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BLUE - A Thrawn x Tarkin daughter OC (reader) Fanfic [Part 1 - The Ghost]

Agent E. Tarkin X Grand Admiral Thrawn

[+18 ONLY]

A lot of TW English is not my native speak

Chap prompt :

During her older sister's wedding, Eleanore Tarkin suffers the consequences of her reckless actions and comes close to death. Until the arrival of a strange Grand admiral

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1. Eleanore

In my family, we all have a propensity for destruction.

It's a philosophy instilled in us from an early age, first by preventing us from grasping what the word feeling means. Then, Eriadu takes away the part of humanity that we have left. Allowing us to detach ourselves from the world of the living. We are there to succeed and this triumph leads irremediably to the loss of others.

But I never did anything like everyone else.

This is how I explain my tendency to focus this destruction on myself rather than on the universe in general. My person being easier to access and the impact on others much less considerable. Yet what is happening to me tonight is beyond my control, I swear. It's bad enough to choose your older sister's wedding to try to die, even when the family tradition is to ruin everything you touch.

That'll teach me to want to steal my dad's stuff, including the drinks they send him. I had decided to swallow it in one go to avenge myself for his indifference and currently I feel totter between nausea and lack of oxygen. The teenage crisis was ten years ago, Eléanore, you should know that we don't touch dad's business, especially when it's an eminent governor of the empire who wants to offer it to him.

I needed to feel alive. It was so funnyl that I burst out laughing alone, telling myself that I spent most of my life putting myself in danger. Integrating the empire's secret services was part of my provocative strategy, as was my irresistible urge to contradict everyone. The taste for danger, the indifference of my existence and yet tonight I wanted to live.

Such a shit.

At this point, my heart no longer knows whether it should beat fast or slow down. Beads of sweat bead on my forehead and I'm sure my face is catching fire in the freezing air. It's probably my loud cough that's drawing attention, because my trachea is retracting and it's almost impossible for me to breathe normally.

And I hit him.

Was I still walking? To stagger, to crawl? In any case, this is how I met the ghost. I called him like that because he had this deep blue spectral complexion and a white uniform, like the sheets of the ghosts of my childhood. And his eyes fascinated me.

- Damn, you are both beautiful and terrifying!

I don't have a damn idea how he reacts, but he's not leaving, that's pretty good news. Although, when you have blue skin and red eyes, nothing should scare us, including the half-crazy one who laughs at her agony. His lava-colored orbs deflect towards my hand and back at me, making me wonder why I'm missing the air.

-What can make me see your skin so blue?

He chuckles in a monotonous and serious tone. The timbre of his voice is incarnated tranquility, self-control in excellence.

-It's not what's in your glass that affects my appearance. What did you swallow?

-Something that wasn’t for me.

I still have enough lucidity for not say too much. I don't know who he is and it's better for him that he doesn't know my identity. Anyway, everyone wants everyone dead here, nothing is too good to win favor with the emperor, not even a corpse.

His hands rest on my cheeks and he pulls me closer to him, leaning down to examine my pupils. It must be absolute darkness in my eyes, because the effect of this contact has on me is absolutely insane. Was there an aphrodisiac in that glass?

-How long ago did you ingest this substance?

His tone remains peaceful, but something must have changed in his features, I guess behind a slightly more troubled vision. I gather my thoughts, my eyesight begins to derail dangerously, the barrier I'm leaning over blurs, and he pulls me into a more secluded space to allow me to kneel on the floor.

-Less than five minutes.

I'm cold, I'm hot, my legs are a kind of spinning material unable to hold the rest of my body upright.

-Are you sure ?

-It's the only thing i know.

And the fact that he is clearly not human. So why is he wearing an imperial white uniform? Only prestigious officers wear it, and the empire is not one to ennoble the unhuman.

-You need to see a medic droid right now.

- No ... please. No, not that.

They must not know, no one must know. Don't make waves, don't draw attention to me. I will never be forgiven.

-In this case, you will have to make you vomit. -Dying is a good option too. Your hands are warm and you look friendly. - Lean into this basin.

That's it yeah. After all, a wedding is more of a great opportunity to die stupidly. I'd rather think about my fate than even consider for a second sticking a finger in my mouth.

- My fingers ? In my mouth ? No way !

That's good, my life is coming to an end, it limits opportunities.

-I'll have to do it for you, then.

He's not serious? Oh, yes, he is, I can't see much in his red eyes, but the wrinkle that forms under his forehead marks his determination. I'm completely screwed and I'm probably going to die in it. Facing this extinguished fountain, he leans my head down to allow me to remove the poison more easily. Something happens then, when the placid cold around me gives way to the warmth of his body against mine. He gently brushes my hair back, his fingertips brushing my skin with stunning delicacy. Despite the urgency of the situation, it does not lack sweetness and it stirs something deep inside me and I can't explain it.

- May i ?

I am speechless, my trachea choking with the poison that oppresses me. Unless it's him. His imposing body and the coldness of his insignia which is flattened against the bare skin of my shoulders.

- Close your eyes, it will go faster.

And I don't have time to react when his movement already hits my glottis and causes a lightning vomiting reflex. Everything that comes out of my stomach is dark and slimy and even though the pain that pierces my insides tears me in two, I feel a real relief there.

Several nauseas manage me to spit out what was forming in the hollow of my bowels and slowly, my heart resumes a normal rhythm. It's finish. I know that in such a short time what was in the glass had no time to reach anything but my stomach and although the pain was still unbearable the rest of my body won the battle.

My mind is different.

Cause apart from this awkward situation and the fact that I just threw up, I find this situation, the way my body fits into his, particularly erotic. He is a hardened soldier, my evening dress is not thick enough to prevent me from feeling his build under his costume. The fact that he is not moving, that he has barely moved away to let me vomit, arouses doubt in me, the idea that he is not so indifferent to it either.

- It's done.

- Already ?

What a stupid question. Our eyes meet for a moment and my lips still tremble from the shock I just suffered. For a moment I believe, I hope, that he touches me again. But instead, the ghost stands up and detaches itself from me, giving way to this coldness that characterizes me so much.

- How do you feel ?

Horribly, I thought for a moment to sex with a non-human, despite my situation. Nothing is going anymore.

- Nauseous.

- Nothing out of the ordinary.

-Horribly frozen.

-Drink some water from the fountain over there. And if you feel bad tomorrow, see a doctor droid.

-As you order, Doctor GreatBlue.

I watch him rinse his hands and not even the water washes away his skin tone. He doesn't say a word, turns around and leaves me in my disarray. Time to prepare myself, to let my palpitations calm down and to discern what is real or not in what has just happened.

Despite the water I've just swallowed, I still tremble when I reach the grand ballroom where my sister's guests are feasting on the best imperial dishes.

No trace of him.

-Oh my god, honey, where have you been?"

A hand rests on my shoulder and my fiancé's big caramel eyes hit me as hard as a collision of ships. It brings me back to reality, that and his perfume with acid notes that he sprays on himself outrageously every day.

- Where were you ? You slipped again! We are looking for you everywhere! Your father is furious.

Dying, poisoned by the drink they wanted to give my father. He should be thanking me instead of spitting on me like that. Erwin Spencer is a young prodigy in the Imperial Army. A brilliant academic, admiral in the marine and he rose as an instructor for trains pilots and future recruits alongside me in our training unit.

He's also the man I'm going to marry. An agreement his family and mine made to guarantee him a bright future in the shadow of Tarkin's influence. And, as usual when it comes to major decisions in my life, I had no say in the face of my father's authority.

-The speech is ready, I hope?

I shake my head, absent, my gaze wanders around the large room and the lights are still very blurred. Am I still under the effect of the poison? Is there something else confusing me so much. His hand slips into mine and I let myself be drawn into this tragic current that takes me to the head table.

-You better not shame us tonight, El'. If I learn that you have consumed spices, I will inform your father immediately.

Like a torrent trying to break the dam, I feel my emotions catching up with me. Nothing human, we said, yet what constricts my throat and blurs my vision is all my humanity about to scream for help. Then, suddenly, the world stops turning and I see him again.

The ghost.

He is facing me and although we are far apart, I am convinced that he has seen me. That he perceived what crossed my eyes and from behind I recognize the silhouette of Colonel Yularen at his side. This moment is fleeting, but it seems endless in its intensity.

The ghost saw my tears.

And it is no longer the poison that squeezes my heart.

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