#mitt'raw'nuruodo

[starsinmylatte]

They really dropped animated young Thrawn in the first few days of Autism Awareness month and thought we wouldn’t notice, huh?

#lyria rambles #Disney said I know what these neurodivergent bitches want #it’s me #I’m neurodivergent bitches #thrawn #blue man hot #mitthrawnuruodo #mitt'raw'nuruodo #Star Wars #tales of the empire

[masterjedilenawrites]

Broken Wings - Part Two

What's this? A second chapter one year after the first? More fic writing from me in the same week? Idk guys, I'm just riding the motivation wave as far as it'll take me...

Thrawn x pilot!reader | 2.5k words

Content warnings: Cursing, only a little Thrawn/reader interaction (slow burn anyone?), also I gave the reader tattoos for funsies

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Hangar 12 was massive. Not even the largest rebel hideout could equal this space you found yourself in. TIE fighters hung from their docks in the ceiling while larger transport ships were lined neatly along the slick floors. And there was still plenty of room to spare. Room to reconfigure the ships in a thousand different formations and never run the risk of them crashing into each other.

Thus, the set up of a little podium and rows of chairs in the middle of the hangar was comical. It looked like furniture for a dollhouse. The pilots milling around the chairs seemed tiny, too, the details of their faces and flight suits barely remarkable when compared to the expanse of metal and space surrounding them.

You stood by one of the entrances to the hangar, having just emerged from a hallway into the location you were instructed to be in this fine morning. Well, a biological morning, anyway. Here there were no suns, no atmospheric skies with clouds or stars, no indications of whether you should be awake or at rest. Here, time did not exist. The viewport at the end of the hangar boasted of a vast outer space, likely deep within the Empire's control, far from the places you were used to. And yet, it still stirred that itch within you, the desire to go into it. To explore. To fly.

"Oh good, you've made it."

A flash of blue and white appeared in your periphery. You quickly closed your eyes, as if by not seeing him, he couldn't see you in return. You'd been dreading this moment, but your damned curiosity compelled you to show up anyway.

"I will introduce you to your squadron," Thrawn spoke to you anyway, not commenting on your lame attempt to hide from the situation. "They are among the Empire's best pilots, though still not close to your level of expertise. For now you will set the standards for their training, help them understand what is required. But I expect to see intensive training within the cockpit soon."

There was a pause before he spoke again, one simple, inquiring word. "Captain?"

You opened your eyes. Everything from before was still there: the ships, the tiny pilots, the viewport into darkness. But now added to the view was the imposing form of the Grand Admiral, looking down at you with those piercing red eyes, waiting for you to agree to being on board.

"I didn't realize titles transferred across war lines," you said in response.

Thrawn did not seem phased by the venom you put behind your words. Or perhaps you hadn't put in enough for him detect. You weren't exactly in pique form at the moment, your body still feeling like it'd been wrung through a trash compactor a few times. The rest and rehab you'd received the day before was far from rejuvenating your fighting spirit.

"The goal is to have you become Flight Commander for the squadron. But we'll retain your title of Captain for now, until you prove yourself. Even if it creates more paperwork for my staff."

He nodded slightly behind you and you turned to find a few officers standing nearby.

"This is Officer Amara Tilde, the fleet's logistics liaison. And Sergeant Lou Mam, from the Chimaera's tactical division. They'll be overseeing the training and provide assistance where needed."

While you were arguing against the small voice in your head that sounded strangely like your mother's, telling you to be polite and smile or nod at the two in acknowledgement, Thrawn continued.

"But for all intents and purposes, the squadron will report to you. As their leader."

"Like it or not," you heard Sergeant Mam mutter under his breath.

If Thrawn also heard, he ignored it, instead turning to indicate he was ready to proceed with this grand plan of his. "If you are ready, Captain, we'll begin."

"And if I'm not ready?" you couldn't help but ask.

One corner of Thrawn's mouth twitched upward. "Then you'll have roughly a hundred meters to gear yourself up, Captain."

And with that, he set off, striding confidently into that dark and massive hangar, his staff members falling in to flank him on either side. You found your feet guiding you to follow along, making you ponder with each step what you were doing here and how you could possibly get free.

"At attention!" called out Sergeant Mam as they approached the group of pilots.

There was a rustle of boots, with a small squeak or two, as the pilots hurried into proper standing positions in front of their chairs. Thrawn and his two officers strode past them toward the podium, but you chose to hang back just behind, out of view. For one, you were still in denial and any little thing you could do to delay the inevitable, be it closing your eyes or pausing in your steps, you would shamelessly do. But for another, that short trek from the door to the middle of the hangar already had you beat. Your body had not fully healed from your crash just a few days ago, and what little rehab you'd done so far to gain mobility back did not prepare you even for a walk. Your body felt flushed, heated, and you were pathetically out of breath.

"At ease," the Sergeant stated as he took his place behind the podium. Thrawn and the other officer stood off to the side, the former giving you a questioning look that you didn't know how to answer from this distance.

The pilots relaxed into their chairs at the command.

"As you all know, you have been selected as the top graduates from the Academy to serve in this special training unit aboard the ISD Chimaera...."

As the Sergeant spoke, you couldn't help but unzip the top of your flight suit and shake at the fabric a bit, trying to get a breeze onto your sweating skin.

"Training?" one of the pilots interrupted, apparently interpreting the at ease command a little too loosely. "We were told Special Forces Unit."

"Indeed, you will become a force to be reckoned with. But first we must train you to get there."

There were grumbles and whispers but you weren't focusing too much on the scene. You still felt too hot. Confined. Trapped. Screw it, you thought, and pulled the zipper all the way down and shimmied out of the sleeves. The top of your suit now hung at your waist, leaving your top half in only a black tank top. Your tattoos would be showing now, as well as the many bruises and barely-scarred wounds you'd recently sustained. Even amongst the rebel forces you'd be considered indecent. But at least you now felt just a little freer.

"With all due respect, sir," another pilot spoke up, "we already received our training, at the Academy."

"Yeah," a third chimed in. "We're enlisted soldiers now. Not cadets."

"And not only that, we're the best," said another. "You said it yourself. Top of our class. What else could we possibly have to learn?"

You couldn't see their faces but you could hear their smirks. Oh, these were cocky SOBs. Something stirred in you at their behavior, very similar to the feeling you got whenever you looked up at the sky or out the viewport into space. In fact, one could argue the two feelings often went hand-in-hand. You had an insatiable desire to fly, yes, but also to prove others wrong. These smug pilots, fresh from the Academy, with their clean suits and fresh haircuts, thought they were on top of the world. But they didn't know what it was like to be in an active war zone. To feel pressure in the cockpit. To be faced with impossible decisions. They had a lot left to learn.

Thrawn chose this moment to step forward, and the murmuring of the crowd quieted down.

"The Academy has prepared you well enough," Thrawn addressed them with that quiet confidence you'd already grown used to. "But we can no longer afford to settle for only enough. The Rebels are growing in their strength and number, and most importantly, in their skill. Do you know who the best fighter pilot is at the moment?"

There was a silence as the pilots looked around to each other. One happened to catch you from the corner of his eye. He frowned in confusion at your presence before turning back around.

"A Captain in the Rebel forces," Thrawn answered his own question, following it up with your name. There was murmuring as some seemed to recognize the name. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered that your reputation preceded you.

"Can any of you confidently say you are better than her?" Thrawn threw out another question but this time didn't wait for a potential response. "No. You are not the best. But, you can be trained by the best. And then there may be hope for the Empire yet."

The pilot who'd noticed you before swung back around to look at you, starting to piece two and two together. You figured this was about as good a time as any to finally push yourself forward.

The whispers returned as you came into view, shuffling amongst seats to get a better look at your disheveled appearance. Or perhaps just your presence in and of itself. They were in as much disbelief as you were over the situation.

One pilot was a little slower than the others and called out, "Who the hell is this?"

Thrawn cooly responded, "The best," before stepping back to give you room.

You took in a deep breath, mostly to get your panting under control, and a little to calm the nerves. You were surrounded by enemies, you reminded yourself. These pilots meant nothing to you. You had nothing to prove to them.

And yet, the itching inside continued.

"Is this a joke?" You recognized the voice as the first pilot who had spoken up. He was a handsome guy, round face and clear skin. His smirk was as mischievous as you'd pictured it earlier.

"I wish it were," you said, hating how your voice betrayed your physical exhaustion.

The pilot didn't seem to know how to respond to that, so the one sitting next to him spoke up instead.

"So you're telling me this Rebel twat knows more about flying than we do?" She seemed to be questioning one of the officers or Thrawn himself, but her eyes were fixed on you.

"There's no need to be vulgar, Heva," the one who'd noticed you earlier spoke up, albeit in a soft tone. "She is the best..."

"For a Rebel," Heva scoffed, settling back in her seat with arms crossed. "Which isn't saying much, now, is it?"

You desperately wanted to scratch the itch, to put these MF-ers in their place, but you'd need to pace yourself. Battles weren't won in a day, as you unfortunately knew firsthand.

"Test me," you said, straightening up a little.

This earned you a mix of snorts and incredulous smirks.

"Alright," Heva sniffed. "How do you reprogram a misaligned targeting system mid-flight? Smoke is coming from the underside of a TIE starfighter cockpit, what has been damaged? Do you use concussion missiles or proton torpedoes against a particle shield?"

You noted her questions were specific to Imperial tech, things you would likely not know about. But even if you did, they were hardly the most important things to be quizzed on, so you didn't feel particularly demeaned like she probably hoped.

You hummed. "I confess, I don't know."

Heva wore a self-satisfied grin while a few snickered around her.

"Now let me ask you something," you continued, not letting them enjoy their petty victory for long. "You're flanked between two enemy crafts and no wiggle room on either side. Ahead is a building, or some other obstacle, where impact would be fatal. What do you do?"

Some of the pilots seemed to be considering the question while others, like Heva and the pretty boy next to her, were more reluctant to play along.

"How far away?" asked the soft-spoken one.

You looked out across the hangar. "Let's say... from here to the viewport. A hundred meters?"

"Wait them out" said the pretty pilot, and it was then you noticed he had some chewing gum in his mouth, further accentuating his blasé attitude. "The enemy craft won't risk a collision either. As soon as they peel off, you follow."

"They're Rebels," you pointed out. "Some of the crazier ones. Flyers who know how to bank last minute and won't let you breathe for an inch. You can wait to bank with them, but if you're even a hair's length out of sync, you'll collide."

"Pull up sooner," someone shouted out.

"Collision," you asserted. "They're flanking, not mirroring. You won't fall far enough back before they do, too."

"Alright then, Best Pilot in the Galaxy," sneered Heva. "What do you do? Or are you trying to use a trick question to make yourself sound smarter?"

You took in a measured breath to maintain your composure. "You drop. Kill the engine, drop a few meters, fire it back up in time to bank."

There were even more scoffs and snorts than before.

"That's not... you can't..." the soft-spoken pilot's face was screwed up in deep thought, trying to make sense of your outlandish idea. "I mean, the physics of it alone... How could you even calculate the timing of it?"

"A situation like that, there's no calculating," you agreed. "There's no recalling a classroom lesson or reciting a manual. There's only feeling."

You hadn't exactly held their respect before, but now you'd really lost them. You were preaching about feelings, to a crowd who didn't think they needed to be taught anything in the first place. The looks on their faces, the not-so-polite words they were sputtering at a not-so-subtle volume, were proof they found you ridiculous.

You risked a glance back at Thrawn, whose expression was deadpan and gave away nothing of how he perceived this whole exchange. Not that you needed his approval. But he'd staked a lot in this plan of having a captured Rebel pilot teach an Imperial squadron; you were nervous about the consequences of failing him.

Your gaze shifted from his apathetic eyes to a starship just behind him. A TIE Interceptor by the looks of it. There wasn't much you envied about the Empire, save for this one vessel. The itching intensified; you were practically chomping at the bit now that the idea popped into your mind. A way to kill two birds with one stone.

You steeled yourself with another breath and turned back to face your disgruntled audience.

"...it's just not possible," someone was saying.

"It is possible." You raised your voice to be heard over their ruckus. Whatever fatigue your body had been suffering was now muted as adrenaline began to ramp up inside you. "I've done it before."

This hushed them up a bit, though skepticism was still written across their features. You couldn't help but grin in response.

"Would you like me to do it again?"

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[sosooley]

you have a new message

beautiful twi'lek women, too bad Thrawn doesn’t care

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implied Gilad Pellaeon

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[julesdraws]

fem!thranto i did itttttttttttt

also played /w the colors whaaaaaaa tried to switch vibes kind of???

(this will appeal to like such a niche audience lol)

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[hobbitinthetardis]

"they're probably thinking about other girls..."

"ahsoka and luke have met in canon and have probably discussed anakin at some point has leia met ahsoka since she's more adverse to the fact that vader is her bio father she probably wouldn't be too thrilled to be told stories about anakin has luke heard clone wars tales have luke and ahsoka trained together has luke told ahsoka about his experiences does luke know about the search for ezra and thrawn and that there is another jedi out there how much have they bonded—"

#head so full #star wars #tbobf spoilers #tbobf #the book of boba fett #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano #leia organa #ezra bridger #thrawn #mitt'raw'nuruodo #kats.txt

[kyber-erso]

go read this fic

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[naerwenia]

You would do that? With me? ✨❤️

#thrawn meme #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitt'raw'nuruodo

[danger-xylophones]

Between a Blaster and a Dead Man Part 2

warnings: life or death situation, hostage situation, reader is held at gunpoint, a shootout, swearing, blood, protective thrawn, fighting, minor character death,  reader shoots someone, disassociation, vague reference to PTSD 

This half does contain smut however there will be a link to it for those that wish to read the story but aren’t here for smut.

18+ minors dni

Part 1, Part 2 (you are here), Part 2.5 (WIP)

*Masterlist*

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“I suggest you step away from my wife.” The sentence rolled from Thrawn’s lips like lava: dangerous, slow, and incredibly mesmerizing. It charged the air with fear and allure, commanding your attention either way. It was almost enough to make you forget the precarious situation you were still in. 

Your eyes moved away from the fire in Thrawn’s face to the unfeeling metal of the blaster in his hand that was still aimed at Jek’s head. You could feel every twitch of the muscles in Jek’s forearm that was still pressed against your throat. Although no longer cutting off your air, it still pinned you to him. You waited with bated breath to see what the brunette would do. 

“Now, Jek.” Thrawn hissed, your captor’s name tacked on like a slur. Behind Thrawn, you could see the handful of warriors he’d brought readying their own blasters. 

The seconds ticked by at an agonizing pace as you waited for the next move. 

There was a click behind you, Jek’s grip started to tighten, you moved your arm forward. 

You brought your arm back, elbowing Jek as hard as you could in the stomach at the same time a blaster fired. Jek let out a pained cry and released you. You jumped forward and dove towards Thrawn who readily caught you around the waist and shepherded you behind him. Now safely out of reach of the brown-haired man, you were able to see the aftermath of your escape. 

Jek was lying on the ground, groaning, one arm wrapped around his abdomen and the other clutching at his shoulder facing Tal. You glanced between Thrawn and the twi’lek and noticed the slight smoking trail emanating from Tal’s blaster. Thrawn’s attention shifted from Jek to Tal and he raised his blaster again as if to shoot the twi’lek. You latched onto his arm and pulled down, “No, Thrawn, not Tal. He helped me.” Tal’s eyes grew wide at the sight of Thrawn’s blaster aimed right between his eyes. In a flash he dropped the weapon and raised his hands as a rapid string of jumbled huttese slipped from him - too garbled for you to even attempt a translation. 

“After he injured you.” Thrawn’s cool voice answered, icy and piercing. Slightly startled, you brought one hand away from his arm to gently dance over the large welt on the side of your head from Tal’s blaster. 

Your face screwed in pain as the injured area throbbed as an unpleasant reminder that you needed to make sure you didn’t have a concussion. “Yeah, well, we’ve moved past that.” You snapped as you flinched away from your own hand. Reaching out again, you forced Thrawn’s arm down. “And I consider him helping me escape a good enough apology for smacking me.” 

A groan sounded from the floor, breaking the growing tension as all of your heads snapped towards the man lying on the floor. Fear spiked in your stomach. Jek was reaching for Tal’s discarded blaster. Even though he was currently indisposed, you knew Jek was still capable of damage. 

You snatched Thrawn’s blaster and fired one round - right into the back of Jek’s skull. His forehead met the durasteel with a deafened thunk, his body twitched once, and then he lay still. 

A beat passed where no one moved and you felt your eyes lose focus. You were vaguely aware that your breathing had picked up speed. He’s dead. Jek was dead. 

Your body jerked forward as it sprang back to life. There was a comforting weight on your shoulder. Letting go of the blaster with one hand, you reached up to hold the one resting on your shoulder. You clung to it, feeling the dips and lines so familiar to you. There was the press of a large, warm expanse against your upper back and a puff of air over your ear. “Breathe.” Thrawn’s voice, ever calm and smooth spoke into your ear. Closing your eyes, you took in a low, steady breath and released it through your mouth. “Good.” Thrawn hummed and gently pulled you to the side. You were aware of Thrawn moving around you, his hands clasped your biceps as he continued to quietly instruct you through calming down. “May I have the blaster?” His voice danced over your face, warm and alluring. You nodded and felt his hand whisper down your arm before taking the cold weapon away. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you finally opened your eyes. 

Thrawn was returning his blaster to its holster just as your eyes flicked open. You watched for a moment, transfixed by his lithe fingers that seemed to waltz over the grey metal of his weapon - the blue so stark against the black of his uniform. 

Noticing your stare, Thrawn flicked his eyes back up to you. “Are you alright, my love?” 

You nodded once, more resolute than you truly felt. “I’m fine now. Sorry.” 

“There is no need to apologize, beloved.” The deep red of his eyes was mesmerizing, like a pair of beacons leading you home. You would have shied away from their intensity for fear of being burned had their glow not been so comforting. “This has been a stressful day for you,” he stepped closer, his hands gently clasping your hips, “I am not surprised that you reacted in such a way.” 

You racked your brain for some form of a response but nothing surfaced so you settled for resting your head against his chest. Thrawn’s heartbeat, steady and sure, filled your ears. You envied him sometimes. He never let the pressure get to him. Life or death didn’t seem to matter, he always remained calm. It made you wonder how you ever made it as a bounty hunter before meeting Thrawn. 

...Before settling down. 

“Thrawn?” He hummed, grip shifting to cradle the back of your head. “Did...did you really call me your wife?” 

He pulled away from you but did not let you go. The hand that had been on the back of your neck glided along your jaw before he took your chin in between his fingers. “I did. I apologize if that was too presumptuous of me. I thought it would be the appropriate term that would convey just how severe Jek’s consequences would have been had he not stepped away from you.” 

Your face screwed in agitation at his verbose nature. Thrawn’s face started to darken - caught. “And the idea of marriage may have been on my mind.” Thrawn averted his gaze and a grin spread over your face. Warmth seemed to spread throughout your body, making the last of the shakiness you felt disperse. 

“When you’re ready,” you began, reaching up to cup his face, “my answer will be yes.” Quickly, you pressed a light kiss against his cheek before pulling away at the sound of footsteps. 

One of the warriors that had accompanied Thrawn rounded the corner, her face stony and her posture rigid. “Captain,” she began in Cheunh, “we have finished sweeping the ship. It appears that Tal and Jek were alone.” She turned towards you next. “We recovered the intel you gathered from the computer. The mid-captain has requested you work on a translation into Sy Bisti.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and marched back the way she came. 

A part of you had to suppress a shiver at the warrior’s intensity. It was a trait shared by most of the Chiss but it still never failed to unnerve you. You were distracted from the retreating warrior by the steady press of Thrawn’s hand against your upper back. “Come,” he commanded as he led you back ‘round the corner, “I will need your help speaking to Tal.” 

“You didn’t hurt him did you?” You asked, slightly worried about what he’d ordered for the twi’lek while you were out of it. 

“No,” Thrawn conceded, ducking his head to not bump it on the doorframe, “I did not. You asserted that he was now your ally and I respected that.” You fell into silence broken only by the sound of your footsteps against the durasteel floor and the soft puffs of breath slipping from both of you as he led you deeper into the ship. 

After some time spent carefully translating Tal’s shaky huttese and explaining the arrangement between the two of you, the twi’lek was allowed to leave with the ship mostly intact but the records of where it had gone wiped before returning to the Republic. And above all, he was not to mention what had transpired aboard his ship that led to the death of Jek. As far as the hutts were supposed to know, Jek crossed Tal, Tal put two bullets in him, and cashed in. No sign of the hutt’s missing bounty hunter. Tal agreed to the Chiss’s terms for him and happily handed over the other records from his ship that you hadn’t already recorded before bidding you goodbye. 

You watched from the viewport on the bridge of the Springhawk as Tal’s ship vanished into the inky blackness of space never to be seen again. It felt like you could finally breathe. You waited, listening to the sounds of the crew readying the ship to leave. The whirs and clicks of rousing machines provided a good buzz that drowned out your thoughts.

The ship jolted beneath you as it made the jump to hyperspace and your eyes were flooded with swirling blue. But you paid little attention to it until you felt hands resting just above your elbows. Together, they pushed your arms in as Thrawn’s grip became heavier. More comforting as he wrapped you in your own hold. Again there was the press of his chest against your upper back. The various layers of his armor slightly poked at your skin. “Beloved,” he spoke warmly into your ear, “you need to rest.”

Shaking yourself from your dwam, you craned your neck up to look into the cinnabar hellfire of his eyes. He reached up his fingers to delicately sweep them across your forehead which caused your eyes to flutter at the whispering touch. You leaned back into him, head resting just below his collarbone.

A soft rumble slipped from him, unmistakably a laugh at your eagerness for his attention. “Come, my love.” With a gentle tug at your arm, he guided you along.

“I can’t rest yet,” you started to protest as Thrawn led you away, “I haven’t even started translating-“

“Samakro’s translation can wait.” Thrawn cut in. “Do not make me order you.” He added in his (what you called) “Captain voice”.

You snickered. “You don’t command me, love.”

Suddenly, the world was a blur. Your back met a wall and you found yourself gazing up into Thrawn’s shadowed face. His eyes truly glowed, casting the slightest rosy tint on the apples of his cheeks. “Don’t I?” His voice rumbled like distant thunder, striking you speechless.

Like wax dripping from a candle, warmth started to ooze through your veins making you feel flushed and tense. Thrawn’s eyes flickered over you, taking you in before deciding his next move. Achingly slow, Thrawn propped himself up on his forearm with one arm while the other brought his hand to the side of your face. Methodically, he traced the contours of your face - every bump or divot, scar or beauty mark was graced by the loving whisper of his exploratory finger. “You are precious to me, beloved.” Thrawn’s voice hovered between you as his fingers tightened their curl around your jaw. The words were whispered against your mouth, achingly sweet and saccharine - breathed against you almost like a prayer. His dulcet tone made you weak in the knees. It was so strikingly different from the way he had addressed you mere moments before. “Do not forget that.” 

With that he slotted his lips against yours in a searing kiss. 

...fin... 

(I am working on the smut ending of this which will be linked here)

Note: Holy shit this took way too long to write. I would like to apologize for the delay. It was a combination of burnout, sickness, writer’s block, and school. But this is out now. I did decide to write a smut follow up but as I have never written smut before I am still working on it. 

Thank you so much to @stars-suns-spaceguns for both the inspiration and encouragement I needed to finish this. It felt good to write and this was really cathartic in a strange way. Please continue to have amazing ideas and I will continue to write for them when I can. 

Again, thank you so much for all of your encouragement and patience while I was writing this. You are incredible. 

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[sinnuous]

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[rexsjaigeyes]

Grand Admiral Thrawn

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[saradika]

The Violet Hour

Grand Admiral Thrawn x F!Reader x Maul

Rated E | 9.8K words

If someone had told you that the last two men you fucked would be sitting in the same room as you, you would’ve laughed. It was improbable - impossible even, to even comprehend that it could happen.

But if you can just keep calm, keep this charade going, then maybe, just maybe - you could get through this without the connection being detected.

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Or - 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.

Tags/Warnings: Inappropriate use of the Force, Praise Kink, Threesome, Spit-Roasting, Violence (trooper death), Pro-Empire speech, consensual sex, creampie, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), Power Dynamic, Soft/sub!Maul, Dom!Thrawn, (and no - this is definitely not how the Force works).

A/N: It appears I am unable to write a threesome under 9k words. This fic was born from a sweet ask by @eyecandyeoz who asked if I'd ever write a Thrawn x Reader x Maul fic. I felt inspired, so I did! (This got a little long because I got caught up in the backstory - feel free to jump to half-way through if you're here for the smut.)

[Also posted to A03 here!]

(Gif made by me for this fic)

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The red lights flashed in the hallways, the alarm blaring above your head as you rushed towards the ship’s hanger. The Chimaera had recently locked on a ship that had appeared suddenly out of hyperspace, locking onto it with its tractor beam.

Grand Admiral Thrawn had been in this sector for a few days now, on the lookout for something or someone, though he had not divulged his intent. You had thought it was rebels, but that was before this level of alarm was raised, notifying something far more sinister.

There was already a huddle of bodies when you arrived, gathered outside the transparisteel window looking out into the hangar. The air was buzzing with worried conversation as they stood together, the screeching of metal barely audible from the other side of the wall.

But the sounds fell silent as another set of footsteps echoed down the hall, coming from the ship’s commander, Grand Admiral Thrawn.

You slid into position with the others as he stood in front of you, the Vice Admiral walking forward to give a status report. Using the brief distraction, your eyes flicked over to see what set off the alarm. And it was worse than you could have imagined, a personal punch to your guts.

Your stomach sank into nothing as you gazed at The Nightbrother, blaster fire scoring the wings of the gauntlet starfighter. A ship you never thought you’d see again, and you wonder if it’s captain is also the one from your nightmares.

It was hard to breathe for a moment, the blood pounding in your ears as you stepped closer, seeing the figure in the middle of the room. Bright, blinding flashes of red swiped through the air, the screams of the troopers muted as your knees threatened to buckle.

“That’s Darth Maul.” One of the captains breathed, fear flickering in his eyes.

“Formerly, as I understand it.” Grand Admiral Thrawn reflected none of the fear, and was instead gazing at the thrashing figure in interest instead.

Maul was mowing down the few figures unfortunate enough to be in proximity of his ship, limbs cleaved from bodies as troopers fell to the floor. The alarm had already cleared the soldiers nearest to the edge, a few lucky enough to make it through the blast doors before they locked again.

It was impossible to hear his growls through the transparisteel, but you felt like you almost could, your eyes zeroing in on the pull of his lips, seeing the way his teeth ground together. His hand shot out suddenly and curled, but nothing happened.

The trooper just out of reach continued to fire, Maul’s lightsaber parrying each red flash away. Then one was bounced back, and the man crumpled to the ground, lying motionless.

“The Ysalamiri will weaken him. Vice Admiral, ready your troops to subdue our guest.” Thrawn shot a quick nod towards his junior officer.

A small squad of Troopers lined up to enter the hanger, blasters clutched in their hands. The Vice Admiral reached for the control panel, while the blood continued to pound in your ears. You couldn’t let them, it wasn’t safe.

“Stop!” You cried out, taking a step forward. “You’ll be slaughtered, he doesn’t need the Force-”

The words caught in your throat as you realize your mistake. All eyes were on you, including a deep red set, sizing you up after your unexpected outburst.

You sucked in a breath, squaring your shoulders, “My apologies, sir. What I meant to say is, please send me in instead.”

The curiosity in his eyes flickered from the stalking figure, then back to you, “You said my Troopers would be slaughtered. Sending in my unarmored Captain would appear to guarantee a slaughter as well. Would it not?”

Maker, you wish you had never gotten up this morning. This part of you was supposed to be buried, hidden so deep that no one would ever find it.

“Yes, Grand Admiral.” You nodded in agreement, before amending, “Typically yes, but I-”

You broke off, throat going dry as your tongue swiped over your dry lips. The breath you took is shaky, but you try again, “But I know him, sir. And… I don’t think he’ll kill me.”

The room is silent, eyes judging, probing, narrowing as the crew murmurs amongst themselves. The only eyes you’re looking at are Thrawn’s, and you’re sure he can read your face, the set of your jaw, the darkening of your cheeks and ear tips.

You wanted to apologize, but you don’t know what for. Not for trying to save a life, but for… past actions, for the old you that you thought was long gone.

A beat passed before he nodded, gesturing towards the door. You moved forward, standing in front of the blast doors, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a deep, calming breath.

“So full of surprises, ch'acin't.” His voice hissed low and smooth in your ear as he stepped behind you, his arm reaching across to key the door.

You didn’t look back as you stepped through, one hand gripping your standard-issue blaster while the other ripped the kepi from your head.

The Ysalamiri cage was set towards the center of the room, and that just may be what saved you. Maul flung a sharp shaft of metal in your direction the second you moved inside, a prickle running up the back of your neck, giving you the split second to roll to the side.

Another piece flew toward you, and this time you’re ready, jumping to your feet and sprinting towards a row of crates in front of you, just managing to dive behind them before he could volley another attack.

“Maul!” You yelled, voice somehow strong, in spite of how you were feeling.

The figure was in a low crouch, another bit of ripped metal clenched in his fist. He hesitated for just a second, giving you time to clamber to your feet, holding out a hand in front of you.

“Maul, please.” You put as much feeling as you could in those two words, your eyes locking with his the instant that you stood.

You watched the progression flicker in his eyes - burning anger, hesitant curiosity, and then recognition. He still moved like a cat, all fluid motion as he stood, the fist lowering as his lip curled up. His eyes burned into yours, the gold and crimson tones seeming to glow against the whites of his eyes.

Then, he smiled. It’s chilling, the stretch of lips and sharp teeth, a quick peek of tongue. His voice, the smooth, honeyed tone that still echoed in your dreams rung out, the years seeming to melt away in your mind.

“You looked better in black, my dear.”

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His eyes never leave your form for long during his short conversation with Thrawn, the tips of your ears burning as you clutch your wrinkled cap in your hands. Maul’s eyes aren’t the only ones, it seems like everyone in the room is sending glances your way, wondering why so many were slain, while you were spared.

His saber had been handed over as he entered the room, a small comfort for those in immediate reach, with the promise it would be returned to his ship in exchange for his cooperation.

Then, Thrawn’s voice was cutting into your thoughts, pulling you back out, “So it’s settled, you will accompany us to my office, where you will be questioned and then released. Satisfactory?”

“Very well.” Maul nodded thoughtfully, all loose ease and casual arrogance despite the situation.

“Excellent. Captain, with me.” He’s gesturing towards you to follow as the troopers urged Maul forward while giving him a wide berth.

You blinked, stuck to the spot for just a moment before you made your legs move to follow. Knowing Thrawn, you should have known better than to think your job was done. The man had a hunger and curiosity for knowledge that was almost insatiable, and right now you were dangling the potential for something far more interesting than he had anticipated.

Escorted by Troopers, the three of you found yourselves in Thrawn’s office, guards stationed outside the heavy blast doors, ready to react if needed.

In the middle of the room sat Thrawn’s command chair, surrounded on almost all sides by displays. Off to each side sat arrays of tables, benches, and chairs, each situated in their own pods, lined up with the artwork on the walls.

“Sit, please.” Thrawn’s tone is polite, as if everything before had not just happened, as if there isn’t someone, somewhere, mopping blood up off the floor of the hangar.

You moved slowly, waiting until Maul had chosen the table to the side before joining him, sitting opposite on the padded, durasteel chair. If you didn’t know Thrawn, you would’ve said he was stupid. But he believed in knowing your enemy, so perhaps he knew things about Maul that made him feel safe enough to be enclosed with him like this.

“I hope you’re not expecting to detain me long, Grand Admiral. My ship’s rigged with explosives, I will not hesitate to use them if I feel you’re going back on your word.” Maul’s voice was low and smooth, his words a threat but his tone a picture of politeness as he kicked a leg up, heel resting on the seat below a bent knee.

“I see no point”, Thrawn replied easily. “If you destroy your ship, how will you escape?”

“I’d rather see it destroyed than in the Empire’s hands, Grand Admiral. Maybe even take a piece of your ship with it. Would be a shame to see that pretty paint on the bottom destroyed.”

Thrawn’s eyebrows raised, the corner of his lips twitching as he considers, “I believe this to be mutually beneficial, I have no intention of detaining you. Just a few questions.”

“Then by all means, begin.” Maul’s arms mirrored Thrawn’s, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We will skip over the pleasantries then, at your request.” Thrawn rotated his chair to face the two of you, forearms resting on either side of the armrests, “I’ve been observing you for a while, you’ve been spotted with a few members I’ve taken an interest in.”

“Have you now?” Maul’s eyes glinted in the evening sun, the beams sliced into horizontal lines across his face by the blinds covering the viewport, “I am assuming you mean the Rebels, but no. I am visiting an old friend in the Tatoo system.

He pauses, eyes narrowing as he confesses, “I did pursue one Ezra Bridger at one point, but my attention has been turned elsewhere.”

The Grand Admiral considered his response, while your clammy hands smoothed over the fabric of your trousers. You’d never thought you’d find yourself in this situation. It was difficult to keep your breathing level, you could feel a drop of sweat beading at your brow as you tried to keep your face looking politely interested.

If someone had told you that the last two men you fucked would be sitting in the same room as you, you would’ve laughed. It was improbable - impossible even, to even comprehend that it could happen.

But if you can just keep calm, keep this charade going, then maybe, just maybe - you could get through this without the connection being detected.

“I have no quarrel with The Chimaera.” Maul continued, laying his hands flat on the table. “I don’t appreciate being delayed, but I’m not interested in whatever you’re organizing.”

“Perhaps.” An answer you had heard before, an answer meaning he was not convinced, and wanted to dig deeper.

“Do you have any knowledge of where the Rebels are heading?” Thrawn asked a second question, his eyes zeroed in on Maul’s, looking for any sign of deception.

It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but you could feel your stomach clench needily as they stared each other down, a sort of dominating aura heating the air around both of them.

“I do not.” Maul leveled a look, annoyance flickering in his voice, “I last saw them on Dathomir, but they would’ve moved on by now. My interest in them died on that planet, and I have not thought of them since.”

“A final question, then.” Thrawn’s fingers tapped absently on the desk, his eyes sweeping over to you, “What is the nature of your relationship with my Captain? I am certain she is the reason for your accommodating behavior.”

Well, this was it. Your life, over. The secrets that you kept, buried deep inside were about to be uncovered, and you didn’t know if Thrawn would still want you after he learned of your dishonesty. Surely he’s guessed by now, or had a clue, but it wasn’t the same as hearing the truth come from Maul’s taunting voice.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Maul’s smile was rueful, his blazing eyes landing on you as well. When neither of you answered, he clucked his tongue while shaking his head.

“Has she never mentioned me?” He made a face of mock disappointment, “Never mentioned her Master?”

Thrawn’s brows creased, a brief hesitation flickering across his features, before a look of satisfaction as he understood.

“A pity.” Maul smirked, his voice a low drawl, “She was well on her way to becoming my apprentice. Did she mention that?”

“My Captain has never displayed the temperament or ability that I would associate with a Sith,” Thrawn countered, his voice taunting. But you knew he knew, and was prying for information, “Are you sure you are not mistaken?”

“Sith thrive on emotions, Grand Admiral. Anger and hate, yes, but there’s more, things you couldn’t dream of. Passion, for one.” Maul’s voice grew low and sweet, practically a purr, “And ours burned for days. Do you remember that, darling?”

Your face heated as his words, but you grit your teeth as you glanced down, “Too many cycles have passed, I must have forgotten.”

Maul’s chuckle was dark, rumbling from his chest with a bright flash of teeth, “Not that many, you must be slipping. Tell me, my dear… do you need another lesson? Surely you remember our last-”

Your eyes shot to his, your eyebrows pulling together as you snarled, “That’s enough.”

The Grand Admiral turned in his chair and you froze, for a split second your anger had clouded your vision, rendering Thrawn invisible. You were furious, how dare he tease you after what happened?

“I was never a Sith,” You spat, unable to help yourself. “Maul was training me using the power of the dark side, but I never believed their antiquated point of view.”

“Explain, Captain.” Thrawn gestured towards you before folding his arms across his chest again.

“I… lost my home when I was younger. I had no money, and I was constantly on the run as a young adult. I found myself wrapped up with the Crimson Dawn.” Your eyes were trained on the table as you tried to pair your history down the bare bones, the anger still simmering under your skin.

“I was a low-level mercenary, picking up jobs where I could. It was good, I stayed alive, started to build a life for myself. But then, I caught Maul’s attention.” It was like there was a magnet in the room, your eyes drawn automatically to the Zabrak.

“He said he could sense… something in me, and he took me under his wing. I started training in the Force, became his Apprentice. And then it got uh-,” Clearing your throat, your mind raced, but there wasn’t a good way to put it, “It got... complicated.”

Both men were silent, incredibly enough, waiting for you to continue. If anything, Maul looked slightly bored, already aware of this new development. But Thrawn was entranced, his finger curling under his chin as his suspicions were confirmed.

“We… fought. The night before. Maul wasn’t happy with my progression, and I was frustrated for my own reasons. The next morning, he was gone, called on a mission from her.” Your eyes unfocused, remembering as you spoke, “And, he never came back. There was a power vacuum in his absence, and I got out while I could.”

“Never came back?” Maul voice cut in, interrupting you like he couldn’t help himself, “Such a sad tale. Did you hear where I ended up, darling?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off again, “I was on Malachor, for years. All alone, no contact to the outside world. Did you even look for me?”

It was hard to breathe, his accusation stinging. You.. hadn’t. You hadn’t looked, too caught up in your own grief to consider he was trapped, not gone.

“I d-didnt-”, He cuts you off again, lip curling.

“Oh, don’t play games, love. It’s in the past, but don’t act like you’re the only one who was wronged. You’re resourceful, you could have found me if you really wanted.” He tapped his forehead, and again, he was right.

Your heart twists, thinking about this change of events, that maybe you’d gotten this all wrong. You thought he’d left you for something new and better, disappearing to a new world, with a new partner. Not that it changed anything, you couldn’t go back, not now.

“Back to the matter at hand, Captain.” Thrawn’s unamused voice broke your staring contest, chastising you for the brief argument.

You blinked, finding your place again in your story, “I stopped using the Force after that. I stopped intentionally, but when I tried later, it wouldn’t come back. I still feel something, sometimes. A flicker, or a feeling. But not like it used to be.”

Thrawn’s eyes are on you, you can feel their weight from your position. You know he’s thinking about the mission just a few weeks ago, when you had successfully helped locate the Rebel’s base on Atollon. That had also been a hunch, one that led to a promotion, and a small task force of your own.

“Your paperwork from the Academy did not reflect these sordid details, Captain.” Thrawn sounds amused more than annoyed, a slight tug curving the edge of his lips.

“You looked at my paperwork?” Your eyes bounced to his. As an Ensign, you had assumed you were randomly assigned with, at most, the Lieutenant above you looking over your credentials.

“But of course. Your marks were exemplary.”

Your cheeks darkened with the compliment, “The admission papers were fake, but the work I did at the Academy was real. What better way to hide than to become a cog in the wheel? No one found me, and I’ve worked hard for the Empire since.”

But then something was dawning on you, a horrible realization. This could change everything, the life you’ve built, all your hard work - you’d have to start over again.

“A-Are you…” Your voice wavered, eyes searching his crimson ones, “Are you going to turn me in?”

And he looked at you, a beat too long to be entirely comfortable, his face flat and passive as he considered.

“No,” He finally answers, eyes darkening, “I don’t think I will.”

He smiled afterwards, though not at you. At himself, enjoying a private joke that only he knew. It was the smile of a man that kept his own secrets.

“Not unless you give me a reason.” He finished, the answer more of an understanding than a threat.

There was no reason to threaten, and as much as you dreaded it, he knew that you’d want him safe above all others in the ship. And this worked in his favor - having Ruhk do his bidding was one thing, but this was another thing entirely.

But it might all be for nothing.

“I, can’t, uh-” Your eyes fell on Maul, on the heat in his eyes as he gazed at you. Maker, you hated him sometimes. Half the time you didn’t know it you wanted to hit him or fuck him.

His look made your stomach clench, heat rushing to your belly and making your lower half throb as his eyes skimmed down your form. You swallowed, trying again, “I can’t use the Force anymore though. I won’t be of much help to you.”

“Try.” Thrawn’s tone was flat, unimpressed with your confession.

You knew it was useless, but did as he asked, closing your eyes and reaching out with your mind and soul.

There was something, a presence deep within you, but it was just out of reach, slipping through your fingers like smoke. You made a grab for it again in your mind, but it danced away from your closing fingers.

“I can’t.” You shook your head, shoulders shrugging.

“May I?” Maul asked, shifting toward.

Thrawn nodded slightly, and before you could blink Maul’s hand moved, cupping behind your neck as he yanked you suddenly to him. Your mouth collided with his, his lips pressed against yours, soft and warm, His tongue was hot as it traced over the seam of your lips, and then you could feel it, a tugging in your gut, the slightest hint of an old, familiar spark igniting.

The room felt bright, as if the sun was shining directly through the transparisteel, though it had already set. It took you a moment to find yourself and you shoved yourself back with a glare.

Thrawn’s head was tilted up, examining the lighting above. His head moved down to look at Maul, gesturing vaguely above, “Was that your work?”

Maul shook his head, one corner of his lips curving up into a satisfied smirk.

“In that case,” Thrawn leveled a look at you, “Again.”

“What?” You breathed out, brows pinching in confusion.

“Again. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Maul’s lips were on yours again before you could process the Grand Admiral’s words, His tongue stroking yours as his thumb stroked the column of your neck. A low whine slid between your lips as he nipped at your lip, and this time it was your hands reaching to hold him to you.

The bright lights came again, flickering before becoming blinding, and this time you cracked your eyelids open. The lighting above was impossibly bright, some sort of power increasing their strength.

You sucked in a breath, breaking the kiss as the lights powered down to their normal luminosity. The fluttering in your chest died as the room returned to normal.

“As I said before, full of surprises.” Thrawn’s voice was low and rough, and when your eyes met his you saw the hunger in them, “But it appears you require more intense stimulation.”

Thawn was leaning back in his chair, his hand steepled as his elbows sat on the arm rests. His head jerked almost imperceptibly towards the long, wide bench a few feet in front of him.

It felt like a trap, and you wondered for a long moment what the punishment would be. But you dutifully moved to the bench, perching on the edge as your heart pounded, fingers absently your rubbing kiss-swollen lips. Maul’s already up, his legs moving until he’s next to you, a leg swinging around easily to straddle the bench.

He doesn’t need to be told anything twice, his hands are hooked under your thighs and he’s pulling you, tugging your thighs over his. Your legs draped over his, and you can feel the smooth metal under his robes as his arms wrapped around, tugging you close again.

“How far do you think he’s going to let me go?” Maul’s voice was low and smooth as his mouth dropped to your neck, and you shivered as he bit down, your hands clinging to the front of his robes.

“As far as it takes.” The reply came a little too quickly, but masked in a cool and smooth tone.

You felt his sly smile against your skin, and your hands started to work on the front of your uniform, tugging the buttons free from your jacket and shirt as his hands dropped to your belt.

Maul reached to help you, his dexterous fingers whipping the belt through their loops, popping the button. Your legs were wobbly as you lifted them to remove your pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“A Grand Admiral and the leader of the Crimson Dawn. You do have a penchant for authority, little dove.” Thrawn observed, his voice like silk.

Before he finishes, Maul’s fingertips are digging into your hips, biting into your skin as he tugs the scrap of silk down your thighs to join your pants.

“I see that look in your eyes, darling. Are you wet for me already?”

You tried to shoot him a look, but he wasn’t wrong. It’s not worth lying anyways, not when your body betrays you, your slit slick with arousal and clit throbbing with need.

Maul’s hands tugged at you as he leaned back on the long, padded bench. You wound up straddling his chest, your bare pussy pressing against the tattoo’d planes of muscle.

“Ride my face, love, please.” Maul’s deep voice turned into a whine, his hands tugging at you again, “Been too long since I got to taste you.”

Thrawn’s lip twitched at the other man’s words, his eyes flicking away and out the viewport before returning.

“Oh, Grand Admiral.” Maul’s eyes missed nothing, his tone knowing, almost condescending, “Have you never begged before? I feel sorry for you.”

Thrawn’s crimson eyes snapped to Maul’s golden ones, his brows creasing the tiniest bit, lips pulled tight at the edges.

“A Grand Admiral never begs.” His response is clipped, gritted out between clenched teeth.

“Pity. Is it your pride that prevents you, or is it your need for control?” Maul smirked, “Let go of both. You’ll thank me later.”

“It is neither,” Thrawn’s voice was tense, his agitation flashing for just a split second in his eyes. “My Captain enjoys serving the Empire and myself.”

“Have you ever asked, Grand Admiral?” Maul’s brow lifted, and then he’s reaching for you again, his tugging more insistent when no reply comes.

“Show him, darling. Show him the you that I know.”

You slowly lower yourself down to Maul’s mouth, and his tongue is reaching for you before you’re fully seated, a groan leaving both of your lips as it flicks up your slit.

Your eyes rolled shut as you moaned, thighs bucking as he sucked on your clit, the pleasure spiking in your core. When your eyes opened again you found him watching you, his irises darkened with a familiar lust.

“Sweetest cunt in the galaxy.” Maul murmured as his tongue licked you, tongue parting your folds to taste your slick.

“Finally, a matter we agree on.” Thrawn’s tone was flat as he adjusted himself, palm passing over the front of his trousers as he sat back in his chair.

Your hands slid across Maul’s forehead, the juncture of your fingers sliding against the familiar curves of his horns. Your mind may have forgotten this, but your muscle memory did not, slotting the soft curves of your fingers against the hard bone, finding the perfect hand-holds to grip onto.

“If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to make me cum first.” Your voice is pitched low, a growl of your own matching his, “Earn my cunt, Maul. Use that sweet tongue of yours.”

You could hear the sharp intake of breath, but you don’t look at Thrawn as your hands tighten, your shoulders curling back as Maul doubled his efforts.

He ate you greedily, his hands hooked around your thighs to hold you against him, his mouth hot and wet and open against you. Maul wasn’t quiet either, his throat humming, almost purring as he feasted, as if you were a meal, and he hadn’t eaten in days.

Your hips flexed on their own, trying to grind down, feeling his nose nudge your clit as his tongue slipped into you. It was familiar, the way his tongue fucked you, the rhythm of your hips as you rocked against him. The way your breath was turning into a whine as he moved back to your clit, lapping roughly and sucking on the bud.

Your hips bucked when he scraped a sensitive spot, Maul’s arms gripping your thighs tighter as your grip tightened on his horns. Then he did it again, bringing you closer to the edge with each dexterous flick of his tongue.

“Stars, you look so good under me.” Your voice is wrecked and breathy, the dominant side of you laying dormant for years, the words harder to get out after so much time had passed, “Your face was made for me to ride, you know that? Should keep you right here like this.”

Thrawn’s eyes were on you, utterly entranced as he watched you fuck someone else, their tongue buried in your cunt and moaning at your words. His pretty, blue lips were parted almost unconsciously, the heavy bulge in his pants making you keen as the feeling in your core tightened.

You put on a bit of a show as he watched you, your eyes half-lidded, needy moans sliding from your throat. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you reached your hand back, back arching as you slid your palm over Maul’s clothed cock. He moaned at the contact, and you let him chase your cunt, a string of slick connecting your soaked folds to his damp lips, before he tugged you back down with a deep growl.

“I-I’m, fuck, Maul, I’m close,” Your eyes moved down to meet Maul’s, your pussy clenching as you saw the way he was gazing at you, like you had hung the stars yourself. “Make me cum, so fucking good for me-”

Maul moaned, starting a rhythm that makes you dizzy, the air filled with the wet, lewd sounds of him eating you, paired with your loud cries. One of his hands leaves your thighs, traveling up to your breastband, grabbing and squeezing your chest, roughly groping at your soft flesh. He tugged at one of the cups, freeing your breast on one side as his fingers work your aching, stiff nipple.

“Are you going to cum, Ch'acin't?” Thrawn’s voice was a low hiss, as if he wasn’t fully conscious he was saying it out loud, “Soak a man’s face who isn’t mine?”

Your eyes traveled back to Thrawn, laughter threatening to bubble up in your throat as you saw how close he was to breaking, his hands curled into fists, his jaw set while his eyes blazed with heat.

Maul sucks on you again and then you’re coming undone, praises falling from your lips as you cum hard on his face, whimpering as he licks at your release. A shudder wracked through your body as your hands dropped, fingers digging into the seat as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through your limbs.

The moan you make is loud and long, pitching up at the end as he continues to taste you, until you’re shaking above him and overstimulated. In the haze of your orgasm, as you start to come back down, you felt the walls in your mind splinter, but it still held firm as you reached out to them again.

“Ride my cock now, darling, please.” Maul’s voice was a plea, his hips shifting on the bench, “Want to feel you wrapped around me.”

You slid backwards off his chest, his hands grasping your hips as your ass bumped against the hard curve in his pants. Maul’s head lifted, and your mouth met as you tasted yourself on his tongue, his hips grinding as his hand drifted up your waist, up your ribs until they’re tugging at the bands around your chest, pulling your tits free.

His robes were soft under your fingers, and you tugged the fabric up over his torso, exposing the vast array of ink, the patterns dark and jagged on his red skin. You moved backwards to the hard metal of his thighs as you tugged at his belt and he lifted his hips to help. All the while his fingers drifted down to swirl in your heat before he brought them to his mouth, a low groan as he tasted you again.

But then you were looking at Thrawn, the question in your eyes. He hadn’t stopped you yet, but well - this was different, a step further than before.

“Go on, little dove. Show him what you’ve learned in his absence.” Thrawn coaxed, his head giving you a short nod as he looked at you with someone almost like pride in his eyes.

You can feel him, hard under your hands as you tug his pants down his thighs, exposing the metal joined to flesh, the same as you had remembered.

“Fascinating.” The Grand Admiral’s curious eyes were on Maul’s lower half, looking a beat longer than what was polite. You understood though, you had felt the same all those years ago.

Maul’s lower half was completely synthetic, replicated artfully by the Death Watch some time before the two of you met. Some things you could not manufacture, but they had done their best, the evidence present in the thick, long length under your hand.

His cock was just as you remembered, thick at the base, his shaft tapering slightly before curving at the tip, ridges running up the underside of his considerable length.

You moved further down his legs, settling between his spread knees before ducking your head to lick a stripe up his metallic shaft. Maul’s hips bucked into you, his back arching off the bench with a groan.

He was too long for you to take all of him, so you settled on licking the tip, feeling the cool metal and the ridges under your tongue as you ran it up and down his shaft. Curses fell from his tongue when you took him as deep as you could, only taking half of him before your throat closed around the tip, making yourself gag.

Maul’s head was thrown back, hips bucking up as you held his hips down against the bench. Pulling your mouth back when he shifted upwards, letting him thrust into the air, waiting until he settled before taking him in your mouth again. You did this a few times, before you heard him whimper, his hands closing around your biceps and squeezing.

“Don’t tease, or it will be over before it begins.” Thrawn chided, and you smiled at his need to instruct.

Swinging a leg around, you straddled Maul backwards, his hands settling on the curve of your hips as you lined yourself up. You hesitated, glancing back over your shoulder at Maul, meeting his wrecked gaze, the curve of his lips as you hover just above him.

“Is he thick as I am, love?” Maul bucked up suddenly, his tip pressing into your folds as you both moaned, “Can he reach that sweet place in you? Make you cum from his cock alone, like I could?”

Thrawn growled a warning, his hands clenching on the arm rests as you began to lower your hips, spearing yourself on Maul’s cock.

Going slowly, you eased yourself down, the moans caught in your throat until you finally sat flush with his hips. He was filling you, pressed deeply inside, each move you made sending waves of pleasure. Your hands rested on his thighs, and you used them to push yourself up, before dropping back down, earning moans from both of you.

He met you thrust for thrust, snapping up to meet you with every rock of your hips. Maul’s hands kneaded the flesh of your ass, spreading you to watch the way your lips gripped him, making his cock shine with your arousal.

It was heavenly, but you wanted more. You wanted to be filled, fucked until you forgot your anger, forgot everything, too cock-dumb to think anymore.

“Grand Admiral,” your voice was low, coaxing as you reached for him.

Thrawn gave you a long, thoughtful look before his fingers plucked at the clasps of his jacket, his broad shoulders flexing as he shrugged the garment off, folding it before placing it on the edge of the chair.

Then he stood, moving to the end of the bench in front of you, letting your fingers tug at the belt of his trousers.

Stars, he was hard, possibly harder than you’d ever seen him. His face, as always, was still composed, but there was something in his eyes, a hunger, that made you shiver.

You drew him out, one on your hands steadying yourself on his muscular thigh as Maul almost knocked you off-balance with one of his thrusts. Thrawn’s cerulean-hued cock was flushed at the tip, precum threatening to drip down the curve of his pointed head.

His cock was thick, considerably thicker than Maul’s, but not as long. The tip of the head tapered to a curved point, the ridges underneath leading to where his girth flared deliciously in the middle, eventually tapering back in towards the base. Your hand wrapped around him, watching his stomach muscles tighten as you gave his shaft a slow stroke.

“Ask me.” Your eyes flickered to his, challenging him with your gaze.

He hissed in a breath, teetering on the edge, a curiosity gnawing deep in his bones. You nuzzled the skin at his abdomen, dragging your tongue just above the base of his cock, the heavy weight of his length twitching.

“Thrawn,” You murmured his name, gazing at him as you moved your lips close to his dripping tip. “You want to fuck my mouth, right? Can’t you use your pretty words to ask me?”

You were pushing it, and you knew it. For a split second you’d thought you’d won, seeing the way his lips curled over his teeth, the tremor of his hips as he contemplated.

But then his eyes snapped shut, and when they reopened, their crimson tone was blazing.

“Your little show was amusing, but this is my command room.” Thrawn’s voice was thick, almost betraying his brief moment of uncertainty.

His hands tangled in your hair, guiding your face to his cock, and you let him, your mouth opening as the tip slid past your lips.

In some ways, it may have looked like you were unsuccessful. But you had gotten him to hesitate. He had considered letting you take control, in front of a stranger, no less. That was no mere feat.

You’d laid the foundation tonight, and you were certain the next time the two of you were alone, he’d break.

There was a certain high you’d discovered during your experiments with Maul, making a man beg to cum while you rode him, his pleasure held in the palm of your hand. Thrawn would look so pretty begging, his voice like sin.

You closed your eyes, pushing that thought out to return another day as you sucked on him, taking him deeper into your mouth, stroking him with your tongue.

It was hard to fit all of him in your mouth, you found yourself gagging when Maul thrust up again, Thrawn’s cock slipping further down than expected. Your head jerked back, tears pricking your eyes as Maul’s hands worked your hips, moving you up and down on his cock.

“Such a foolish girl, thinking you could command me,” Thrawn murmured, his voice low as your mouth moved back to his cock.

Maul’s hands moved to your thighs and he pulled himself up, sitting so his chest brushing your back. His pace slowed, changing from deep thrusts to a slow grind, a hand gripping your hip to keep the rhythm, the other sliding up between your breasts to cup your neck.

He didn’t squeeze, the hand curling around your throat, holding your back to his chest in an embrace, thumb smoothing over soft skin.

“Touch me, please.” Your mouth left Thrawn for a moment, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, needing to feel him against you in some way, any way.

The corner of Thrawn’s lips tugged, his large hands coming to cup the weight of your breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks, just like he knew you liked it. Groping and squeezing, you whimpered against his cock, tongue swiping against his skin.

Maul’s nose skimmed your neck, finding a patch of skin above his thumb with his mouth. The slow pace he’s keeping up was exquisite, each drag grinding and bumping places in you that had you seeing stars, and your hands grip Thrawn’s thighs again when his teeth scraped against you.

“No marks.” Thrawn warned, voice turning into a groan as you took him deep, your lips stretched around him.

Maul shot him a look, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss under your ear instead, feeling the way you clenched around him, your hips shuddering as you lost your rhythm for a moment.

Then, both hands lifted, his fingertips pressing against your temples. You felt the breach into your mind, the thoughts being quickly shifted through and then shuffled like a deck of cards. The cracks in your mind deepen, barely holding the wall together now.

“You love him.” Maul accused, his fingers dropping, “But I sense no passion from him. Tell me, cyar’ika, does he fuck you as well as I did? Does he make you scream?”

Your breath caught at the old, familiar nickname. It had been so many cycles since you last heard it, a remnant from his days as Mand’alor. Lips parting, you groaned around Thrawn’s cock involuntary as Maul thrusted roughly upwards.

“One can be passionate without losing control of one’s emotions.” Thrawn replied easily, his hand coming to cradle your face. His fingers manipulated your jaw, angling so your eyes were brought into contact with his burning gaze again, “I always leave my Captain quite satisfied.”

You whimpered, brows pinching together at the heat of his words. The sensations were too much, being filled at both ends was overwhelming you, your core already coiled tight like a spring. But you kept your eyes on him, allowing him to catalog every moan, every whimper you made.

And then you felt it, a soft brush of fingers, sliding down your mound, stopping to circle at your clit. The sensation made you cry out, clenching down on Maul’s cock, not sure if you wanted to press your thighs together or spread them wider.

But, Thrawn’s hands hadn’t moved, and neither had Maul’s, all four hands roaming your skin and wrapped around you. You risked glance away from Thrawn, eyes dropping down, but there was no hand between your legs.

“Can you feel that, love? Did you forget?” The feeling of fingers circle again, rubbing gently at your sensitive bud, while his cock continued to thrust into you.

“Yes-” Your head drops against Thrawn’s hip, “Maul, I can feel you. Keep going, please-”

His chuckle was low in your ear, the sound sending shivers up your spine as he picked up the pace of his hips, bringing the slow grind into a faster thrust, his cock hitting your spongy walls again and again. You weren’t going to last, the blood was rushing in your ears and each touch to your clit was sending you higher and higher.

“I, I-,” you began to babble, and then Thrawn was kneeling, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your moan as you came, his hands tangled in your hair.

The pleasure was blinding, and you came harder than before, your hands braced on Maul’s thighs as you rode him, Thrawn’s lips silky smooth, his tongue stroking yours as you made little whimpers against him.

“Yes, let me feel you.” Maul was murmuring into your neck, his voice a low whine, “Let me cum with you, darling, I’m almost there-”

His hands dropped to your hips, getting three more slow thrusts before his chest was pressing into your back, his pretty groan cracking through the air as he came, grinding into you as he rode out the sensation.

Your lips had broken away from Thrawn’s, your face was buried in his neck as his hand smoothed down your arm. Only when your breathing slowed did he speak, pulling back so he could see you.

“I was promised screams.” Thrawn’s tone was laced with mock disappointment as his hand rose, a finger tracing the curve of your lips, “Is that really the best you can do?”

Maul scoffed from his prone position, his hand resting on his chest as it rose as it fell, “I’ve made her come undone twice while you lounged. You tell me.”

“My turn.” Thrawn’s hands are around your biceps, yanking you up and off of Maul’s cock. You yelped at the feeling of emptiness, surprised by his sudden show of strength.

He carefully spun you around, settling your knees on either side of Maul’s hips, your hands bracketing his shoulders, leaving the two of you face to face.

Thrawn’s hands sank into the flesh of your hips, pushing and holding you steady, unable to move forwards or backwards. You could feel the pointed tip of his cock slide against your folds, but he didn’t press into you, not yet.

“What was it you said before, little dove? Oh, yes. ‘Ask me’.”

You made a frustrated sound, trying to push back against him, but he held you firm. He made a sound of disapproval, sliding his cock further down until it bumped your clit, before moving back up.

“Let us hear you beg.” Maul coaxed alongside, his hand cupping your jaw, “I want to hear it too, before he makes you fall apart.”

“F-Fuck me, Thrawn, please.” You tacked on the ‘please’ at the end, knowing how much he liked politeness.

“Try again, ch'acin't.” His voice was smooth, he was enjoying this, “That is not how I taught you to ask. Descriptors, please.”

Oh, so that’s how it was going to be. He was going to make you work for it. You sucked in a breath through closed teeth, your mind picking out your next words.

“Please fuck me, Grand Admiral. Need to feel your cock in me,” Your face burned, eyes focusing on anything other than Maul’s face in front of you. “I want to feel you for days afterwards.”

“Very good.” His voice was a low hiss, his hips pulling back as he lined himself up with your opening, “If your wish is to be ruined, then who am I to deny you?”

Then he was pushing into you, the tip sliding in easily, but then you were moaning as his shaft started to swell in the middle, slowing his pace as you felt each delicious ridge rub against you. Thrawn kept a steady pressure, his breath slow and steady as he continued to push, watching as your pussy stretched to accommodate him, swallowing him up.

Your arms buckled as he seated himself fully in you with a final thrust, your stomach hitting the smooth metal of Maul’s hips and groin. His cock had retracted sometime in the last few minutes, the opening mechanism lying flush and nearly invisible against his prosthetics.

Maul’s hands brushed down your arms as you struggled to push yourself up on your elbows, your back arching to keep your hips in place where they were, snug and flush with Thrawn’s.

“Rest against me, love. It’s okay.” He purred, letting your chest relax against his, your breasts pressing into his hot skin.

You relented, your head dropping to his collarbone as Thrawn made an experimental thrust, the short, slow drag drawing a moan from your lips. He was so thick and big, something you still weren’t used to, your thighs trembling as he repeated the action.

The curve and gentle point of his cock caught and dragged within you, bumping against your spongy walls, the swell of his girth pulling himself back into you every time he rocked back.

“So tight, made to take me.” He drew back further this time, seeing his cock slick and wet with your arousal. Then, he was gripping you, pulling you back to meet his rough thrust, sheathing himself in you as you cried out.

Maul’s hands wrapped around your back, holding you steady as Thrawn hooked his long fingers around your hips, pulling you to meet each of his thrusts. They were shorter and quicker now, and his hips circled and ground against yours with every stroke. Each loud slap against your hips, each bump against your inner walls had you crying out, the pressure building and building in your guts.

“I can feel you, little dove. You grip me so exquisitely when you’re close, there’s nothing comparable.” Thrawn’s voice was pitched low, the praises slipping from him, “I want to hear my name on your lips when you fall apart.”

You whimpered at his words, your face pressed into Maul’s neck, your arms wrapped under him, nails biting into his shoulder blades for support. Being trapped between the two of them was almost too much, your senses overwhelmed. There were too many hands touching and groping your flesh, their pretty, jewel-tones contrasting with your skin.

“Don’t hold back, darling.” Maul groaned with him, his hand working its way between you to cup your breast, relishing in your moan when his fingernail scraped across your sensitive nipple. His other arm stayed looped over your waist, keeping you pressed tightly against him.

Thrawn’s hand left the swell of your ass, his body arching over you as he leaned forward. The cords of muscle in his arms flexed as he reached, extending his fingers until they pressed against your parted lips.

“Suck.”

You opened your lips wider, letting him push one digit, and then two inside, sucking on his fingertips. Groaning, your eyes slid closed as your lips wrapped around them, humming in disappointment when he withdrew then a moment later. But those feelings evaporated when his hand curved under your hip, his slicked fingers brushing against your clit, making you buck back against him.

“Oh, fuck, Thrawn-” Your head was turned sideways, one eye focusing on the figure behind you.

He was beautiful, strands of hair coming loose, spilling across his forehead, teeth gritting as he rutted into you. Thrawn’s cool, intelligent, eyes were wild, his mouth falling open into a low groan as you involuntarily clenched around him. You’d never seen him like this, this fierce before, his eyes flashing when he noticed you looking at him.

“I want you to cum, now. That’s an order, Captain,” He gritted out, his hips snapping forward and grinding, pressing himself as deep into you as he could get.

His fingers had gone from light, teasing touches to pressured circles, and you couldn’t help but rock against him, using all your strength to push against Maul’s grip. You were babbling now, so close to breaking, nonsense falling from your lips as Maul moved beneath you until he could reach your neck, pressing hot kisses to your flushed skin.

“‘S’good, Grand Admiral. I’m so close, I’m-” Your voice cracked on a loud wail as your walls tightened on his cock, soaking him with your release. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, your mind feeling sluggish, your eyesight darkening at the edges as your clit throbbed, your pussy fluttering around him as you gripped his cock.

Thrawn growled behind you, dropping his hand to grip you for leverage. He was pounding into you now, rutting against you now that you’d found your release.

“So obedient, my ch'acah von'ot.” His voice is strained, his hips starting to stutter as he used you, his cock coated with your cum, “Tell me, who can make you cum this hard?”

You could feel Maul’s smile against your neck, the low chuckle in his throat as he heard the desperation in Thrawn’s voice.

You couldn’t manage words yet, just a tired whimper. His hand cracked down once on the swell of your ass, drawing a low moan from your throat.

“Answer me.” Thrawn growled, almost angry but there was something else, a need to hear you say it out loud.

“No one, just you,” You answered automatically, eyes closing so you wouldn’t have to look at Maul. “Fuck, Thrawn, you - j-just you.”

Your words are what he needed, and his nails bite into your skin as you feel his cock swell with the next thrust, spilling himself into you while a mixture of basic and Sy Bisti fell from his lips. Praises and curses, woven together and he filled your pussy with thick ropes of his cum, until it was dripping down your thighs.

Thrawn always filled you, leaving you wrecked and cock-drunk, his cum dripping out of you for ages afterwards. His hips shifted as you milked himself dry, clenching yourself around him to take every last drop.

“You wound me.” There’s a whisper in your mind, and your brain suddenly feels clear, your eyes darting to Maul’s. His brow raises, head tilting, “Could you hear me? I’ve been reaching out all night.”

Your breath hitched, understanding the implication. You used to converse like this, thoughts flung into each other’s minds when it took too long to speak, “Yes, I can hear you.”

It was back, you’re not sure when it happened or what caused it - the physical acts themselves, the acceptance of your situation, or where it was when you mind was breeched. But as you concentrated you could feel it - the hum in your veins, the way you felt just a little more sensitive to everything around you. Your eyes found his again, yours soft and tinged with regret, his determined and resolute, “Thank you.”

All of this passed in a matter of seconds, and you were brought back to the present as Thrawn withdrew himself, leaving you groaning at the empty feeling. Your legs finally collapsed, and you rested prone on Maul’s form for a long moment as you tried to remember how to make your limbs move.

Thrawn pushed the dark strands of hair back from his forehead, smoothing them back into place. Always looking put-together, even as he leaves you loose-limbed and fucked out on the long bench, unwilling to move just yet.

"Am I to assume your little problem has been resolved?" Thrawn's glance your way was questioning, curiosity tinging his expression.

"Yes, yes it has." You tried to hide the smile, but he caught the look in your eyes at his question. Something like fondness flickered across his features for a split second before he turned his attention to the other man.

“Then, my thanks, Maul. This was not the information I was anticipating, but it was still quite enlightening.” Thrawn was buttoning his jacket, smoothing the hem over his trousers, “I appreciate your assistance.”

Maul’s chuckle was dark as you shifted off on him, wincing as your sticky thighs pressed together as you reached for your clothes. You were a mess, cum already starting to pool in your panties - hopefully you’d be able to clean up soon.

He replaced his robes carefully, eyes wary as he pushed himself to his feet, “It was my pleasure. I trust there is nothing else I can assist you with?”

“I am a man of my word, Maul.”

You were quick to finish dressing, re-looping your belt, tugging your shirt on, trying to fix your hair the best you could. The two men were waiting by the door as you buttoned your jacket, a heavy silence settling in the room as the blast door whooshed open.

Thrawn’s hand held you back for a moment at the door, his ruby eyes intently scanning yours, “Is what he said the truth?”

As vague as always, as if he expected you knew exactly what he meant. Everything Maul had said was true, and after a moment, you think you did know what he meant. Was he asking about what Maul had said, when he delved into your mind? Or was it something else? It didn’t really matter, the answer was the same either way.

“Yes.”

He gave you another look, still incomprehensible, but you think you saw a hint of a smirk before he stepped out into the hallway, the bright white lights a stark contrast to his dimmed room.

The troopers on the other side were gone, Thrawn had sent them away some time ago, when the night had taken its interesting turn. The hallways were silent as well, the sound of your footsteps being the only noise as you traveled the path to the hangar. When you reached it, you keyed open the door, following behind both of them into the room.

Thrawn stopped half-way through and you stopped with him, allowing Maul to continue the rest of the way alone. The hangar was empty, the troopers reassigned and the floors smelling of cleaner, making your stomach clench with uneasiness as you remembered earlier that night.

The ramp of the Nightbrother lowered, the bright lights of the interior spilling across the durasteel floor. It was a stupid thing to do, but before you could think, you were stepping out, your legs moving you towards the ramp of the ship. Maul could sense you behind him, turning slowly at the base as he regarded you silently, waiting.

You sucked in a breath, pushing the words out before you could think them through, before you could change your mind.

“Maul, you don't have to go. You could stay here, with me. With us, we could make it work.” Your eyes searched his, soaking up the way his eyes met yours. It was a half-hearted plea, you knew he’d decline, but you couldn’t let him go without saying anything.

“You know I can not. Not with him being out there, not after what happened.” He shook his head, face solemn, “I am glad to see you again, before I go.”

Maul doesn’t offer to let you come with him, he knows it would just feel like an insult. Your paths branched here, just like they did have years ago. A brief convergence, before a split that would span a chasm.

He turned again to leave, but then he had a thought, his eyes roving over you one last time as he moved back in front of you.

“I was wrong, my love. Green does suit you.” His hand brushed your shoulder, running over the stiff fabric.

Then his eyes were glancing over your shoulder, at the Grand Admiral standing just within earshot, “But white would suit you even better.”

And then he was gone. No formal goodbye in a verbal or physical sense. No “thank you” or a final, passionate kiss, just the movement of a man on a mission. One that could stand to take a detour for an evening, but would be driven towards the same path again and again, until his last breath.

You watched him go, the ship powering up before shooting out of the hanger, disappearing into starlight.

You would not see him again, this time you knew it in your soul. But everyone had their own path, their own destiny. He had found this, wherever it may lead.

And, you think, as you turned to head back to Thrawn - you might just have found yours as well.

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Ysalamiri - a lizard from the planet Myrkr, their presence repels the Force

Ch'acin't - sweetheart

Ch'acah von'ot - cherished companion

Cyar’ika- Mando’a for beloved

Sy Bisti - a trade language used by Thrawn before he learned Basic

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Broken Wings - Part One

Uhhh so apparently I'm incapable of writing one-shots any more 😩 I got really caught up in setting up this dynamic that I didn't get to any of the romance/make out bits you were requesting lol. Sooo stay tuned for more parts I guess!

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Thrawn x pilot!reader | 1.9k words

Content warnings: Depictions of a crash and injuries, mention of death

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You lay among the wreckage but could only hear it. Crackling fires, creaking trees and machinery... all just outside the edge of your awareness. Lying on your back, eyes upward, all you could see was bright blue sky. As if you were simply lying on the beach at home, pointing out shapes in the clouds to your friends on a lazy afternoon, carefree and safe and okay. You could almost pretend that's all this was. Just another peaceful moment among friends at home.

Except your home had long been destroyed.

And your friends were scattered far and wide.

And you were in deep pain.

The moment shattered as soon as the protective barrier of your adrenaline faded and the pain of your injuries came out full force. You writhed in discomfort, your gaze torn from that beautiful blue expanse above to confront the reality of your situation on the ground. Your ship in pieces, scattered violently among the trees. Your aching body wrapped in the remains of your parachute. And somewhere off in the distance, through broken trees and your own tears, you could just make out another ship landing. Dark, harsh, and terrifying.

You sucked in a breath as you pushed yourself to sit up. This seemed to be a better position. You suspected your back had caught the edge of the explosion as you'd ejected from the cockpit, that it was burnt skin causing you most of your pain. There was also some general soreness in your muscles from the impact of hitting the ground. And your head was also ringing, most likely a concussion. You were alive, but at great cost. One you weren't sure you wanted to pay.

Footsteps crunched through the underbrush of the forrest, the sound eventually making its way through the ringing in your ears. Your eyes flickered first to your helmet a few feet away, rolled on its side with a dark streak of soot across most its features, but the brilliant red logo of the rebellion still visible. And then a pair of shiny black boots came up beside it, and your eyes scanned its body upward.

"Gosh, what an honor," you croaked out, not liking the way your voice sounded so rough and unfamiliar. "A visit from the Grand Admiral himself."

The whiteness of his uniform and the blueness of his skin stood in stark contrast to his surroundings, both against the comforting hues of nature and the dark shades of the Imperial officers beside him. Even the dusty armor of the stormtroopers was no match to the pristine presence of Grand Admiral Thrawn.

"Indeed," he responded to your sarcastic quip with his customary candidness. "I would not risk travel in a firefight for just any fallen Rebel fighter."

You attempted to mock a laugh, but found it rattled your insides a bit too much. Still sitting upright, you curled your legs to the side and leaned heavily on one of your arms for support. "Right. The fighter who banked half a second too late and almost collided with a cliff. That's the one worth your time."

Thrawn titled his head in thought and took a step forward. "You do not give yourself enough credit, Captain. You fly not only with instinct, but with skill. You have just identified your mistake occurred in half of a second. Only someone with great knowledge and experience would understand the difference such a small amount of time can make."

Your vision was starting to spin so you could barely hold on to any of his words. They sounded vaguely comforting, though you weren't sure why. Yes, you'd given Thrawn and his crew hell these past few weeks with your ambushes and counter-attacks. You'd been fighting with the Rebel Alliance for quite some time, but only recently had you acquired a proper ship to really do some damage with. You could only imagine what a nuisance you were to him. Was that why he was here? To swat the annoying fly himself?

You took in a few deep, measured breaths, noting how painful it was to stretch your lungs. Gods, this would be embarrassing if it were not so painful. Your head had lowered but the Grand Admiral's boots had journeyed closer and were now back within your view. You coughed weakly, unable to clear your throat enough to sound like yourself again.

"You know... I always though the one saving grace to being a pilot... Was if I failed, it would be a quick death. Incinerated by my own ship. Or gone upon impact. What a cruel joke this is... to survive...."

You forced yourself to look back up at the man. Your adversary. Standing for everything you fought against. Now towering over you in victory.

"Please," you rasped with watering eyes. "If you respect me at all, give me a death that's fitting of it."

Thrawn continued to look at you passively, as if you were no more than a dull report he had to proof. Your vision still wasn't working well so you lowered your head back down, defeated.

Eventually he crouched down into a kneeling position beside you.

"I would... Were respect all I held for you."

You looked into his distinctive eyes, trying to find deeper meaning within them but only seeing a sea of crimson, blurring into confusing patterns as your brain fought to hold on to consciousness.

"No," Thrawn continued softly. Or perhaps your hearing was giving out as well. "There is one more thing you possess. And I'm afraid I could never kill you for it."

"And what's that?" you managed to force out, and you suspected it'd be the last thing you were capable of saying as everything, all your senses, began to shut down. You were able to hear his simple response just before blacking out, though understanding it would have to come later.

"My admiration."

* * *

You awoke in a bed. A decently comfortable one, with silky soft sheets and adequate space on either side to roll into any position. The lights in the room were dimmed, the air was at a pleasant temperature, and after a few seconds of holding your breath, you determined there were no other beings in here with you.

This wasn't right.

Your memories were in tact, so it made no sense why you shouldn't be strapped to an interrogation table or chained up in a cell. You'd probably be more at ease if you were. Such a situation would be predictable, while this... who knew what the Empire had in store, having you wake up like this.

Your paranoia led you to sit up abruptly, the motion causing the lights to turn up to full brightness, and both stimulus sensations immediately caused you to be sick. You barely threw yourself to the edge of the bed in time before whatever was left in your stomach went spilling unceremoniously onto the floor.

You stared for a while at the unsavory smattering of liquids on the dark, metallic floor beneath you, trying to regain your composure. By the time you did, and were able to push yourself to lean backward onto some pillows without threat of another nauseous moment overtaking you, you'd been awake long enough for someone to notice.

That familiar, crisp-white uniform was standing across from your bed in no time, appearing much more suited to these surrounding than where you'd first seen him.

"Sleep well?"

Hm. Pleasantries and nice accommodations. What was the Admiral up to?

"I'm pretty sure I was just unconscious," you responded. Your voice seemed to be less scratchy now, though there was still an uncomfortable burn in the back of your throat, most likely from throwing up.

"You were in and out several times," stated Thrawn. "The last few hours were more akin to sleep than unconsciousness."

"Okay." You weren't sure what else to say to that. He was stating facts, not making conversation. And you were still unsure why you were alive to hear it at all.

"You will be allowed another day to fully recover," he continued, unfazed by the oddness of this situation. "A medical droid will monitor your progress and assist with any rehabilitation you may need. We will expect you in Hangar 12 tomorrow at 0800 hours sharp."

He nodded in conclusion and turned to leave. That was it? No further information about why you were here or what was expected of you tomorrow in Hangar 12? You scooted yourself to sit further up on your pillows.

"Wait," you called after him. Thrawn turned back to you with an eyebrow cocked and the faintest of smirks along his lips. Ah, so he was being dramatic. Testing your curiosity. Bastard.

"You said something about admiration? Before." You wouldn't outright ask him what he wanted with you; you'd play your own game and get it out of him a different way.

"Yes." Thrawn strode back, making to circle the bed but stopping short as he noticed your sick still pooled on the floor. He paused and then readjusted his course for the other side of the bed. "Before you started flying for the Rebellion, my forces rarely met a challenge they could not overcome. This change in status quo became most apparent on Doog Kull. The high pressure atmosphere caused pilots on both sides difficulty, except, seemingly, for you. Not only were you able to survive the conditions, you were able to use them to your advantage. Such skill is to be admired."

Perhaps you were flattered to hear praise from the Grand Admiral of the Empire, a man well known for his superior intelligence and high standards. There were probably very few in the galaxy who could boast of receiving his praise. But your self-gratification was short lived as you started to suspect what the man was after. You were not dead, you were not a prisoner, you were recognized for your exceptional piloting skills....

"Let me guess," you sighed, disappointed in where this was headed. "You spared my life so I'd be in your debt and fly for the Empire."

"No. You will not be flying."

You blinked at him and waited for more explanation. When it was clear he would not provide it without you asking for it, you huffed and gave in. "What do you want from me then?"

His eyes were not as close to you now as they had been when he'd knelt by you in the forrest, but you were much more lucid now and able to fully take them in. There was an obvious sharpness to them, like a laser cutting into darkness. But once you got past that unnerving detail, you could also see a sort of... craving there. An understanding that the world was vast and full of undiscovered wonders, and the only way to know all of it was to keep your eyes open, your mind free from preconception. It was oddly alluring.

"I want you to teach."

Another simply stated sentence, and you were beginning to catch on that he wasn't purposefully being dramatic after all. He spoke volumes with few words and only elaborated when the receiver was unwilling to think through their meaning. You sat back against your pillows; you hadn't realized you'd been tensely leaning forward. Thrawn took this as his cue to try departing once more.

"Get your rest, Captain," he said over his shoulder. "You will need all of your strength for what's to come."

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