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You walk into a well lit room expecting boring decor, but find giant windows illuminating the sitting space made for the exclusive building.
What do you say or do first upon seeing two figures, one on either side of the room?
One person is Director Krennic and the other is the former secret apprentice Starkiller. 👀
i let out an inhumane, maniacal giggle shriek. i sink to the floor unable to breathe. im screaming crying throwing up.
starkiller is white knuckling the arms of his chair like “is it too late to go back to vader now?”
krennic, EXTREMELY used to the effect he has on women and VERY well aware of my reputation for my legendary talent for sucking dick, lets me carry on for a good 5 min before giving a reassuring nod and wink to starkiller then addressing me: “we, uh—we get the ideear”
gasping for breath, i pull myself together. with a last shuddering gasp, i stand, tossing my hair and planting my hands on my hips, one knee bent in an entirely unconvincingly pathetic attempt to look sexy.
“so boys,” i say, quoting directly from my yet-unpublished krennic x thrawn x reader fic, “are you going to take a number, or is this to be a tag team?”