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If Not Him, Perhaps Me

Hoooooooo boy! I cannot believe how long it's been. It's almost criminal I've let this go on for so long without an update. I hate doing that...but the ADHD and life decided that just couldn't- which was great (derogatory). However! I am back. Fully, entirely, and totally invested in restarting this series because I still love the idea and want to see it through. I now have an AO3 as well, so I will posting all of the updates and original parts there once I get everything organized.

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But! If you would like to be added or I forgot to add you- since it's been 140000 years- please just let me know! (whether via message or comment)

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader x Luke Skywalker

Summary- After being aboard the Chimera, for who knows how long, you've grown accustomed to the troopers and how things operate, but one thing that just won't become easy is dealing with Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Word Count- 3.5K

Warnings- Mentions of kidnapping, confrontation, angst

Days turned into weeks which, you could only assume, was closely turning into a month. There were no signs of Luke knowing where in the galaxy you might be or even where to begin looking for you. At the earlier stages of your confinement, fear settled in your heart when the thought of being left aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer alone...without Luke, reared its head. Over time though, complete loneliness dissipated and was replaced by the friendly interactions you participated in with a few Storm Troopers that were in charge of your immediate well-being. "Are you ready for your lunch today," a familiar modulated voice echoed through your small confinement as he called your name.

Lifting your head from the notebook given to you a few weeks prior, a sigh escaped your lips. "I don't know, Danver, is it that gross mush stuff again or, will I be allowed to eat normal food for once while here?" Your comment garnered a laugh from the trooper as he opened the cell doors, setting the plate on a table given to you at Thrawn's request.

"Sorry, pal," the soldier replied, his modulated voice still resonating with a smile, "not even we get to enjoy delicacies like that aboard the Chimera."

While scooting yourself off the comfortable cot you currently spent your time nestled in (which too had been replaced at the request of the Grand Admiral after you'd mentioned off-handedly something about neck and back pain), you set aside the drawing book. A look of displeasure crossed your face, "who honestly eats this stuff willingly?" A disgruntled mumble was all the trooper beside you needed to hear, to pat your shoulder assuringly in response.

"Apparently, you do," his laugh caused your shoulders to slump. "Don't act so melodramatic. At least you're the admiral's favorite prisoner," Danver's joke hardly seemed comical to you as the cell forcefield reappeared behind him. "You might be the admiral's favorite person entirely aboard the Chimera, in fact."

A snort escaped from between your lips as you disregarded the boring plate, preferring the growling in your stomach over the same taste of dried fruits and cold meat. "That's real cute, Danver." You quipped, "Next time, why don't you let him know that so maybe I can go home instead of being held captive here."

Raising his hands in defense, the trooper shook his head. "Listen snarky, all I'm saying is that if you complain about something, it changes, and at a good speed too. If you mention that you're bored, you receive gifts to prevent said boredom- again- at a pretty astounding rate. You also have an array of soldiers at your doorstep to keep you company- though that one could be because we all like you," he laughed at the end of his explanation. His words surprised you, the conviction in which he mentioned the favoritism Thrawn had seemingly shown you caught you off guard. Skepticism lurked in your glare at your newfound "friend" as you stole a glance at the journal gifted to you. "Everyone else has mentioned it, not just me. I've just been the first one to say something to you, apparently." He chuckled again at the suspicious look on your face.

"You're laughing, but I don't find the joke funny..." you grimace at the trooper.

"That's because I'm not joking, snarky," Danver responded steadily and even behind the black visor, you could feel his unwavering stare. "Believe it or not, the admiral has taken a liking to you and all of the Chimera crew can tell." And with a salute, the trooper left you with a thousand thoughts swirling.

There was no way someone as stern and withdrawn as Thrawn would have any kind of favorites, at all, let alone aboard the Chimera. He was only using you to get to Luke, that was it.

Though...

Your thoughts drifted to the conversations you'd been having recently. While you couldn't recount exactly how long you had been on the Chimera, you knew it had felt long enough to feel an odd...growth to your chats with Thrawn. He had been what, you guessed, would be considered "kinder" when he spoke directly to you. At times he had even invited you to his office merely to speak about your art or have you critique some other interesting pieces he had gathered over his years of travel. Thinking about it long enough it did seem that you were learning more facets of the Grand Admiral, though nothing about him personally, just...small details that one could only learn about someone from being in their presence enough.

Of course, even under this realization, there was hardly any way you were going to be kind back to him. He was an Imperial Grand Admiral using you to gain control over the rebel cause, 'Over my dead body.' You thought stubbornly to yourself.

If Thrawn wanted to bring the Empire back into power again, he'd have to do it without your knowledge or help. You just hoped he wouldn't catch onto clues about things as easily as he'd seemed to have with your previous art.

Picking at the pages of your journal, you fidgeted in thought.

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"She seems to be acclimating very well, sir," a modulated voice spoke in reply to an earlier command, "the troopers all seem to love her. While the other crew members don't seem to interact with her all that much, when we escort her on her strict walks around the vessel, she keeps to herself and doesn't seem to nose around."

Something about this sudden growing knowledge of how well you had been treating his troopers bothered Thrawn. You'd been aboard the Chimera for going on three months and yet in your constant visits with him you still refused to open up at all, quipping with biting comments and passive-aggressive retorts, even when asked simple questions.

The duality perplexed him. Of course, he understood very well that he had never been known for his social skills, even back in the Ascendancy. Even then he expected that at some point you would see he didn't desire for your entire stay aboard his vessel to be excruciating.

Though at times it seemed you'd rather it be such way.

You were unbearably tenacious.

Difficult to speak with about any subject, and downright defiant at some intervals.

It...astonished Thrawn.

"Captain," the cold, calculating voice finally broke the long growing silence, "tell me, why do you believe our captive is so," he pondered for a moment, "agreeable with you?" The Chiss stopped his journey, to stand before the large sculpture in his office- scrutinizing it.

Silence ensued once more as the Storm Trooper considered the question, "U-Uh...sir?"

Turning only his head to glance over at the soldier standing taut by the door, Thrawn encouraged, "I am simply endeavoring to understand what it is she sees so sociable in my troopers, Captain."

"W-Well sir, it seems to me that since she trusts us to not harm her, we have gained her confidence. She's mentioned how scrutinizing you are about her, she..." The trooper wavered for a moment, "She seems to distrust you, uh, sir."

"I see."

The curt reply concerned the captain, but he remained diligent in his stance.

"You are dismissed, Captain. Thank you for your time." Thrawn returned to look back over at the large statue.

"Y-Yes sir!" The trooper bowed quickly and retreated through the doors behind him.

Left alone in the quiet of his office, the Grand Admiral considered what he’d been told. "She does not trust me, hmm?" He wandered back over to his desk, lowering himself into his seat. "It would seem my efforts have not had their desired result. Perhaps I must attempt something more... suitable."

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"Ya know, I feel like at this point, we could honestly just," you paused dramatically, gesturing for a moment with your hands, "stop wasting our time with these meetings, don't you?"

Thrawn sat idly in his chair, behind his desk, elbows propped up on his desk to steeple his fingers in thought, silently watching you. He'd called you in for another round of conversation at random and it had felt as if all fear had left the atmosphere that surrounded him- now you were just annoyed.

"I feel like we've gone back and forth enough for you to understand that your little gifts?" You lifted the journal he requested you to bring this time, "They aren't going to sweeten me up to you."

"Are you unhappy with the opportunity to practice your art once more?" His sudden question caught you off point as you opened your mouth to continue your tirade, mouth now hanging open dumbly. "Perhaps I have misunderstood your subtle requests then. If you are so displeased with my efforts, then you are more than welcome to return the journal."

Was this guy serious? Was he guilt-tripping you?

Lost for a response, you sat back in your seat, contemplatively. Were you being ungrateful? Had this "warlord of the Empire" truly tried to do something nice for you?

No.

He kidnapped you!

No way!

A small intake of air and the soft rustle of clothing caught your attention and looking back over the desk you saw Thrawn had resumed his casual position in his seat- inclining back a bit, a long leg crossed over the other as he grabbed up his datapad. "I have arranged for you to be transferred into your own personal quarters. Your things are being moved as we speak, please come to me if there is anything out of place. There shall be a set of Storm Troopers at your door to ensure your safety," then his glowing eyes met yours, severe and still unnerving, "and to dissuade your premature and unannounced departure from my ship."

Narrowing your eyes at the admiral, you cocked your head in confusion and irritation. "Wha-?"

"It would seem we have nothing further to discuss," Thrawn interrupted with an oddly soft use of your name, averting his eyes back to the datapad in his hands, "you are dismissed. A trooper outside shall see you to your new space."

Why did he keep interrupting you?!

"But I'm not finished!" You protested heatedly, rising from your seat to place your hands and journal on the desk. Leaning furiously toward the Chiss, "Why are you being so weirdly nice to me? You want information, I know it, but I'll be damned if you think I'm stupid enough to fall for these petty acts of kindness as your method of manipulation."

Your frustration was only met with calm silence, not a shifting of his red eyes, nor a flinch in his body. He seemed thoroughly unimpressed by your outrage. 'How dare he ignore me!' You fumed, gripping the desk edge until your knuckles were white.

"Damn it, Thrawn! I don't care if you're a Grand Admiral of some extinct Empire, I will not be ignored!"

"It would surprise you then, to hear that perhaps I am not manipulating you?" Again with his dumb questions as responses!

That didn't settle your anger any and it seemed as if Thrawn could sense that, as he sat down his datapad, leaned forward, and grabbed the discarded journal from in front of you. "Perhaps", he spoke casually, surveying the worn cover, then before speaking again, met your eyes with what seemed like....warmth? "You have genuinely piqued my inquisitiveness and whether you are connected to a Jedi is no longer an appeal of mine, but rather you are."

An odd feeling settled over you at his gaze. Whereas before Thrawn had only ever seen through you- or so it felt- he was staring...at you now. His eyes seemed to carry the oddest hint of tenderness, maybe? It was something new, something you hadn't seen in his stare before, and you had been the subject of most of his glaring recently.

Even as you stood there, voiceless, the admiral's eyes simply observed you. A warmth spread into your cheeks at his open stare and you withdrew from the desk clumsily, eyes averting to anything else around you.

Were you blushing?

Over Thrawn!

How embarrassing...you were supposed to be furious, not...bashful at such an odd compliment.

Was it a compliment?

Standing from his desk, Thrawn positioned his hands behind his back in his typical way, "Come, allow me to show you to your room then."

Once outside the hall, the Storm Troopers began to follow behind, to which Thrawn coolly discharged them. You were so wrapped up in what just happened in his office, you hardly recognized the confused glances they had given one another. The metal grating below you was suddenly far too fascinating to care about the odd looks of the passing Chimera crew.

The entire walk had been silent, Thrawn never tried to quell any uncomfortable energy you were clearly giving off, he was just...quiet.

That was until the two of you had reached your new room and he greeted the two Storm Troopers already stationed, "Please see that she is satisfied with the room." Thrawn then turned to you, to which you slowly met his glowing eyes. His height was as intimidating as ever, that had never changed. "As I previously mentioned, if you find anything not to your liking, I would request that you address me personally about the matter. You know where my office is by now, I assume?"

"Yes, I do." You quietly replied, nodding meekly.

"Good. Then I shall see you for our next meeting when I call for it." And after handing you off to the guards, the admiral departed down the hall from where the two of you came.

Confusion upon confusion racked up in your mind as you stepped forward, one of the troopers pressing the button to open your door for you. "Weird he brought you here himself, huh?" One of them chimed in as you passed him. Thankfully you recognized the voice and it brought some ease to you.

"Shut up, Arrance, I'm already confused enough." You grumbled, the door sliding shut behind you.

Once you reached for the light, you were shocked to see how...cozy the room actually was. An enormous bed sat in the left quarter of the room, framed by an even larger window that looked out into the starry ocean of space. The bed seemed large enough for four people, fitted with a plush comforter and so many warm-colored blankets it looked like a nest you could crawl into and hibernate for months. The pillows looked just as inviting, their matching covers pulling the colors together beautifully. There was an expansive couch that seemed to go on forever and had nearly as many pillows as the large bed, behind it, butted up against the steel wall, and beside the window sat a desk.

As you explored you noticed that you had a private fresher with everything you could need to pamper yourself, an easel with canvases, paints, and paintbrushes, and a very small kitchenette. Everything.

Thrawn had thought of...everything.

There was nothing this nice aboard the Falcon...

Though, your family was there.

Han and Leia.

Chewie.

R2.

...Luke.

As you sat on the couch, thinking about how much you missed everyone, your heart ached for Luke. Hearing his sweet laugh, feeling his warm touches- as few as they were. And while the room Thrawn had given you was nice...you couldn't help but be reminded of how long you must've been away from the group by now. No one had given you an exact frame of how long you'd been aboard the Chimera, not even Thrawn, but it’s had to be months at this point. Months with still no sign of Luke...

You knew he wouldn't leave you in the hands of the Imperials indefinitely, even if just because you were friends...and nothing more.

Nothing more.

Never more.

Not for a Jedi.

Not for Luke.

Though, that would never stop your heart from yearning for more. Luke meant the world to you and loving him came so easily, especially when that precious smile appeared on his face whenever Han would say something stupid, or Leia would mention something about the twins. His gentleness when it came to those he cared about. His determination and love for others.

Luke was a wonderful man. A strong, compassionate man.

You missed them all so much...

You missed Luke even more.

Maybe they'd come to save you soon.

You just had to hold out hope.

A knock roused you unexpectedly.

You'd fallen asleep?

Of course, you had. The couch was the most comfortable thing you'd relaxed in for weeks- besides that seat in Thrawn's office that was arguably snuggly.

"Oh right..." you mumbled to yourself as you wiped at your tired eyes. You'd forgotten you’d yelled at Thrawn earlier and then he gave you that weird compliment. "What a jerk."

Another knock brought your attention back and you stood to answer it. With a whoosh, you were met with a trooper holding out your journal. How'd he get that? Didn't they move it in with everything else?

"The admiral wanted me to make sure this made its safe return to you." Danver's voice reached your ears and you looked at him confused.

"The admiral?" You echoed curiously.

The nod of his plastoid helmet made everything click back into place, "Yeah. He said you'd left it in his office."

You hadn't left it! That insufferable Chiss had swiped it from you while you were shouting at him! What was with him, anyway?!

You took a deep breath, leveling your irritation, this wasn't Danver's issue. No need to yell at him. No, you’d save that for Thrawn’s next meeting. "Thanks, Danver. I appreciate it."

Muttering a response, he peaked his head in and glanced around with a whistle, modulator crackling slightly from the sound. "He really did give you the best quarters on the ship. That's nuts."

"I'm sorry?" You responded.

Danver moved to stand out of the doorway once again, "word's been going around that the admiral moved you to the nicest room, aside from his, on the Chimera." He chuckled in good humor, "Looks like they weren't lying. Now you really can't argue with me that you're his favorite, huh?" With a nudge to the arm, the captain left after a farewell, the door sliding shut.

You blinked a few times, trying to process what he’d said. It took a moment, but in stunned silence you walked over to slouch into the bed, the journal still in hand. "What the hell is happening?" You muttered, opening up the pages aimlessly, trying to comprehend the last few hours or so of the day.

Thrawn had allowed you to yell at him, instead meeting you with a very oddly placed compliment.

He then gave you, what Danver called, the best room on the Chimera- after having shouted directly at him.

What in the galaxy was going on?

Then your eyes caught something out of place as you flipped through the filled pages, "huh?" Annotations had been made on one of your drawings of a Storm Trooper- coincidentally, Danver- speaking to what seemed to be another person not pictured on the page. The script looked familiar and you realized why quickly after reading the comments.

It was Thrawn's handwriting.

'Captain Danver's plastoid chest piece has a notch or two more than you have decided to add here. Though overall I find your attention to detail praiseworthy. Not many see things as you seem to. The way you've drawn him, opting to illustrate him speaking with a fellow trooper, shows your level of personal esteem for him. Your art is beautiful, your talent is unmatched. Please, continue, I would like to see more.'

Snapping the journal shut and throwing it on the floor, cheeks hot, you curled yourself into the cozy blankets "Stupid Chiss."

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madelgard · 1 year

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Hi! I've gotten very into the Motti/Jerjerrod ship because of your fics, so I wanted to ask: how did you start shipping them? I'm very sold on the pairing now, so I was curious how you discovered it if you don't mind sharing!

Good question, and thank you for the ask! The answer to this is LONG so uh please enjoy this essay under the cut.

👇👇👇 ship discourse below 👇👇👇

WHY YOU SHOULD SHIP CONAN ANTONIO MOTTI & TIAAN JERJERROD, THE HOTTEST IMPERIALS YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF

While I've written a lot of Motti/Jerjerrod and have developed quite a few headcanons for their families, personal histories, etc., for the purposes of this post I am sticking to as much canon info as possible. Although their screen time is limited in the original trilogy, there's enough one-off references or minor background appearances in other Star Wars media to give you a solid understanding of who they are as characters, and why their chemistry would be absolutely volcanic.

CANON BACKGROUND INFO: CHARACTER SIMILARITIES

Extreme Wealth: both men are from families who are absolutely loaded. Jerjerrod in particular seems to be from some level of planetary aristocracy.

Navy Men: Jerjerrod is a Rear Admiral in the Navy before being catapulted to the Moff posting, and Motti likewise is a Naval officer.

Death Star Link: both commanded the Death Stars—Motti for the DS-1, Jerjerrod for the DS-2. Also, Jerjerrod helped design the first Death Star, so we have a canon basis for him interacting with Motti there.

High-ranking Naval officers at very young ages: in A New Hope, Motti is an Admiral and also commander of the DS-1 on the sunny side of his 30s (the actor was 31). Likewise, when Motti is commanding the first Death Star, Jerjerrod is right there with him as a Rear Admiral (again, a good basis for them canonically interacting) and he's also in his very early 30s as well:

From the novel Tarkin, by James Luceno (2014).

Both men are members of the hyper-exclusive Joint Chiefs (see above excerpt), which is (per Wookieepedia) the executive group that advised the Emperor on all martial-related matters. Here they are at work:

Force Choke Buddies: Both Motti and Jerjerrod are the only two officers to be choked by Vader on-screen and survive. Narrative parallels my beloved.

Clever Boys: Based on the fact that both Motti and Jerjerrod have ascended the ranks so rapidly, in postings that were probably based mostly on merit (i.e., I would assume a nepotism hire in the Empire gets a big fuckoff war ship and a posting in the Outer Rim, maybe, but you’re not putting him on the Joint Chiefs where he can do REAL damage on a galactic scale, nor would you put Idiot Cousin Cleetus in charge of the Death Star if he couldn’t cut it), we can therefore extrapolate that they are very clever/capable in their respective fields. Jerjerrod is a textbook overachiever and Motti is a pain in the ass who's naturally skilled at warfare; put them in the same room and watch them row until they're breathless.

They’re Hot Actually: This is more of an aesthetic focus but hey, we can be shallow: they’re both six feet tall (going off the actors here—Wookieepedia has an absolutely insane level of incorrect body stats for minor characters) and, in my (correct) opinion, very good looking. Tall, hot, rich, entrenched in the upper echelons of a sci-fi fascist military organization—what’s not to love?

EVIDENCE OF HOTNESS

Michael Pennington (Tiaan Jerjerrod)

Richard LeParmentier (Conan Antonio Motti)

CANON BACKGROUND INFO: DIFFERENCES WHICH GUARANTEE SEXUAL TENSION

I. NAVAL EXPERTISE:

Motti is an active wartime commander. He’s mean, he’s aggressive, he’s a spiked cog in the Imperial war machine. There’s a surprisingly rich amount of canon info (though a lot was lost in Legends, sadly) on how Motti is King Dick of Fuck Mountain:

From Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Warfare Author's Cut, Part 11: "Serving the Empire"

Jerjerrod, in contrast, is NOT at home commanding a fleet in the field of war. He’s…well, a nerd. He’s a mathematically minded technocrat with a blue-blooded pedigree and a habitual uneasiness in the face of danger. Shove a blaster at Motti and he’ll blow your head off. Shove a blaster at Jerjerrod and watch him flounder.

Seriously, we know that Jerjerrod (1) wanted to design starships, which is why he joined the Navy—it’s the engineering and architectural work that calls to him, not warfare, and (2) he’s interested in The Finer Things, like his art vault that’s definitely not filled with erotic art of handsome men and fancy jewels, which were hilariously burgled in canon:

From the Star Wars Databank. “suffered the indignity,” god. Can he be any more dramatic? (yes)

II. CORE WORLDS VERSUS OUTER RIM:

Conan Antonio Motti is from Seswenna, in the Seswenna sector (where Tarkin’s homeworld of Eriadu is located). This sector is the wealthy carve-out in the Outer Rim, where the big money families who don’t live in the Core are located.

Tiaan Jerjerrod is from Tinnel IV (also called “Tinnel”) in the Quanta sector, which is in the Core and notably conservative as a planet. So you get the contrast of culture/values here: the Core is stifling, plummy, oppressive and rigid in its customs and laws; and the Outer Rim is…laxer. There’s a sort of muggy languidness going on out in the more distant slice of space, and it seems to be reflected in the characterization we get for these (extremely) minor Imperials.

III. DIFFERING PHYSIQUES:

Ok so this isn’t “canon background info” so much as “canon physical info about the actors” but I would be remiss if I did not point out that, while both Motti and Jerjerrod are equally tall, Motti is…a lot wider. Jerjerrod has an excellent set of shoulders but he’s absolutely a long lean line compared to Motti. I mean, just look at them in turtlenecks:

Willowy Aristocrat next to a Certified Big Boy. Perfection.

IV. CONTRASTING PERSONALITIES:

What we see of Motti in A New Hope and subsequent media is a man who is arrogant, loud, and prone to saying exactly what he wants to, consequences be damned. He is not tactful; he’s bold and aggressive (which fits his inexplicable American accent, by the way; he’s a cowboy, he’s shooting from the hip, he’s in your face with his hot opinions and you cannot hit the ‘lift button fast enough to run away from him).

Seriously, just look how Motti canonically exercises as an example of his obnoxious alpha-male personality (btw this is the single gayest piece of writing in all of Star Wars):

From the novel Death Star, by Michael Reaves and Steve Perry (2011). “Stripped to a speed-trap and drenched in his own sweat” sure is…something. (If you’d like to read about Jerjerrod losing his marbles over Motti’s speed-strap I have conveniently written a story here).

Jerjerrod in contrast is…well, arrogant as well, it seems, with how dismissive he is of Vader. But he’s snippy, and passive-aggressive in a way Motti is not. He also seems to choose his words far more carefully, and he’s noticeably fearful in a way other officers don’t appear to be (which makes sense, given he’s been a desk admiral his entire career until we see him thrust center-stage as commander of the DS-2 in RotJ; he's uncomfortable so he's getting nervy and whiny).

The rough draft of RotJ does a great job at showing what an absolute passive-aggressive bitch Jerjerrod can be. Witness (also he's a Grand Moff in the draft, which is neat on its own):

Jerjerrod is a sort of unholy mix of star mathlete and head cheerleader, whereas Motti is a jock in charge of a fleet of warships. Naturally they should bang, and also marry each other.

V. THE CHOKING SCENES:

A great example of their contrasting/complimentary personalities is in their respective choking scenes.

CONTRASTING:

Motti is choked and he takes it like a man:

Jerjerrod is choked and he looks like a hamster being squeezed too hard:

COMPLIMENTARY:

Motti is freed from the Force choke, and he looks to be seconds away from standing up and starting another fight.

Jerjerrod is freed from the Force choke, and he gets a really snide attitude about it as well (witness the hips), but of course unlike Motti he’s going to tactfully retreat. Like Motti, he's going to go back to his room and bitch about the AUDACITY of this workplace assault, probably while soaking in the tub.

So yeah, you can easily envision these two in a Joint Chiefs meeting arguing back and forth, the air is electric, everyone is uncomfortable, and the sexual tension is high enough to throw off the artificial gravity generator.

TL;DR

This is getting too long, whoops. Tl;dr: here’s why the Motti/Jerjerrod ship is so great:

Motti and Jerjerrod are a study in contrasts: two men on essentially equal footing as to height, wealth, and power, but radically different in their personalities—fire and ice, red oni and blue oni, however you want to put it. They’re foils in some ways and truly complimentary in others. Let them poke and prod and obsess, let the sexual tension boil over until they’re drowning in it, and let them go at each other like cats in heat. They deserve it.

📝✍️Fics 📝✍️

While I would recommend perusing the entire tag (over 150 fics!), these are some helpful introductory fics:

Collections

Imperial Entanglements by madelgard - individual, unconnected oneshots ranging from the Cadet Era through the original trilogy, serving as a useful crash-course to the ship.

Imptober 2023 collection by @alex-dax - 31 oneshots with many ships represented, including a lot of stellar Motti/Jerjerrod. Very steamy collection of fics, with a focus on explicit smut and intense, tender emotions.

The Phantom Imptober by @shakespeareaddict - multiple pairings are in this oneshot collection, including several gorgeous Motti/Jerjerrod pieces. Special shoutout to the bootlicking oneshot *cough*

Connected Series

Basic Training: The Naval Academy Years by madelgard - a connected series tracking Cadet Tiaan and Cadet Conan falling in love and getting together in the Naval Academy era.

Csillan Nights by @alex-dax - Thrawn takes his motley crew to Csilla, Remnants-era. Also includes some phenomenal Motti/Jerjerrod/Thrawn shipping. Extremely hot series, go read it right now.

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