Many have liked the modified chapter of my story Towards the future I see. So here is the masterlist for the chapter. The chapters have edited from OC to reader. I started to post them because they fit the certain prompts bit now I decided to post more of them.
Finished the Thrawn manga,(Man Tsang and others) this is only episode 1 so it will be interesting to see if they do more of the series. Here is Thrawn enjoying a shower now that his exile is over. There is some nice artwork, especially the colour pages at the start.
Took a while to cut and copy cleanly the some things so I could make my OC for is the Pic. Although I'm not entirely happy with the second one, but I posted it anyway to get it out of the WIP folder.
Thanks and shoutout to @hank-archive-animated for great screenshots.
Okay, I finally came up with the request for Samakro x Thalias. How about right after Thrawn's exile, they both go on with their mix of emotions about what happened. Thalias is devastated because she failed to protect Thrawn like she promised to Thooraki. And Samakro has his own disappointments regarding the Council in making this decision. But in the end, they both remain in Springhawk and continue they duties. But now they both have something in common, and that brings them closer. In my opinion, Samakro is older than Thalias, so maybe a little age gap? And of course, make it steamy at the end.đ€đł
Hi hi Thalias and Samakro đ The OGs. I'm not confident enough to write smut of those 2 yet, but the end is open for a possible future 2nd chapter (âčÚĄâč )
arts by @jun-c
Samakro x Thalias
Tags: short but sweet, early relationship, they are still getting used to being into each other, heart-to-heart, smoking, they still have hopes, they still believe despite it all...
"Since when do you smoke, Senior-Captain?"
Samakro snaps his head from the large bay window, offering a stunning view of the dark universe and its stars, toward the Caregiver entering the breakroom reserved for higher officers.
She is technically not a high officer, but a Caregiver has some privileges on her ship, courtesy of her hard work. And Samarko doesn't feel like arguing right nowâŠ
"Since when do you worry about my health, Caregiver?" He turns back to the large window, puffing on his cig, letting the sweet poison calm his nerves.
"Since our last 'conversation'⊠Samakro." She rigidly responds, placing herself next to him, leaning on the sturdy metal fence with a sigh.
"You are correct. I'm sorry, Thalias. I need to relax since the trial." He sighs in turn, letting a long cloud of smoke escape from his mouth.
"⊠Me too." She admits, "I feel so guilty⊠I was of no help to him."
Silently, Samakros hands his death stick to Thalias. She considers it, first offended, frowning her brows at him, then thoughtful, and after a last second of hesitation, she takes it from him and takes a puff.
She immediately coughs out her lungs, making him grin slightly.
"It tastes horrible!"
"You'll be addicted in no time."
"It's not healthyâŠ"
"No. No, it isn't." He crosses his arms on the fence, leaning forward, "Ressassing our regrets isn't healthy either. But sometimes we only have the sweet poisons left to keep going."
"What do you think about the sentence? Do you think it was⊠Fair?" She asks, her voice trembling before trying the stick again.
"Yes. And no." He admits, "He was looking at something like that for a long, long time. Yet his victory should have given him immunity."
She looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You wished they would not follow procedures and show preferential treatment? That would be a first."
"Not preferential treatment." He shakes his head, "But leniency. I agree that he should have been punished in a court-martial, but not to such a grave sentence. Not an exileâŠ"
"I can't believe he is not here anymore⊠Che'ri cries at night, she asks where he is while sleeping."
"You told her the truth?"
"Yes. We owed her that, and to him too."
"Indeed."
Thalias coughs again, but less, and hugs herself, giving the cig back to Samakro. He crushes it on the fence and throws it in a nearby ashtray.
The breakroom is dim and empty at that hour, that's why he came here. And she knew where to find him.
"And do you cry?" He asks after a moment of silence.
"When she isn't looking. I cry at night in my bed." She admits, resting her chin on her crossed arms on the fence.
"Does it ease your pain?"
"For a moment. But it comes back eventually."
"I see."
She then surprises him, pressing her head on his shoulders in an unprecedented show of affection, yet. He returns the energy, circling her shoulders with his arm to hug her tight in the dark.
"Do you think⊠He will be okay?" She asks, gulping, tears right behind her eyes.
But she refuses to let them escape. Instead, she focuses on the stars' light. The same light their Senior-Captain will see too, if he ever look up.
Somehow, sharing stars with him brings her some comfort.
Okay, gotta ask then, can we please get the next part of Arranged Marriage fic. đđ» Perhaps get the part where Thrawn is assigned as readers' marriage partner (perhaps Thurfian wanted to use it to humble Thrawn, but Thrawn doesn't really care), and Thrawn gets to meet readers in-person.
Here you go!
I took @loge2718's idea (and cover) and ran with it.
Thrawn x F!reader
Resume: On your way to your wedding to consolidate political relationships for your Kingdom, pirates kidnapped you and sent you in a cage to the Chaos. Mysterious blue aliens with red eyes receive you with some enthusiasm. What fate awaits you here?
part 1 - 2
You wake up, sleepy, realizing you are on a stretcher, rolling around in some corridors. You open your mouth to protest, but only a slurry of sounds escapes.
"Your medical exam is done. We are bringing you back to the stadium." A nurse, or what you suppose to be one, tells you with a thick accent.
"What⊠What did you�" You complain, trying to stand up.
Did those aliens drug you to examine you? Your mouth is dry and furred, your movements are slow and heavy, and you feel dizzy when you try to sit up.
The intern pushes you back down, somewhat gently, forbidding you from standing up. You pass the gates of the "stadium", and white light burns your eyes to tears, all sounds now amplified in this wide space. They stop and finally allow you to sit. You take a large breath before letting your feet touch the ground and standing up. You slightly tremble, but keep your balance, and you rejoin your sisters of misfortune.
Some join you, some try to rest in this perpetually lit environment, others are gone to their own exams, and others, finally, try not to turn mad by doodling on flimsy or reading for the small group who can read anything from this region.
"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" The blue twi-lek, Otojgaku, offers her assistance, circling your shoulders.
You smile at her tiredly, pressing your hand on her.
"I'm alive⊠It's more than some can brag about."
"Come sit."
You reach the bed, and you sit down, finding a piece of fruit on your pillow.
"I hid it for you. You were gone when they came distributing meals." Otojgaku explains, sitting down on the ground in front of you with some others.
"Thanks. I am ravenous." You lie.
You pick the plump fruit and take a sniff. Smells sweet. And tart. You bite into it, feeling the juice rolling down your chin and hand.
"Did you manage to see what they did?" One of the women asks.
"No." You sigh, "Just like all of you, I suspect they used a gas to put us to sleep."
"And did your⊠Force thing⊠Pick on something? Anything?" Otojgaku asks, febrile.
Again, you shake your head.
"No, I'm sorry. I was completely out."
"OkayâŠ" She answers, visibly disappointed in your response.
"Do you think⊠They injected us with something?" The girl next to you asks, hugging herself.
"Who knows?" The blue woman responds, "They could have done anything."
You raise your head in advance, before the doors of the stadium reopen, letting the rest of the girls appear, finally returning from their medical exam.
"We're all here." You murmur.
Did you think they would take some of you out? Yes. Most certainly, you thought they would.
Now⊠To wait. For whatever they have planned for you all.
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They had the decency to wait for you to finish eating breakfast before barging in, with their white blouses of doctors and scientists, backed by some armed individuals.
Of course, none of you gives them the pleasure to shiver or jump on your spot, as you warned them all that they were approaching. And that, amusingly enough, seemed to annoy some of the interns behind the head of the group while the guards simply stood firmly on their feet, exuding brutal strength.
The head scientist, however, could not care less. She takes out a datapad and clears her throat. She points to several girls, Otojgaku, and you.
"You are selected. My congratulations." She plainly says in Yezh.
She then points next to her.
"What⊠Did she say?"
"We are 'selected'." You translate.
"âŠFor what?" Otojgaku gulps.
You shrug, silencing the nausea growing in your stomach.
"I don't know. But I think we should obey before the guards start to act funnyâŠ" You slowly stand up and gain the scientist's side, keeping all the blue aliens in your field of vision. Otojgaku follows. The rest of the designated girls arrive after.
The scientist then points to 3 more girls.
"To the Examination room. Now."
You translate, digging your nails into your arm, not to start screaming at this⊠Mockery.
The women stand up, holding each other's hands in a show of support and sorority. An intern designates the door through which they came from, indicating to follow him. A guard follows the little group, a hand firmly on the cross of their tonfa.
The head scientist finally turns toward the little group of 4 women remaining. She sighs, taking off her glasses to slide them into her chest pocket.
"You are out."
"What?" You ask in Yezh, "What do you mean?"
An intern tssks at you, annoyed that you took the floor. But the leader turns to you and simply responds.
"They failed to fulfill all our demands. They are out." And she snaps her fingers.
Like robots, the rest of the guards advance to grab the girls and pull them out of the stadium. Otojgaku is the first to react. She throws herself on one of them to force them to let go, quickly joined by the rest of your group.
You remain still. Stunned. Like an out-of-body experience, you look at the scene from above, your sisters of misfortune fighting, the guards punching back, the scientists barking orders in a language you do not understand, and you, frozen on the spot.
You shake yourself out of that state and join your girls. You are not in the fight for long, still receiving some punches, when the blasting sound of a laser weapon resonates painfully in your ears and the entire stadium. The girls, stunned by the pain, cease to fight and are promptly seized by the arms to contain them.
Again, the head scientist sighs, putting her blaster back in its pocket.
"We are not about to kill them." She resumes, "We will release them on a nearby planet with some universes to get them home."
"âŠJust like that?" You ask, doubtful.
This time, she grins smuggly.
"Of course not. We will erase their memories beforehand. Now out!"
The guards hold you all down, and others drag the girls away, leaving them no means to escape. You look at them being taken away, powerless.
"And now, you." She fully turns to you, "You fulfill all the requirements and-"
"Requirements for what? Scientific experiments on aliens?" You ask, taking a step forward, only to be yanked back forcefully by the guard.
"You will see soon enough. Let's-"
"No!" You shout, stunning her for a second, "You abducted us, you bought us like meat, you dragged us here and imprisoned us. The least you could do is tell us what's going to happen!"
"You know we can force you to comply, or worse?"
"Yes. And we may choose death over it." You keep going, trying to ignore the painful fingers dug into your arms to keep you still, "You need us for something. You don't want us to die, or it would already be done! If you don't want us to cause problems until you decide to execute us, you could start by explaining what is going on!"
Otojgaku and the girls hold their breaths to that display of disobedience, while the scientist simply considers you silently. Again, she sighs, like none of it was worth her time, taking off her glasses to wipe them clean slowly.
"You're right. We need you alive. We have an ongoing project for you all. And if it works, if you succeed, you will be rewarded greatly."
"What are you both saying?" Otojgaku asks in Basic, voice trembling.
You shush her with a gesture of the hand.
"What project?"
"A genetic experiment."
So⊠surgeries? Injections? Drugs and tests?
"What kind of experiment?"
"Nothing horrible, I can promise you that. You will be assisted by a duo of our species daily and we are expecting results after some months."
"Months?" You choke.
"This is all you get. Now march!"
She heads out with the guards, forcing you to follow in the long, white, and desinfected corridors of the complex.
"What did she say?" Otojgaku whispers.
"They need us for an experiment with a member of their species." You whisper back, "I couldn't get more out of her."
"Silence!" One of the guards barks, pushing you forward.
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"Why me?" Prince Mitth'raw'nuruodo asks evenly.
"And why not?" Prince Mitth'urf'ianico retorts, "You wanted us to make her an 'Honory Chiss citizen and wife', I assumed you volunteered for the position."
The middle-aged man observes the younger Prince, trying to see a pout or a sign of displeasure and discomfort at the news. But no. He keeps his expression stern and still.
"I am not the best option for the position. I am often out in space for campaigns and battles. I cannot take care of a wife properly, as she deserves for her service to our people. Did you ask Prince Mitth'ras'safis?"
Thurfian refrains from a snort. Quick to push his own brother under the space bus? But when he looks at Thrawn, he just knows the Prince never meant it like that.
"He refused the honor for you." He starts typing away his report of the conversation with his junior, "He thought it was a great idea and that you should reap the fruits of it." He turns back to him with a smirk, "My congratulations, Prince Thrawn, you are about to become a full Man. Sign here."
Thrawn considers the screen of the questis sliding in front of him in silence. The marriage contract needs his signature at the bottom, next to that of his future wife.
"I see she did not sign."
"The chief of the project will sign the papers herself once we send them to her."
"On her behalf, I see."
"Do you expect her to be able to read Formal Cheuhn to sign?"
"No. But I read some results and notes, and she speaks Yezh."
"I see you've been keeping a tab on the project in the end. You are interested in her, I see. You will be perfect for each other." Thurfian does not hide the veneers of venom in his smile, "You will be able to explain everything to her and comfort her like a real husband."
"And why not you?"
Thurfian almost chokes on his sip of caccoleaf.
Who does he think he is to ask such a question to a Blood Prince?
"I beg your pardon?" He asks slowly, letting him know with his tone that he has entered a dangerous territory, smile gone.
"You are more often at the homestead. You are a Prince of Blood. Your lifestyle and rank will suit her reward more."
Thurfian looks at Thrawn with a rigid expression. Is he⊠Making fun of him? Would he dare?
"You know, Thrawn, I am not young anymore, and my duties take as much of my time as do yours. You are young, cunning, full of life, her age. You are her best match in the family." He chuckles a dangerous sound, "And imagine what her hero status will bring to your career, her aura shining on you, blessing your path. You will rise in the ranks in no time."
"I thought you disapproved of every one of my promotions."
"Compromises, young man, compromises. She is a new piece that changes all the rules of the current Tactica game. We must adjust our strategies on all fronts to account for her and her companions."
"What will happen to them?"
"The same as your future wife. The other families are reviewing each medical result and placing their offers for the different aliens. Soon they will all have a husband of their own and help us through this trial."
Thurfian observes the other Prince. If he keeps his expression set, he cannot control the light of his red eyes, and it betrays his inner confusion.
"I see."
"So? Do you sign?"
"Do I have a reflection period?"
"No, in fact, you do not."
"Why?"
"Because, my dear Prince, they are on their way."
"Then I shall refuse."
Thurfian refrains from a smile. He leans forward to swipe the questis screen, letting a formal request or early resignation appear.
"I think you underestimated the weight of your last military⊠Feat, shall we say, and you overestimated your brother's ability to protect you politically, Prince Mitth'raw'nuruodo. I was not asking."
When they take off your blinds, your eyes immediately burn in the sunlight passing through the opening of the ship, docked in front of a huge building, with its ramp down.
"This is your stop." A medic intern tells you with indifference. "Guards are waiting for you."
"Where are we?" Otojgaku asks with a trembling voice, blinds still on.
"You do not descend here, alien. Your stop is farther on our route. She stops here."
You gulp, standing up from your seat as an armed guard takes a step closer, thinking you were taking to much time. The ramp down lets appear a group of⊠Bodyguards? They surround an old blue alien, helping himself with a cane.
"Go forth. Fulfill your purpose, alien." The intern tells you.
You gulp again and start your descent. In their clemency, you and your sisters of misfortune have been provided a coat and a pair of shoes each. At least you won't burn your feet on the burning cement hit by the sun's rays below.
You reach the end, and the ramp immediately rises back to close the ship, and it takes off, abandoning you here, in front of those brawns looking angry, or simply powerful. The old man stands still, looking at you silently.
You dig your nails in your palms and approach, the sight of the firearms on their hips souring the idea to try and run away.
When you arrive 10 meters away from the group, they all seize their blasters and aim at you. You stop dead in your tracks immediately.
"Your name, child." The old man asks in Yezh, but with a refined accent, contrary to all the others.
"(Y/n)⊠(Y/n) (F/n)."
You silence the detail of your Princess rank. For now, at least.
"Welcome. How was the travel here?"
"I, huhâŠ"
What is it with this sudden altruism?
"I was handcuffed and blinded."
The old man shakes his head with a sad grin.
"I see." He walks toward peacefully with his cane, indicating to his dogs to put the guns away at last. "You will not be handcuffed or blinded anymore, my child. You will be free around here."
"Am I⊠Free to go home, Sir?" You just have to ask.
He sighs, looking weary all of a sudden.
"No, young Lady."
"I seeâŠ" You feel tears rising in your throat.
But you refuse to shed them in front of any of them anymore.
"What will happen to me, then?"
Slavery? Servitude? Lifelong sentence as an alien attraction for those blue skins?
"For now, a warm bath and a meal. And proper clothes. We can discuss your future after."
"What is going to happen to my friends?"
"The same as you. Eating and a discussion. You will be able to see them again, worry not."
"You don't intend to kill us?" You ask with a tired voice.
"No, child. You are way too precious to be killed."
I NEED A SMUT ONE SHOT OF THIS LOGAN I CANT FIND ANY
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pairing: mob boss! Wolverine x mutant!reader
summary: After getting mutant powers, Wade and y/n thought they could save the city from gangsters to be recruited as an avenger. They soon find out that the boss of all the gangsters in the city is a variant who slipped his way into their universe. A new Wolverine, but the worst of them all.
warnings: blood, possessive, animalistic, neck biting, marking, tasting, smut, etc.
note: Logan can't ignore a woman who's just like him.
please message and request us for more of this variant!
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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because heâs scared of the love he grew for her. Itâll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!
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âHow about we shut the fuck up so we can make it out of here alive, hm?â Y/n asked Wade who kept whispering over to her that he swore he knew the man sitting in the chair.
âHow would you possibly know a mob boss Wade?â She annoyingly asked, thinking he was joking as usual, but after she turned to look at Wade, she noticed how serious he was.
âThatâs the fuckinâ Wolverine,â Wade gasped, noticing the manâs muscles and body structure as well as his hair that stayed up perfectly. Wade was a fanboy and knew from the comics, this had to be a variant of him.
âCâmon, y/n! Weâve had too much shit happen for you to not at least think. Look at him! The man looks exactly like him!â Wade said, as y/n shook her head. Sometimes she regretted teaming up with Wade. This was one of the times.
âGod fuckinâ damn, do I have to prove myself every time I say something!?â Wade said before dropping down to the floor and kicking up into the manâs face.
As the man holding Y/n loosened his grip from the unexpected fight with Wade, y/n turned around, elbowing the man in his face, causing him to knock out next to the other man.
âMister Howlett, Iâve been waiting my whole life to meet you-â Wade said as he walked towards the man who was still facing the pool table. Before Wade could finish his sentence, the man brought out his claws and stabbed Wade in his face.
Y/n gasped loudly as the man pulled back and Wade fell to the ground, groaning in minimal pain.
Y/n charged at the man, hoping heâd stay faced forward so she could end him, but he got up and grabbed Y/n. All in a swift motion, the man turned her around and slammed her on the table, one hand around her neck as the other brought out his claws and strapped her in the gut.
Y/n yelled, feeling the sharp pain, but it quickly went away. Y/n breathed heavily as she looked up, about to throw a punch, but she froze.
âHoly shit,â she said, seeing rare eyes looking down at her. âTold you!â Wade jumped up onto his feet before a few bodyguards pulled him back.
âH-How?â She asked as the man dug deeper into her stomach with a head tilt. The last time he checked, he was the only one to regenerate. How come a man in a red onesie and a pretty young lady heâs never seen before, can do the same as him.
âTake the man to the basement, and her â Get her cleaned and dressed to my liking,â
Y/n looked at the man, confused as well as Wade. âHey, wait! We need to talk!â Wade yelled as the men dragged him away. âDonât worry â We will,â Logan said as he removed his claws from y/n, eyes still burned into her.
Y/n stayed still, looking up at the man she knew was dangerous. He looked dangerously and anyone who knew who Wolverine was, would know he was.
âFascinating,â the man said as he lifted y/nâs tight shirt up, grazing across her wound that healed in seconds. Logan quickly stepped back and snapped his fingers.
Y/n leaned up, getting ready to fight anyone that came near, but she failed as four men grabbed her. Y/n yelped after a sharp pain stuck in her neck. Before she could say anything, she fell out.
Y/m had woken up thirty minutes ago, cleaned, and dressed in some skin-tight silky dress. She had no idea what was going ok and why she had red bottom heels on.
She stayed seated on the bed in the huge room she was locked in before the door finally opened. âSaid, I can handle her, alright? Stop fuckinâ bugginâ me, Bub,â Logan said before shutting the door behind him with a sigh.
âWhereâs Wade?â Y/n asked after seeing blood stains on the manâs white suit. âBeing held,â he replied as he made his way over to the bed she was on. The young lady crawled back onto the bed until her head hit the headboard.
âLet us go, and weâll let you love â For now,â she added, making the man chuckle. âYou canât handle me just because you can regenerate, Bub,â Logan said, now standing on the bed.
âYour little partner told me what you were up to. You thought you could kill me? Serious, y/n?â the man said, making her heart drop. He knew her name. Fuckinâ WadeâŠ
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I wonât hurt you. Youâve got me all wrong,â the man said as he reached out to her. The girl flinched, not knowing what he was going to do until his hand softly touched her skin.
âNo one knows what I do, so if I tell you this, youâll have to promise to keep that pretty mouth closed,â he said, taking a look at her lips.
âD-Depends,â she said as his fingers trailed around her leg. âI had been demoted from these bastards wearing helmets. They tried stickinâ me with something, but I took care of it,â Y/n knew what he meant by that.
âTook one of their devices, and got here. Same world but different. Wanna know how?â He asked, hands close to the bottom of her mid-thigh dress. âWhy?â She asked low.
âBecause pretty girls like you back at home donât come into my space trying to kill me,â he said, slightly scarring the girl. What did she get herself into?
âBut donât worry, Bub. You thought I was one of them, so Iâll let it slide. Iâm not a drug dealer, Iâm not a gun dealer, and I donât kill people unless they demand shit. Usually, theyâre bad,â
âWade isnât bad, and you stabbed the man,â Y/n said, making the man chuckle. âHe was in my face and broke into my home. You gotta understand me on that, princess,â he said, now tracing his hands up her clothed thigh.
âGood, so, now that weâre at some kind of understanding, is like to offer you what I offered your partner,â
âWork with me to keep this place from falling apart. In my last world, I was the bad guy. I was all the things I just told you Iâm not. Iâve changed, and I need more people like me to help,â
Y/n was confused at the sudden change in the man. At first, he seemed like he was going to murder her and Wade in the worst way possible, but now, heâs asking for help.
âAnd if you donât wanna get your pretty hands dirty, you can just be by my side, lookinâ just like that,â he said, slowly hovering over the girl who didnât think of pushing him off.
âHey, your friendâs fine. This isnât his blood. I know it doesnât make it better, but just know, the stranger deserved it â Trust me, princess,â
Y/n didnât know what came over her, but she believed him. Maybe he isnât bad, and heâs just disguising himself like this to move around the safe.
âYou trust me, baby?â He asked as his free hand cupped her chin. âCâmon, Bub â Talk to me,â Logan said as he leaned towards her, lips inches from her. He knew that if she didnât want him on her, she wouldâve done something about it.
âI donât even know you,â Y/n said, feeling her stomach tingle. How is he doing this to her? âThen let me introduce myself,â the man said before softly attacking her lips, instantly forcing his tongue in her mouth.
Y/n moaned low in between their kiss, hating herself for letting a stranger touch her in any kind of way, but it was hard to push him away. The man was intimidating.
âYou donât understand how good it feels to know thereâs someone like me. Especially when they look like you and taste so good,â
Logan hikes the younger lady's dress up until he could fully grab her ass, squeezing until she earned a loud whine. âSoundinâ pretty, Bub,â
Y/n wanted to respond, but the feeling of the manâs teeth softly biting down on her neck stopped her.
Y/nâs hands flew to his shoulders to grip down on as she let out a low whine. The man groaned in her ear before he continued moving his hands down her body.
âYour little friend told me, you and I would get along. He wasnât wrong, Bub,â the man said as he tugged on his dress pants until his cock fell out, rubbing against y/nâs thigh.
âWhat did that bastard tell you?â Y/n asked, trying to control her whine as the man kept nibbling on her neck. He was hungry for the young lady and wasnât afraid to show it.
âSaid youâre a hard ass just like me. Canât listen, do what you want, cuss like a sailor, and need a man to match your energy,â
âSaid youâd scare anyone off, but wouldnât be able to scare me. Seems like you need me as much as I need you,â
Logan pulled Y/nâs panties to the side so he could push at her entrance. âAugh, shit,â the man grunted, feeling the woman grip him instantly.
Y/nâs legs wrapped around the man, tightening to pull him into her so his cock could fill her fast. âFuck, y/n,â the man was shocked at how much she wanted this too.
âAlright, Bub, I got some rules for ya,â the man said as he leaned up, cock still in her, stroking slowly. âI donât want you treatinâ no one with respect. You walk around how I dress you, and make it know youâre with me,â
Y/n traced her hands all over the manâs upper body, even his arms as she listened with lustful eyes.
âGonna need you to stay close to me. Needa keep safe and on my lap, mhkay? Needa keeps my hands on you,â the animal had slipped from Logan. Heâd never felt like this before, but the need to claim her all around was no question after he felt her walls clamp onto him.
âAll fuckinâ mine, and I know I said Ian a bad guy, but if someone pisses you off or makes you emotional in any kind of way â I swear to god, Iâll separate their head from their body,â
Logan had leaned close to Y/nâs face, allowing her to grab his cheeks and rub at them.
âNeed my girl happy. Need her to look good every second of the day. I know you regenerate, but you need me, baby. You need me to protect you from whateverâs out there,â
âPlease take care of me,â y/n said, knowing he meant every word he said. He was claiming her now and will claim her any other chance he can.
After she came into his mansion, acting recklessly, he knew he had to keep her in check and close. There are not many people like them, and no one deserves them. No one deserves her. Only he deserves her, and no one can tell him otherwise.
I took @loge2718's idea (and cover) and ran with it.
Thrawn x F!reader
Resume: On your way to your wedding to consolidate political relationships for your Kingdom, pirates kidnapped you and sent you in a cage to the Chaos. Mysterious blue aliens with red eyes receive you with some enthusiasm. What fate awaits you here?
part 1
The latch opens suddenly, flashing a bright light right into your face. You growl with the gag in your mouth, trying to detach the handcuffs behind your back.Â
Before you, standing in the doorframe, the light of the corridor wrapping around him like a halo, Captain Samakro considers your tied-down form lying on the ground.Â
âWe arrived. Do you still intend to be a menace, or can we free you from your cuffs?âÂ
You growl at him, pissed off. After taking you and your sisters of misfortunes, they put you in quarters for traveling. It was rather a comfortable room, but you did not let yourself get fooled. When you reach their planet, it is all over for all of you.Â
You took it upon yourself to protect the other women and girls, reassuring them and giving them hope. You put up a plan to escape, you had some martial arts training to defend yourself, but you were malnourished, and they were clearly trained warriors.Â
Your best ally was the element of surprise.Â
So one day, one of them brought you food, you and three other women jumped them, immobilizing them on the ground to take their weapon and knocked them down with the butt of the pistol. You could not know if that weapon was on "stun" or "lethal" mode, as you could not read their language. Their designs of weapons varied wildly from the human ones either way, you had to improvise.Â
Two weapons against an entire ship...Â
You looked at the women, looking back at you, exhausted, famished, more dead than alive... Should you not... Kill them all right now and commit suicide yourself? To avoid the pain of slavery?Â
This was such an odious thought, you could not help but shiver. You gave them one weapon.Â
"I'll go alone. If I do not come back... Do what you must." The woman, a Twi'lek, gravely nodded understanding.Â
You took the weapon and headed inside the corridor. You were completely lost; no sign or indication was of any help to you, and you just walked aimlessly in the long and bright corridors.Â
What were you exactly hoping to achieve here? What could you really do all alone?Â
Nothing.Â
But you would rather die trying to escape than at the hands of a pervert.Â
To make a long story short, you failed.Â
You did expect it.Â
You managed to corner 4 of them unarmed in what you suspected to be a breakroom, but they called their little friends via a silent alarm. You were knocked down, tied up, and thrown into a cell without any more ceremony.Â
Did the girls have the time to end everything? You could not know. You were left here to rot even more, in the cold and dark, cuffs digging into your flesh, hunger harassing you.Â
They gave you one meal for each day. You did not touch them, hoping starvation would take you out of your misery before you reached your final destination.Â
You growl at the Captain through your gag.Â
"I take that as a no." He judges.Â
He grabs your shoulders and forces you to your feet. You almost fall down face-first with how little energy you have left. But he holds you firmly.Â
"You do not have the permission to die on us." He orders menacingly.Â
You try to kick him, but he digs his finger into your arms painfully, making you yelp until you submit.Â
"You need a bath urgently."Â Â
And he pushes you forward. The light of the ship blinds you painfully, making your eyes wet with tears at how bright they are compared to your cell. The metal floor is so cold against your wounded feet... You are so, so cold and tired...Â
You do not have long to live...Â
This thought brings peace to your soul. Whatever hell awaits you, you are not here for long. At some point, you cross paths with other aliens escorting your sisters of misfortune.Â
They did not proceed as intended... Maybe they did not have time.Â
Your heart bleeds for the younger ones, bearly adults, and already cursed...Â
You look at them. They appear more... alive? Like they have more energy. They are also clean with shoes. The blue skin of the Twi'lek seems glowier and has a deeper shade, like she was in remission.Â
You shake your head. Surely, hunger is making you hallucinate. Samakro detaches your gag, but not your cuff, and hands you to the escort. The Twi'lek takes you in her arms to support you gently.Â
"Everything is all right." She says, "They are... nicer than expected."Â
You barely register what she is saying, trying to fight off your vertigo.Â
You reach the hatch that opens, and you see the sun for the first time in probably months. A warm breeze grazes your skin as you step down the ship. You do not even make three steps, an army of blue aliens in white blouses appears out of nowhere to swarm you, they force you all down in wheelchairs, they take off your cuffs to strap down your wrists to your wheelchair, locking you down once more.Â
You hear the Captain's voice next to you, speaking in their peculiar language while handing the wallet of blood samples to one of the white blouses.Â
You use your last strength to make him trip over his feet with the Force. You see him staggering but not falling to the ground like you planned to; he recovers with a surprising ease, and looks around to see why he tripped.Â
His burning red eyes remain on you for a strangely long second before walking away with his crew.Â
You slouch on your chair, defeated and tired, as you are being pushed forward to a tall building that does not appear welcoming at all. The scientists push you forward inside, where the air is colder and everything is clinically white.Â
A hospital...?Â
You roll in long corridors of successive white doors, only crossing paths with white blouses and red eyesÂ
âHey... Hey! (Y/n)! Where were you? We thought you died!â A whisper reaches you from behind.Â
The blue twiâlek is contorting her body to try and see you behind her.Â
âI was in a cell, in confinement... I hoped to die during the rest of the travel.â You explain in the same tone.Â
âI see... I donât... I donât think they are really slave traffickers... Too many things donât-âÂ
âSilence!â one of the scientists barks in Yezh, the trade language the Captain Samakro used with the Pirates and you.Â
You remain mute for the rest of the trip. You finally reach a large, dark tiled room and understand that it is a showering space. They take you in with four other girls, untie you from the chairs, and start cutting your clothes to undress you. You can barely stand up, protect yourself even less, and you let them do...Â
You are not pretty to look at, any of you...Â
Famished, ribs and waist visible, cuts and slits all around that did not heal properly, wounds that are on the verge of necrosis, some branded with a branding iron or a tattoo or a scar, other punched and bruised all over, rotten teeth and bleeding gums ...Â
You would make for poor products as sex slaves!Â
You tense up when they cut your panties and bra, leaving you absolutely naked, and when you try to push them away, you are the one to fall to the ground. They grab your shoulders and force you onto your feet.Â
You donât have time to protest, a powerful water jet punches you in the ribs, cutting off your breath.Â
Ouch!Â
You greet your teeth as the jet travels your naked and exposed flesh, bruised and scorned. The water is cold, but you feel yourself burning alive as the drops roll down your skin. It hurts so bad, you feel like it is tearing your skin apart to leave the bones exposed...Â
If they were not holding you by the arms, you would be on the ground, moaning in tears.Â
They make you turn to blast your back, and this time, you cannot refrain from a scream. Your legs tremble and give way under you, weighing in their hands. Â
Finally, the water stops, but you donât have time to take a breath, and they immediately start scrubbing the sensitive skin with chemical products.Â
This is the worst bath of your entire life; you feel like you are bleeding all over.Â
They exfoliate your skin with force on the entirety of your body, leaving you in tears while your comrades try to keep standing under the power of the hose or not cry with the scrubbing. You are all so pitiful to see...Â
By some miracle, you survive the scrubbing and rinsing, and you are not bleeding a drop! But you are in so much pain!Â
You are pulled aside to be dried like you were a cow to be sold, without regard for your rank or your human dignity. They observe your hair up and down, and start cutting. You look to the ground, kneeling, your locks accumulating slowly at your knees.Â
You refrain from sobbing, but your shoulders shake once. This is a real hit. You dig your nails into your knees in silence, praying for everything to end quickly.Â
They pull you onto your feet, shove a white hospital pajama into your hands, and push you inside a white room. You dress as quickly as you can, praying not to fall to the ground because you have no idea how you will stand back up. You limp toward the other door, taking support on the walls all the way.Â
You grab, or more accurately, fall on the handle, and push the door open.Â
You discover a large white room. Large, like an entire stadium.Â
You stagger inside, eyes burning with all this white and lights. Â
Wha... What is this room?Â
When your eyes get used to the light, you discern rows of bunk beds at the very end of the room, stacked on top of each other. Round tables are placed on the left side of the room, with plastic chairs.Â
All white.Â
On the right, a round of bright colorful rugs center ottomans and poufs with a white bookcase. Other tables are here, on which you can distinguish with flimsy sheets and colorful pens.Â
You are that close to suspecting they also have colorful clay and cubes!Â
You raise your head and gasp.Â
7 meters over your head, on the right of the room, the white wall gives place to transpariteel through which you can see more white blouses and blue skins eagerly observing your every step into this room. Â
You are so shocked your almost stagger and fall on your butt.Â
You prefer to look away. You approach the white chairs and grab one. With all your remaining force, you lift it and throw it hard against the padded wall in the hope of breaking it into usable, sharp pieces.Â
It doesnât even leave a trace.Â
You observe the white chair, lying on the ground, unmoving and useless.Â
And you break down crying.Â
You feel down to your knees, hugging yourself, and you cry with the little strength you have left.Â
Mitthârasâsafis remains silent but alert, listening to the older man.Â
Those negotiations reek of a trap, but not from the other party. From his very own side!Â
Seated in front of him, but facing their adversaries, the Princeâs uncle, Mitthâurfâianico is making more and more snide remarksâjust polite enough not to get incriminatory. This is a waltz he and his uncle know by heart, being raised in the merciless world of politics, theatrics, and self-interest; they both know how to curve and twist their sentences to pass hidden messages by untrained ears.Â
Untrained ears like those of the second PrinceâŠÂ
Thrass listens attentively to all the sentences leaving his uncleâs lips, digging his nails into the fabric of his long robes as a taste of bitterness soiled his tongue.Â
This is no diplomatic discussion, as his uncle first informed him. This is a trial.Â
His younger brother, Prince Mitthârawânuruodo, had to make an infringement on one of the core principles of the Chiss Dynasty in his last battle, as he tends to do⊠A little too much to the taste of Thurfian, and everyone else involved in politics, frankly. And now, the older man is expertly murdering the younger Prince, with all the subtlety decades of practiced perilous political negotiations taught him, and Thrass has all the pain in the world counterbalancing this political assassination attempt with equally delicate remarks and well-placed hints, battling his uncle.Â
The other party, a different branch of the Crown, seems more inclined to listen to Thurfian, although they seemed to already agree with him way before entering this meeting room, and Thrass is left only doing damage control to the best of his capacity. Â
He internally sighs.Â
He should have anticipated his uncleâs behavior; his views of Thrawn are⊠Legendary by now. Thrass was not supposed to attend this meeting; he received this order early in the morning, and he could only imagine the length Thurfian would have gone if he did not have to save face in front of another member of the Mitth branch.Â
But Thrass is keenly aware that his counterarguments donât have the expected effect, as his uncle is very much preaching to a choir. Â
That wonât stop him from trying and protect his younger brother!Â
ââŠAnd with those results, you can reach your own conclusions.â Thurfian finishes.Â
âYes. But I would like to point out-â Thrass starts again, before getting cut by his commâs ringtone.Â
Thurfianâs nostril flares, a reprimand behind his lips when his very own comm rings, prompting him to open it. Thrass opens his device, praying Thrawn did not cross another line and hit the headlines of the Syndicure once again.Â
But no.Â
This news comes from the UAG.Â
The two Mitth cross eyes. Two very different energies in each gaze.Â
The second party was about to protest against this disgraceful slap to politeness and courtesy and every rule of basic political meetings when their own comms rang. Â
A low murmurs cross the room, doubt and excitement filling the words⊠Daresay hope, even.Â
Thrass lays back his gaze on his small screen, incredulous.Â
He is about to jump on his feet and run off to prepare everything when Thurfian closes his comm shut loudly before putting it back in his chest pocket with a grin full of contempt.Â
âWe were saying, gentlemen ?âÂ
Thrass feels his eyes ready to burst out of their orbits. He learns such news and prefers to continue this petty backstabbing meeting? Â
Did they received the same news ?Â
âSir, I think we should leave and prepare in consequence with the rest of the branch. We need to discuss-âÂ
âThere is nothing to discuss yet. This is not the first time a Navy officer has brought back some exotic creatures. As long as the blood samples havenât been tested and they have been medically examined, they are no different than all that came before them.âÂ
âBut⊠Have you seen the pictures? This canât be a coincidence! They may be what we have been praying all this time !âÂ
Thurfian snarls, displeased by his junior.Â
âYou still have much to learn, Prince Mitthârasâsafis. Appearances are dishonest. As long as the tests arenât validated, she is no more than a mere alien, and certainly no oneâs prayer answer. We are Chiss, we do not get childishly excited at every mere hope. We conduct rigorous tests and trials to ensure our survival and protection, acting in consequence. Donât you agree, Prince Zistalmu ?âÂ
âMost certainly, Prince Mitthâurfâianico.â The Syndic inclines his head with the same smile.Â
âWe should at least notice the branchs heads!â Thrass argues.Â
âDo not doubt that they were the first notified.â His uncle muzzles his impatience, âNow we simply wait for the results. Patiently.âÂ
âArenât you eager to know if our troubles will finally end, uncle? You are eerily calm before such a possibility.âÂ
âYou are still young, Thrass. You will learn to contain yourself even before the most shiny of hopes. A lot of those prospects are often too good to be true.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âEnough!â Thurfian decides, standing up, âGentlemen, Ladies, the young Prince is obviously tired of this meeting. I propose we reconduct this interview, in better dispositions.âÂ
Zistalmu slowly nods with an all-knowing little grin and silently orders his aides to follow him as Thurfian is already leaving the boarding room.Â
Thrass jumps on his feet and runs behind his senior. The Prince is walking regally, head high, in the bright corridor of the Palace, his long robes draping behind him.Â
âSir! Sir!âÂ
Thurfian stops and shakes his head before turning toward the younger one.Â
âWhat?â He snarls.Â
âWe never discussed the rank and situation of our hypothetical savior.âÂ
Thrass sees how much Thurfian wants to roll his eyes inside his head at the word âsaviorâ.Â
But for now, Thrass doesnât have a less glorifying word for the alien woman would will provide a solution to their problem.Â
âAnd why should we ever discuss such a thing?â Thurfian asks with little patience, âShe is a guinea pig, not a citizen.âÂ
âDonât you think she will deserve a thanks from us if she provides our salvation?âÂ
âShe will only provide her body, WE will provide our own salvation to the Chiss people.âÂ
âMy point still stands.â Thrass argues.Â
The older Prince snorts.Â
âAnd what type of reward do you think she would deserve, dear Thrass?âÂ
He gulps shortly.Â
âA rank of spouse and wife.âÂ
Thurfian observes his junior, arms crossed, silently, still.Â
âSorry, I thought I heard you say âSpouse and wife?ââ He asks, daring him to repeat.Â
âYou heard well.âÂ
âAre you out of your mind?!âÂ
âI am serious.âÂ
âAnd who would ever want one of them as such, huh? Which self-respecting Chiss would lower himself to such a practice?â Thurfian demands.Â
âMaybe more than you think. Especially if we succeed with her help.âÂ
Thurfian shoots Thrass with his red gaze.Â
âLet me guess, Thrawn thought of that.âÂ
âPrince Thrawn has nothing to do with that.âÂ
âOnly he could think a mere alien would deserve such a high honor.âÂ
Thrass digs his nails in his palms.Â
âWho thinks what is irrelevant. The question is more are Chiss such ungrateful and impolite that they don't intend to honor their hero the proper way?âÂ
Thurfain sniggers.Â
âThe proper way...â He shakes his head, chuckling, as his long strands of hair flow elegantly behind him. âMmmmh... Why not Thrawn himself?âÂ
Thrass receives those words like a punch to the throat, cutting his breath.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âIt is his idea after all. If that alien female is such a hero, if she succeeds as you said, he will be honored to wed her then! I do not see why he would object to such an occasion.âÂ
âSir-âÂ
âWould you object to your brother accessing such an honor?âÂ
âNo, Sir. I-âÂ
âYou want that honor for yourself, maybe?â Thurfian teases.Â
âNo!âÂ
And Thrass realizes immediately that his word came out too quickly and too strongly.Â
Thurfian smiles with venonm on the lips.Â
âI see we are actually on the same page on the subject, Prince Thrass. I shall inform the heads and the Crown of Prince Thrawnâs idea and that he is eagerly volunteering for the role. Have a nice day, Prince Thrass.â Thurfian taunts, satisfied with himself and how the conversation turned on.Â
Thrass mutters a silent curse once he is alone in his office. He walked right into this one. Â
Wedding an alien, as worthy as they may be, will forever hinder a Chissâ career and Thrawn is already impopular in the courtÂ
That would simply sign the death of his career and his ascension in the line...Â
Thrass sighs and grabs his comm to make some calls to some friends and some politicians indebted to him.Â
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That would be sooooo great, seeing him finding clues and piercing the case, catching the baddie! Thrass as a Watson but how would they meet?
How would he meet Lani and Thalias and Che'ri? During cases of course but ya know... How?
Thrawn in a trenchcoat đ€€đ€€đ€€đ€€đ€€đ€€
OH MY GOD WOULD TRHAWN DEVELOP AN ADDICTION TO SPICE THEN ?! ( or whatever drug they have in the ascendancy) and Thrass would need to shake him out of it???!
But what if Tim did that in canon you know? Like a side story where he needs to find a rogue criminal on the Chimaera but discreetly so he cant use the ISB. He needs to team up with Karyn and Eli to spot the criminal and arrest them.
Or you know on Peridea, with his survival troopers. An odd murder happens in a locked up cabin and his brain immediately switches to detective mode
OMLLLLLLLLL IMAGINE THAT!!!!
Ezra chilling with the snail people and Thrawn in Sherlock mode in the next trilogy!!!! THAT WOULD BE SO GOOD
