director (809 words) by PierceTheVeils Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carvia/Pyrondi Characters: Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Eli Vanto, Karyn Faro, Lomar (Star Wars), Carvia (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo Additional Tags: Inspired by Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), marshmellows, Games, Ficlet Collection, Light-Hearted, Drabble, Medbay, light shippiness Summary: A drabble/ficlet series featuring our favorite weapons officer bringing cheer to the Chimaera.

[cambion-companion]

Shades of Blue

I've always wanted to explore (even with my broken keyboard) how Thrawn would address someone he cares about needing comfort.

You sat with the other members of the Chimaera crew around the intercom table, your uniform doing very little to keep out the chill seeping into your tired bones. It was too early in the morning to function properly, you were sure your own face reflected the exhaustion you saw in the people sat around you. Well, all faces save for that of your commanding officer. Thrawn's face was devoid of any signs of fatigue, though his expression looked mildly bemused as his red eyes scanned his crew's slack positions.

To your left Commander Faro poured herself a generous amount of steaming caf into a white mug. The cozy smell of it filled the room with a little more life.

After a moment where the Grand Admiral allowed you all to adjust to alertness, he spoke. "I've summoned you this morning so we may continue addressing the Mynock infestation troubling supply lines."

It took everything in you to suppress a groan, the Chimaera and her crew had been trying with no success to rid the fuel chain of the wire-chewing pests. Something in your body language must have shifted enough to draw your Admiral's attention because Thrawn shifted his gaze to you. "What is your opinion?" His voice was smooth and low as it usually was, but he clasped his hands behind his back while waiting for your answer.

You had joined the Chimaera's crew several years ago and had proven to be a competent addition to the team, so much so that Grand Admiral Thrawn had specifically requested you stay on with him even after you'd been offered a position on a different Imperial Star Destroyer.

You met Thrawn's gaze with sudden alertness and confidence, straightening your posture and explaining what you thought to be the best next steps in addressing the Mynock issue. Thrawn nodded at your words, his expression unchanging though you noticed his lips lift slightly in a slight smile as you continued.

One of many things that set your commanding officer apart from all the others in the Imperial Navy was his habit of asking his crew and others who would be considered subordinates what they thought of any given circumstance. He valued the input of others, not a sentiment shared in any other circles that you knew of. This played a large part in why Thrawn's crew felt so loyal to him.

"Perhaps if all else fails we could even try sending out individual TIE fighters against the beasts?" You glanced around at your peers as you finished speaking, looking for anyone else to give their thoughts.

Lieutenant Roz, an experienced officer aboard the Chimaera, snorted a little derisively, his eyes still a little red from sleep deprivation. "And who's going to fly those fighters? I've told you several times already we don't have pilots yet available. I do speak not just to hear my own voice you know."

All eyes flicked back to your face as you flushed, your brow furrowing as you tried to recall that conversation. Lieutenant Roz had taught you many things but you were almost positive he'd never mentioned lack of TIE fighters. You doubted yourself just enough to remain in an embarrassed silence, however. Your eyes flickered over to where Thrawn stood. He didn't look pleased.

You cleared your throat a little awkwardly. "With respect Lieutenant, I don't recall such a conversation taking place."

Roz shot you a stern look. "That speaks to your own incompetence, not my own."

"That is quite enough, Lieutenant." Thrawn's voice was unchanging in its calm cadence, but there was an edge to his words that caused Roz to glance down at his hands upon the table a little bashfully.

You had retreated into yourself at Roz's last comment, your hands folding tightly on your lap as you tried to school your expression into a mask of emotionless politeness. Perhaps it was due to the early hour but his words had stung, especially as they weren't true. He hadn't actually told you anything of the sort yet just made you look like a fool in front of everyone.

Thrawn thanked you smoothly for your input and moved on to asking Commander Faro for any additional information. You hardly heard them however, your ears seemed to be ringing as you fought with your emotions, your lips pressing together as you pretended to drink from your own mug of caf in order to hide your face as you blinked rapidly.

The rest of your crewmates woke up more as the meeting went on past the hour mark and they spoke up and shared their own ideas and calculations but you remained silent. When the meeting adjourned and Thrawn dismissed you back to your stations you hadn't said a word or really looked up from the space of table occupied by your now empty cup.

You rose to stand slower than the others and packed away your papers before departing the room. You felt the Grand Admiral's eyes on your back all the way out the door, though you didn't look around to meet them.

Your feet took you automatically to the washroom where you splashed some cold water on your face, trying to shake this mood off. When you looked into the mirror even you were shocked with how sad your expression was. Definitely something you'd have to work on, being able to mask your emotions better. Especially with an Admiral as perceptive as Thrawn.

You sighed heavily and exited the washroom, taking a moment to pause in the dark hallway, peering out the window into the vast beautiful star scape.

"I value your input, Ensign."

You jumped a little at Thrawn's unexpected voice and turned to face him. His eyes seemed to be fixed very intently upon your face as he spoke. "Do not allow the blunders of others to limit your own voice."

You straightened and gave Thrawn a little smile. "Yes, sir." You sighed a little allowing vulnerability to show. "It was early and what was said probably affected me more than it should have."

Thrawn nodded slowly. "I must admit, the sleep patterns of humans is still a little foreign to me. Your bodies must rest far longer than I am used to." He paused, studying your face a moment, his hand going up to touch his chin thoughtfully. "You did bring up a point I was going to make myself."

Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "You were?"

"Indeed." A small smile touched the corner of Thrawn's eyes. "This may be the perfect opportunity to test my new TIE defenders and their maneuverability."

"But Lieutenant Roz said we don't have pilots." You couldn't help yourself from adding. "Look at that. I remembered."

Thrawn's lips twitched as though he were suppressing a smile, his eyes softening on your face. "Well done, Ensign. The matter of acquiring pilots should be an easy one to resolve." He seemed to think for a moment. "I will have you dispatch a request for three to be sent to the Chimaera posthaste."

You gave him a salute. "Yes, Grand Admiral."

"If I may add a few last words." Thrawn drew a little nearer, his tall stature causing you to tilt your chin up to see his face. "So long as you are striving to learn and improve upon yourself, that is enough for me. Do not hold yourself to an impossible standard of perfection nor allow others to influence your opinion of yourself." His eyes seemed to glow a little brighter as he placed a warm hand upon your shoulder. "And come to me first if anyone continues to be unduly impatient with you."

Your mouth was very dry as his hand rested on your shoulder, it's weight both a comfort and a little intimidating. He seemed to care a great deal about this predicament and your emotional state, it almost was as if he had his own personal experience dealing with such people.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, you nodded again at Thrawn, a small smile of gratitude softening your features. "Thank you."

Thrawn removed his hand and moved back to an appropriate distance, his voice was still soft and held a measure of fondness. "Dismissed, Ensign."

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Starting October 1st on Ao3!

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It's Nice to Meet You

I have many a fiction I have written haha but none are on here. If this one goes well, perhaps I'll upload others! Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

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Pairing: Thrawn x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just major fluff!

Summary: Thrawn doesn’t know how to react to falling in love at first sight. He tries to navigate the scenario but is awkward and confused and absolutely adorable.

Word Count: 2.6k+

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Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away... Further away than Coruscant, further than even the Outer Rim... Deep in Wild Space on an unknown planet...

"Senior Captian Thrawn," Che'ri's soft voice called out to the older Chiss man standing near the lowered ramp before him. Her shiny red eyes peeked over her chair as she sat facing the backrest, hands gripping the sides nervously as she queried, "do you, maybe, think I could come with you this time?"

The captain chuckled at her anxious demeanor. It wasn't like the young girl to act so skittishly around him, so she was expecting to be turned away. "Che'ri," his soothing voice called, the young Skywalker's eyes snapping to his, "this planet seems rather docile. Would you care to join me for some fresh air?"

Che'ri fumbled quickly out of her seat and ran to join her captain at his side. Thrawn looked down at Che'ri, a gentle smile on his lips, "Perhaps they have more graph markers and paper here." Che'ri had been working very hard recently and needed a break just as much he did, Thrawn knew. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to have her tag along instead of waiting inside the ship this time. _________

The planet was dry, with hardly any sign of life- save for a few alien creatures scurrying on the ground. "This is so neat! I've never been off the ship when we visit new worlds!" Che'ri's excitement made Thrawn chuckle again. It was refreshing to witness a young kid's outlook on new worlds and space travel Thrawn had decided. "Thalias would have a fit if she knew," the girl snickered mischievously to herself as if this would be a little secret between her and Thrawn.

It wasn't long before the two Chiss came upon a clearing that sat in front of large boulders nearly the size of a small mountain. The dusty red color of the stones contrasted with the yellows and greens of what looked like a small pop-up market. "Come," Thrawn made a quick nod with his head toward the pop-ups, "perhaps we shall find some supplies there."

There was a small crowd, enough people for Thrawn to assure Che'ri was close beside him. This small market seemed to see enough foreign faces that the Chiss didn't stir too much attention, much to Thrawn's relief. He, of course, wouldn't be afraid of any unfortunate encounters, but he would prefer not to involve Che'ri. It did help that Thrawn had previously informed the young Skywalker to change her uniform, opting for them both to wear casual civilian clothing- so they didn't draw attention. Perhaps they looked like just father and daughter to outsiders, just traveling the galaxy out of intrigue.

"There! Can we go over there?" Thrawn was thrust from his thoughts as Che'ri tugged on his shirt sleeve, her finger pointing at a booth that displayed different trinkets. Nodding, the captain followed his pilot to her desired location, eyes searching over the people in the crowd. Thrawn kept a protective hand on her shoulder as she poked around the handmade toys and bracelets.

There were so many different formed faces in the moving crowd. Some species Thrawn recognized, others he didn't. Could any of these faces be Grysk? Could any of them be one of the species wreaking such devastation in the Ascendancy? "Can I get this one?" Once again, Che'ri's voice brought Thrawn back to himself. The young girl was holding up a small wooden trinket that resembled an animal they'd seen as they were walking through the wilderness toward the market. Thrawn tilted his head slightly, eyeing the carving. "I think it is a lovely choice, Che'ri," he nodded with a small smile.

"Oh, wait!" The girl exclaimed as if she'd just had a thought, "I should get one for Thalias!" Her red eyes began scrutinizing the goodies on the table again, looking for the perfect one for the caregiver.

"She's an adorable little girl," a soft voice said, obviously just to Thrawn. It caught the Chiss by surprise, so he lifted his head to meet the owner. The face that greeted him surprised Thrawn even more. It was a young woman with a warm smile, eyes glimmering in the sunlight from overhead, and hair tied back out of her absolutely stunning face.

Thrawn had momentarily forgotten she had mentioned Che'ri, the woman's smile almost...confusing him. "O-oh, y-yes," he said dumbly, at first, "she is quite the delight to travel alongside." The Senior Captain was concerned by his lack of social awareness suddenly. How had he not noticed the woman before? Why did he lose his words at just the sight of her? It disoriented him, which wasn't entirely a new experience if he thought about it. When his friendship with Thrass was evolving, he'd also been clumsy in that interaction. Perhaps it was the same instance? Perhaps, he was truly hopeless in social interactions, as Aralani had mentioned multiple times over the years.

"Is she your daughter?" The woman with the beautiful smile asked, eyes never leaving Thrawn's face. She wasn't hiding anything from him. The woman looked so honest, so open. There were no ulterior motives to her question, no deep betrayal underneath the curiosity- just pure inquisitiveness, wanting to know more about the man before her.

It was indeed new for Thrawn to meet such innocence from the people he met on other planets, especially when they met his species for the first time. Many in this region heard the tale of the Chiss, though few had come in direct contact with them. They were either met with fear or anger...never genuine, unadulterated kindness.

Once again, Thrawn found he had been staring at her instead of answering her question. He cleared his throat, glancing down at Che'ri- who, for her part, was so enthralled with finding Thalias a souvenir she didn't know they were talking about her. "Uhm, no," Thrawn again said plainly, making a pained face as he heard his own short words. Why couldn't he find his usual words? "She, uh, she is my...student. I am training her as a pilot."

The young woman tilted her head curiously, "she is so young." Her dazzling eyes studied Che'ri for a moment, then returned to freeze Thrawn to his spot again, "you train them this young where you are from?" The depth of her eyes nearly caused the captain to lose himself. Completely enamored by her beauty, Thrawn had no idea how to handle the situation. He had never felt his heart race this much in his whole life. Never before had he been so confounded by his emotions. "Yes," he replied, then shook his head, "forgive me." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep, steadying breath to clear his thoughts. It felt as if Thrawn had been attacked by this sudden meeting, like he was experiencing an ambush aboard the Spring Hawk. But instead, it was right here at this moment. Staring him right in the face with a captivating smile made just for him. How was he supposed to manage the conversation? It was official- Thrawn was lost.

He decided to start over, perhaps that would help him find his footing in the interaction. He tried a smile, "may I have your name?"

"Of course, sir," she replied, giving her name. It was as fitting as he would've assumed. Perfect for a beauty like herself. "Am I allowed to ask yours, mysterious traveler?" The woman was teasing him for asking for hers and not giving his first.

Thrawn realized it immediately as a habit to ask for others before sharing his own, and in only this moment he'd wished it wasn't one he had.

Embarrassment flooded his cheeks "Y-Yes, of course," he lowered his head with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Forgive me, again. My name is Mitth'raw'nurodo."

Her eyes widened slightly at the exotic name, he began his regular schpiel about just using his core name when he heard the angelic way his name fell from her lips. "Mitth'raw'nurodo," she repeated like a curious child learning a new word and Thrawn froze once again to his spot as he gazed at her as she felt the word. "What a unique name, what does it mean?"

Blinking away his daze, the Chiss man nodded "it is a family name," he explained vaguely. It was difficult to explain any Chiss names to outsiders, so he decided to skip over the confusing story. "Though, please, call me Thrawn." "Alright," the woman nodded resolutely, never losing her smile. "It's wonderful to meet you, Thrawn."

They held a wonderful conversation about different things and when Che'ri finally found the perfect gift for her caregiver announcing it aloud, interrupting the conversation. Thrawn gave an apologetic smile to the woman- who just shared a warm expression of her own. "I think whoever you picked that for will love it, sweetheart." She turned her attention to Che'ri.

Nodding frantically with a winning grin, "I think Thalias will love it!" Thrawn agreed with a chuckle, paying the beautiful woman for the two trinkets.

It felt strange to Thrawn, but they said their goodbyes and the two Chiss began to weave their way through the crowd. Though, it wasn't long that they left the booth that Thrawn heard his name again. Turning, he saw the woman from before running to catch up to them.

Out of breath when she'd reach them, she tried to explain herself, her cheeks red. Perhaps it was because she had run over to them in the heat, or so Thrawn wagered. Her eyes were focused on her closed hand, "I wanted to give you this." She finally met his red eyes with her own, reaching and taking the captain's right hand. He felt his sleeve being pushed up but he was too enraptured by her divine features gracing him once again. "It isn't much, but," finally she broke eye contact to study his wrist as she worked something onto it. Thrawn had to tear his gaze away from her to see that she was tying a colorful bracelet in a knot. Her voice had been so soft and so uncertain,

disregarding her sudden gift. The Chiss laid his hand over both of her as they finished their work, memorizing how they both fit flawlessly within his own. "I shall cherish it," he assured her warmly, "thank you, truly."

"I hope to see you again one day." _____________

Her words still resonated in Thrawn's mind now and again when he was alone in his study, or even in his bed at night- when he watched the stars go by his window.

But tonight was not a night he was alone, unfortunately. He was surrounded by many people, many of Coruscant's elites, nobles, and moff's. Thrawn did as he was requested by the Emperor, as his title of Grand Admiral had ordered of him. Though sometimes he wished he didn't have to waste the time he could be catching rebels or searching the stars for the Grysks on socializing with people who stared at him as if he were consuming the very blood of a child.

The honor chains that tied themselves from his shoulder piece to the elaborate buttons on his Imperial Naval Court uniform jingled like a set of bells as he shifted his posture a bit. Eli Vanto had gone off to grab himself another drink from the table, leaving the Grand Admiral by himself. He had been lost in his thoughts when a voice spoke from behind him.

"Excuse me, sir," the voice was delicate, warm...familiar.

Thrawn turned around, curious as to why the voice felt so familiar, and when his eyes met hers he felt his whole body freeze.

It was her. The beautiful market angel he had met so long ago. The one who possessed his dreams at night, the very one whose enchanting smile obscured reality for him, the one who had claimed him with the colorful bracelet he still wore on his wrist.

How was she here? Was she a vision? Had Thrawn finally lost his mind after all these years of secretly searching for her?

The woman was quiet, aiding his idea that she was a figment of his imagination. But finally, she spoke, wistfully, "I never thought I'd see you again." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Perhaps she worried it was a dream too? The longing in her eyes shone so brightly that Thrawn felt as if he would get lost all over again. "Do you..." she whispered this time, apprehension picking at her words, "do you remember me?"

Just as when he'd first met her, the purity in her expression showed everything. She was hiding nothing from him. Her vulnerability was like a well of fresh water in a desert to the Grand Admiral.

No. Not the Grand Admiral. Not in her presence. Just...Thrawn.

She looked at him the same way she had when he was a Senior Captain. Though even then she was unaware of his rank in any militia.

He'd had so many years to think about what he would say to her, what he would do to her if he was able to see her again. Now here she was, finally, and Thrawn couldn't recall any of the sentiments he had so meticulously prepared. He could only gaze at her, unabashedly.

He knew he needed to say something, but he had no idea what to say. He was lost for any words in any language he could speak. She was captivating him all over again.

Finally, Thrawn took a breath and let it out slowly. His smile came so intrinsically that it amazed him, "of course, I remember." Then he recognized how flatly he'd spoken and decided to articulate himself better. "How could I forget?" This time his voice was a whisper of his own.

She smiled even brighter now at him, her eyes glittering at his assurance, "I was hoping you would. I haven't forgotten either, though I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

He found himself chuckling at her comment, "Neither was I, my lady. I must say, you've surprised me tonight. Though, it is a lovely surprise, indeed." Thrawn admitted sincerely.

Her eyes drew away from his face momentarily to study his Imperial attire and Thrawn noticed a hint of what looked like pride in her expression as her eyes returned to his. Her eyes wandered the Chiss so openly it made him tense a little, his hand tightening behind his back. "The naval uniform looks very handsome on you, Admiral." She complimented smoothly.

Her candidness was refreshing and jarring all at once. Thrawn felt nearly explosive heat rise within him at her praise, his cheeks igniting with reserved embarrassment. He cleared his throat, nervously "T-Thank you, my lady." How should he compliment her?

Should he tell her how enchanting her smile was? How her eyes glittered brighter than the distant stars in the galaxy he traveled through? That her angelic voice nearly brought him to his knees?

"The bow in your hair matches your dress exquisitely tonight." Thrawn lamented his complete existence in the Empire tonight.

But her giggle brought him quickly out of his humiliation, "Thank you, sir." She replied, her hands delicately clutched together at the front of her skirt. Thrawn noticed something odd and was quick to dismiss it, "please, my lady, I do not desire that kind of pleasantry between us." He explained, taking one of her hands in his without thinking. "Call me Thrawn."

A knowing smile touched her lips and his heart beat painfully against his chest, "alright," she began and tightened her hand around his reassuring herself that he wouldn't let go this time. "Thrawn. It's wonderful to meet you...again."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arihnda Pryce/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo Characters: Arihnda Pryce, Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo Additional Tags: Fluff, Thryce Discord's Fluff Fridays, thryce, Napping, Headaches & Migraines, Imperial Officers, One Shot, Short One Shot, 1000 words, Gift Fic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Ficlet Summary:

1000 word fluffy ficlet from the prompt "Afternoon Nap".

The prompt was @blackmonitor​, the 1000 words are mine, the emoji summary is courtesy @handsofthrawn, the joy is fluffy Thryce! 

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thrantober-day5-coffee shop

long time no chiss being kissed on the cheek