Haley you said imp!Tech x reader x Thrawn and I have not know peace since 💕 I was wondering if you had any thoughts about them?
(I can’t stop thinking about it, so I wrote a little fake fic synopsis for you)
As the newest Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Thrawn has his work cut out for him. Flanked by his newly-appointed Political Advisor, (Reader) and his Chief Engineer, Tech, the TIE Defender project is sure to be a major success - granting even more prestige to his already shining reputation.
But when the late night meetings turn into something more - the lines blurring as he finds himself getting sucked in, getting completely lost in both of them - will Thrawn be able to navigate through this uncharted space?
Or is his project (and personal life) about to go down in flames?
Jess PLEASE you know my heart can't take this (even if I was the one to put the thought into your head)!!!!!!! Sorry this took a sec to write, I'm just bad at being a #contentcreator and don't know how to focus for more than five seconds at a time. Anyway, here are some notes I was able to make on something like this - it isn't particularly spicy just bc I've never written anything like that before, but I left plenty of opportunity for story progression, so do with that what you will.
cw: Polygamy/Polyamory aspects, Pro-Empire Speech, brief mention of surgery/body horror, brainwashing via inhibitor chip, food meant., kissing idk????, Unprofessional Conduct
First of all, I love that this concept is centered around Thrawn’s point of view. I feel like a lot of the fics with him involved come from the reader’s perspective and them learning about Chiss culture/behavior/anatomy but I’m kinda obsessed with Thrawn being the eyes through which we see this scenario play out.
He’s learning about Humans still, which we all know is not an easy feat to accomplish. In adjusting to his newfound position, Thrawn understands how important it is to gain and preserve loyalty - fear alone is not enough to keep his subordinates in line. He managed this with Eli Vanto in the past, and he’s determined to make the same strides with the team assigned to the TIE Defender Initiative
The Advisor was the easier of the two to decrypt. You cared about outside appearance - optics, public perception, approval ratings, and other superficial machinations that kept the project afloat. But you were shrewd, cunning in your position, and knew how to manipulate negotiations to the Grand Admiral’s advantage.
Graduating top of your class in the field of Political Science and Interplanetary Affairs from the Imperial Academy, you were a force to be reckoned with, even at such a relatively young age, compared to those the Imperial High Command consisted of.
Constantly by Thrawn’s side when you had the opportunity, ensigns onboard the Chimera enjoyed joking about the fact that you followed their commanding officer around like a lovesick lothcat - failing to understand that no such power imbalance existed between the pair.
Though one assisted the other in the world of political intrigue, those close enough to either individual knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that a mutual respect was present.
You trusted Thrawn to follow your educated and informed influence and the Grand Admiral relied on your subtle gestures or extensive written reports to get the results he desired - and more.
You were the face of the Initiative, at least in Thrawn’s eyes, as you were the one to travel most frequently to present her progress to the Imperial Court.
And what a pretty face you had.
Human women had never done anything for Thrawn - not that he had the time to focus on that sector of his personal life in the first place. He was a professional through and through - never off duty, never keen to relax or let down his guard ever after one of his many successes.
But this one in particular, you had the mind to match the exterior, which Thrawn valued above all else. You were not vicious in a conniving, scheming, near-sighted way.
Oh no, his Advisor had goals, aspirations, and a plan to check each and every one of them off your list. You thought critically of your surroundings, always finding the best solution to gaining the upper hand. You knew what worked best for her strengths and was able to inform Thrawn just which tactics he ought to avoid while pursuing his endeavors.
Most importantly, you devoted her life towards assisting Thrawn in an arena he had little to no experience in - strategy, intimidation, tactical advantage, those were all things he was used to. They were theoretical in nature but produced very tangible results. Politics and External Relations were a different matter, and he yearned for the knowledge to conduct himself in a manner becoming of a Grand Admiral - that is, one who knew how to play the field - which is where you came in to assist.
Of course, that was just the second third of his team, including Thrawn himself. The third piece of the puzzle was more an enigma.
A relic of the Clone Wars, as far as Thrawn was aware, but an interesting specimen nevertheless: The Architect. Tall, tanned, and stronger than his lithe frame would suggest with a shock of grey coursing through his hair from his right temple.
The advisor’s outspoken first impression of the man to Thrawn was that he looked like a prototypical mad scientist from the holos.
Responsible for the majority of the brainstorming and mechanical know-how behind the TIE Defender Initiative, and a ranking Marshal in Starfighter Command, this individual had a storied past that Thrawn was only able to piece together bit by bit over time - how else was he supposed to gain a rapport with his colleague if he knew nothing about them?
One of the most substantial details he could obtain before the Architect joined the Chimera’s crew was the fact that he was in fact a clone, albeit a heavily altered one both before and after his commission.
Gifted with an extraordinary mind, mechanical intuition, and eidetic memory, Clone Commando CT-9902 alias “Tech” (much to Thrawn’s amusement in the irony) had further been enhanced once returned to the Empire’s watch after a brief stint in rebellion.
Tech underwent extensive surgeries, some self-performed, others not, to perfect his body to the same standard as his brain; though his physical condition was always above the average human standard due to his DNA altering and conditioning, he wanted more, always more.
The cybernetic enhancements were the most noticeable changes - implanted near and communicable to his inhibitor chip, some tendrils of durasteel plated wiring traveling down the side of his face and tracing along his jawline. Other less noticeable self-proclaimed improvements were embedded in his forearms or along his spine or across portions of his legs.
Funnily enough, one of the easiest things to correct that was left unattended to was apparently Tech’s eyesight, since he wore the standard-issue, circular corrective lenses provided by the Imperial quartermaster - with what seemed to be very minor adjustments in the tinting and sides of the frames. Why Tech didn’t just opt for the voluntary surgery, Thrawn couldn’t fathom.
Thrawn himself was unsure of what most of the additions accomplished when he was first reviewing the Architect’s file - the details were vague but seemingly gruesome in a way Thrawn didn’t entirely oppose.
In a way, the Grand Admiral understood the need for such improvements to oneself - he doubted he himself would opt for the same approach as the engineer, but the admiration was there.
Thrawn also knew what it was like to escape the monolith of one’s stereotype. He was not a filthy, lowly alien mucking around the Expansion Region as most Humans thought of him as, and he supposed that Tech also wished to escape the perception of being antiquated, of severely outdated - part of a Republic that now lies in ruins from a war he was created to win.
The Architect joined their mishmash of a team a fair while after his you had been serving alongside Thrawn, not that that was more than a few standard months or so.
Thrawn expected a clashing of personalities to destroy them on day one - you were charming and poised while Tech was blunt and unreserved with his opinions. Fortunately, their common goal was the push they all needed to cooperate.
To be fair, all three individuals were more alike than they were different - it just so happened that their differences tended to be very severe in degree the majority of the time. Thrawn was very uniform in his approach to all aspects of his life, while you and Tech were a bit more experimental and flexible. You valued humor as a means of diffusing tension, while the two men whose heights towered over you didn’t so much as crack a smile at your attempts to make them laugh. Tech didn’t understand his team’s obsession with art, though he was no stranger to culture studies back in the day - he had since abandoned his passions to focus wholly on his career.
At the end of the day, they were all intellectuals first and foremost, which created a bond Thrawn had never truly encountered with two humans, let alone simultaneously.
Each evening, the trio would convene within Thrawn’s personal conference room, all three sat at equal lengths away from each other at the table rather than in any of their offices where one would be constantly facing the others. These meetings provided updates regarding the initiative, relays from the Emporer’s council, and the opportunity to advise each other if need be.
In the beginning, these routine meetings lasted only an hour, allowing all members to adjourn and return to their executive barracks at a reasonable hour. Then, half hours were incrementally attached to the allotted time, with Thrawn, his Advisor, and the Architect to expand on previously tabled material, discuss their future endeavors, or flat out engage in heated (in more than one way) debates with one another.
Thrawn wasn’t sure exactly which emotions he was experiencing with that last measure - more often than not when tempers flared, compromises were usually reached and fulfilled their professional duties, but it left strictly unprofessional thoughts about them both flowing through his mind once he found himself alone.
From there, in Thrawn’s opinion, things spiraled with every line imaginable blurring into a monochromatic gradient - he was never good without boundaries.
One night, you brought refreshments along, stating that you hadn’t had the chance to eat throughout the day and figured you would bring them something as well, though you admitted this was in part to bribe their forgiveness in case you ended up tardy.
On another, Tech removed his gloves and unpinned his lapel clasp after groaning in frustration at one of their many arguments. For this, he claimed the room was stifling and wasn’t helping his mood given the circumstances. Thrawn thought the room was balmy cool.
These behaviors weren’t one-off, though. It seemed every evening they met, these actions either carried over or new ones were invented to push the envelope. Simply put, they were getting comfortable with each other, something Thrawn previously had little to no encounters with.
Tech would become more and more lenient on his compliments regarding your and Thrawn’s work, you expressed more physical affection towards the men when you thought you could get away with it, whether it be a touch on the arm or a wink from afar accompanied by your dazzling smile, and Thrawn - being as open as he could be all things considered - granted you both independent access to his executive suite, the most vulnerable he would allow himself.
The Grand Admiral pondered just how far everything would go. Would anyone attempt to make a move on another? Did anyone else even want to make a move? It left him grasping at the potential of it all, visualizing that if anything indeed were to happen between the trio, the result would be quite powerful.
Were your attempts at flirtation sincere or a by-product of your expressive personality? Was Tech truly growing fonder of his team members, or was he feeling obligated to lighten up? Did Thrawn feel particularly passionate either way regarding the situation? Would he be discouraged if it turned out it was all a hoax constructed by his mind?
These thoughts and more were invading his consciousness as he made his way towards the private boardroom, entering his identification code to enter.
As the door wooshed open, Thrawn was met with a sight that left him believing he never truly woke up from the last night’s rest.
There, pictured squarely in his line of sight, was you, sat quite comfortably upon the conference table with the tall form of the Architect standing at full height between your thighs, bare hands entangled in your hair and eyes squeezed shut behind his lenses as his lips parted yours in a rather vicious manner. Your nails raked down the back of Tech’s black dress uniform, your kepi and barretts knocked to the side as you fought as valiantly for control of the kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, with your partner still distracted, your eyes fluttered open, allowing you to make direct eye contact with the male standing perplexed in the entryway. Yet you didn’t falter, only pulling away with a wet sound and a smear of saliva glistening off your smirking lips.
“It’s about time, Grand Admiral. So glad you could finally make it.”