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[arrothededushka]

[wantonwhale]

Thrallus smut one-shot featuring Dark!Thrawn🐍

The first of three Thrawn/Kallus fics (the Thrall sub-series) born into existence bc of the encouragement of certain Promises commenters: you know who you are 💙👋

AND the first Promises You'll Only Make AU (fanfic squared?) to go up! And it's an actual one-shot! Holy Hutt-nutts! (I mean... I guess it's technically part of a series but whatever)

Preview below the cut:

“0 for 2, Agent Kallus,” Thrawn said, looking down at the Agent lying face-down on the mat. "You are good, but... predictable."

Kallus growled from his place on the floor, not bothering with an opening stance before hopping to a crouch and charging at Thrawn. He aimed blow after blow, kick after kick, but each one was blocked by a hand far stronger than he would’ve expected from a Human of Thrawn’s size.

“Your anger has made you sloppy,” Thrawn said in that infuriatingly conversational tone as he ducked out from Kallus’s arm, one of his arms folded behind his back in a self-imposed handicap. “Your need to make this battle personal will be your undoing.” And with that, he used the momentum of Kallus’s next hit to flip the agent onto the ground.

Kallus landed on his stomach by the door. His blaster was just within reach if he could only—

A blue foot slammed down onto his wrist and he gritted his teeth in pain.

“Now, now, Agent Kallus,” Thrawn chided. “You think I did not already have your weapon disabled before summoning you here? If I valued your opinion, I'd be insulted.”

“Fuck you!” Kallus spat and the heel on his wrist pressed harder.

“Fuck you, Grand Admiral,” Thrawn corrected with the faintest hint of amusement.

This must be how Loth-cats look when they claw off a bird’s wings just to watch it struggle, Kallus thought grimly.

With a grunt of effort, Kallus freed his hand and got back to his feet, bending his knees in a defensive crouch. “What did you do to Eli Vanto?” Kallus demanded. “I want to hear you say it!”

“I do not care what you want,” Thrawn said in a low voice, prowling forward to meet him. With one hand, he clawed his fingers into Kallus’s injured thigh, and gripped Kallus’s throat with the other, slamming him against the wall.

“You need to be stopped,” Kallus gasped around the hand at his throat. “And if you kill me, someone else will just—” 

Thrawn clenched his fist on Kallus's throat. His eyes flashed red, his face contorted into a visage of pure rage. He was like a great serpent—a predator—that had finally shed its uniformed scales and when he spoke he hissed.

“You think your rebellion unwilling to compromise with devils?” Thrawn demanded, tightening his grip with each sentence. “You think if they were given the button to light up Coruscant and every Imperial on it like a funeral pyre of their ideals they wouldn’t press it? You're like a child who has learned his father is mortal and has had to craft new gods just to cope with the futility of his own worthless life. There are no more gods, Alexsandr Kallus: there is only me.”

[wantonwhale]

WIP Wednesday: Thrall

Select Promises commenters got my 🐳🧠 obsessed with writing some Kallus/Thrawn content so... here we are. This is what we’ve got in the works (and probably going to be posted soon). Each fic is with varying levels of Thrawn-darkness and getting plonked into its own Ao3 series: Thrall.

1. “I’m a Legend—I’m not a Fable” Well-done darkness. The only reason I managed to make a one-shot for once is because I exorcised bits of this fic and moved to another one (i.e. #2). Going up today, me thinks.

2. "Listless" featuring Kallus/Lyste and Kallus/Thrawn and Kallus/Lyste/Thrawn during the events of "Through Imperial Eyes"/Promises chapters 37-38 - Medium darkness! It’s one story in three parts? I am not sure if I should do three chapters or three separate fics yet. Part one is written and lying in wait.

3. "Cover Me in Pearls" The first fic in a new Promises sub-series: MYTHIC. Featuring Thrayjallus threesomes and polyamory. Medium-rare-to-rare darkness! Not much darkness. Not quite carpaccio, but close. Just a lot of self-indulgent smut, some angst, and domestic fluff. My peak levels of “I wrote this for me but you can read it too” went into this fic. I got really sad and wrote like... a lot of this while drinking chocolate milk until I felt better. 😂

If you want to keep an eye on Thrawn/Kallus works, they’re all going into a new series called Thrall on Ao3.

Have a smut-adjacent preview of Cover Me in Pearls below the cut:

Kallus found himself staring at the large mirror propped against the bedroom wall, as if startled to see his own face there, looking how it did: smooth... like before he broke.

“Did you trust Thrawn before you fucked him?” he watched his reflection ask.

“Back on that, are we?” Dayja asked wryly from the bureau while he unpacked.

“Maybe.”

“No,” Dayja said. “I didn’t trust him. We were just a couple of hot, horny geniuses: what else were we supposed to do? Not fuck? Have you seen us?”

Kallus saw Dayja’s reflection before he felt his hands around his waist, saw him open his mouth before he felt his breath tickle his neck as his friend asked, “Does it bother you? Thinking about me with Thrawn?”

Thinking about Eli with Thrawn had bothered him.

But Dayja…?

Kallus turned his eyes away from the mirror, looking out the viewport instead.

And then, because Dayja always seemed to be able to see right through Kallus, he asked, “Does it bother you that it doesn’t bother you?”

Kallus swallowed past the dryness overtaking his throat. He closed his eyes as lips dragged, feather light, along the length of his neck. Dayja pressed a splayed hand against Kallus’s stomach, holding him tight against his back as he asked, “Are you wondering what it would be like? Watching Thrawn fuck me?”

Kallus felt a sharp tug of arousal deep inside him and let out a small groan before he could clench his teeth shut.

He was.