#thrawnnora

Maul usually isolates himself, snarling to himself and the room trembles from the force.

Onora is the only one brave enough to go near him. She sit next to him and wait it out, feeling the vibrations of the force from her seat. In 30 minutes, he leans against her shoulder. In 30 more minutes, his head is on her lap. His horn scratch her a little, but she ignores as she gently rubs the space between them. Maul will growl out whats been bothering, his body starting to relax under her ministrations.

Thrawn is both the hardest and easiest person to guess when he is having a bad day.

Thrawn will act like his usual self, but to people who know him will notice he is stiffer then usually and his comments come out more wary.

Onora usually brings him a cup of peppermint tea to calm his nerves and offers a shoulder massage. She then speaks to him in cheunh, asking about his day and whats bothering him. With the massage and talking without the language barrier made the chiss relax and kissed her hands in gratitude.

Onora was the one who was constantly in caretaker mode, so they were completely unprepared when Onora has a bad day.

She missed work fro 4 days, no calls to either of them. They went to her apartment with apprehension, both of their minds going through worst case scenarios.

When they entered, everything looked fine until they noticed her massifs whining at her bathroom door, deep scratches on the door.

They walked into a sad sight.

Onora was laying curled up in the bath tub, wearing nothing but a tank-top and her panties. She looked utterly miserable, her eyes looking far away with dry tear tracks on her face.

The two men quietly went to her side, trying to assess what was wrong.

“Dear heart, what happened?” Maul asked frantically, hsi eyes going over her body for injuries. She didn't respond, giving out a hiccup.

“Visahot...” Thrawn asked softly, his hand going through her hair, which he noticed was very tangled, “What happened?”

“Its too heavy.” she whispered.

“What is?”

“Living...existing...whatever.” she whispered, “It just...too hard. I just feel so tired.”

Both men glanced at each other, both wondering just what put her in this state.

“Let us take you out first, Onora” Maul said, grabbing her arm, and gently lifting her, Thrawn taking the other and lifting as well.

Thrawn lead her to her bedroom as Maul went to the kitchen, making her peppermint tea.

It always helped her relax.

Thrawn wrapped her up in one of her fluffy blankets as he sat her on the bed, her massifs running to her and putting their heads int heir masters lap. Maul came in and sat next to her, a cup of steaming tea in his hands. He grimaced that her facial expression hasn't changed, even as she took a sip of her tea.

After some gentle coaxing, she finally spoke.

Turns out Onora is a recovering alcoholic.

She has been sober for 4 years and it was the anniversary of her last bottle. She has been particularly stressed out with work and a holo-call from her younger brother made her spiral. She desperately wanted a drink and was isolating herself, feeling her shame and cravings weigh down on her.

She says all this with shame in her voice, stating that she didn't want to reveal this part of her past ot them.

Maul pokes her in the ribs, saying it was foolish she kept that to herself, especially when they take her out so much and she is exposed to alcohol.

Thrawn agreed as he rubbed her hand.

“You care for us, my darling.” Thrawn crooned, “You show such devotion to us, despite the men we are. Did you really think we would not do the same for you? That we will think of you so little?”

Onora look at Thrawn and then looked at Maul, who also nodded. She burst into loud sobs, rubbing her eyes frantically. Her lovers held her close, letting her cry out her pain, grateful they are here for her.

To put it more plainly, he is jealous of Thrawn and Onora.

Its ridiculous thought, they all agreed on the polyamrous relationship. If was for everyone interest, since Onora would not have chosen either of them. But Maul knows his nature.

He is possessive and can be quite clingy to Onora. He has had so little affection in his life, so every time he is with her, he clings to it.

He jealous of how stable Thrawn is.

Thrawn is not like him; he is stable and cool-headed. He is a high ranking officer and a leads a rather ( but eventful) boring life. Not one of violence and strife as his was. Not one of secrecy, blackmail and murder.

A cruel life, where he doesn't worry about loved ones being used as leverage.

A life that Onora should not be a part of.

But by being with him,that could be a reality.

To keep her safe, he could let her go, he should let her go.

But he is too selfish to do that.

He can't let her go

He needs her too much.

“Hey.”

He looks up, seeing Onora looking at him with concern.

“Whats bothering you, King?” she said.

“Nothing, dear heart. Nothing at all.”

Maul hummed as he strokes Onora shoulder. They just made love to Onora and she sleeps between them. They were quiet as they stroke Onoras naked skin watching her bare chest breathe in and out.

“Why would you ask?”

“I,m...curious. I have heard that force users can see people different in the force such as colors or even as music.”

Thrawn sighs as he looks at Onora again, keeping his tousled hair out of his eyes.

“I just wonder what she looks like.”

Maul sighed himself, trying to put what he sees in her into words.

“It odd.” Maul finally said, “Onora is light, but its warm and comforting like a fire you go to after a cold trek. Its draws you in, its comforting.”

He then stops, frowning.

“But..”

A beat of silence follows and Thrawn waits.

“But?”

“Its as though her light is in a box. The box is closed tightly, but her light is so bright that still spilled out from the box. Its as though she is hiding so much of herself, trying to make herself invisible.”

Maul sighs, taking one of Onoras curls and kissing it.

“She has a big heart, but she trusts very little.”

Thrawn look at Onora, who moaned in her sleep and laid on her side.

“Does she not trusts us?”

“I think to a degree she does. But there is still a fear in her, that we wont like whatever she wont tell us.”

Thrawn looked troubled at that, realizing Onora was still skittish around them, still won't tell them about Bracca and her family, only they were abusive to her and basically made her a parent to her brothers. There were time she cried in her sleep, but always silent tears, like something she had to learn.

Thrawn kissed her shoulder gently.

“Then we can only adore her more.”

“On that, I agree.”

He once said he didn't really care for voyeur sex or public sex. So while that is true, there are certain exceptions.

Thrawn absolutely likes window sex.

Onora lost count to how many time he fucked at her a window. She thinks it to show her off to any passing passerby. Like saying shes all mine, isn't she wonderful.

Onora mewled as Thrawn thrust again into her, moaning as she feels the cool glass on her nipples. She tried to catch her breath when suddenly she was lifted up; Thrawn holding her up by her hamstrings. She cried out as he pounded her into her harder, her lips catching the chiss in a scorching kiss.

“Do you like that, visahot?” he groaned out, never stopping his pace, “Do you like that everyone can see you like this? My cock pounding your beautiful pussy? Covered in sweat and your face in ecstasy?”

Onora keened and then cried out as she violently orgasm, gushing on Thrawns cock. She shook in his grasp, kissing and sucking his lips. She glanced at him with hazy eyes and giggled.

He is a filthy liar.

But...

He's her filthy liar.

Onora bit her lip trying not to moan.

But that was hard when you are sandwiched between a very enthusiastic zabrak and chiss.

“Such a gorgeous specimen you are, isn't she Maul?”

“I do agree, grand admiral.”

Onora giggled/moaned when Maul nibbled her neck. She started to kiss Thrawn when she felt a pressure on her neck.

“Wha-”

She glanced at Maul, who held her neck in a slight grip.

“Don't worry, dear heart. I am certain you will enjoy it.

Onora smiled shakily, feeling a little nervous. She felt Maul put a bit more pressure and she tried to calm herself.

Relax, it not like he is hurting you. Just relax,stupid!

“Pretty girl”

Onora froze and a cold shiver go down her body. Her head felt like it was static and her chest felt tight.

“Onora?”

She couldn't speak, the words were stuck in her throat, she think she hears someone yelling but its all muffled. The world then tilted and she suddenly feels cold tile on her face.

“Onora!”

She looked up and see her lovers scared faces but she cant speak, everything is stuck in her throat. She cant even speak! Everything hurts.

She hears the voice again and that smell.

Engine oil and wildflowers, that's all she can smell.

She hates that smell!

She can't breathe, she can't breathe at all!

She reaches for her throat and tries to make herself breathe. Hands are grabbing her, but she can't breathe.

Shecan'tbreathesheacan'tbreatheshecan'tbreathe,

Make it stop!

She finally falls into blissful black.

***

Onora wakes up with a groan, her head and eyes hurting.

“Good. You're awake.”

She looked up and sees Thrawn staring at her with concern. She was about to speak, but her throat hurt.

“Don't speak, you scratched your throat.”

she reaches and feels the bandages on her neck and then looked at her nails. Sure enough, there was blood under them. She leans back and sighed, feeling familiar sense of shame.

“Don't do that yourself, ch'acah . Both of us could tell you felt uncomfortable but since you didn't say anything, so we assumed you were fine. “

Thrawn leans back in his chair with a deep sigh.

“That was foolish on out part”

“Wheres Maul?” she rasped out and then winced. Maker, even her voice sounded terrible.

“Hes outside, but I don't think he-”

Onora rushed off the bed and went tot he balcony. She see Maul there fully dressed and looking miserable. He sees Onora and grits his teeth when he sees the bandages on her neck. He looked down in shame, looking he was about to jump over the railing, but stayed put.

“Onora, I'm so sorry-”

“No”

He looked at her in surprise, seeing her trying to form the words.

“N-Not your fault.”

She coughed as she winced again in pain.

“D-Didn't know. I-I should have...”

Maul help up his hand, and then led her to the couch. They all sat down, Onora between the two men.

“If we keep apologizing, we will be here all night.” Maul said.

There was a stifling silence between them, each of them trying to make sense of that nights events.

“N...Need to talk” she rasped “About this.”

“Boundaries, you mean?” Thrawn asked.

She nodded and she took Mauls hand, rubbing her thumb on his fingers. He scoffed, but held her hand tighter. Thrawn sighed as he kissed her temple, seeing her on the floor shaking and crying has rattled him.

They definitely need to talk about this later.