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star-girl69 · 7 months

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Cruel World

Shin Hati x Fem!Reader

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a/n: hi everyone and welcome to the first chapter! as i mentioned, i’m just getting into star wars so i will get some things wrong!! i don’t know all of the lore yet, so please feel free to tell me something i missed! i hope you all enjoy!!

also, i took a little bit of creative liberty here regarding the nightsisters of dathomir, so don’t be surprised!

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, imprisonment, swearing, mentions of insanity, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter One - Sweet Long Nights

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The Empire had fallen only a few weeks ago. You and mother had been holed up in some small planet, some small shack, waiting, biding your time.

Your mother said she just needed a second to think. To figure out some sort of direction, something. There had to be something she could do, to restore the power that had been taken from her.

And in the darkness of the night, while the wind blows dirt and dust through the small holes, a voice calls to her.

Thrawn will bring the Empire back. Thrawn will bring your power back. If you can get to him.

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Before the world had shown you cruelty, you had never known it. You lived in a lavish home on a tropical planet, far away from any prying eyes. Most people didn’t even know you existed, the elusive whispers of Morgan Elsbeth’s daughter, always destined to remain shrouded in secrecy.

You had tutors to teach you the fine arts of the most important planets, the politics of the Empire, language and math- but the really important lessons, the true power, was reserved for your mother.

She taught you not only about power in terms of what it meant to everyone else- but what it meant to the two of you. Descended from the Nightsisters of Dathomir, you were called witches, sisters, ladies of pure darkness.

And over the years, the bright green energy that bursted from you hands turned to uncontrollable surges of power into something that felt like it was yours. Your power. Something only you could control.

Then, the Empire fell. All of your mother’s assets were stripped away, including your beautiful home, all of your tutors, and everything you had ever known.

Adjusting was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. And you did it, missing the comforts of home all the while. It was something inside of you, a gaping hole, pure darkness that you apparently rule over- but it really rules you over.

That same darkness is inside your mother.

You both want that life back. You both need that life back.

There are black holes inside of your chests, and they need to be filled and filled with power.

The pursuit of your old life has led you here.

The room is metal and dark, shackles twist around your arms. You sigh, trying to find a comfortable spot on the metal bench made into the wall, but you can’t.

You miss softness.

“Are you sure this guy is going to come?”

Your mother looks away from the still closed door and to you, remnants of a true mother-daughter relationship on her face.

She cares for you. She just cares for power more. But as long as you have the same goal- you are her and she is you. One in the same. Mother and daughter.

“Yes,” she says, simply, and it seems like there is no more room for argument. “He’s a mercenary. And I paid him well.”

You shoot her an unimpressed look, but in your heart, you know this is the best she can do.

Her composure softens ever so slightly.

“I know,” she says, almost motherly, almost comforting. “I know it’s hard. But the path to power is a hard one, my daughter. We wouldn’t have come this far if we weren’t truly made for it.”

You smile, awkwardly, an acknowledgment of her words, and her lips press together tight, returning the awkward grimace.

The minutes pass by in silence, and you mother stares at her hands in her lap, shackled, and you stare at your own. You flex your fingers. No green sparks from your fingertips.

“Fucking weird-ass rocks,” you mutter, tempted to bang your hands into the wall over and over again until the power-dampening shackles snap off. You doubt they will, but who will blame you for trying?

You heard stories from your nanny’s when you were younger- one of them even descended from the Nightsisters as well. Her bloodline was much younger, much weaker, but she could still entertain you with small tricks and stories she had heard.

She told you that without their power, Nightsisters fell into madness. They would rake their hands down their face, rip their hair out. Away from their home planet, from the magic in the ground, they would slowly lose themselves.

Your mother had prevented that.

After the massacre of the Nightsisters, her and a few others had done powerful magick that you couldn’t even dream of. They had taken ichor from the planet, condensed it, and cut open their chests to rest the stone inside their rib cages.

You had been cut open while you were still a baby, but the stone still rested inside of you.

You look back up towards the closed door. You look towards your mother. And you look up towards the sky and say a prayer to the Winged Goddess.

Then, you can hear something. It’s faint. But it’s the sound of bodies falling, a lightsaber swishing through the air.

The sounds grow louder, accompanied by guns, bullets, one after another. Your mother remains apathetic, a blank, waiting look on her face. She says she isn’t capable of looking into the future- but you often wonder if somehow she is.

You take your seat next to her, shifting anxiously, trying to look as neutral as your mother.

The lock clicks, and the door opens, retracting upwards.

A man waits in the doorway, illuminated by the bright white hallways, dressed in all black. He reaches up and pulls down his hood, revealing a pale face and a full, gray beard.

Your mother stands up, holding out her chained arms.

He points, gestures, and they snap off. You watch your mother rub her wrists, before she turns to you.

You snap out of your amazement.

You lock eyes with the man before you, and he does the same thing, and your shackles fall off. Immediately, you can feel it under your skin. The power. The one from your ribs, passed down through the Nightsisters.

“Baylan, you are true to your word,” you mother commends, the highest compliment she could ever give.

He nods his head slightly. “And well paid for it, Lady Morgan.”

He reaches his hand out, and you stand, rolling your wrists, flexing your fingers, tempted to let green sparks jump out.

Your mother steps forward, and he helps her step over the threshold, then takes your hand and helps you step over it as well.

“Lady Y/N,” he says, and you don’t dare say thank you- because your mother didn’t. And she never would.

She walks briskly, and you find your way next to her, Baylan quick behind the two of you.

“The Jedi who captured me seeks the map.”

Your mother had only basically explained what the map was, how it will lead you to Thrawn, the other galaxy he is mysteriously trapped in. You know it was enough to imprison you over.

“She knows about Thrawn.”

“Who is this Jedi?” Baylan asks, a bit of arrogance creeping into his voice- he is better than whoever, surely. You’ve heard her name a hundred times before. Your mother cursed it when they locked you up.

She looks at you.

“Ahsoka Tano,” you hiss, sparks crackling at the ends of your fingertips. An enemy of your mother is an enemy of yours.

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The three of you board the ship in the dock, and as Baylan sits in the captains seat, you expect him to close the doors and take off. Your mother next to him, you behind her, an empty seat next to you.

But he doesn’t. He waits, until you get bored and anxious to get off this ship.

“What are we waiting for?”

He doesn’t look at you. Your mother taps her fingers against her seat.

“My apprentice.”

Footsteps echo up the ramp, and you turn around in your seat, only to find a girl, about your age, with chin length light blonde hair, and a spot of blood on her cheek.

Her eyes meet yours. She stops and stares at you, and all you can do is stare into her bright blue eyes, wide and rimmed with black makeup.

You’ve had lovers before. Weak humans with no powers, just servants in your home or the neighboring ones. But the lightsaber on her hip makes your heart skip a beat. She makes your heart skip a beat, and you stomach flip, and you can’t even feel stupid for the feelings in your body.

She nods, sitting down next to you, and you look her up and down, her armor, the spot of blood on her chin, the small braid resting on her shoulder.

The doors click up, and you can’t take your eyes away from the blood on her cheek. Finally, she looks back at you as the ship lifts up, seemingly a little confused and offended, glaring right at you.

“You have blood on your cheek.”

She looks down and wipes her cheek with her hand, smearing it, and she looks at the blood on her palm.

“Hm,” she says, no expression on her face, and you smile.

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That night, on your own ship, your mother asleep in the room next to you, you stare at the ceiling and think of your blonde savior. And you think about the way that if you focused, you could hear her heart speed up as she looked at you, and you could see her pupils dilate.

It’s a sweet long night thinking of her.

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vibratingskull · 6 months

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"Can I request thrawn x female reader where someone trying to seduce him and reader kinda insecure about themself." -anon

Insecure reader incoming! But Thrawn won't tolerate it!!!

Thrawn x f!reader

No pronouns or Y/n

You adjust your corset.

God it is tight, but that’s how the dress must be worn.

And Thrawn said you looked superb in it. So you’ll suffer it for his pleasure.

You hear the party raging on in the next room, the shoutings, the laughs, the clinking of glasses with the music… It is a lively party. You insisted for Thrawn to accompany you despite knowing he would rather stay at your Corusantian apartment to work. But it is good for him too to go out and meet people, so you dragged him anyway. He reluctantly abided by your choice with a patient and gentle smile and escorted you to the party very gallantly. You promised him you would not stay long, just enough for you to have some fun and him to make some profitable relationships.

You observe yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, you’re a little tired but nothing a touch up of make up couldn't mask, you comb your hair again too and put back on some perfume, Thrawn’s favorite, the one he offered you for your birthday. Someday when you put it on he just comes from behind you, hugs you and buries his nose in your neck to deeply inhale the fragrance. You flush and speed up your process, impatient to get back to his side.

As you get out of the bathrooms you search for him a bit, walking among the guests in grand clothing and expensive jewelry. You spot him in a deep conversation with a lady in a deep showy red dress with a deep cleavage.

You don’t judge, you rock your own, but something in her demeanor displeases you. Is it how she smiles? How she swing her hips as he talks? How she seem to press herself against him when someone needs to pass behind her? At any rate you hurry your pace to join him as quickly as possible.

“Ah, dear!” He welcomes you “I was just talking with this lady about Togruta’s tapestries and carved statues. She is a real goldmine.” All your senses are on high alert, it is your privilege to speak about art with him for hours on end.

“Really…?” You say with a shy voice. You look up to him and see his eyes sparkling and a thin smile on his lips.

No…

You never saw him like that.

Not even with you.

“Oh it is nothing much really, everyone knows about that.” She laughs.

You gulp. You know nothing about those subjects, or just a little.

“I see your glass is empty, dear. Let me bring you another one.” He gallantly takes your glass to refill it of any fine wine they got.

She observes him go then turns back towards you with a carnivorous grin.

“And who might you be?” she asks, judging you head to toes

She towers over you with her high heels and sparkly necklace. Yours don’t sparkle as much.

“I’m his fiance.” You stick out your chest.

Her smile turns into a sly grin.

“Oh really? I don’t remember seeing a ring.” She licks her teeth.

Thrawn’s culture doesn’t use rings and you didn’t want to impose that on him.

“Well… That’s because he doesn’t have use for them!”

“Oh? What an excuse. If you want my opinion it’s because he doesn’t want to be bound to you forever.” She continues with honey in her voice. “I had a little discussion with him as you were trying to look…. salvageable in those bathrooms. He’s a man of great talent and a magnificent mind. He must find a woman with matching grandeur!” She chuckles with sparkles in her eyes. “And I quite don’t think you’ll make the cut, honey…”

“I… You… What makes you say that?!” You try to gather your words as all your insecurities bubble up under your skin.

“Oh honey, it is useless to state the obvious. You’re a pretty little creature for a working class person, but you’ll never be nothing more.”

“He doesn’t care about that! He’s working class too, we have more in common than you think!” You flush of anger and embarrassment. “And I am a Lieutenant Commander, show some respect!”

She tuts.

“He may not care about your standing, but he sure cares about his career. And a woman of la creme de la creme of Coruscant would secure him significant political power. Tell me, what bonus and advantages a Lieutenant commander can bring him?” She puts her hand on her hip.

“He doesn’t understand politics.” You gulp

“It’s okay, I can teach him. I can be a really good teacher when I want too.” She traces her bosoms with the tip of her finger mind-absently. “Especially for such a handsome man.”

It makes you want to puke. What if she’s right? You dig your nails in the fabric of your dress, tears gathering behind your eyes.

“Oh honey, don’t cry. You’re gonna ruin your low budget make up. I’m sure you put a lot of effort just to look presentable.” She hands you a handkerchief with pity in her eyes.

You don’t take it. You feel constricted in your corset, like air doesn't go down to your lungs.

“He loves me.” You greet your teeth.

“I’m sure he does. Like someone loves a sick half-breed puppy found in the trash. He’s too polite to tell you but he just keeps you around until he finds better. And if I’m not mistaken…” She readjusts her bustier and deepens her cleavage, “He just did tonight.”

“What might you be talking about you two?” Thawn reappears with your glass in hand.

“Nothing. About taking a fresh start in life with good partners.” She laughs, clinking her glass with his.

He looks puzzled for a second ,“Should I be worrying?” He turns towards you with a raised eyebrow. You immediately wipe the tears that started rolling down before he can notice them and shake your head.

“No.” You mumble. “I need some fresh air…” You excuse yourself and heads towards the doors as quickly as your heels permit you. You let your tears run, ruining your mascara.

A hand seize your arm.

“Dear? Is everything good?” Thrawn ask with frowning brows.

“Yes. Leave me alone.” You try to evade his grasp but he squeezes harder.

“Not even for a second when you cry like that.” He looks around. “Follow me on this balcony.”

He guides you, his hand on your lower back and closes the windows behind you once you're on the balcony. You hug yourself, trying to relax. He comes behind you and embraces you. You stiffen in his arms, not turning towards him.

“Talk to me love, do not remain alone with your pain.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Thrawn, do you love me?” you ask bluntly.

He parts with you to look in your eyes, with an air of seriousness and sadness in his eyes.

“Is it what is worrying you?”

“Answer me.” You remember how he looked at her, curling your hands into fists.

“I love you.” He caresses your cheek, speaking softly. “Of course I do. Every second until my heart stops beating I will love you with all my soul.”

“Would you leave me for someone else?”

“Is that what you really talked about with her?” He inquires in a murmure.

“Forget her for a second” you gulp, pushing back your tears. “Would you?”

He looks into your eyes, searching for something, then sighs.

“I do not know what the future holds,” he admits “maybe our paths are bound to separate at one point. But maybe not. Maybe we are destined to remain together until the end.” He presses you against him. “As of today, I want no one else but you at my side.”

“You don’t regret choosing me?”

“Why would I?” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are perfect for me. You keep me grounded, you help me to never forget the price of a life because yours is beyond any riches of the galaxy. You comfort me and hold me close in your arms. My home is where you are.”

“You would say that about any lover.” You put.

He winces for a second, calculating his mistake.”What could I say or do to convince you?”

“What do you even see in me?”

“Everything. I love your mannerism, the way you take a breath before talking, the way you walk on heels. The way you think completes mine, how you take problems like no one else would. I love the scent of your hair and the way your eyes reflect light. I love your nose…” He says brushing his nose with yours, earning a small chuckle from you. “I love who you are as a person and as a colleague. I never feel as much supported and prepared when you are at my side.I feel invincible with you.”

You look up to his gaze with teary eyes.

“So you do love me?” You ask with a shaky voice, full of tears and hope;

“I do.” and he seals his words with a tender kiss. You grasp his white uniform and dig your nails in the fabric, forcing him to lean on against your lips. He slide his hand in your back and behind your head, deepening the kiss.

You part only when you lack air, panting to breathe while he looks unbothered. It makes him chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You are perfect to me, ch’acah.”

You faintly smile at the pet name, and hug him back.

“Thrawn?”

“Yes, ch’acah?”

“I want rings.”

“Yes ch’acah. Let us quit this boring party and find a jeweler’s.”

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illuminatedquill · 6 months

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Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

Starburst Phoenix

Follow-up to this story:

Takes place one month after the Thrawn crisis. As the New Republic begins to build after the warlord's conquest, the Jedi Knights, Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren, find some brief respite on his homeworld of Lothal. However, news arrives that spells uncertainty for the future of one . . .

"Sickness," said Huyang. "It's terminal."

Sabine rocked back at the statement and looked to Ezra.

Her partner, and fellow Jedi, merely smiled. He looked to Sabine and sent a reassuring pulse through the Force.

"Tell me more, Huyang," he said.

They were sitting in the living room of Ezra's old watchtower, where they now called home. Huyang was reaching out via hologram, installed into a work table.

The war with Thrawn had barely been over for a month and the two Jedi had been exceedingly busy in the following weeks helping with the clean-up. Only now had they found some time to rest, courtesy of Hera pulling some strings.

They had done some rudimentary medical examinations before returning to Lothal, just as a precaution.

Huyang had reached out two days later with the results. Sabine had received a clean bill of health.

Ezra, however . . .

"It will not kill you immediately. Or any time soon. However, your time spent in another galaxy seems to have had some unforeseen side-effects, I'm afraid."

"Wait," said Sabine. Her stomach was twisting itself into knots, but she forced calm into her voice. "Ahsoka and I also spent time on Peridea. Yet neither of us have this illness."

"True," said Huyang. "But both of you spent significantly less time there than Ezra. That appears to be the difference."

Sabine stared at the holographic droid feeling numb.

I was too late.

"I mean, I don't feel sick," replied Ezra. He waved his hands and wiggled the fingers in comical fashion.

"Most amusing," said Huyang, dryly. "But this is no ordinary sickness. You won't be feeling it's effects for quite some time."

The droid pointed to the datapad on Ezra's lap. "You've read the report, am I right?"

"Yes."

"Still confused?"

"Very."

"Then let me elaborate: something in the air, water, or food you ate on Peridea has caused these strange . . . deposits, shall we say, to start accumulating in your organs."

Sabine asked, "Which organs?"

Huyang's reply took on an unusual somber tone. "All of them. Lungs, liver, heart, . . . even your brain, Ezra."

Sabine wanted to be sick. Her eyes found Ezra's. Even he was starting to look rattled now. "And these deposits affect me how?"

"For now, nothing. But they'll never go away. And, over time, these deposits will begin to erode against your body's natural ability to function and heal itself."

"Leading to what?" asked Ezra, quietly.

"Complete systemic organ failure."

Silence hung thickly over the room like a funeral shroud.

Sabine, desperate, leaned forward towards Huyang. "Can we remove these deposits?"

The droid shook his head. "Too small and too numerous. Even with our modern technology, it's entirely too risky. The risks far outweigh the benefits."

"What if we replace the organs? We can flash-clone them, right?"

"Flash-cloning is still a temporary solution at best. The organs have an unnaturally short life-span. Ezra would have to undergo the operation every few years, at best, and even then . . ."

Sabine felt her frustration mounting. "Even then, what?"

Ezra reached out and grasped her hands. "There's deposits in my brain, remember? You can't flash-clone that."

Huyang nodded. "Precisely."

She jerked her hands out Ezra's and stood up. "What about the Force? Have you spoken with Ahsoka?"

The droid showed no surprise at her outburst. "Of course, Lady Wren. The Force could help alleviate the problem for some time, but it only aids with the body's natural healing process. The problem with Ezra's illness is that it counteracts that."

Not good enough. Not nearly good enough.

Something must have showed on her face because Ezra reached out again to take her hand.

"Sabine," he said, softly. "Please sit down."

Sabine could not bring herself to look at him.

"After all this? After everything he's given for this galaxy! And this is how it turns out?"

She could not prevent the anguish and despair from filling her voice. It just spilled forth, out of some deep, dark chasm that had opened up at Huyang's words.

Ezra was going to die. She was going to lose him. Again.

Ezra was standing now, hugging her to his chest.

Quietly, he said, "How much time do I have?"

Huyang replied, "It's hard to say. I've never seen a case like this. Due to the slow nature of this illness, it's better to estimate how much time has been taken from you."

"Tell me."

The medical droid shrugged, an uncharacteristic motion from him. "Five, maybe ten years."

Sabine reached out and shut the hologram off.

"Sabine," Ezra protested.

"I've heard enough." She let go of Ezra and left.

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It was late at night when she returned home. Sabine had spent the day travelling aimlessly around Lothal on her speeder, listening to the sounds of the city.

So much life. None of it soothed her.

She entered the living space and found it empty. Ezra had already gone to sleep it seems.

Flopping down on the couch, she leaned her head back.

A second later, her comm-link beeped.

Sabine groaned and opened up the channel.

It was her master, Ahsoka Tano. The older Jedi looked calm, as always, dressed in her customary white robes.

"Hello, Master."

"Hello, Sabine. Huyang filled me in."

Sabine cast her eyes down, out of shame. "I didn't handle the news well."

"I can tell."

Her voice was hoarse with emotion. It was barely a whisper when she replied.

"It's not fair."

Her master sighed. "I know. It can seem that way. Especially living the life of a Jedi."

"There's nothing you can do?" Sabine pleaded. The feeling of helplessness sickened her more than she could stand.

Ahsoka said, "The Force is a vast and powerful ally in any situation. But even it has limits."

"What can we do? We have to do something. We can't just let Ezra die."

Ahsoka just looked at her. "Everything has it's time. As Jedi, we must accept that. But the nature of this illness, as I understand it, means that Ezra still has plenty of life left to live."

"He should have more. He deserves more."

"Sabine." Her master's words cut sharply through the despair choking at the younger Jedi's heart. "What does Ezra need most, right now?"

Sabine sat back and focused herself.

" . . . A cure?"

Ahsoka shook her head. "No. He needs you, right now. Most of all."

"I can't get him back the time he lost."

Ahsoka smiled. "True. But you can still do something with the time he does have, right?"

The younger Jedi thought about that for a few moments.

It's not how much time you have that matters. It's what you do with it.

"It's his birthday, tomorrow," Sabine said.

"Ah, true," said her master. "Better make it special, then."

Sabine smiled for the first time since this morning.

"Thank you, Master."

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The next day, Sabine took Ezra to a hangar bay in the Lothal capital.

"Can I take off this blindfold, now? Seems pointless. I'm a Jedi."

"Nope. Keep it on, please." Sabine led him into the hangar bay and nodded at the technician on duty.

"Sabine, what is this all about?" Ezra asked, exasperated.

"Just a second . . . okay, you can take it off now."

Ezra removed the blindfold and blinked.

"Is that . . . it can't be."

Sabine grinned. "It is. Happy birthday, Ezra Bridger."

Sitting a dozen yards in front of him was an old G9 Rigger-class light freighter. It was in desperate need of repair - and several coats of new paint - but it was salvageable.

Ezra turned to Sabine, stunned. "It's a G9. Just like my parents used to fly around. The Starburst."

"I know. It'll be our home away from home. We'll be busy again shortly, so I thought it'd be nice to have our own starship to fly around in. Like Ahsoka's T-6."

She handed him a datapad with the ship's new registry and name on it.

"The Starburst Phoenix," he read. Ezra looked up at Sabine and the fire bird symbol that was her custom on her jacket.

Starburst Phoenix. The perfect name for her and Ezra's starship - Starburst from Ezra, Phoenix from Sabine. Together.

Ezra just held her hands, overcome with emotion. Sabine just gave him a smile back, feeling her heart swell with the love she felt.

After a moment, he re-collected himself and looked back towards the freighter.

"Where'd you find this? They don't make these anymore." Ezra circled around the starship, inspecting every nook and cranny.

Sabine smiled affectionately. He looked just like the curious kid she'd met, all those years ago.

"Hit up some old contacts in the Rebellion. They knew some smugglers who'd seen some lying around in junkyards."

Ezra asked, "Lando?"

"Yeah, Lando."

He snorted. "Figures. He gave you a discount, I hope?"

Sabine sighed, remembering the amount he had sent her for his services. "So he says."

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Once a smuggler, always a smuggler."

She laughed. "He prefers the term, 'business man', nowadays."

"Right. Sure he does."

Sabine clambered onto the ship with Ezra. "Ezra, listen . . . about yesterday."

He turned to her, eyes serious. "I'm not scared Sabine."

She choked out a laugh. "Of course you're not. But I am."

He leaned against the hull. "I don't regret the choices I made."

Sabine just looked at him, feeling exasperated. After a second, she just hugged him. "I know. But I shouldn't have acted the way I did. It didn't help."

She looked into his eyes. "It wasn't what you needed."

He looked confused. "And what I needed is . . . this ship?"

"No - it's about time. You've lost some of it. I want to make sure we fill up what's left with as much life and love as we can give it."

Understanding dawned on him. "And with this ship, we can travel together. Always."

"Together. Always." She nuzzled into his arms, feeling his strength and surety, responding with her own through the Force.

"And," he noted, wryly, "it's a private transport."

Sabine gave him a wicked grin. "I was wondering when you'd notice."

His eyes sparkled. "Should we check out the interior, then? I think our first stop should be the sleeping quarters."

"Very astute, Master Jedi. Lead the way."

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debonaire-princess · 9 months

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𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 🥂

Pairing: Thrawn x Fem!OC

Word count : 2k

Warnings : none- jk, creampie, light choking, piv sex, hair pulling, scenting, thrawn speaking in Cheunh, murder scheming. 🔞

A/n : my first attempt at smut 🤷‍♀️

The after-party wooz is always the worst part of the occasion.

Veraloe thinks as she walks to the bed and plops herself face first onto the shared bed. Her groans and muffled words can be heard through the door as Thrawn walks into their lavish hotel suite, situated smack dab in the middle of Coruscant's finest commercial district.

“I thought you decided against the Emerald wine for tonight’s occasion,” he asked dryly, glancing at his wife’s luscious figure. The blue skinned husband knows well of his limits and decided to forego alcoholic beverages completely. Thus his feet do not sway, his posture impeccable, and his firm voice still carries its usual icy strength despite the late time of night.

“I guess Moff Gideon’s inquiry regarding your,” he hesitated but unknowingly emphasized it instead, “”pregnancy” has gotten under your skin, wife?”

The silence hangs in the air as he unclasps his tunic, patiently waiting for Veraloe’s answer. Of course, his question made her seethe all over again.

That damn kriff-headed Gideon has out of nowhere asked the gender of the grand admiral and her upcoming baby. In front of the whole party attendees, in the middle of an unconnected conversation regarding a local moff’s newborn.

She grits her teeth and claws her fingers into the sheets as she recollect the farkled rat’s pompous and satisfied smile as he fake worries over the condition of her body and current mind. Being a pregnant lady and all.

Which she was clearly not.

Even Thrawn, despite donning his usual glacial calm expression, was caught off guard. And thus was of no importance at all, aside from his impassive reaction and soft denial of her pregnancy, which obviously did not work as well as he thought. And the proofing of that false rumour was heaped upon her delicate shoulders.

By the stars, in all honesty, Veraloe loves parties, thrives in it. She adores the secrets shared behind bubbling champagne flutes, the glimmering lights, the soft elegant dances, it all makes the fact that she is surrounded by the very people who participate in the murders of everyone she ever loved easier to bury. It also helps that she is usually the prettiest being in attendance and was often the center of attention and gossip.

But tonight, it was an uncommonly agitating occasion. Seeing how even after drinking several flutes of Emerald wine as a show of her clearly unpregnant condition, some party attendees still came up to her and Thrawn to excitedly offer their congratulations.

During the rest of the party and the airspeeder ride home, she mulls it over in silence. She stole Tarkin’s support on Gideon’s mining land to move it over to another part of a land she owns in order to secure profit for her own gain and it, of course, angers the former Moff.

Quite petty (and smart) that he slighted her by that pregnancy lie knowing damn well he has other mining lands that are equally profitable rather than the ones she took.

Now, People will behold her body and see the extra weight on her hips, the plumpness on her cheeks, dimples in her feet, all mirages that simply aren't there.

Not that getting fatter will reduce her beauty mind you. It just meant that a pregnant wife of the Grand Admiral is considered a much easier target than a Veraloe Monik, billion dollar seductress, that is in the prime of her life.

She grumbles a string of Arduurian curses as she snaps her head back up and crosses her elbows as leverage on the bouncy mattress. Flinging her sparkling brown locks off her face. As she cups her chin on her palm, index finger grazing her lower lip, her mind starts to reflect and ponder.

Of ways to doom the insipid little moff of course. She could just outright kill him in secret if she could. Force choked him in his sleep.

She could do it all if she wants to. Certain benefit that comes with being one of the- No, the most sought out Mistress in the galaxy is that she could literally make someone disappear without a trace, be it by hired hands, or by hers.

Whichever that will quench her blood-thirst, and make her skin look even more supple. A well executed revenge does that to a person, that's a proven fact.

She absentmindedly bit her nail as her lip coil in a sinister smirk.

As the plan starts to take shape and envisioned in the compartments of her brilliant scheming brain, she felt the mattress under her dip.

She peered over her shoulder to the view of Thrawn, on top of her, long feet straddling her lower body. She felt his cool calloused palms lay flat on the skin of her shin, moving to her thighs, pushing her white naboo-silk dress up, up, up, as he goes. Exposing her scantily panty-clad bottom to the cool air of the hotel room, his eyes unmoving.

He stops his ministrations and squeezes her plump ass just enough to make it change to a color of his liking.

A small gasp came before she could stop it. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she decided to be a tad bit cheeky.

“Now what- do you think- you are doing, Admiral?” She fakes a naiveté tone to her obvious rhetorical question.

When she moved to turn her body Thrawn’s hand moved to the small of her back and held her there.

“Stay like this please,” he murmured as he unzipped his pants. “You seem tense tonight, as you should be. Moff Gideon’s baseless assertion has caused a troubling amount of miscommunication for you to smoothen out. No doubt it puts quite a dampen on your mood, even Governor Pryce can tell from across the room.”

“However,” his low voice softened, “you were so composed, so calm despite such aggression.” He leaned down and kissed the back of her head, giving it a slow and deliberate whiff. “Again, you charted the political waters for m- for the good of us both.” A small smile touched his lips and he placed a single gentle kiss on the side of her forehead.

A clinking sound of belts can be heard, signaling he finally slipped off his pants. Possibly taking out his half hard cock in doing so.

“Oh please.” Veraloe turns her body slightly, touching the side of his face in her hand, his glowing red eyes stare deeply into her equally darkened soul. “Your polite yet stern denial of the congratulatory offers gave me assistance as well. Aaand maybe your usual joyless expression helps matters too, no one can look so icy with a baby on the way.” She gently caressed his pronounced cheek. She leans close and puts her lips to his ear. And softly bit it.

“Now,” she licks her lips in anticipation, “you gonna fuck me silly or what?”

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A cacophony of moans and noises of slapping skin bounced off the walls as Thrawn pounded into Veraloe from the back. His hand grips the fat of her legs like a vice till the tips of his cool fingers whiten.

He pressed her hard into the mattress, giving her no choice but to take it. Take him.

“Vu- Vurawn, please,” his nickname slips out her moaning lips. Veraloe doesn’t even know what she’s begging for since her husband’s impressive length started to mess her head silly. She can feel it in her throat as he gives a particularly hard thrust.

Thrawn buries his fingers into her scalp, and pulls her up by a fistful of hair. “What do you, hah, want?” He whispers breathlessly into her ear.

Through her haze she manage to form words despite the unyielding pace he keeps on blessing her pussy with, “Fuck me silly, Vurawn,” she grins knowing damn well he’s gonna give her what she wants.

He slams her face into the plush mattress and proceeds to pick up speed. The lewd sound of relentless slapping of skin mixing with screams and grunts are only muted from the rest of the city due to the window’s bulletproof thickness. The smell of sex wafting in the empty air of the suite, The Chiss’s sensitive nose wrinkles as he gulps the smell down his throat, savoring it, making him hazy.

His eyebrows creased as he tunnel focused to the feel of thrusting into her gripping walls, slick and oh-so begging to keep his cock inside. He can feel his saliva start to gather on his tongue, spilling to the side of his mouth.

The warrior falters ever so slightly when he feels her insides clench tighter. The view underneath him he considered a form of art in itself.

Her sheer-covered back glistens with sweat as her spine arches. The city lights sifting through large windows hit her figure just so, intensifying the glittering diamonds freckled all over her skin. In each squirm of Veraloe’s body, diamonds on her skin reflect the light onto their surrounding walls, creating their own brand of majestic aurora.

“P- put your hand here,” Veraloe panted and pats the back of her exposed neck. And he does exactly as she instructed, and more. He grasped her neck to cut off her air flow, maybe even enough to bruise. Just the way he knows she likes it.

Breathless and rough.

“Aaanggghh~ Vurawn!”

A choked moan kept on spilling out even as he grips onto her neck for leverage. Thrawn keeps fastening his pace, however that works. Pistoning into her sopping pussy as if he himself wants to make that lie Gideon spouted come true. He almost unravels just from that thought alone.

slapslapslap-

The sound of her pussy and his wet cock can make even the other famous whores of coruscant blush in embarrassment.

The blue alien leaned down and sniffed her neck, searing the smell of her sweat and sex into his brain for later use, when the navy requires him to be away from the warmth of her arms, from the firm grip of her delicious cunt.

“Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo-“ he muttered the cheunh phrase in repetition like a prayer. A prayer for how lucky he is to be able to savor such a taste.

Her whimpers grew ragged as he kept on pounding into her hole, her legs spread so wide with her pussy soaked, his cock glided in and out with ease. Her manicured nails dug hard into the mattress as she gripped the sheets to steady her body. Air pumped in and out of her lungs as she was harshly shooked back and forth at a relentless pace.

When Thrawn slipped his hand to roll her bundle of nerves with his expert slender fingers, it was over. Veraloe reached her peak with a mix of a wailing cry and a long choked gasp. Throat sore from the lack of air and the abundance of uncontrollable screams she let out.

“I- I’m-“ for a nanosecond, the rarest phenomenon in the whole galaxy happens, the grand admiral stutters his words.

Thrawn follows suit 3-4 thrusts in when he finally ejaculates his hot ample seed inside her. A slew of cheunh curses spill out his lips as he shuts his eyes, reveling in the way his whole body slightly shakes in ecstasy.

They lay still for a few seconds, the out of breath Chiss on top of the heaving Arduurian.

Spent and sweaty, still in half of their respective formal wear.

When Thrawn moved to pull out. Veraloe halted him. “Ngh, no no.”

“What? What do you need, Wife?” He asked, reaching out and wiping away beads of sweat off her temple.

“Just… be still,” she gave a staggering breath, as if desperate for something, “don’t pull out just yet..” She stops before a please slips out her lips.

“I see.”

Nodding in confirmation, the chiss grasped her by the hips and turned to lay both of them on their side. The taller man spooning the other. Limp cock still warm and snug inside her, spent slowly spilling from the sides. Neither really cared much for it anyway.

“Stop sniffing my hair, creep.”

He chuckles, “Can’t help it. You smell divine, Ch'acah.” Thrawn said as he deeply inhaled the Arduurian rose fragrance he was secretly obsessed with.

She huffed, “You better pay me for the laundry tomorrow, this silk dress cost more than your monthly admiral wage.”

Her husband sleepily hums his assent. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing motion and nudges his nose into her nape. His cool lips land soft pecks here and there.

Veraloe can only huff in annoyance, tenderness and loving caresses wasn’t part of their marriage agreement and she’d like it to stay that way.

But even she isn’t immune to the tug of sleep that so often pulls her down post-coitus.

So she grew silent. And so does He.

Tonight, they felt safe enough to sleep wrapped around each other’s embrace.

TRANSLATION!

Cseo bun : so good

Ch'acah : love

#thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars #thrawn x oc #thrawn smut #thrawn x oc smut #BLUE MAN HOT #ARF ARF

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starwarspilotstournament · 8 months

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As I begin work on making the bracket for the Star Wars Pilots Tournament, there are unfortunately many characters that will not make it into the showdown. These characters were submitted very late in the game and/or only got one submission each, so they are sadly not eligible.

So, ladies, gentlemen, and all other associations of being, I invite you to join me in raising a glass to those pilots who simply did not qualify.

Dak Ralter (The Empire Strikes Back)

Submitted propaganda: Look he's not really piloting and also he dies in his only scene but I love him

2. Col "Fake Wedge" Takbright (A New Hope)

Submitted propaganda: Totally would have kicked ass in the Battle of Yavin if he had been there

3. Thane Kyrell (Lost Stars)

Submitted propaganda: An ex-Imperial who defected and fought in the Rebellion, including the battle of Hoth, Endor and Jakku. He’s also in a very beautiful romance story with his childhood friend and Imperial pilot Ciena Ree

4. Oddball (Clone Wars/Revenge of the Sith)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

5. Greez Dritus (Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

6. Jarek Yeager (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Rebellion pilot who fought in the Battle of Jakku! Became a racer after the Empire fell but quit after his brother cheating in a race led to an explosion that killed his family. Moved to an out of the way fueling station and decided to run a mechanic's shop instead of piloting. He's drawn back into flying by Kaz when the First Order rises, and becomes a squadron leader/teacher for the next generation of pilots.

7. Venisa Doza (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Badass Rebellion pilot who convinced her future husband to defect from the Empire! When the First Order started to rise she immediately joined the Resistance to fight them. Awesome pilot and really good at convincing Imperials/First Order people to defect.

8. Mara Jade Skywalker (Thrawn trilogy)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

9. Ooryl Qrygg (Rogue Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: Ooryl is unique in what his contributions mean to his people. There are very few Gand in the Lore but Ooryl qualifies for Rogue Squadron, the best pilots of the New Republic. He also arcs to earn the right to use "I" pronouns, which is extended only to Gand who are famous enough to be known to literally every Gand that exists.

10. Garik "Face" Loran (X Wing - Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

11. Myn Donos (Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: Pulled off a nearly impossible rescue (ultimately failed as the other pilot was unconscious and unable to aid) and was the only surviving member of [???]

12. Wes Janson (Rogue Squadron + Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

13. Derek "Hobbie" Klivian (Rogue Squadron + Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

14. Nawara Ven (Rogue Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

15. Temmin "Snap" Wexley (Sequel trilogy and Aftermath trilogy)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

16. Kazuda Xiono (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Resistance pilot who joins the Resistance because he wants to make a difference against the First Order and the New Republic isn't doing anything. Very good combat pilot and much more graceful in the air than he is on the ground.

17. Torra Doza (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: 15 year old racing pilot! Learned how to fly from her mom. Super good at flying and clearly has a lot of fun flying also.

18. Hype Fazon (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Super good race pilot who has to adjust to being a combat pilot when the First Order rises. Has a tendency to run from things that frighten him at first (the First Order, added responsibility, growth) but always comes back at the end. Also is delightfully cocky about his piloting skills.

19. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro / "Pilot Isabella" (Phineas and Ferb/Star Wars crossover)

Submitted propaganda: Okay so she’s the Han Solo of the episode despite Han also being in that, but also I just think this is the funniest technically legal submission I could do I’m not a Star Wars fan <3

20. that one ufuck (???)

Submitted propaganda: hhrrhhhghgngnhghghggngnghg i hve no fucking clue what any of this means im delirious right now im not even a star wars fan either

Believe me, y'all, I am as upset as you are over some of these not making it in. However, I made the rules and I would just be a hypocrite if I didn't follow them.

BUT stay tuned for the actual bracket with the 32 characters who DID make it in!

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contentment-of-cats · 1 year

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*sigh*

Got into online fandom with the X-files on Usenet and mailing lists like e-groups.

Migrated to LiveJournal and Harry Potter fandom.

Moved to Tumblr and Black Butler fandom before dropping out of most activities due to a major depressive episode. Am a happy tumblrina and a Thrawn fan who writes. I can’t really claim to be a part of fandom - so, just a fan who writes.

After recovering enough to want to power the laptop again and look up the Thrawn tag, I closed that tab since I was walking into the middle of a shitstorm. I’ll be over here writing since I don’t know WTF happened, how it started, who the aggrieved parties are, or any of it.

Here, have Thrawn X Pyrondi bit.

Here thar be the sexy stuff.

Human females are composed of durasteel, mushroom silk, and nectar. If Thrawn came late to this realization, it can be forgiven. Human women have much to tolerate, and he has no wish to add to their burdens. Hence it is that on leave, in the effort to prevent Pyrondi from hazard that such realization occurs in a turbolift, uniforms in disarray, licking the salt-sweetness from her labia and wanting more than he wants to continue breathing to enter and have her this second.

All this over his weapons officer trying to drink a frozen, fruity alcoholic beverage larger than her own head.

The lift hangs immobilie, in 'park' mode - as it seems that there is nothing that 'Pyro' cannot reprogram. Her name is close to Cheunh for 'Lady of Fire' - and it is appropriate for a deity of both sexual pleasure and war. His fingers breach, the flutter of her intimate muscles making him aware how close she is. Then he proceeds - to her happy sounds of encouragement.

#thrawn x pyrondi #thyrondi #drabble #back into my post-surgical hole #thrawn #pyrondi

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m-feline · 1 year

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Unexpected date

Some have asked if I'll post my ThrawnxOC story to Tumblr. I'm not because it's too long. But I have posted some chapters (modified) and people like them. So here is another chapter from that story, hope you like it.

Link to the story is -> here

Masterlist

Thrawn x Freader

Your night takes unexpected turn when your errand for Darth Vader changes. You meet Grand Admiral Thrawn and he invites you to a date.

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I hated this but I had to do it. Ascension week was soon so, if I wanted to get away from this it had to be done now or it would end tragically. I had to meet Senator Bistebo from Naboo but he was clearly one of those who disliked me. Just because he was from Naboo like Emperor Palpatine, he thought highly of himself.

He said that we would meet at the Opera House of Coruscant, right before the show. It was one of those events hosted by the Savit. A prominent family who had a high cultural position in Coruscant. I had met before the Grand Admiral Savit, who got to his position due to his accomplishments and his family background. The whole family is known to host some if not all kinds of music performances.

Naturally, for such an occasion, I had dressed in something more formal than my usual clothes. But the color black was always present. I had also my hair and makeup done by the salon, the very few perks of this event. But none of it helped me to cover the annoyance I was feeling.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked in a calm voice trying not to sound as angry as I was about to be.

"I'm sorry, didn't you hear?" Senator Bistepo asked. "Did you not know how big a deal this concert was?" He is doing it on purpose to humiliate me. Some of his companions were chuckling behind him.

"You informed me about this meeting today," I argued failing to keep my voice calm. "Of course, I haven't got an entrance pass to this show. It was sold out weeks ago."

"Oh, dear. I thought that as a Vader's Charge you would at least have an interest in the cultural events." He said mockingly.

"I don't. Lord Vader has a busy schedule to have meetings with the Emperor. Some music shows aren't that significant to waste time on them." I said coldly, causing him to frown a little. Just mentioning the Emperor was enough to rain on his parade.

I should have known that this sort of thing would happen. There was still some elite of Coruscant trying to make me look bad without getting in trouble themselves. At least they knew not to make any bigger scene like involving spice or something else. If Vader ever heard about it how the goal was to humiliate me and cause a scandal for him, he would pay a visit to that poor fellow and his family. I heard about a similar incident long after it happened. Since they were supporting Senators, Vader didn't do much damage but he did get his message delivered. Now they are reduced to these kinds of petty tricks. Not enough to tell Vader but annoying still. I had a very important discussion to go through with Bistepo and he had been unavailable for some time now. I had tried to get to talk to him for a long time but in vain. And soon I would be sent away from Coruscant again. If I didn't get this done then some heads would roll.

"Well, too bad. I always come to these events and I thought that we could discuss them after the show." He said bringing back some glee to his voice. "I guess you just have to wait till the show ends."

I could hear the snickering behind him from his companions. Wait till the show ends? I bet that was his goal all along. That meant staying here for hours. But if I left he could use it as an excuse that I had no interest in the very thing I had to discuss with him. Sitting here at the entrance lobby for hours and hours was not ideal either. If only this matter wouldn't be so dam important I would leave him to go to his stupid concert and go back to do something else. Maybe I could go once they left to the main hall. But I had no idea when to come back.

"Lady (Y/n)?"

I heard a familiar voice calling my name and turned to see who it was. I did recognize the voice but he couldn't be here, could he? Thrawn stood there, without his imperial uniform but still in some official-looking outfit, wearing a dark grey tunic and black pants with boots. I was confused wasn't he supposed to be after the Phoenix rebels? Or did he come back for Ascension week?

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, i-it's good to meet you again," I said and made a formal curtsey.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," Thrawn said and took my hand from my side and placed a kiss on its back. "Are you here by any chance to see the concert?"

"No, I'm not. I came to meet Senator Bistepo, but it turned out that we would meet here. I am simply excluded to enter this event." I said trying not to sound as if I was blaming anyone.

Though, I could already see that Senator and his companions didn't look happy to meet the Grand Admiral. I heard that many tried to keep him from rising in rank but failed in doing so. I think I also heard that some governors did hold down someone else close to Thrawn since they couldn't affect much on Thrawn's own career.

"Is that so? I presume that you are then free for the next five hours?" Thrawn asked.

"Five hours?" I repeated the word testing if I understood him.

"Yes, I read that the performance will last for four hours and 47 minutes, including the intermissions. The performance starts in 40 minutes, so I simply assumed that from this moment on, you have a little bit over five hours." Thrawn said.

Five hours! Did these idiots think I would wait for them for five hours? If this matter wouldn't be so important... no, even then I would leave. I tried not to show it but Thrawn had helped me a lot. Now that I knew how long the show would last, I might as well leave and come back after five hours.

"Indeed, I do have time to spare." I acknowledged.

"Then my Lady, would you grant me the honor of inviting you to join me at another event?" Thrawn asked politely.

"Wait a minute, Lady Mira is here to discuss a serious matter with me," Bistepo argued.

"When? She said she had no entrance pass. And even if she did, you weren't planning to discuss such an important matter during a concert?" Thrawn asked.

"My, Senator, how rude would that be?" I said faking to be shocked by Senator's words.

He looked embarrassed and his companions looked troubled as their petty little prank on me was now failing. I did my best not to look so pleased about it. Soon however Thrawn brought my attention back to him.

"My Lady, since you have free time, shall we?" Thrawn asked and offered his arm for me to take. He had helped me with this, so accepting his invitation would be reasonable. Besides, showing these uptight people that I had my own evening made would just make it sweeter.

"Thank you, Grand Admiral, we shall," I said and took his arm and linked my own with his. We walked to the doors but before we exited, I turned and looked at Senator and his companions. "Enjoy the show, Senator. I'll see you later."

The faces were priceless, but I didn't get to look at them longer since both Thrawn and I excited the Opera House. Many people were entering the building instead of exiting due to the concert that would commence soon. We got to a docking platform where the speeders were. I began to wonder, where exactly are we going?

"May I ask, Grand Admiral, where are you inviting me?" I asked.

"Since the Ascension week is approaching, there is an exhibition at the Coruscant's art gallery. I thought of having a few nights off to see it." Thrawn said.

"Oh, I don't think I'm quite dressed for such an event," I said looking at my outfit. Though it was a dark dress, it was a bit gaudy for an art exhibition.

"There is nothing wrong with your appearance but if I may suggest, there is a boutique near here that I saw on the way. Since we have so much time, we could stop by and look for something for you to wear for the art gallery." Thrawn said.

I had been to the art gallery before. Sometimes to meet other aides of Senators, and sometimes to other kinds of events. So, I knew what sort of outfit I needed. Thrawn called a cab and gave the instructions to the driver before we sat down in the backseat and went on our way. I was going through options about what sort of dress I should ask for from the boutique. Since we are going directly to an art exhibition, maybe I should ask for a rental dress instead of buying a new one. We got there faster than I expected, and once I stepped out of the cab, I took a look at the boutique. It was very familiar. When have I seen it? As we entered a service droid greeted us.

"Good evening, sir, lady. How may we be of service?" A woman came right as she heard the droid greeting us. Behind her two other female workers seemed to look our way, maybe it was a quiet evening for them. Or they were preparing to receive more customers soon.

"Good evening, my companion needs another dress for tonight. Do you have anything ready at the moment?" Thrawn explained the situation before I could say anything. I was going to ask for something simple and affordable, but something told me that won't be happening.

"Oh yes, we have many designs. All we need are her measurements and we can bring out the dresses." The woman said.

The droid that greeted us hovered closer to me and began to take the measurements by scanning me and then using a measuring tape. After getting all up, the droid made a few beeps and hovered over several clothing racks, and began to pick up dresses.

"Is there something particular model you wish?" The woman asked me as the droid gathered more dresses.

"Just something proper for an art exhibition," I said.

"Are you going to The art exhibition of the Lost Past?" One of the other workers asked. "That is a big event in the cultural circles. It is only for one week and ends before the Ascension week."

"That very one, yes," Thrawn answered.

So, I do need a bit more thought about the dress. The worker who had heard where we were going gave now other instructions to the droid. The droid just beeped for an affirmative and took back three dresses that it had brought out before.

"And if possible, would the color of the dress be green or otherwise be floral themed," Thrawn added.

The droid heard the comment and took back two more dresses and brought a few more out. I looked at Thrawn with one brow up. He saw my look and leaned closer to whisper.

"Your clan color, is it not?" He whispered.

I made soundless "oh" when the woman who greeted us came closer and showed a few of the choices that the droid had brought out.

"Is there anything that you would like to try?" She asked me setting a few of the dresses to be seen properly. They were gorgeous dresses, no doubt about that. And some were something I think I would never wear.

"That one," Thrawn said and pointed to one green dress.

I really tried not to roll my eyes at him. Someone seemed to have already set their mind about what I would wear. But then again, I might never wear such a dress in my life, so who cares if I just try? If I don't like it, I can say it and simply waste his time in this boutique. The other two workers guided me to the dressing room which was behind a curtain. Though my current dress was gaudy it was easy to put on by myself. That was something I should add to the requirements list for the dress.

The dress* Thrawn picked was a bit revealing for my taste. But that was due to the transparent fabric of the top. It helped to make the silvery vines look as if they were binding the light green strapless dress to hug my form.

"Oh, it looks fabulous on you." One of the workers said she was younger than the other. No denying that it looked lovely. "Would you like to show it to your companion?"

"I don't think that is necessary," I said and looked at the silver vines gathering at my waist.

"On the contrary," Thrawn said behind the curtain making me twitch and turn around. "The whole purpose that I chose that dress is so that I could witness you wearing it."

I heard how both workers giggled like little girls. I was already guessing what was going on inside their heads. Maybe I should clarify the fact that we aren't a couple. But then again we came together and we are going together to the art exhibition. And he already gave some requirements for the dress. It will be very hard to explain it now. But surely he should know better too.

The workers helped me out to the main lounge where Thrawn was and guided me to stand in front of huge mirrors so I could see myself from all angles. It still felt like too much. The dress was gorgeous but to think that it looked as if only the silver vines were holding the dress up, made me feel exposed. Maybe I felt that more since I knew that Thrawn was watching me.

"Lady (Y/n), I must say you look marvelous," Thrawn said looking at me through the mirror. I couldn't help frowning. Either he is mocking me or he is trying to sound polite. He should have seen how uncomfortable I was with this dress. Not because there was something wrong with the dress but because it felt wrong on me.

"What do you think?" One of the workers asked, she was older.

"That I feel exposed," I said directly and crossed my arms, and placed my hands on my arms close to the shoulders. I swear, I saw Thrawn smile. What for? I rather not think about it, instead, I wanted to try another dress.

"Can I see more options?" I asked.

The droid brought out three dresses to show my options. It passed two first dresses and waited one moment for me to take a look at them.

"May I try that one?" I asked when the droid showed the third one.

"Oh, nice choice." The older worker said.

I was once again taken to the dressing room and chanced to the dress. I liked this one. A grass green dress, with transparent loose sleeves, that were decorated with fabric flowers, and with a wide ballgown skirt. Once I was out to the lounge again and stood in front of the mirrors, I gave a little twirl and made the dress float by the movement.

"I like this one," I said smiling.

"It looks beautiful." The younger worker said.

"It does indeed." Thrawn agreed. "Too bad it might not be proper for an art exhibition." He was right. This was more a ballgown than an elegant evening dress. But I still preferred this one so far.

"We have another similar, with a modified a-line skirt." The older worker said.

I changed again to the dress mentioned. Instead of having sleeves, the flowers were hanging on a transparent top that came down like a cape. The dress*** itself was of mint green color. It was nice but not as nice as the previous one.

"I liked the previous one," I said honestly.

"Why not wear it for the Ascendency week?" Thrawn asked. "I think it would fit for the occasion."

My heart both sank and fluttered. I was excited to be able to wear such a beautiful dress, but at the same time, I was nervous for I won't be able to hide it from Vader. He didn't care what I had on for the party, but he didn't like people looking at me. I was a valuable asset to him. So having me wearing a beautiful dress would bring more attention to me and he doesn't want that. On the contrary with Thrawn, he seems like he wants to put me in the spotlight. But this is Thrawn we are talking about so surely there is a bigger strategy behind it.

"Would you mind trying this?" The woman who greeted us at the entrance asked and brought a nice-looking box. I saw the eyes of the workers widen a bit when both saw the box.

"Madam, that is..." The younger worker began.

"An old preorder. I wish it to be seen on someone." She said with a warm smile.

I don't know what was going on but soon I was changing again. This one was nothing like the other three dresses. When I came out of the dressing room, I couldn't help but gasp as I saw myself in the mirror. The dress**** was of several colors of light blue, plum violet, light red, and light turquoise, and it hangs nicely from my right and fell gently from my left side to the ground. The dress was strapless but had a piece of fabric pushed over my left shoulder to my back giving a cape of lovely color. The dress was open from my left side to my thigh. It would have made me blush but as a whole, it didn't bother me. The dress was beautiful that I could not look away from the mirror.

"Oh my, it looks amazing." The younger worker sighed.

"And it fits perfectly." Added the older worker.

I don't know why but my eyes went to Thrawn and I saw his eyes study me like he studies his favorite artworks on Chimaera. I felt my skin tingling where it was exposed under his eyes, and that sensation remained when he turned to speak with the woman who had brought out the dress.

"May I inquire, who ordered this dress and when?" Thrawn asked.

"This dress and its accessories were ordered a long time ago. Sometime before the end of the Clone Wars." The Madam said with a small hint of sadness. "One of our regular customers came and asked for a dress for her friend who was away. So that when she came back she would have a beautiful dress, and enjoy it. She gave us her measurements and we worked with them to make this dress. Sadly, our customer met a tragic end while we were still making this dress. The dress was finished one week after her death. We couldn't pass the dress to anyone, so we kept it."

"Why did you offer the dress for her then?" Thrawn asked.

"It was made for her." The Madam looked at me through the mirror with a mixture of sadness and happiness. "This dress was ordered by the late Senator of Naboo, Padme Amidala. For her aide, lady (Y/l/n)."

My whole body tensed and I felt something stuck to my throat. I remembered this place, we came here a couple of times with Padme for a small accessory for her outfits. The store has changed a bit on the outside and inside during the years, but I now recalled meeting this woman once or twice.

"You are her, aren't you?" The Madam asked.

My mouth was open to answer yes, but nothing came out. I simply looked at the dress. Padme ordered this dress, for me? I kept looking at it and I felt how everything turned cold.

"I-I can't accept this dress. Excuse me." I said and walked back to the dressing room. Once I got there, I tried so hard to not cry and ruin my makeup. Though my mascara was waterproof, I didn't want to show that I had cried. A couple of sobs escaped but none of the tears. It felt like forever but after a couple of minutes, the two workers entered the dressing room. When I saw them I tried to straighten myself and took a deep breath before I made eye contact with them.

"Your companion suggested this dress for you to try." The younger worker said with a tone that told me that they were worried. Maybe they thought that they had unintentionally made me upset. I looked at the dress*****, it was a dark green off-shoulder model with open slit sleeves. It was simple yet elegant. Maybe the best choice for the art exhibition.

I changed into the dress and walked out of the dressing room. I saw Thrawn discussing something with the Madam, but he stopped when he saw me coming. I was once again guided to the mirror to see the dress from all angles. It was beautiful but not as beautiful as the dress I had on a moment ago. Still, this would be perfect. It was simple and elegant and I somehow felt comfortable. I noticed Thrawn coming closer to me through the mirror. When I turned to face him he was already standing next to me. He lifted his hand and with his knuckles he made me look at his eyes.

"Beautiful, I hope I won't be accused of seizing a piece of art when we walk out of the art gallery." He said looking at me. Seriously, where does he come up with those lines? Or maybe he is just trying to be polite and say something flattering after the scene I just made. Whatever the reason was, it made everyone forget the turmoil I had a moment ago.

"We shall take this one," Thrawn said and turned to face the Madam.

"Of course, would you like to add the shoes and a few accessories?" The Madam offered.

"If there aren't many. We do need to arrive at the art gallery soon." Thrawn said.

I went with the workers, who helped me to get proper shoes and earrings. There was no need for a necklace, but I was recommended a small purse. I thought that I need to do my hair but the workers said that my loose hair looked lovely. As for makeup, there was no need except for a small touchup. I glanced a couple of times at Thrawn and saw him discussing something with the Madam. Whatever they were talking about was finished a moment before I was done.

"How much is all this? I asked the Madam.

"Your companion has already taken care of the payment." She answered.

I can now forget the whole we-aren't-a-couple explanation. What else could he be now? He had brought me here, he had taken the lead on what sort of dress I would wear and now he has even paid for it.

"I already asked them to send the attire you had when we arrived at your housing if that is alright?" Thrawn said. Was that what he was talking about with the Madam? If it was, I should thank him later. It would have been very troublesome to go just to drop my outfit and go again.

We both left the boutique and took the cab to the art gallery. Switching dresses was a smart idea, when we arrived in the gallery I realized how my previous outfit would have clashed with the entire evening. Now I was partly able to blend as a patron and yet look gorgeous. We walked together and passed different art pieces. Some were beautiful to look at while others were a bit difficult to understand. Some were to my liking and some were pleasing to Thrawn. We both commented on the works according to our taste and the evening was turning quite delightful. At one point Thrawn looked at his Chrono and sighed.

"It seems that our time is almost up, my Lady." He said. We have seen most of the exhibition and not much was left. But I didn't like the idea of returning to the Opera House to meet people who have purposely avoided me and tried to make fun of me. But it had to be done, if I don't get a say in, the consequences would be unavoidable. I may not admit it openly but I did enjoy the company of Thrawn.

"W-would you accompany me to the Opera House?" I asked. He could say no, why would he want to come with me and meet people who are unpleasant to be around with, and leave a good art exhibition?

"It would be my honor, my Lady." He said with a small smile. Why was I relieved to hear that? Instead of thinking that, we left the art gallery together and took a cab to the Opera House. The ride was quiet but when I could see the Opera House, I couldn't help but gasp.

"What is it?" Thrawn asked.

"That speeder. It belongs to Lord Vader." I said and looked at the landing area of the Opera House. It was indeed Vader's speeder. Why did he come? Panic was getting me, and Thrawn saw it. He asked the driver to let us out a bit further from the Opera House. We both got out of the speeder and walked the rest of the way. I didn't need to get too close when I saw two stormtroopers standing at the entrance from the landing area.

"He is inside," I said nervously.

"Does Lord Vader usually come and collect you?" Thrawn asked.

"No, never," I answered. "If he sees me enter he'll know that I wasn't at the concert like I said I would be."

"He didn't know then that you were invited and left with no entrance pass," Thrawn confirmed. "In that case, we need to just get into the hall another way than the main entrance."

"How?" I asked.

"If I recall correctly hall's like this one have several exits for safety measure. According to protocol they aren't not allowed to be locked. We can't get inside through one of those," Thrawn said.

"Is it allowed?" I asked.

"As long we aren't getting inside the performance hall then I believe we are alright,' Thrawn said. He led me to the side of the Opera House and took us to an open backdoor. There were no guards when we got in but as we walked further, there were a couple of guards walking around. They kept their rounds close to the doors which seemed to lead to the concert hall. We walked closer to the hallway that would lead to the main entrance.

"If you wish to keep the illusion that you were at the concert, then we could wait here a moment before the people will come out," Thrawn suggested.

I agreed to his suggestion and we remained in the hallway for a moment. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes, and we heard the doors open and chatter of the people was heard.

"I think it is a good time to arrive at the lobby," Thrawn said and extended his hand to me. "My Lady."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and took his hand. Who knows if I faint before we get there. He guided me to the lobby and I couldn't help but feel being in the center of a spotlight as we came to the lobby. No doubt Vader saw me coming. Seeing me with Thrawn, that might be another matter entirely.

"My Lord," I said making a curtsey.

"Lord Vader." Thrawn greeted inclining his head.

"Why are you here?" Vader asked. Was he asking me or Thrawn? It is hard to say since he has a mask. Surely, he knew where I was since he had come here.

"My Lord, I met Grand Admiral by coincidence," I said answering on behalf of Thrawn.

"I asked, why are you here?" Vader corrected me. He didn't know? Then he isn't here for me. Then for who? Oh no.

"My Lord, I came here to speak about the shipment issue with Bistepo. It should be resolved without any complications." I explained.

"Here? In the Opera House?" Vader asked sounding a bit suspicious.

"He chose this place. And... no, I haven't been here all time. I was left out and we were supposed to meet right after the concert ends." I admitted. Claiming otherwise will end very badly. "This situation can be solved today."

"It better. I rather not involve myself with political matters but if they cross military affairs and hinder us..." Vader warned.

"Yes, my Lord. Please, let me resolve it here peacefully." I begged.

"Yes, it will be resolved today. I let you handle it. Starting now." Vader said and raised his head to the hallway where people were coming.

It was easy to find Bistebo and his companions from the crowd. And they found us just as easily. I could tell by their looks that they were not happy or prepared for the Dark Lord to be here. At least they didn't try anything stupid, like walking back inside or pretending not to have seen us. I walked to Bistebo once he had stepped to the big lobby.

"Was it really necessary for you to call Lord Vader here?" Bistebo asked with an offended tone.

"I didn't call him. He came here on his own. And I hope he didn't come here for the same reason for why I have tried to contact you for weeks." I argued.

"And what would that be?" He asked.

"The Eadu shipments from the last few months," I said.

His eyes went wide but then I saw them narrow. He knew something but he wasn't going to tell. This will not end well.

"And what does that have anything to do with you?" He asked a bit rudely.

"Until little moments ago, nothing. But now Lord Vader is here. Believe me, when I say this, you don't want him to ask the same questions." I said. "If he is here, then he doesn't even have to ask."

Bistebo didn't look happy. This definitely won't end well. I heard some steps behind me, with a glance to the back I saw Thrawn and Vader coming closer. My time was running out.

"Senator Bistebo, you and some of your circle are in charge of those shipments. If you have a pretty good explanation why they are late and insufficient, now would be a good time to say it." I said hurriedly. Nothing. His eyes were just focusing on me. He looked angry.

"You couldn't have chosen a better time for this discussion?" He hissed.

"I've tried, Senator. I really did. And remember, it was you who made this place the one and only meeting place." I reminded him.

Other people began to stop and look at what was happening. For Lord Vader to come here was already rare enough. But it definitely seemed that he was here on business. The question will be, what kind of business it will become.

"Senator Bistebo, I assume my aide has made clear the reason I'm here?" Vader acquired.

"She has, Lord Vader. But she is wrong. I have nothing to do with the shipments." Bistebo lied. I knew he did. And so did Vader. I prayed this won't end with someone's death.

"Is she now? Then you could explain something else then." Vader asked. "Is it not you who recommended Commander Brovas to be in charge of the shipments?"

"I recommended him, but..." Bistebo began.

"I have met the Commander, and dare say he is not as dependable as you have claimed. His actions reflect very poorly on you, Senator." Vader continued ignoring Bistebo's attempt to explain. "Three out of five shipments come late and their cargo is incomplete. In all cases, Commander has been in charge, the very one you recommended. If you won't get this matter settled quickly, we should entrust this matter to someone else."

"Lord Vader, these things take time to fix. If you would wait a moment I'll see to it that things will get corrected." Bistebo said.

"My aide has tried to contact you several times. A time that could have been used to fix things. Or to get rid of the evidence." Vader said.

"Well, we have talked over it. And we have come to a solution. You will hear about it later." Bistebo lied.

"When?" Vader asked.

"I said later. We need to get the matter settled before we..." Bistebo began.

"I asked when did you talk it over with my aide? I know that she hasn't had any meeting with you before." Vader said.

"J-just this evening. During the intermission." Bistebo lied.

"My aide already admitted that she did not go to the concert and has simply waited here for your arrival," Vader said sounding more angry. "Since you only tell lies, then we better go to ISB to get the real truth out of you."

Bistebo looked frightened. And people around began to wonder even more what was going on. If I don't do something it will end with someone's death.

"My Lord, we better finish this at the ISB headquarters instead of here," I suggested.

"No need, the ISB is already on their way. If you are trying to save someone's face you are failing at it." Vader growled at me.

"My Lord, this doesn't need to end in someone's death... we aren't in the navy now," I whispered the last part. Vader was famous for his temper. Many Coruscanty elites have lost their relatives and friends to Vader's rage. It was unpleasant to watch but even more unpleasant to face them later.

"It all depends on that someone," Vader said with a very low voice. I knew when to step down. He didn't like it when I tried too hard to plea for someone else. Much less if I was trying to change his mind. He didn't want to look weak.

Bistebo looked horrified. People were already gossiping about what could be the reason for Vader to come here and why was he speaking with Bistebo, and what was my part in all that. It all got worse from there. Three ISB agents rushed in and reported to Vader. They claimed to have investigated Bistebo's office. And they have found the very evidence of the embezzlement and cutting the shipment's budget and integrity. And that's all Vader needed.

"Arrest this man," Vader said and pointed to Bistebo.

"No, I'm innocent. You got to believe me... You, tell them. You were trying to help me." Bistebo tried to drag me into the mess.

I pushed myself away from his hands right when the agents came to hold him down. I felt two arms coming around me protectively. It was an instinct that made me get close to those arms and put myself in the warm embrace that held me away from the scene. I heard Bistebo swearing like a mad man. And some people gasped and shrieked as they saw him fight back. It took five minutes for the noise to die down. And then I opened my eyes and saw the familiar-looking fabric.

"It is alright now." The familiar soothing sound said. When I looked up I saw red eyes looking down at me. Thrawn?

I looked at myself and my surroundings. I was in Thrawn's arms. I had forgotten him completely. And without realizing I had rushed to his arms as he tried to protect me from Bistebo. My cheeks got warm. Did everyone see it? Apparently, not. All eyes were looking out of the lobby where the agents had taken Bistebo. No, not all eyes. I saw Vader looking at me. He was looking at me in Thrawn's arms. I quickly took a step away from Thrawn. There might be no death tonight but I began now fear for myself.

"We shall leave now," Vader announced.

"Yes, my Lord," I said and turned to Thrawn. He did help me, so it was only right to give at least a thank you. "Thank you, Grand Admiral for protecting me."

"My pleasure, my Lady. And thank you for the lovely evening." He said with a small bow.

I didn't get to say anything to that when Vader placed his hand on my shoulder as a sign that we will leave. He made me walk beside him instead of behind him. When I got to the speeder I saw Thrawn coming out to the entrance and his eyes had no trouble finding mine. Vader was quick in sitting beside me in the backseat and told the driver to go. The ride was long and silent. It was after we got to our mansion at Coruscant that Vader spoke to me. Actually, it was when he offered his hand to help me out of the speeder.

"That dress is new. I don't recall seeing you ever wear it." He said.

"I-it was bought today. Since I didn't get to go to the concert, Grand Admiral took me to an art gallery. Instead of coming back here first to change, he took me to a boutique for another dress." I explained.

"He paid for it?" Vader asked. I swear I could hear the anger in his voice.

"Yes, h-he did," I answered. I was sure Vader would be angry. But he was silent for a moment. He seemed to be looking at me. He was looking at me with the dress. I just prayed nothing else would happen tonight anymore. I just wanted to go to my room and rest.

"At least he has good taste," Vader said as if he didn't want to admit what he said. "It looks good in you."

I gulped as he began to guide me inside. No one died tonight. And I will definitely need a long rest after this.

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #star wars #darth vader #thrawn x reader

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sesamenom · 7 months

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predictions for the ahsoka finale:

thrawn leaves first.

ezra calls the purgils. baylan sacrifices himself to "bring balance to the force"/end the sith cycle through some ancient force magic temple. shin joins them and they return to their own galaxy via purgil.

they show up and run into boba/din/bo-katan/mandalorian army + hera/leia/rex&wolffe/wedge/x-wings/old rebellion army. all of them are gathered in the wreckage of a massive battle full of destroyed new republic flagships.

elsewhere, the annoying senator guy stands up to reveal an imperial uniform. a bunch of the former imperials raise an imperial flag. the blue shirt lady pershing met is in fact an imperial spy. ex-stormtroopers and old tie pilots show up.

thrawn arrives via star destroyer right in front of chandrila.

#not silm #star wars #ahsoka show #ahsoka finale predictions

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myevilmouse · 1 year

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I was tagged by @arizonapoppy quite a while ago for this WIP game...I didn’t have a WIP at the time so it’s taken me a while to reply!

The rules are: ➥ Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like).➥ Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.➥ Have fun, no pressure!

I will not give any context, so here is a character quote (this is THANK THE FORCE a one-shot so only one quote/one chapter).

“The Eleventh Fleet is set to deploy to Zolan in six days,” Faro blurted.

If anyone wants to play, consider yourself tagged, but I will hit up @jedimordsith, @jedidryad, @bananasareforparties, @klcthebookworm, @celinamarniss, and @jadelotusflower!

#fanfic is for fun #thanks for the tag!#arizonapoppy #fandom friends #thrawn x all the ladies #thraro #myfic #WIP

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saradika · 2 years

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Star Wars x F!Reader

— One More (Jesse) - 3.6k

When Jesse brags about his stamina, you take it as a challenge.

— Interruptions (Thrawn) - 2k

When Grand Admiral Thrawn interrupts your rather mundane meeting, things start to get a lot more interesting.

— The Violet Hour (Thrawn & Maul) - 9.8k

After the Chimaera picks up a rogue ship, you find yourself face-to-face with a piece of your past that you’ve tried so desperately to leave behind.

— Bare My Heart (Cody) - 2k

“I’m not going anywhere,” He reaches for your hand, pulling it away to tangle his fingers in yours, his lips moving to the curve of your thigh. “I’ve got you.”

— Hoping Against Hope (Kino Loy) - 2.8k

There is one way out. And against all odds - he takes it. He comes home.

— a knight and her lady (fennec shand) - 3.7k

You shouldn’t know how to take her apart. It’s not proper, not at your station. If anyone found out, rumors would spread like wildfire. You’d surely be sent home - separated from her.

The Bad Batch x F!Reader

— Utterly Wrecked - 6.3k

Your first time with Wrecker

— NSFW Alphabet & Headcanons - 2.3k

Headcanons for Wrecker

— Hooking Up on the Havoc Marauder - 3.2k

An exploration of how you might spend alone time with the boys on the Marauder

— Remote Play - 1.8k

It's hard not to miss your lover while he’s away... but luckily he’s left you with plenty of distractions.

— Work Song - 3.7k

Howzer considers where his loyalties lie.

— Manual Override - 3.2k

Doesn't anyone knock around here?

#star wars masterlist #wrecker x reader #thrawn x reader #maul x reader #jess writes

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teagrl · 2 years

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Hey! If you're not busy, I'm still somewhat new to the eu and I'm curious. Would you recommend reading all the books after rotj and before njo? What are your favourites and least favourites in that time period (in terms of luke characterization because i love that guy) and are there any books you'd advise a new person to skip?

Aaaa I'm sorry for the delay. I actually think I have a post somewhere laying out what my Luke faves are, but tumblr being tumblr, I have no idea if it's findable.

I think to answer your question, nah I don't necessarily recommend reading all the books after rotj and before njo unless you're a completist although there are some you kind of have to hit to be in the know.

I myself have not read quite a few (*cough* the X-wing books, I know, they're amazing, just I need Luke, man), though I have skimmed them all.

My Luke faves are Truce at Bakura (immediately post RotJ!Luke, so adorable, so impulsive, and his mooning over a Senator chick is great).

Obviously Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor (the best Luke book in the EU).

An honorable mention would go to the unpublished Heart of the Jedi, which as @blue-mint-winter told me kind of connects the dots between Bakura and Mindor.

Following that would be the Thrawn Trilogy, which is what everyone likes. Luke there feels kind of post RotJ even though technically it's five years since then.

I actually like Children of the Jedi's depiction of Luke, tragic romance aside, but people hate it so grain of salt.

I also love Courtship of Princess Leia A LOT, but I understand that Luke's characterization isn't rock solid. There's just so much other delicious stuff going on in that book (Force witches! Matriarchies!) that I can be persuaded to look away.

Least faves go to The Crystal Star which is bizarre.

I also was very disappointed by the Jedi Academy trilogy, which goes hard with the whole Jesus!Luke thing, but I feel like the trilogy is hard to avoid if you're doing the EU. If you want something more palatable (KINDA) then you can try I, Jedi, but Stackpole is only a few notches above KJA. His Luke is overshadowed by his Gary Stu, Corran Horn. Srry2Say.

Darksaber is laughable too, KJA just doesn't get Star Wars, I don't think. Planet of Twilight follows Children of the Jedi, but is less effective imo and forgetable from a characterization standpoint.

The New Rebellion is incoherent. Luke comes off as such a weak character who can't really stand up to (you guessed it) another one of his apprentices gone rogue.

I don't have specific beef with Bride's Corellia Trilogy, but I found it kind of low stakes and boring. The Luke side of it has him joining Lando to help Lando search for a wife, eh. That's where you're going to put Luke? Really?

Black Fleet is boring too and (like New Rebellion) incoherent. In this one Luke is on a wild sheep chase to find his mother, like a whole decade after founding the NJO. He falls for some rando lady telling him his mom was part of some pacifist Force sect. A LOT of weird characterization errors including Luke being flippant over his destruction of the Death Star

That takes us to the Thrawn Duology. Again, you have to hit this one to close the pre njo EU, since big things happen i.e. Luke and Mara get together, but I think the Luke characterization is kind of lazy and unpersuasive.

So to summarize off the top of my head:

Truce at Bakura

(Heart of the Jedi)

Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor

Thrawn Trilogy

JAT (no good, but I think it's worth a skim) or I, Jedi

Children of the Jedi

Thrawn Duology

Am I forgetting something? I probably am. But this is a good starting list, I think. Do ask away whatever and/or share what you find as you read! The EU needs new blood. Thanks for the ask!

#luke skywalker #shut up frangi #the EU

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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Can I request a human f-reader x Thrawn. Reader is a famous HoloNet actor. She is intrigued by Thrawn and flirts with him a bit. He asked her to go to an art gallery with him and she does. I leave the rest to you🙂

You certainly expected some fluff, but instead you'll get Thrawn realizing he needs therapy

Thrawn x f!reader

You wrap a part of your expensive coat over your figure while checking the time.

Any minutes now.

You readjust your sunglasses on your nose, careful to hide your identity. You got so much paparazzi after you lately. Not surprising for an actor of your standing but still as annoying.

Nobody should have followed you to an art museum, you’re more known to frequent the high restaurants and private clubs, not galleries. It should be a breath of fresh air for you, changing you from the daily routine.

The idea comes from the gentleman that you're waiting for, a polite Grand Admiral with blue skin and burning red eyes. He titillated your curiosity, he was truly an oddity in the system, how an alien could have become a Grand Admiral? You desperately wanted to know more, especially considering that he was a new face in this old and familiar gotha, a little bit of fresh blood. He was the only gentleman to not indulge in your cleavage the night of your meeting, which you appreciated and tried to get to know him better, although the press immediately labeled you a man eater for coming after the rising star of the year.

You sigh.

This stupid reputation is impossible to shake off, just because you found a new boyfriend too quickly after a rupture in the eyes of the public. Now every man under the sun expects you to sleep with them and is just waiting for their turn.

Idiots!

But not him.

He just patiently talked to you like he would have done anyone else, explaining his passion for art in minute details. He was calm when he talked to you but you could see the fire of his passion in his eyes as he spoke. You listened to him all night… When you revealed you didn’t know much about art he seemed a bit disappointed, but he smiled when you accepted his proposition to discover the latest art exhibition.

So here you are, waiting on the front steps of a museum with large sunglasses despite the rain, waiting for a mysterious gentleman for a delicate soiree full of knowledge and delicacies.

Or at least you hope.

You shiver with the wind and wrap yourself in your coat. Your stilettos are killing you, but your agent would kill you even more if you were surprised outside not wearing the latest trend of the luxurious brands.

“Lady (F/n)?” ask a deep melodic voice.

You raise your gaze to meet deep red orbs.

“Ah! Grand Admiral Thrawn, you’re right on time!” you praise him.

You check back your chrono, he’s in time down to the second! You blink, incredulous.

“Shall we go inside?” he proposes, offering his arm for support.

He ditched the white uniform for a burgundy turtleneck and white jacket, much more casual and, thankfully, discreet.

You take his arm with a smile, it eases the pain in your feet a bit.

“Yes! And by the way, I’m not a lady, I’m an actress, “miss” would do just fine.”

“But you are a famous actress, some call you a treasure of the cinema. Would it not be impolite to refer to you as anything else than a Lady?”

“Well, you have my explicit permission to refer to me as "miss "."

“Very well.” he nods, understanding.

He guides you inside the Museum with warm light and cold marble. You take off your glasses and hat.

“Is it wise?” he asks, concerned.

“Nobody expects me here, so they won’t see me.” you explain “Plus, out of the two you’re the most noticeable one!” you tease.

“You are probably right, miss.” he smiles lightly.

“So? What are we going to see?”

“You did not investigate the subject of the exhibition?” He raises an eyebrow.

You pout then smile at him, if you were a child you would have stuck your tongue out to him.

“Of course I know, but you were so passionate the other night when you talked about art, I was hoping to ignite the fire again.”

“I am passionate when I speak about art? I always thought I remained calm and collected to not disturb others.”

“You are calm and collected, but something immediately ignited in your gaze when you spoke about it, like a spark of a flame. It was fascinating to see!”

He tilts his head and holds his chin like he’s thinking.

“I never saw myself as fascinating, I am surprised you would define me in those terms.”

“Well it was very much the other night. You spoke all night long, we didn’t change the subject once!” you laugh.

“I… I am sorry if it bothered you. I will try to remain focused tonight.” he says almost pathetically. He seems genuinely surprised to have his demeanor pointed at, even in positive lights.

“Don’t be. I came here to see the art nerd that you can be. Now let’s go!” You grasp his arm firmer and pull him into the gallery.

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He never shuts up.

He always has something to say about a piece.

He’s really lucky you find this absolutely adorable.

Even though, to be fair, you’re not helping him to shut up with all your questions. Each time he finishes speaking you ask something, putting a coin in the machine again and he goes for another 15 to 20 minutes of explanations.

You ask as much because you're curious than because you revel in him talking. He has such a voice… you refrain from biting your lips in front of him.

At some point you sit down on a bench, in front of a painting he’s explaining to you, but you have eyes only on his haughty profile, such majesty in his features, such fineness…

“You are not listening.” he finally lets out.

“I have never been so focused in my life.” you breathe.

“Despite that, you are not looking at the paintings.”

“I have found another piece of art, much more interesting.” you whisper with a sugary voice.

“Really? Where?” he asks with sparkling eyes, looking over the room to find it.

You can’t help but giggle.

He’s so cute.

“I am talking about you, Grand Admiral.” your lips caresses his ear and you put the emphasis on his title.

He turns back to you with… Surprise? Concern? You don’t know but he certainly gots an expression right now.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” you insist.

Maybe he’s just a bit headstrong.

“I do not follow.”

You purse your lips. What? He’s playing with you?

“What do you not follow? You proposed to me on a date in an art gallery and here I am! As you wished! I’m just going with the flow.”

“I…” now he does seem surprised “I wanted to show you the exhibition.”

What is he…

Oh.

Oh….

“You…” you let out “You didn’t… You wanted… You were just interested in the gallery?”

“Yes.”

Ouch.

This one hurts.

You feel the wave of shame of rejection washing over you. You cross your arms to hug yourself.

“I am sorry if you thought it was something else.” He says infuriatingly gently “It never crossed my mind, I-”

“Yes, okay, no need to twist the knife!” you answer abruptly.

He seems taken aback, but you can’t look him in the eyes now.

You’re so embarrassed!

“You do not understand, it didn’t cross my mind because… I do not define myself outside of my work. Such prospects and opportunities… evade me constantly.” He tries to explain.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow. What is he on about?

He seems as embarrassed as yourself, like a deer between headlights.

“I just work constantly to reach my goals. And outside of that my life is empty.” He continues.

You open your eyes round.

“Do you realize how sad that sounds?” you finally ask after a minute of embarrassed silence.

“It hitted me as I spoke, yes.” he simply says, eyes in the void “But that is how it is.”

You would have never imagined that, him who was so full of confidence the other night, seemed like someone with a life full and exciting, meeting people at every corner.

“You have nothing? Absolutely nothing? Not even a friend?” you inquire.

“I do have a friend, several even.” he says quietly.

You’re not convinced at all.

“What do you do all day?”

“I work.”

“And during your leisure times?”

“I work… and go to art galleries”

“You don’t meet people?”

“People rarely want to be disturbed when at a museum, and I am often absorbed by the pieces.”

So it’s none? Nada? Zero? You’re suddenly very worried for him now.

“So you never go to a cinema with your friends? You don’t go on coffee dates? You don’t lounge with a loved one?”

“No.”

“And it doesn’t bother you?” you press him.

“No.” he responds, but it looks like his situation downs on him.

“You-”

You’re silenced by a flash that burns your eyes.

“What the?”

Then suddenly, an armada of flashes crackles around you as you try to protect your eyes.

Paparazzis!

You curse yourself, they find you!

As you're about to shout at them to leave you Thrawn seizes your hand and starts running. You follow him the best you can with your heels through the long corridors of the gallery, you hear the crowd of journalists following, their steps thundering behind you.

Hurry!

You’re being thrown into a dark room with Thrawn following. You hear the army of journalists passing by the door as you try to catch your breath from the sudden sprint. You’re in some sort of space for brooms and vacuums, a staff only area.

“It was an error to come here.” Thrawn finally says, having recovered his stern and calm demeanor. He looks at you with a hard gaze, making you shiver.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“You tricked me. You knew I do not navigate well in politics and took advantage of it.”

“Wha- What are you on about?” you’re completely lost.

“I have heard the Ministry of propaganda is pulling the strings between certain entities of the State to strengthen the message and offer an appearance of coalition to the population. A Grand Admiral and a famous seductress actress on a date must be perfect for them.”

You look at him with round eyes.

So that’s what he truly thought, that you manipulated him to go on a date for journalists to take juicy pictures of two famous figures of the Empire happy together. You’ve heard of that last communication campaign of the Propaganda Ministry, but you didn’t pay it any attention. Now you understand better the enthusiasm of your agent when you told them you had a date with Thrawn.

Maker damn it! How could you have been so blind?

“Listen, I am sorry. I never planned for it to happen, I swear the only hope I had when coming here was to know you better.”

He looks at you like he’s gauging you, but you don’t back down.

“It’s true, I would have not trapped you like that. I know how annoying it can be to have them on your back and having your image manipulated to fit a narrative.”

He raises an eyebrow after a long minute of silence.

“You do not seem to be lying.” he finally admits.

“I am not. I am as surprised as you are.” you insist.

“Alright, I will concede you this point. I-”

He cuts out, grasps your arm again and pulls you against his broad chest, pressing you both against the wall. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when the door opens, letting light enter the dark room, but you’re protected by the back of the door and invisible.

It’s a paparazzi, still looking for you apparently.

“Hey! That is a staff only room, get out!” you hear a voice behind them, and they close back the door leaving you both alone.

You let out your breath, but you don’t budge from your position, pressed against his large chest, maybe a bit cheekily you let your palm on his breast. You feel safe in his arms.

Strangely he doesn’t release you, but he seems too concentrated on the sound of steps out of the room to even realize it, maybe he thinks the danger is not away enough.

You raise your head to admire his profile, his shining red eyes in the dark. You can smell his cologne, a mix of chemistry scents, lavender and honey. He smells really good.

He finally lets you go, looking down at you from his height.

“I am sorry for this abrupt reaction.” he presents his excuses.

“No, it’s nothing. You got really sharp reflexes.” you praise him timidly, a bit intimidated by his stature. “Hum… You know, I can teach you, if you want?” you try.

“What do you mean?”

“To take time for yourself, to relax properly. If you trust me enough, of course…”

It’s been a while since you served such bad pick up lines, but something tells you he won’t pick up on that.

“I told you my life pleased me like that.” he blocks you with.

“Really? You did not seemed that certain back on the bench, in all honesty you seemed more lost than anything else.” you counter.

“It is just-” He says angrily but he instantly calms down.

Clearly he’s not used to having his life dissected like that by someone else, contrary to you.

“I am content with this situation.” he finishes more gently.

“You are content, but are you happy?”

“My happiness does not matter.”

“Wha… Of course it does!” you say furious.

“No, it never has and it never will, my goals are more important.”

“Do your goals take you so much time that you can’t even indulge yourself with a friend?”

“I told you I have friends here.”

“Really, how many?”

“Two.”

You never heard something that sad in a while.

“Let me guess, those plentiful two friends are also your colleagues?”

“Yes.”

You have the sudden urge to shake him violently.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you TRULY hear yourself?”

“I do. But what I fail to understand is why you care so much about my life.” he answers placidly.

“I don’t know?! Maybe because I met a nice gentleman one night and he seemed polite and gentle? And I hoped to know him better? Maybe more? And then he just dumped on me the most heartbreaking situation I ever heard off and he says he’s contempt with it? What I know for sure it’s that if he didn’t clumsily propose to me on a date we would not be in this situation in the first place!” You shout.

He seems to bite the inside of his cheek, looking straight into your eyes.

“It is useless.” he finally says and extends his hand towards the knob of the door.

“WAIT!” you stop him. “Wait. I shouldn't have said that, but you telling me your happiness didn’t matter got to me.” you explain trying to hold him back.

He looks at you once more, gathering the pros and cons of staying with you in this closet.

He finally turns fully to you and clasps his hands behind his back.

“I am listening.”

“It’s just… It’s heartbreaking to hear. How could you say that about yourself?”

“You know nothing of my situation.”

“And nobody will if you don’t let them reach you. Why would you say that? Why would your happiness not matter? You’re a Grand Admiral of the Empire, you have the right to be happy too.”

“It is interesting that you list my standing as a condition, would my happiness not count for you if I was not a Grand Admiral?”

You wince, he’s really gonna fight you on semantics right now?

“What I mean is everyone’s happiness matters. Why yours would not?”

“I already told you, my goals are far more important.”

“But why would one have to clash with the other? Why not reaching your goals and be happy?”

“Maybe my future happiness depends on my success in reaching my goals, did you think of that?”

“What kind of grand goal are you pursuing to neglect yourself like that?”

“Security. Absolute control over the uncertainty of the universe to protect each life from greater evil.”

“For the Empire?

“For everyone.”

“But you do realize it is impossible, right?” You try reasoning him “You will never be able to control each parameter to the degree of perfection needed to provide security as you envision it? You’re just running a race you’re bound to lose.”

“Maybe. It will not prevent me from trying.” He doesn’t let go.

“You will just burn yourself, consuming your soul to complete annihilation. It is not sustainable.”

“Somebody has to.” He simply remarks, but you hear a touch of sadness in his voice despite his clear gaze.

“It doesn’t have to be you.”

“It might as well be. I was the only one worrying about it back there and I am the only one worrying now.”

“Back there?” you remark.

“Forget it! My point is: I am the only one capable of doing it, I am the only capable of carrying the weight of what it entails, I am the only one capable of paying the cost.”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

Now you’re just sad. Does he truly have to bear all of that or did he convince himself he had a higher mission than everyone else?

“Be not mistaken, I am aware of my own capacities and limitations. That is why I am the only one fitting the job.”

“You speak so highly of yourself for someone who looked so shaken back on the bench. Do you have to bear this weight alone?”

“But I am not alone. I have my two friends, or “colleagues” as you called them with an acid tone.”

You purse your lips. He gots the thickest head you ever met!

“Are three people really sufficient to save the universe?”

“I have got a whole system behind me to help me in my quest.”

“And that system will still be here for you once you’re done?”

“It will welcome me back with open arms.”

Welcoming back ? Then he's not talking about the Empire ? Then who ? His people that exiled him ?

"And while you're here ? Who takes care of you ? Who dresses your wounds ? Who hugs you during hard times?"

"I take care of myself. Like I said, I alone can bear the weight of that mission."

"And why do you do it ? For a medal ? For recognition ?"

He shakes his head.

"Sometimes hard work bears its own fruits. I do it because it is necessary."

You lower your shoulders. He doesn't budge whatever you say, you can't get to him.

It's disheartening to see.

“So that’s all? You’re just gonna let yourself fall as long as you win?”

“Who says I am falling?”

“You did, when you negated your own worth as an individual being and right to happiness.”

“Are you not a tad dramatic?”

You pout.

“I’m an actress. That is my job to be dramatic, but that also means I’m good at picking up when someone is masking and playing a comedy.”

“So you hypothesize I am masking and playing a comedy to the rest of the universe?”

“I don’t hypothesize, I affirm it and you’re playing it to yourself.”

He remains silent.

“I don’t know how you manage to do it, but you convinced yourself that your worth was measured by your success in your career and your capacities to carry out your duties…”

He raises an eyebrow without stopping you.

“But that is not how things work, you matter as an individual being and your worth exceeds your success and failures. I don’t know how to tell it for you to take it seriously but you need therapy. A LOT of therapy.”

He holds his chin, pensively.

“Well, we got therapists for post traumatic stress in the Navy.”

You shake your head. Well at least he didn’t outright reject the idea.

“No. It’s deeper than post traumatic stress, you must be carrying that since far longer.”

“Oh, you are a therapist yourself?” He slightly grin.

You give him a black look.

“I’m serious, Grand Admiral.”

“Let us say I follow your advice. I go on therapy and then what? Will you be happy?”

“And then I don’t know. Try gardening, write a book, fuck someone and dump them the next day, try all the coffees of Coruscant, collect dvd’s, find yourself new hobbies. Live for yourself for once.”

“And find new friends?” He teases again.

“Yes! Plenty of friends, build yourself a new system dedicated to your well being.”

“And you hope you will be among them?”

You shrug.

“Why not? You stayed to listen to me in this little closet, why not continue over a beer or a coffee?”

“Well, it is an interesting proposition.” He grins “You got some boldness to suggest a Grand Admiral of the Empire needs therapy and friends.”

You grin back.

“Keep me in your circle and you’ll see what I am truly capable of.”

His grin vanishes as he recovers his collected attitude. You see a touch of pain in his gaze.

“What you suggest will take years of unmaking.”

You extend your hand to him with a comforting smile.

“Taking care of one self is a battle of every moment. And that is why having friends is important, to support you through your inner changes.”

He looks at your hand, considering it.

“Is it a pure proposition, or are you hoping for more?”

You wince, he didn’t lose track of that little point. He’s less clueless than you hoped.

“No, you’re right.” You choose honesty, you don’t want to tell him lies “I have hopes it leads to something more.”

He remains silent once more, lowering his head.

“I can not promise anything.”

“I know, but aren’t you willing to try too? To see for yourself, what life can offer you?” you graze his hand with your pinkie finger.

He opens his mouth to close it again.

“We can start as simple friends, and see where it leads us. Maybe nowhere, maybe to something great....”

“I do not like uncertainty,” he counters.

“It is the spice of life.” You smile comfortingly.“I can accompany you through it.”

He hesitantly takes your hand and you squeeze it. His skin is warm and soft.

“It will be your first step towards a healed self.”

And you oh so gently came to press your lips on his cheek.

He doesn’t reject you.

“Well!” You exclaim “We still have to escape those raptors of journalists.”

“You have a plan?” He asks.

“Trust me, I became a master at escaping them. Follow me!”

And you burst out of the closet together, holding his hand firmly, ready to take up any challenges.

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