anastasiiaosypova · 4 months ago
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There is always a place for some motivation. In heavy accentuated Basic perhaps.
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vibratingskull · 1 month ago
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I'm a simple girl, I need Ar'alani to step on me with her shiny black boots ✨
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starlightsoulwriting · 7 months ago
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Hey! Caught a but of the boredom bug and would love to write some short fics for Star Wars!
Characters/pairings I'd be taking requests for would be:
Thrawn x Reader
Eli Vanto x Reader
Ar'alani x Reader
Thrawn x Reader x Ar'alani
Thrawn x Reader x Eli Vanto
Thrawn x Eli Vanto
Thrawn x Ar'alani
Platonic, rival, and joke scenarios for basically any character in Thrawn or Thrawn Ascendancy series (though I've yet to read Lesser Evil)
Trans, gender neutral, and requested genders accepted
NSFW and angst requests accepted.
Might reblog some prompt lists for you guys too to choose from
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thrawnspetgoose · 11 months ago
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Let me take care of you. Ar'alani xF!reader
Ar'alani is stressed, so you order a night in. Reverse dom!Ar'alani sub!reader who doms so she can look after her lover and partner.
Obligatory warnings: My blog is 18+ and most of my works too. Sub! Dom! dynamic. Girl on girl mostly oral. Food involved and alcohol.
This was meant for kinktober. But instead you get it for Thanksgiving. Please enjoy it. XD
Ar'alani has been busy with the Grysk and politics that come with war. But that didn't mean either of you didn't find hidden moments to spend evenings or even nights together.
So when Ar'alani sent you word that she would be staying the night while on world, you were struck with an idea.
So out you went, ordering her favorite foods of a cheese and meat board, with sides of her absolutely adored crispy vegetables, both fried and deep fried for variety with her more favored sauces.
You bought flowers and candles scented caramal. Not long after you light them their scent fills your apartment.
Before setting the dinner table with your chosen dishes, you went and changed choosing black strappy lingerie and your fluffy dressing gown.
Once pleased with your presentation, you laid your trap. Tonight, you would dominate your absolutely amazing and stunning tactician of a Chiss Admiral.
Ar'alani returned to your shared apartment she merely raised an eyebrow when she took in your approaching form.
"You're plotting." You can hear the pleased smile in her voice as you reach within grabbing distance letting yourself be pulled into a firm embrace.
"I don't think you mind this plot of mine visahot." You answer, kissing her plush lips, which brings a smile to them.
"No I do not." She whispers pulling you in for a hungry devouring kiss. You pull away for a moment.
"Let me tonight. You do so much and I want you to relax."
Ar'alani let's you lead her to the set up living room and sighs at the sight of her favorites all laid out.
She sits and lets you feed her after taking her outer uniform off. But even then, neither of you can keep your hands off each other.
You straddle he string powerful thighs grinding slightly as you pull and knead at her breath and gasp between kisses.
Ar'alani is in a similar shape, hands not resting she pulls your dressing gown away, and her expression darkens at the sight of your choice of lingerie.
"All this for me ch'acah?" I truly am spoilt." And like that the rest is off. You both trace eachother feeling the soft skin.
Chiss have thicker skin but it is still soft. While you, the admirals human was soft skin with surprising muscle. But Ar'alani was still gentle even when she was in bed.
At last, you settle on the ground between her knees, eyeing the slit that hid your prize from view.
Leaning forwards with the flat of your tongue you lick a fat stripe up it and back letting the blushing folds open to trails your tongue through and around them. Even pressing your mouth flat to suck greedily enjoying the juices that gathered.
Chiss sex was wet, sloppy, and slow, and you loved it. Loved being covered in your lovers juices. And she similarly loved watching you work so hard to please her. Carding long slender blue fingers through your hair, tugging on occasion.
You bring a finger to her folds and trace teasing what you know you can, gathering some of her juices before bringing it down to touch yourself as you begin working to both of your finishes.
And when she comes repeatedly on your face leaving it soaked and look up to see her blessed expression. You know your mission was successful.
You run a bath, share it together, and spend the rest of the night cuddled together, exchanging stories and eating the forgotten food.
Taglist: @thrawns-babygirl @al-astakbar @khapikat222 @twilekchiss
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twilekchiss · 1 year ago
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Hey Thrawn & Chiss Fans!
Do you read, write, or enjoy Thrawn/Chiss fanfic of the canon character x oc or reader variety?
I've started a small 18+ Discord server for those of us that do. It's fairly new, but we've got a couple active users. If you're interested in it, send me a DM and I'll send you the invite.
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danger-xylophones · 2 years ago
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Ar'alani + nonbinary reader cuddling...?
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warnings: none I think? I mean the reader sits on Lani's lap but that's about it
not edited, we die like dumbasses
masterlist | chiss
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"Admiral," your address is crisp and professional, prompting her to turn away from her conversation with Wutroow to focus on you, "Syndic Irizi'rico'yan has safely landed on Csaplar. He sends his regards and thanks you for the safe journey.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” She smiled gently, thin lips curving upwards beautifully. “You are dismissed for the night.”
You nodded once and left the bridge swiftly, all too aware that if you had lingered your heart would have begun to pound loud enough for the whole bridge to hear. And you didn't need the Admiral to know how smitten you were. It was embarrassing.
Ar'alani and Wutroow watched you go - the latter with an amused grin on her face. "You should tell them." She chirped, turning to the admiral.
"Tell them what?" Ar'alani asked, almost passing for clueless.
But Wutroow had served under her long enough to know exactly when the admiral was trying to deflect. "Don't play dumb, admiral - it doesn't suit you." She continued before Ar'alani had the chance to look offended. "You adore them, it's obvious, and they feel the same."
"You sound awfully certain, Captain." Ar'alani raised an eyebrow at her friend.
She shrugged and folded her hands behind her back. "Like I said, it's obvious to anyone who bothers to pay attention."
"Really?" Ar'alani asked. "Tell me, Wutroow, when did you notice then?"
"Oh, months ago, admiral. They've been pining after you since that whole debacle with the Paataatus." Wutroow chuckled. "It's a bit sad, really - every time they see you they get this dopey look on their face and they can't hardly look you in the eye." She raised an eyebrow at the admiral. "You really hadn't noticed?"
Ar'alani shook her head but had a thoughtful look on her face. "No, I hadn't. I thought they were just intimidated by me."
"Well, I won't lie," Wutroow began in a chortle, "I'm sure that's a part of it. But I'm confident it runs deeper than that."
The admiral was quiet for a moment as she sorted through her private thoughts. "Excuse me," she looked back at Wutroow, "I have an important matter to attend to."
"No worries, Admiral. " The captain smirked. "I understand perfectly. I'll keep the ship running while you're off romancing the second officer."
Ar'alani had half a mind to rebuke her but she knew that ultimately it would only encourage the senior captain's teasing. So, instead, she stuck to her goal and followed you off the bridge and to your quarters. When she got to the trapezoidal door separating your room from the hallway, she pressed the com to speak to you inside. "Lieutenant Commander?"
There was a quiet shuffling from inside and then, through the com, your voice broke, "Y-yes, Admiral? Is there something you need?"
"Yes, actually." Ar'alani couldn't help the small grin that tugged at her lips. "May I enter?"
"Um..." the com clicked off for a moment before crackling back to life, "one moment please I am not decent." Again, the com clicked off and Ar'alani was left standing in the hall for a few minutes before the door slid to the side, revealing you dressed in your fatigues. Your hair was damp, evidently you'd been fresh from the refresher, and Ar'alani could detect the faintest whiff of a soft smelling soap. "How can I help you?"
"I was hoping to discuss a..." she paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully, "personal matter with you."
"Oh," your mouth fell open in slight surprise, "of-of course. Would you, um, would you like to come in?"
Ar'alani nodded once and you stepped back to let her in before promptly scrambling further in yourself to pick up your uniform you'd abandoned on the floor. "I, wasn't expecting anyone to drop by," you began to explain as you hastily stuffed it into the small hamper tucked into the corner, "let alone you." You turned back to find her standing in the middle of your small quarters, looking around curiously at the small mementos you'd gathered over the years. "I'm afraid I can't offer you much but please," You gestured, a little helplessly towards the small reading chair you'd smuggled aboard, "make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you," she hummed softly and crossed over to sit. She crossed her legs, right over the left, and settled her hands primly in her lap. "I see no need to delay." She began suddenly. "Wutroow brought something interesting to my attention after you left the bridge." You tilted your head but didn't say anything, giving the woman room to speak. "She spoke of certain feelings you may hold for me." She raised her hands, perching her elbows on the arms of the chair to hide her mouth behind her fingers. "I've come to find out if this is true." Her eyes met yours. "Is it?"
You felt the blood drain from your face, your heart began to thunder, and your stomach twisted into a veritable cyclone of anxiety. Unsticking your tongue from the roof of your mouth, you managed to speak. "Am I in trouble?"
"No," she quirked an eyebrow, "but you will be if you choose to lie to me."
Silence fell, nearly suffocating you as you tried to figure out the best move. Lying provided the best chance of saving your career but Ar'alani was a walking lie detector. She'd know in an instant. But perhaps the truth would grant you mercy. "I'm sorry, admiral." You started, ripping your gaze away from hers. "I know my feelings are completely unprofessional and I've tried to rid myself of them for so long. But," you carded your hands through your hair anxiously, "it's like telling myself to stop breathing." A frustrated sigh ripped from you. "I just...can't. Every time I see you, they come right back and I-"
"What exactly do you feel for me?" Ar'alani was careful to keep her voice soft and free of the normal tone she used to command her warriors.
She watched in real time as you struggled to find the exact words, your eyes flitted around, looking anywhere but her. "It's..." you started, sighing explosively, "It's hard to put it into words."
"Would actions help you express yourself?" She lowered her hands, opening her posture.
"I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." Your voice was quiet, timid, and it sent an odd pang through Ar'alani's chest.
"You won't." Ar'alani soothed, parting her legs this time and reaching a hand out. "Come here." Each step was slow and halting. The admiral could see the uncertainty on your face clear as daylight. "If you fear repercussions, will you trust me to express myself first?" You nodded and she lifted her hand a little higher to prompt you to take it. The moment you did, she tugged you forward between her parted knees. "Sit on my lap." A flush filled your face, on clear display for the admiral's infrared vision. Your mouth parted and Ar'alani knew what you were going to ask. "I'm serious - I would like to hold you," she squeezed your hand, "if you'll let me?"
Carefully, you turned to the side just a bit. Ar'alani released your hand in favor of grasping your waist with both of hers to guide you down onto her thigh. Next, she ducked an arm to prompt your legs up enough for her to slide her legs closed beneath you, providing a more comfortable perch. "You do not need to be so tense, dear," It took all of her willpower not to laugh chuckle at you. "Relax into me," she looped her arms around your waist, "you are welcome here." Painfully slow, you began to relax - leaning into her hold more and more until you were reclined against her chest with your arms looped around her shoulders.
"Are you sure this is alright?" You couldn't help but ask, voice barely above a whisper.
Ar'alani couldn't stop the small chuckle that slipped from her and you felt it bounce her shoulders. "So uncertain, what happened to my confident warrior?" She teased, looking up at you with a grin on her face.
Your face grew even warmer and your arms tensed on her shoulders.
But, Ar'alani laid her head against you to stop you from retreating and you felt yourself freeze. "Mmm," she hummed, a low and contented sound that spurred a fuzzy feeling to relax your shoulders, "I'll admit, I'd long suspected you'd been hiding something from me." She turned her face in, her forehead pressing into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. "But it took Wutroow's comment on the bridge after you left to actually seek you out." Her face lifted from it's spot so she could look you in the eyes again. "I did not expect you to turn shy when confronted."
You were aware you were puffing your cheeks out like a child but you couldn't seem to stop. "Put yourself in my shoes. Your beautiful commanding officer shows up in your room asking about how you've been pining after her...for...months..." Your eyes grew wide at your own admittance, mortification flooding your system. "Um..."
Ar'alani chuckled. "You are too precious." Squeezing your waist, she returned her head to your neck and brushed her lips over your pulse point - igniting the blood in your veins. "I think I will have to keep you."
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readinglistfics · 1 year ago
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waiting in vain for thrawn to come back - dancing with a memory
i cannot stop thinking about chiss!reader who has been waiting for thrawn to come back. and he hasn't.
thrawn x chiss!reader
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you have known vurawn your whole life. back when you two were just kids back in rentor, when he became the mid-ager thrawn and left for taharim academy, promising you time and time again that he would be back. that was the first time you waited for him. and when he came back, he wasn't just your friend anymore--he became yours. he took you away from rentor, brought you to naporar, and gave you his family name: mitth, as you professed your love for each other and you accepted his hand in marriage.
thrawn never broke a promise. sure, there were times when he had to be away longer than he meant to, but it was never too long.
on lonely nights, you scoot closer to his side of the bed, cold, his scent faint, and remember a young vurawn, surprisingly bright-eyed and serious for his age, "of course, i will come back!" as he cradled your cheeks in his hands before leaning in to kiss your forehead.
when he told you about the exile, you were sad--but not for the reason he thought. you didn't even think about staying behind: your home was wherever he was. you followed him across the ascendancy, you built your life together. and when he calmly told you that, "the family needs you, y/n," you scoffed and said, "but you are my family. not them. not the mitth."
you should have been more insistent.
he held your face in his hands once more, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, like he always does, "i will only be away for a while."
you shook your head, "that could mean weeks, months, ye--"
"one year," thrawn told you resolutely, "no more than one year. not a day more." he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips to yours so gently and lovingly. "of course, i will come back," he said.
but it has been twenty-five years, and all that came was a human.
not him.
were you cursed? to wait for someone who has died? who decided you were not worth coming back to?
like clockwork, you receive a message on your questis, notifying you that your friend ar'alani has returned to naporar.
you're both much older than you were the first time you stood there, with a hopeful look on your face.
ar'alani has aged gracefully, and she carried herself with the pride and strength of a warrior. but when she saw you waiting for her, eyes silently pleading for any news, she deflated and shook her head at you weakly.
you closed your eyes, trying not to cry.
but you have been waiting for thrawn your entire life, you couldn't imagine doing anything else.
but what if he's not the person you love anymore? what will you do then?
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thrawn turns his gaze to the viewport. he's older now, carrying many years of service to the empire. a lot of people are hoping and praying for his return.
the small, nagging voice in his head calls out to him. there was one person who had been waiting far longer than anybody else.
and she's out there waiting. he can imagine her watching the sky.
and she's waiting.
he knows she's waiting.
he knows she waits for him.
and he will return to her one day. he closes his eyes, remembering the last words he said to her, "of course, i will come back."
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guys, he's not going back to the ascendancy...is he?
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septima-severa · 3 months ago
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When Thrawn sends the reader to the Ascendancy...
... And nobody believes you could carry a hybrid child.
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“You wanted to see me, Supreme Admiral?” The door closed behind his back, and Eli Vanto was now alone in Ar’alani’s office. He trained his eyes on her, purposefully ignoring the wall behind her adorned with mementos from her long career. There, in the lower corner, was an old photograph of her and Thrawn, presumably from their graduation at the Taharim Academy, and it pained him to see it every time he walked in – even after all those years. But was that a bitterness towards the man he was feeling now?
“She didn’t lie,” the Admiral started, still contemplating her CMO’s report on the alien, her chin resting on top of interlocked fingers. “But who is she?”
He sighed heavily, shifting his gaze to the floor momentarily. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask her, ma’am. I met her only once before,” he tried evasive tactics – as evasive as he dared in the presence of this remarkable Chiss. There was no way Eli Vanto would admit he had met her in an interrogation chamber, being a supervisor for the torture of a prisoner.
“Yet you visited her in the med bay earlier, Ivant. And left a book there for her, I was told.”
He gulped.
She tried once more, too tired to maintain her commanding voice. “Admiral Mak’ro’s team has conducted a preliminary examination on her ship. There was a laboratory equipment on board. Is she some kind of a science officer?”
“As far as I know, she’s a civilian. Zoologist. I thought –”
“That the Essays on Creatures Mythical, Extinct and Endangered would interest her. I see,” Ar’alani finished for him. “I’m not going to ask how you procured this book in the middle of Chaos.” She observed his facial heat increase subtly. “But next time, I would suggest something more suitable for a beginner level in Cheunh.”
This time, his heat signal in infrared lit up considerably upon a particular memory how his shipmates had gifted him with a children’s book once. He didn’t think his proficiency in a new language had been so bad to prompt such prank back then, yet he had been keeping the battered copy in his quarters ever since.
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Strangely enough, I was thinking about Hornblower when I wrote this bit. When he was a prisoner of war in Spain, Horatio Hornblower was given a book, Don Quixote, and a dictionary to learn Spanish. I hadn't elaborated whether Thrawn had taught the reader also writing of Cheunh, I had only mentioned their late night conversations to practice his native language. As the reader is Force-sensitive, she might be proficient enough and understand the spoken words, but I don't think the Force works also for the texts... And as the reader is now stuck with Admiral Ar'alani, it seemed fitting that Eli Vanto would give her something. Although, the Essays on Creatures Mythical, Extinct and Endangered might be a bit... advanced. And no dictionary to go by.
Maybe Vanto will be her dictionary? I don't know, man, seems kinda... fitting.
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Oh my, I want to watch the series again...
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aroayr-shuk · 2 years ago
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The Wedding
Warnings: long vows (like seriously a lot of vows), wedding, fluff, uses "____" instead of y/n
I used Buddhist vows for some of them, I thought they fit with Chiss culture.
I stand at the crest of the aisle. Long rows of pews line the edges of a path sculpted through the snow. My feet are bare, much to the chargrin of the man standing at the end. Anklets adorn each of my feet, strings of crystals connecting the chain to a ring on my middle toe. A long, a-line skirt reachs to the top of my feet, nearly obscuring the jewelry. It drapes across my hips, falling to the ground in ripples. The white fabric is thick and heavy, lifted with a petticoat, and embroidered with silver vines. Pieces of lace cover the skirt like a layer of snow, and obscuring a small pocket tucked away in the folds.
Above the skirt, a break shows skin, the skirt and bodice are not connected and the gap between the two pieces shows an ornate belly ring, layered with glittering diamonds. The bodice is lace, with silk sleeves that reach to my wrists where a double-ring rests between two fingers on my right hand. It's light and comfortable. And the scalloped neckline shows my collarbone. With each step I take, the dress shimmers as if frost is embedded into it.
Simple silver hoops adorn my ears, diamond studs climb up to my helix, and a chain made of glittering crystals and pearls connects a ring on my nose to the one on my ear. Faint blush tinges my cheeks, though I'm sure most of it is more natural now than makeup. A combination of the cold and the intense eyes of the man in front of me.
A pearl and diamond net wraps around my hair, pulled up safely and secured with half a thousand bobby pins. Resting in my hands is a small bouquet, constructed of various wildflowers collected this morning by the children and bridesmaids.
My feet fall into the soft snow, with each step my breath quickens, my heart starts to race. He stands before me, mere steps away.
His own appearance isn't much different than any other day. His skin a dark cerulean, a start contrast to the white uniform he wears, his rank plaque though absent. The two-piece is fitted to him perfectly, it is reinforced with extra padding for warmth, as well as tall black boots and a cinched belt. He does not wear his gloves today.
Tall and lean, he stands a head taller than me. His stature is intimidating, his broad shoulders squared and his stance proud, his hands clasped infront of him. But his eyes are soft.
They shine brighter than they normally would, red and intense as they gaze into my own, watching every step I take closer to him. The faint pupils are dilated, and I can almost see the anticipation.
He's handsome, and in the winter light of Rentor; ethereal.
When I reach the small dais the groom and Ar'alani stand on, he reaches out a hand to help me across the small step. I take his hand gratefully and swing my skirts behind me. I stand facing him for a moment, before releasing his hand to turn to the officiant and he does as well.
The ceremony would be held in Sy Bisti, so that both of our families could understand, but our vows would be spoken in our native tongues. Ar'alani smiles slightly at the two of us, as an Admiral of the CEDF she is licensed to officiate weddings, and we did not have the time to find another officiant willing to marry a human and a chiss.
"Welcome all who have come to witness the union between this man and woman, ____ and Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Are there any who oppose this wedding?"
The pews filled with only our closest friends and family, gaze up at us, joy kindles in their eyes and none speak against us.
"Very well then, let us commence with the vows." Ar'alani gestures for the two of us, I sink to my knees pillowed by the soft dress, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as Thrawn kneels, we are turned slightly to each other. With a breath Ar'alani begins the long vows,
"Do you Mitth'raw'nuruodo and ____ pledge to help each other to develop your hearts and minds, cultivating compassion, generosity, ethics, patience, enthusiasm, concentration, and wisdom as you age and undergo the various ups and downs of life and to transform them into the path of love, compassion, joy, and equanimity?"
Smiling, on my knees I turn to Thrawn for a moment.
"I do." I whisper and an echo, "Ch'ah k'ir."
"Recognizing that the external conditions in life will not always be smooth and that internally your own minds and emotions will sometimes get stuck in negativity, do you pledge to see all these circumstances as a challenge to help you grow, to open your hearts, to accept yourselves, and each other; and to generate compassion for others who are suffering?"
"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."
"Understanding that just as we are a mystery to ourselves, each other person is also a mystery to us, do you pledge to seek to understand yourselves, each other, and all living beings, to examine your own minds continually and to regard all the mysteries of life with curiosity and joy?"
"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."
Ar'alani smiles at us, her hand reaches for my own and holds it up as she asks the questions again, this time directed.
"Will you take this man?"
I turn to look at Thrawn, to find him gazing at me, a kind of intensity to his eyes. I smile slightly before turning back to Ar'alani.
"I will." I say confidently. and turning fully to him I say my portion of the vows, "I will take you as you are, to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun."
Ar'alani nods a small good whispered beneath her breath before she repeats the same question to Thrawn, pointed and direct.
"Ch'ah k'ir." With a nod from Ar'alani, he reaches forward and unclips the chain connecting my ear and nose, he twists it in his hands, before connecting it once again this time to the opposing ear and a small stud. "Bah sea csei Ch'ah cart vim sea csei Ch'ah viz, Ch'ah ch'avsat'cah vah veah vah cart. Ch'ah vun'ur vah veah ch'a ch'etecerci. Ch'ah bun'zan'i to sascasi nah bah to carcun'co sir Ch'ah cart ch'eo ch'acico ch'aah vim ch'eo ch'acico cart ch'eo."
"You may now kiss the bride," she grins and as she cross behind me to give us privacy she whispers "he's yours now."
Ar'alani gestures for us to stand and a small Chiss girl comes running to the front of the aisle who holds a small fan in her hand, she offers it to me and I take it from her hand with a quick "bin'vi" and giggle from the girl. I turn to Thrawn, he has a small smile on his face and his eyes are filled with love.
"Ch'acah." I face Thrawn and with one powerful stride, he closes in on me, I hardly have enough time to click open the fan to cover the kiss.
Thrawn's vows: "With all that I am and all that I have, I accept you as you are. I honor you as a woman, as an equal, and as a warrior. I welcome the uncertainties of the future for I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."
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lieutenantselnia · 6 months ago
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I wanted to make a May the 4th post dedicated to my Star Wars f/os yesterday, but I gotta be honest I just did not have the energy ._. So I'm just gonna do it now though!
I never really talked much about my Star Wars f/os on here because despite having 5 of them (maybe more if you count platonics), they're all secondary f/os and I hardly find the time to dedicate art or writing to them. They still mean a lot to me though and I think they're wonderful and interesting characters, so here they are💕
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First up, Grand Admiral Thrawn/Mitth'raw'nuruodo, I first got to know him properly through Rebels (I knew he had existed in the Legends universe before already but didn't particularly care about him) and not going to lie, for a while I found him really annoying. He seemed very arrogant to me and I didn't get how he could always be a step ahead of the rebels, but I learned to understand and appreciate him, and somehow I fell in love with him eventually. At the time he was probably the strongest fictional crush I ever had (this man literally made me question my asexuality at some point - I didn't know that micro-labels like grey-, demi- or fictosexual were a thing back then). I didn't know about the existence of a self ship community back then, but in my head I shipped a character that was basically myself with him (with a few changes of course, like I was 16 at the time but my s/i was obviously a grown adult, the story I had in mind for her wouldn't have made sense otherwise anyway). I also started writing character x reader fanfictions about him! I finished a few one-shots, but the only multi-chapter story I started has unfortunately been laying around abandoned for a few years. I still kind of want to write an ending for it one day, but I don't know when that will happen. I struggled with my feelings for Thrawn after some uncomfortable experience with a former acquaintance in the Star Wars community, but as this is luckily in the past and maybe I can reconnect with him some day (In the meantime I'd love to meet other Thrawn shippers who are comfortable sharing him!). Regardless of that my love for him has had a significant influence on me, because without him I would've probably never made my art instagram account (the first social media account I made aside my personal insta account that I never use) and wouldn't have met many of my wonderful online friends.
Next up, Admiral Ar'alani, she's gorgeous and at least partially responsible for my bi awakening. I mean just look at her! Due to being a book character she's probably kind of underrated and less well known, I'd love to see an animated series about her and the crew of the Steadfast! I loved her in the Thrawn trilogy, I still have to read the Ascendancy trilogy though.
Commodore Karyn Faro probably wins the price for the most underrated f/o among them (also F in the chat for her for having literally 2 canonical depictions in a comic and no other visual reference, that's why I had to choose a slightly silly picture for her). I loved reading from her perspective in the Thrawn trilogy and I always enjoyed her dynamic with him too. Despite having her as an f/o I also ship her with Ar'alani, I think they'd make a cute couple. At the moment her canonical fate is pretty much unknown (I don't think it was ever made clear whether she left the Chimaera to transfer to her own fleet before Thrawn left for Lothal or not?), but although it is unlikely I personally wish that she'd also somehow end up with the Chiss like Eli did and get a happy ending with them.
Tech was just a very relatable character for me, and I knew I'd like him pretty much from the start. I always had a weak spot for this slightly nerdy scientist type of characters (namely Kowalski from TPoM and Mr. Spock from Star Trek TOS), I just never really f/o'd any of them before since I was like 8 years old or so at the time I was obsessed with them. But oh I had so much fun watching Tech, and his quote "I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you"? That hit right in the heart especially since I could relate so much to it. Also he must still be alive, I don't accept that he's gone no matter what the canon says.
Last but not least, I think General Grievous/Qymaen jai Sheelal was actually my second proper fictional crush, but for some reason it took me until last year to properly admit to it? I don't know, apparently 13 year old me was unconsciously in denial about being a monster lover, or just somehow unaware that I could just ship myself or an oc with him and didn't have to pick one of the canon characters. He's a character I'd actually love to come back some time, it's mainly that I'm too focused on my other f/os at the moment, but I think he deserves more love (yes I know he's kind of horrible too, but I think horrible fictional guys can still be loved and cherished).
Anyway this got longer than I anticipated, but at least you have an introduction to some of my secondary f/os now I guess. Anyways I hope you all had a happy Star Wars day, and who knows, maybe some of these guys here will make an appearance on my blog again in the future <3
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starsinmylatte · 3 years ago
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For the headcanons, ar'alani is a very dominant person but also soft and empathetic when not in admiral mode and I'd imagine those two sides mesh nicely behind closed doors.
If you don't write for her or women it's all good! (I don't think I've seen you write women but then again i haven't been here long :p)
Anon, my beloved, I do write for women!! This is over 5 sentences whoops, but I hope you enjoy. 🥰
18+ only minors DNI
Slow mornings with your lover were few and far between, but you absolutely relished each one you were blessed with. Ar’alani looked almost angelic curled up beside you as the first rays of dawn fell over her body. They danced across her glossy, raven hair, trailed down to caress her high cheekbones, and gently shone on her perfect lips; your hand moved to lovingly trace their path before you could even think. Ar’alani stirred at the light touch and reflexively reached out, drawing you in closer as she slowly opened her eyes. You began to apologize for waking her, but as soon as your lips parted, she silenced you with a tender kiss.
“No need to apologize. I was already awake,” Ar’alani murmured.
She was in no rush this morning; her lips lovingly caressed yours and the kiss slowly deepened. Her hands tangled in your hair, and she drew you in even closer as you draped your arm across her waist. Your breath hitched as Ar’alani lightly nipped at your bottom lip, allowing her tongue access to explore your mouth. Light moans freely fell from your lips and spurred her on as she continued her lovingly torturous assault.
Suddenly, in one fluid motion, Ar’alani pushed you flat on your back and pinned you to the mattress. Her red eyes sparkled with barely contained lust and mischief as she leaned over you. “I hope you don’t plan on leaving my bed anytime soon.”
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anastasiiaosypova · 5 months ago
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Ar'alani/Reader fic I'm currently enjoying.
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vibratingskull · 4 months ago
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A x reader and OC community for Thrawn's fandom ❤️
No shipping
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Only wholesomeness
If you love anything Chiss you are welcome ❤️
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fallenrepublick · 4 years ago
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Can I request cuddling with Ziara?
I would like to be held by Tall Chiss Lady (TM)
As would I, mate... As would I...
There’s not much question that she’s the big spoon in this situation. That dominant energy shows up in nearly every aspect of your interactions and this is no different!
There are a few ways she likes to do this. This first is simple, for days when you’re likely to have to get up at any moment. Really, you’re just leaned into her side, one of her arms around you and the other hand fiddling with yours. She has a look of contentment on her face that tells you that she’d much rather be with you the rest of this time than go do whatever it is they’re calling her for.
The other way is for when there’s nothing to do, no impending work or disaster interfering with your time. Here, she prefers you laying across her lap or leaning your back to her chest, your bodies so perfectly shaped together that one would think they were designed to do so. She fiddles with your hair or every so often beckons you to face her a little, so that she can press a soft kiss on your lips. Just because she can.
Her favourite place to cuddle is the couch, as that way, you can share a blanket and be cosy together. Armchairs are a no-go, because she cannot sit like a normal person, and you end up falling asleep in bed. Great for nighttime and off-days, but not so great for the work week.
Her cuddle sessions often involve some sort of warm drink to start off, at least to ease both of you into comfort. She makes the best tea both on and off the planet, and you know it.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, can pull her away from the second type of cuddle session. Once she’s down, she’s down, and if anyone needs something, they’ll have to wait until the next day.
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thrawnspetgoose · 1 year ago
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How it ended:Epilogue. ThrantoxF!reader
Kinktober contribution.
Warnings: The completion to the thranto x reader series with some serious smut. There should be nothing said. Bandage guy on girl. Threesome anal oral teasing.
As always read at your own risk and enjoy.
It had been adventurous when you blue husband returned to the Ascendancy. And even more so when he declared he was going to marry you and Eli.
When conflict ended and everything was said and done, the three of you had settled down on a back water world in a decent house to raise a family.
Eli still worked for the CDF on his Skywalker data analysis while playing the homemaker to you and Thrawn, who were the breadwinners. Thrawn to still did the odd commission but was becoming a renowned art dealer, with your art being his main product.
Your family was big. Biologically you had 9 children on top of a handful of Skywalker who wanted to stay with Eli. Un'nee being one.
It was your anniversary, and Thrawn had booked a sex dungeon resort. Yes. A sex dungeon. An exotic resort with the purpose of being a place for couples to explore kinks.
It's been glorious, no kids, having left a begrudging Ar'alani and company to babysit, which meant the sex wasn't hurried.
Currently, Thrawn had tied you to a chair and was heartedly kissing your cowboy. Eli looked glorious his tan skin flushed, gorgeous dick standing at attention with a cockring at his base.
You whimpered at the sight straining wanting in on the action, only to jolt and whine into the gag as Thrawn pressed the remote springing to life the vibrator in your dripping cunt.
The blue bastard smirked at you, pulling away from Eli, who whimpered as he allowed Thrawn to gently pushing the younger man to his knees.
Eli eagerly engulfed the beautiful blue cock in his mouth which also had a cockring at its base. As the warmth of your cowboy's mouth took in your blueberry's cock the vibrator in your cunt stopped.
You whine only to whimper loudly as Thrawn reaches over, retrieving the device with gorgeous dexterous fingers and he lefts the vibrator to his lips. Tasting you.
"Mm. Exquisite as always" He pulls Eli off him who gasps and happily sucks the vibrator when it is offered. He moans as he tastes you and Thrawn looks very delighted watching him.
Eli's hands are tied behind his back but he looks happy to let Thrawn lead this room, one he had requested and wanted it to be the last room of the weekend.
Thrawn presses a kiss to Elis forehead before guiding him to kneel on the bed across from the table you're on.
"Keep it there." Thrawn instructs pressing the vibrator between Elis lips once more as glowing eyes turn to you roving your form.
Like a predator, Thrawn walks towards you, stroking his beautiful length as his eyes ravage your naked restrained form. He reaches out and runs cool blue fingers up your belly, stroking the stretchmarks left from 9 children. All beautiful like their fathers. But Eli claims that he sees you in all of them. Thrawn does to, and is mostly the reason you have that many. The man just loves you being pregnant and the knowledge that he and Eli did that arouses him.
He leans down, kissing you sloppily, not caring for grace, wanting you to taste yourself and Eli on his lips.
Eli moans as he watches you both eyes darkened with lust and desire for the two people he adores most.
The hand not holding the controller for the vibrator reaches down, and expert fingers slide through your folds and circle your clit barely pushing in.
You whimper, hips pushing up to meet those glorious fingers. Thrawn growls in warning delivering a quick slap to your pussy. It stings and burns pleasantly.
You moan loudly now that you are free from you gag and Thrawn smiles pleased. He deftly undoes the binds holding you to the table. "Be a good girl and remove my cockring."
You do as instructed watching as he exhales heavily before strong blue arms lift you up bringing your legs to rest around his hips as he lines up with your pussy before dropping you with practiced ease.
Your back arches as you hiss with pleasure. Thrawn moves still standing, giving Eli a good view of the show about to begin.
Slowly. Agonizingly slowly Thrawn begins to bounce you on his cocktail as you choke back sobs of pleasure clinging to his shoulders.
Eli settles back watching, sucking the toy still between his lips as Thrawn increases the speed with which he is fucking into you, roughly bouncing you on his glorious blue cock.
Suddenly, you're slammed onto the bed beside your human husband, your back arching as you gasp and whimper, insuprise from this show of surprising strength.
Thrawn takes a moment, wrapping an arm under your hips to tilt them at an angle, letting him hit that spot that has you keening.
You openly whimper and wreath in the Chiss' grasp as Eli watches hips jolting as he watches his husband and wife fuck like lothcats beside him.
Reaching out a hand to touch Eli the man shudders when he feels your hand on his need seemingly forgotten length. Eli thrusts into you hand with abandon moaning around the vibrator as he chases relief.
Thrawn drops the remote beside you, his hand joining yours on Eli's dick.
You feel it it as a sudden crescendo stiffening and shaking as you orgasm around Thrawns cock. The man stiffens as this pulls his from him spilling inside you. He gives you a quick kiss remaining inside and leans over, undoing the cockring on Eli's dick. He dips down and takes the dick of his husband into his mouth sucking noisily teasing the younger man's balls.
Eli throws his head back moans as he finally gets the relief of Cumming. Thrawn collects all the spill before returning to your lips and delivers Eli's salty goodness silently, ordering you to swallow it. You do so eagerly before finally relaxing from orgasmic bliss as both men move to snuggle beside you, holding each other tight.
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"Thank you, my loves," You whisper, drifting in the haze of sleepiness that comes from rough play.
Eli smiles, kissing your temple, and Thrawn kisses your hairline, placing a large blue hand on your belly. "And we you." He replies in that gorgeous voice tired.
You smile. Yes the three of you were no longer young, but times like these are truly worth cherishing.
A couple of months later and from the ensure you share with your husband's, "FOR MAKERS SAKE THRAWN!!!"
Eli doesn't even need to ask and gives the Chiss who looks far to pleased with himself a look. "You are in for it."
A/N: thank you for reading. I hope you all liked this. I have some more Chiss content as well as some other stuff planned for kinktober plz enjoy and keep an eye out. Happy Kinktober
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m-feline · 3 years ago
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Where you belong.
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Prompt: Chiss/Imperial gala
Tags: Thrawn x Freader
Summary: You were taking part for the first time in a gala held for the victory of CEDF. You feel nervous and Thrawn simply wants to reminder you that where you belong. Another Ascendancy one-shot.
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(Y/n) looked at herself in the mirror. Never did she think of wearing something like an elegant dress or attending a gala for victory. Much less in Csilla, the capital city of the Chiss Ascendancy. The dress was beautiful, it was long and had silver tones and white embroidery at neck and back. But most importantly, it hid most of her skin so the rest could be covered with blue make up.
She was nervous. Aliens rarely take part in these galas. And many didn’t know she was one. Except a handful of people. Her hair was dyed yesterday and she had it tied up on elegant bun, yet it covered her ears. She was just finishing putting on earnings when Thrawn walked into the room.
“Beautiful.” He said softly causing her to twitch and turn around. He was wearing his dark CEDF uniform with golden chains of his previous victories at his collar.
“You scared me.” She chuckled when she saw who it was.
“I apologize, I simply couldn’t remain silent when I saw you.” Thrawn said as he took few steps closer. “This is the first time I see you wear formal clothing.”
“I never had anything formal to wear. Thalias sent this to me.” She explained.
“I should thank her later.” Thrawn said as he eyed the dress up and down. “Yet, you seem a bit… shinsan'ah.”
Troubled. (Y/n) turned to face the mirror again. But she could only see Thrawn's eyes looking at her through the mirror. He placed his hands to her shoulders reassuringly. She leaned back and softly collided with Thrawn's chest, closing her eyes.
“Do I really need to attend the gala?” She asked sighing.
“You also contributed to the victory, it is only right for you to participate as well.” Thrawn said.
“But not as myself. No one outside your ship knows my identity.” She said sadly.
Thrawn moved his hands to encage her in a hug while he nuzzled her head, carefully so the bun won’t come undone.
“Someday, ch'eo ch'otcavurt in'a. Someday, you will be standing at my side without hiding. This victory is just the beginning and then everyone will know your contributions.” Thrawn whispered and placed a kiss on her cheek. “As much as I wish to send a word that we won’t be attending, and perhaps make our own victory celebration. General Ba’kif wished to meet you for the first time face to face.”
“I understand. He wishes to see, what kind of alien has enchanted his best warrior?” She joked smirking.
“Or what kind of woman has impressed me?” Thrawn suggested.
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The place was packed, to say the least. Many were warriors who had participated in the battle, which had resulted in victory for the Chiss Ascendancy and their family members. Many representatives of those families were also attending. At least, those of the ruling families.
Though (Y/n) was wearing a complete disguise with blue makeup and a veil over her eyes. Her eyes were the one thing that couldn’t be disguised. Not many people paid attention to her or Thrawn as they walked together their arms linked together. They were already more interested in other things at the party, such as boosting their family's image if it was possible. Some may have turned to look at (Y/n) but soon they turned back to continue their discussion. Soon, however, (Y/n) and Thrawn found their own companion for discussion.
“Senior Captain Thrawn. Good thing that you came.” Ba’kif called. “I was almost sure that you wouldn’t come.”
“You wished for my presence, General. Or mostly you wished the presence of my companion.” Thrawn said as he brought (Y/n) a bit forward.
“Ah, Lady (Y/n). I’m happy that we finally meet face to face. I have heard many things about you.” Ba’kif said as he greeted her.
“Hopefully only good.” She said after she bowed her head. “I apologize for not greeting your formally.”
“No need. I have already heard so much about you that we can skip that part. You don’t need to worry about such small things.” Ba’kif assured her.
“But it is part of proper etiquette and though I may not be familiar with it, it is proper to greet a higher officer of the Expeditionary Defense Fleet.” (Y/n) said.
Ba'kif's smiled with his eyes as he turned to Thrawn. “You have taught her well. Even I wouldn’t guess she only learned our language in the recent year.”
“She is a fast learner. Most what she has learned are due to her own studying while I was in Naporar.” Thrawn said.
“I see. Let me then also express my gratitude for helping Captain Thrawn. He usually steps close to the line, but thanks to you he won’t have to. He gives us many victories but he should also look after himself.” Ba'kif said.
“You make it sound like I am causing trouble, General.” Thrawn said.
“You are, for some of us in the council. But I know you are doing it for the Ascendancy. But I can be at peace now that you actually keep it in the limits of the protocol. Thanks to our secret operative.” Ba'kif said.
“Which I hope she never have to become for real.” Ar'alani said as she approached the group. She wore her white uniform with chains too. “I would hate the day we would need to dismiss her.”
“Why would we dismiss her?” Ba'kif asked.
“If things ever get to the point where we need her to step in, we must already be in quite a lot of trouble. And when it happens it will be very difficult to simply hide her again.” Ar'alani said.
“The entire crew of the Springhawk knows her identity if that was your reason to worry.” Thrawn said.
“They know? How did they react?” Ar'alani asked.
“Some were quite surprised while some seemed to have suspected something before the revelation.” Thrawn said. “Either way, everyone came to conclusion that if she had been there with us as long as she has been, then there was a reason for it.”
“I’m surprised that no one reported it.” Ar'alani said.
“Oh, some did. To me at least but I told them that I already knew. And sort of… finished the case for them.” Ba'kif said.
“Is that so. Well, if you excuse, sirs. I came to pick up (Y/n). I wish to take her to meet with other ladies.” Ar'alani said and extended her hand towards (Y/n). Which she took gladly. Thrawn was a bit reluctant to part ways with her but Ba'kif still wished to talk with him, and apparently even Samakro joined them.
Ar'alani did take (Y/n) to meet other ladies, mostly Thalias who was questioned very harshly by Syndic Thurfian, for bringing Che'ri to the party. But with a few words from Ar'alani and some acting from (Y/n), they managed to get Thalias and Che'ri to come with them. Thalias thanked (Y/n) for helping her and (Y/n) thanked her for the dress. They talked together for a good while till Thrawn came to pick (Y/n), and guide her outside of the hall to a wide balcony.
“I hope you have enjoyed the festivity so far.” Thrawn said.
“I have. I was mostly nervous to cause unwanted attention but meeting with some familiar and friendly faces has made it better.” (Y/n) said.
“I'm glad to hear that.” Thrawn said and slipped his arm around her waist to pull her closer. “But I must admit, I was a bit envious when you left me.”
“Hey, I was invited to talk with the ladies. And it seemed like you had some important things to talk about with the General.” (Y/n) said smiling innocently.
“We can talk those things later in the office. I had hoped to spend time together with you.” Thrawn said. “We rarely get that time while on the mission.”
“I doubt it would be proper either.” (Y/n) giggled.
“No, it might not.” Thrawn admitted. “But it seemed like you needed to be reminded of that.”
“Of what?”
“That your place is by my side.” Thrawn said before he leaned forward to press a passionate kiss to (Y/n)’s lips. She kissed him back and soon both of them were emerged in the make out with each other.
What either didn’t know was that they were watched from the side corridor behind a corner.
“Thalias, I can’t see anything.” Che'ri said and tried to push Thalias's hands away from her eyes.
“You shouldn’t be seeing this.” Thalias said.
“I’m ten. It’s not like I haven’t see something like that before.” Che'ri said.
“Then you don’t need to see it.” Thalias added almost forgetting Samakro who froze when he saw the two lovers.
“Five minutes, they could have waited five minutes before doing… that.” Wutrooh said.
“Why did you bet that they would take even that long?” Ar'alani asked.
“Have you seen them? Sometimes he is ignorant and sometimes she is skeptical, and sometimes it’s vise versa.” Wutrooh said.
“Yes, I know.” Ar’alani said. “By the way, you owe me twenty.”
(Thalias and Che'ri had to help Samakro to walk again from the shock of witnessing private meeting of the lovebirds. And Wutrooh also had to pay for Ba'kid who also made a bet.)
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