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Thrawn X Reader. 1st time seeing the leaves change.

You were standing on the balcony with a nice hot cup of coffee in hand, of the hotel you and your boyfriend Thrawn were staying at.

You had insisted that both of you stay on the planet a little longer. After all, autumn was just around the corner and the leaves would be changing their colours soon.

Looking up you see that the leaves have started to change their colours. Smiling you remember your childhood memories of playing in the leaves with your family.

You hear the door to the balcony open and hear Thrawn walk up behind you.

“Good morning Y/n.” Thrawn greets in his usual calm tone. You turn to look at your lover and see that he staring at the trees.

You turn to look at your boyfriend and sees that he’s entranced by the scenery.

“What is happening? The leaves were green, now they are different colours?” Thrawn asks you. Smiling at Thrawn’s question.

“The leaves are changing colours because it’s becoming autumn, it’s fairly normal, ” You explain to him seeing that your explanation got through to him.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s beautiful but not, as beautiful as you. My dearest, ” Thrawn says staring at you with a loving look in his eyes.

Smiling even bigger than before you put your coffee down and hug the chiss always seems to know what to say.

Thank you, I love it!

If you are still doing the mood boards? I’m female at least 163cm, short dark brown hair and amber eyes, I’m a little on the heavier side, I enjoy music, art and reading. I’m calm and collected till you attack someone I care about, I’m also very sarcastic usually without intention. I don't tolerate any form of bullying, no matter if they say it’s a joke I will tell you to stop.

A/N: I think this is what you had in mind. I hope you like it. ☺️

11/15

Thank you for writing this it’ amazing!

To have you in my lowest moments

“ I have a mental illness and I absolutely love Thrawn. Mainly Schizoaffective disorder with paranoid delusions. And I wanted to see what you might write for a character like that? “

Here you go, friend! I hope I delivered well and didn’t do any oopsies.

Thrawnxgn!reader

No béta reader involved, sorry for any typo !

Warning : visual and auditive illusions.

You tap your nail on the table, eyes fixed on the screen in front of you, on this desperately white sheet… Your next due date is in 3 days and you still have nothing. You’re that close to taking drugs in hope to have an epiphany midway trip. You spin on your stool observing your equally desperately empty bedroom. Your double bed is way too tidy to your taste for a new wed couple, but Thrawn is far away from home in his spaceship. Sometimes you wish you could accompany him and follow his adventures. A life full of adrenaline and dangers is what you lack to be a good author, you think.

You sigh and go take an umpteenth cup of coffee mixed with an energy drink. The taste is disgusting but that’s what you’re running on for five days and four nights. So much shudders travel your body from time to time, “Relax! You can make it work until the due date.” you tell yourself as you try to control the shivers in your hands.

As you pour your drink you hear a knock on the door, “Great” you think “Who doesn’t know how to operate a bell in this day and age?” you shuffle along to the door and look into the judas. Nothing. You press the button and your door opens on emptiness . You pass your head through the door to look around but see no one. You jump when you hear another knock coming from inside your apartment. “Oh no…” You run to the bathroom to take your pills, as you look up in the mirror you see a specter leaving the room. You sigh, passing water on your face, “It will pass, I just have to wait…” 

You go back to the kitchen and consider your cup. You take it and pour it down the sink, better not mixing pills and stimulants. You sit down in your chair, and put on some music, you shuffle for a minute until you find Thrawn’s favorite. It makes you smile and you put it on repeat. You place yourself in front of your screen, deeply breathing and massaging your temple. “This white sheet is a beast… A beast I must slay… I can do it!” Filled with a new, invigorating energy and sweet music in your ears you start typing away. And everything goes well until you hear a new knock on your window, which is weird cause you’re more than 300 floors high. You look at your window with knots in your stomach. The sweet melody dissolves itself in mushy sounds, you hear steps behind you but you see nothing when you spin on yourself. You hug yourself when you hear those steps walking from the kitchen to the bedroom, and walking around the room like it owned the place. 

You hear your doorbell rings, “Huh… Coming!” You walk, pressing yourself against the wall to prevent you from coming in front of the wraith walking in your bedroom, you run to the door and open it. Empty once again. You close it back in a hurry, leaning against the door, feeling out of breath. The steps come running at you at full speed, but there is nothing in front of you. You go back to the bathroom, reach for your pills and contemplate them for a second dose. Thrawn’s voice resonates inside your skull, telling you not to take a second one for those are potent medicines. You sigh and put them back in their box.

You shuffle to your well tidied bed and you collapse on it, burying your head under the pillows to muffle the sounds, but to no avail. You curl on yourself, hands clasped on your ear, trying to shut away the knocks and a hollow laugh sends shivers down your spine. A shadow passes in front of you, you close your eyes with all your might, determined to not suffer the hallucinations until the effects of the pills kick in, but it’s difficult to lose control over your own environment and you feel tears coming to your eyes. You hunch even more, sniffing and sobbing when you suddenly feel the bed side beside you lowering and a hand on your back. You lose your breath with the surprise. You turn, slowly, unsure, and you see Thrawn, laying beside you, caressing your back gently. Your eyes lock, and you don’t need to say anything. He knows. You turn completely and snuggle against him and he welcomes you with open arms, wrapping them around your shoulders and patting your head. He kisses your forehead and shush away the demons.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave for several months?” You manage to ask between two sobs.

“I did leave for several months.” He corrects “But I’m glad I came home today.” He caresses your cheek “You are late for your due date again?”

This man knows you well. You bury your head in his neck.

“I have three days left, and I thought I could make it without sleeping until the date.” You explain.

“Ch’acah, you know stress worsens your illness.” It isn’t a reproach, but an observation “You should take more care of yourself.”

“I took my pills, I just needed to wait for the symptoms to wear off…” You defend yourself. “It’s just… worse than what I’m used to. Can you… Can you hold me until I feel better?”

He simply smiles a little.

“Anything for you, ch’acah.”

You close your eyes with relief, and realize only now that all the shadows have gone silent.

Request For @vibratingbonesbis: Thrawn X Reader: Crêpes.

The cool air is quite nice since it’s becoming spring, the nice cool air is better than the bitter cold of winter air. You stand outside on your balcony with a nice warm cup of caff. It’s difficult to wipe the smile from your face as today is the day you get to cook with none other than your love, Thrawn.

You are slowly sipping your caff you think of what you could possibly make today. Suddenly it hits you, Crêpe! You and Thrawn could make crepes, they are so versatile, they can be sweet or savoury. Plus it’s simple!

As you think of all the crépes you could make with Thrawn. Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Excitedly you put the cup of caff down and rush over to the door. You stop take a few calming breaths and open the door.

“Hello, my love,” You greet him happily and give him a giant hug. He chuckles and hugs you back gently. “Hello, Ch'eo vir,” He greets back softly. Backing away you take his hand and pull him into the apartment.

“I assume you want us to cook today,” Thrawn says with a small smile on his face. You smile brightly and nod your head. “What is it that you have in mind?” He asks, you notice that he’s looking at your discarded caff.

He walks into the kitchen and waits for you to join him. You walk over and kiss his cheek. “I think we should make Crêpes,” You declare to him and he nods his head. “I have had Crêpes but I have never made them, Ch'eo vir,” He says calmly yet curiously.

“Well, Today is your lucky day!” You add happily while you take out the ingredients and make sure that you have everything. “I have a recipe if you need it,” You say and take out an old recipe book. Thrawn nods his head and carefully watches you with an expression that you don’t recognize. 

A look as though he is hesitant to cook. You smile and offer your hand to him. “Come on, my love, it’s just Crêpes,” You say comfortingly he seems to relax a little. You quietly watch as he reads the recipe. 

You begin to measure some of the ingredients. You turn and see him beginning to measure the rest of the ingredients. “Put them in separate things then we’ll mix them together,” You explain before Thrawn just throws everything into one bowl. He frowns but follows your instructions.

Once you have your Mise en place for the Crêpes. You carefully preheat the stovetop and place two pans on them. “Okay, now we combine the ingredients, following the recipe,” You explain and Thrawn seems slightly hesitant again. You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“You can do this,” You say comfortingly he nods his head and his confidence is back on his face. As the two of you mix the batter together, you end up making a slight mess as Thrawn boops your nose with batter on his finger and you try to get him back. After a few seconds, you both stop and end up laughing at each other covered in batter.

“We should make the Crêpes,” You say childishly and Thrawn nods his head. As carefully cook your Crêpes you smell something burning, you quickly turn and see Thrawn burning his Crêpes “THRAWN!” You scream in shock and turn down the heat of his burner and take the pan off the heat. He looks at you rather confused.

“Did I do it wrong, Ch'eo vir?” He asks and you sigh heavily. “My love you need to keep it on low to medium heat,” You explain calmly and he tilts his head in confusion.

“I thought all things were cooked on high heat?” Thrawn says rather innocently and you smile at him and shake your head. He has no idea how to cook Crêpes. “Thrawn, crêpes are something you cook on low to medium heat, plus they are rather thin because they are made with a batter so they cook rather quickly,” You explain calmly.

Thrawn nods his head. “My apologies,” He says looking away slightly as though he is embarrassed. You place your hand under his chin and make him look at you. “It’s okay, mistakes happen, my love,” you say with a feeble smile. He smiles back with his own feeble smile.

“Now come on, I’ll teach you,” You offer and nods his head. You take some batter and carefully put it in the pan and swirl it around till the bottom is covered, you wait for a few seconds and then carefully flip it over and let the other side cook you transfer it to a plate.

You look at Thrawn and see that he’s observing carefully as though he’s observing an art piece.

“Okay, we have two Crêpe,” You say, he nods his head and begins making the Crêpes the same way you did. After a few minutes, you guys have two plates stacked with Crêpes.

“How do you make them sweet?” Thrawn asks looking at you with a slight smile. You move to the fridge and take out some fruits and berries, along with some whipped cream. He smiles and you both start making different types of sweet crépes.

After both you and Thrawn finish making two Crêpes each, you put the rest of the Crêpes away. You suddenly feel Thrawn’s arms around your waist. “Ch'eo vir, come eat before I eat your crêpes,” Thrawn whispers in your ear and lets go of you.

You quickly turn around and pout at him. “You wouldn’t!” You say jokingly and he smiles and passes you your crépes. “You don’t know,” He says teasingly. You take your plate and begin eating your Crêpes. Thrawn sits beside you and he starts eating his Crêpes.

When you both finish he looks at you with a smile. “Thank you for teaching me how to make Crêpes,” He thanks calmly but also sweetly and you kiss his cheek again. “No problem my love,” You say happily.

He kisses you on the cheek. “I like Crêpes but I bet you are sweeter,” He whispers and swiftly stands up. You stare at him for a few seconds before you swiftly follow him to your room.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: The Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Reader Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Reader Additional Tags: One Shot, Short One Shot, POV First Person, Caff - Freeform, Thrawn can't cook, Silly, Day Off Summary:

I know I posted this already but I wanted to share it here again.

You and Thrawn make some crêpes.

Thrawn X Reader.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Reader, Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo & Reader Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Reader Additional Tags: Thrawn can't cook, Marriage Proposal, surprise proposal, ciNNAMON BUNS, no y/n Series: Part 2 of Thrawn can't cook Summary:

You two make some cinnamon buns and a few surprises happen as well.

I love this!!

"Can I have a Thrawn with a reader that treats him or any injuries? And maybe tease him a little while they do it?" -@obbicrystaleo

Thrawn x GN!reader

You shake your head before the display in front of you. How did we come to that? you wonder. The man sitting in the armchair in front of you remains silent and calm despite squeezing his lips in a thin line.

You jab a needle in Thrawn’s arm, he winces at your lack of gentleness.

-Come on now, a big guy like you should be able to take that, you tease.

He turns his head to you.

-Do not forget who you are talking to, Lieutenant commander, he speaks softly but firmly.

-Oh, I’m so sorry Grand Admiral Thrawn, I will try not to forget it next time you have another brilliant idea like that! You grin. 

-My idea was perfect, he chides, the execution however, was lacking. I will have a talk with the responsibles officers.

You raise an eyebrow.

-You call that lacking? I call that a fiasco…

-You are harsh, lieutenant commander. We did not suffer any casualties and we got the intel we were looking for. This mission was a success.

You scoff. Getting stabbed by a war javelin in the chest is not a fiasco for him? 

-If you say so…

You apply bandage over where you jabbed him and retrieve the bacta for his chest wound.

-Nevertheless it is the first time I see you wounded, you reluctantly admit, I wish I never did. You spread the healing jelly on his chest, a chance the wound is no more profound than that. A chance he was wearing his armor too.

-Are you saying you are worrying for me Lieutenant Commander? He teases back.

You shot him daggers.

- Yes, Grand Admiral. I do. It was reckless of you to go in the field with the Stormtroopers.

- I already told you: I share my warrior's battles, I will not remain hidden in the Chimaera while they fight for our cause, it is my duty of Grand Admiral.

-Your duty of a Grand Admiral is to stay alive and prepare tactics and battles, not to die on some stupid backward planet, you lose your temper. What would we have done if you really died back there?

-The rear admiral would have simply taken over, he placidly explains.

-Thrawn, I don’t find it funny, you berate him.

-Neither do I, he smiles sadly, but I am well and alive. Everything is fine… 

He grazes your cheek and caresses it with his thumb. You press it against his palm, sighing.

- Promise me you will be more careful next time…

- I am always careful, but I cannot predict jeopardy in advance.

You stare into your lover’s shiny eyes.

What would you do if you lost this man? 

You will surely retire from your military career, letting all those battles behind you and settle somewhere in a farm, away from all that.

-Well I order you to do it from now on, you decide.

-Alright, Lieutenant commander. He grins

You squeeze his chest bandage more than necessary to pinch the skin.

-What is that for? He exhales a painful laugh.

-That, is for making fun of me and my worries, mister Grand Admiral.

-I would never do that, he protests.

You tuts, dubious.

-I know you well, mister. You are not above that.

-Well loosen it a bit, it is hard to breathe.

-No! It is for your own good, Grand Admiral, you cheekily smile at him.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton

I have a few ideas I will make another poll for that.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Reader Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Reader Additional Tags: Winter, Cuddling & Snuggling

Long awaited reunion

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30

Tags : fluff, domesticity, reader is disabled

Owning an appartment together and living together are two differents things. After months on the Relentless you still hope to catch Thrawn during one of your leaves

FemaleReader x Thrawn

Amusingly enough, this is not because you moved in with Thrawn that you see him more often. Your schedule doesn’t match most of the time and you work on a different ISD, only receiving his orders through the loudspeakers of your ship, most of the time you cross paths at a station or you catch the silhouette of his back when he goes and you arrive. So much time you rushed behind him to catch him and almost fell because of your mechanical legs but he’s always too far away and you never join him in time before the doors close. 

So you practically live alone, in this small apartment. Oh, you don’t complain, this apartment is great, practical, sunny with large bay windows, in a rather calm neighborhood and most of all: full of memories. It’s just that you moved in with the expectations of being two. So when you lay down, bathing in the sun in your living room/open kitchen looking at the white ceiling you feel… terribly alone. 

And as one day you were idling around the flat, something struck you : ceiling? White, walls? White, bedroom sheets? White, dishes? White, sofa and poufs? gray/beige, towels? White, ect… You live in a goddamn hotel room without any charm. The most personalized thing here is the pile of mail at the name of your great uncle from his army of mistresses… You check the wardrobe, Thrawn’s clothes are neatly folded taking just the space it needs, while you spread yours, taking all the spaces. You count three identical uniforms and as much civilian clothes, so basically nothing. You check the bathroom, here too it’s the desert, only the chemical shower gel and shampoo the navy distributes, no perfume, no flavored toothpaste, the most personal thing here is his toothbrush. You check the kitchen and all your napkins are neatly folded in their place, untouched, he uses paper ones. You roam around the apartment, no pictures, no canvas, no plants, no nothing. It’s like he never lived here, he barely colonized the place. You look up the living room, he didn’t buy any holos, any music despite the stereo, any gaming console… True you did not either, but you just arrived, he's been here for more or less 8 years! 

Is he afraid to take up too much space in a place that isn’t his? Does he feel at home here? You’re technically the proprietor but it is his home as much as yours. 

Or so you thought…

He never let any traces of his passage, the bedsheets are always fresh when he leaves, his clothes smell of detergent and you can’t compensate his absence by inhaling his scent on the pillows, he never left any leftovers in the fridge so you have no idea of his diet, and even less in his tastes in entertainment. 

In some way it pierces your heart to live with a ghost conscious to erase any clues of his existence.

You sigh deeply, bathing in the sun.

But maybe his absence is more prominent at night.

When the nightmares seize you, and you wake up in tears, screaming. 

When you relive those fateful days in this cavern, you would give everything to have Thrawn here, to embrace him, for him to cradle you and shush you to sleep, embraced by his warmth. 

Maybe facing the angered neighbors that you woke up would be easier with his presence behind your back. Or if you could feel only his presence through his arrangement in the apartment.

For now your apartment is terribly… empty.

So one day, when you can’t take it anymore, you send him a text through his comlink.

“I’m fed up with those bedsheets, they all look the same and mine are getting old. But I can’t decide which one to buy in this catalog, could you make a first selection?”

You didn’t hope for much, you didn’t even hope for a response at all. He’s busy and this message isn’t about work or the safety of you both.

But…

The evening of that same day you receive a ping on your comlink.

He chose several bed sheets!

You review his selection with a fluttering heart, finally a window on his personal tastes!

At first you’re disappointed: he chose several plain white sheets without much personality and you’re afraid you did this in vain. But towards the end of the selection, several motifs started to appear, with touches of colors. A thin smile appears on your lips and you take command.

Once your new colorful bed sheets are in place you pass to the next step: the cookery. You resume the same steps and send him a catalog of plates, he selects a few and you have the last word. You end up with a complete new service of ceramic mint and tangerine plates. As you put them in the cupboards you observe the white walls of the apartment. This is an old, old building and the apartments are still made of cement and not fancy metals. You could do something with that…

So one day, in the course of a conversation you asked, messaging him:

“How was your home back there?” 

“A building in red tones, carved into stone.” 

And he closed the matter.

But you got what you wanted.

You pass the next three days searching the decoration shops for a nice shade of wallpaper.

You settle with a burgundy paint and subsequently cover your whole apartment in sheets and start painting. It takes you your whole leave of two weeks to do it, all alone while he's away in campaign.You broke your back and arms to have them always extended to paint the ceiling, you almost fell from the stepladder several times and spilled a whole bucket of 10L of paint once. But it was worth it, because when you came back the next leave you found a flimsi card with “Thank you.” written on it.

You kiss it, leaving a smudge of lipstick on it and let him here for him to find next time.

He picked up on what you were trying to do because he proposed to change the color of the bedroom to a castleton green, and when you got back you found out he painted it himself. 

Now the whole apartment smells like paint.

You changed the sofa, the poufs, the chairs, the tables… Slowly it became more and more like a nest for both of you. At least to you. He remained really set back in his propositions, not implicating himself too much, but a bit.

It’s a start, you think. 

It is way more colorful now, much more to your liking. You could add some tiles to the kitchen and change to wood cupboards and surfaces… You should do a list.

 You realize the most decoration he used to have must have been the holos of pieces of art that he tidies when he’s not here. Something pocket sized that didn’t leave any trace…

With all that you did not finish to move on, you still had some boxes unopened laying around in the flat. 

You’re opening one when you hear your door shuffles.

‘It’s him!’ flashes in your mind.

You run up to the entrance and see him with his luggage, taking off his trench coat.

“Thrawn!” you exclaim, delighted.

“(Y/n).” He salutes back with a thin smile. 

You walk slowly to him, fidgeting your fingers, feeling suddenly gauche and shy. How much time has passed since you talked face to face? 

At least 10 whole months since the trial.

You just look back at him with a stupid smile on your face, and he observes you with a gentle gaze awaiting your reaction. As you remain immobile he extends his hand to you and you gladly take it, squeezing it.

“Welcome home.” You greet.

“Welcome home.” He murmurs, pulling you into an embrace. 

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I missed you.” You say almost to yourself.

“I missed you too.” He squeezes you and releases you without letting go of your hand.

You guide him into your freshly decorated flat.

“What do you think?” You ask.

“It is way more colorful than in my memories.” He chuckles, “But it is comforting and…Vuckust… Cozy, I think you would say?”

“Yes, that was the goal.” You nod 

“You like what I have done to the bedroom?” He takes off his white jacket, remaining in his black tank top. You admire his arms from the corner of your eyes, heading towards the kitchen to prepare some caff.

“Yes. A really nice color.” You hand him a cup, “You’re here for how much time?”

“I have three weeks. I managed to match it with your last one. I wanted to see you.”Instead of taking the cup, he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Seeing you eases my mind. 10 months apart has proved more difficult than first anticipated.” 

Your heart flutters at those words. You’re not the only one thinking this has been too long. You press your cheek in his palm with a sigh. A whole week together? It must be a present from the Maker. He takes his cup and you clink them, you speak about everything and nothing, eye in eye, slouching on the couch. He speaks lengthy about the different art form of the cultures he met during his campaign, about the last political mess he ended up in without understanding a thing and you speak about the new recruits you took under your wing, how Konstantine is driving you bananas some days when the Relentless isn’t with the Chimaera how happy you were to met Sealan and Norcaus under your commandment again. 

You pout.

“So that means Karyn is leading the Chimaera for now?”

“Indeed.”

“How far away?”

He grins lightly.

“She too will have a leave soon, I promise.”

“Yeah… When I get back to work.” You do your caprice, much to his amusement.

“By the way, I checked your closet. It is not good.”

He looks at you puzzled.

“I am having a hard time determining what the problem might be?”

“Only three civilian outfits? You never go out?”

“I principally remain in the office to work when I am here.” 

You sigh.

Of course he would be working, even when on leave.

“You should go out and meet people. We could visit Eli’s parents someday? We should give them some news about their son… They must be terribly worried." Your enthusiasm fades spectacularly, remembering the disparition of Eli. You don't know if Thrawn warned them that he sent their pride and joy away. Maybe they think he's a traitor to the Empire, maybe they think he's dead… You didn't have the chance to meet them, and even less to go see them to ease their pain. He nods slowly. 

"You are right, we should visit them." He looks around "You did not finish opening your boxes ?" 

"I'm almost done" You defend. "You interrupted me."

"I will help you finish." He informs you.

It makes you giggle: he's gonna help you move in like a cute little couple! You grin like a child who got candies.

“Speaking about Eli, we have to empty his apartment while he’s away.” he finishes his caff in one gulp.

“Alright.”

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You only finished opening your boxes and you had to close them with Eli’s stuff inside.

“Pfffff… He got more things than it looks like.” You realize, closing the lid of a box.

“Indeed, you can surround and drown yourself in materiality if you are not careful” Thrawn throws from the kitchen.

‘It’s sure not to you it would happen’ you think. You look around your vicinity and notice the pictures on the wall. Some disappeared but a few remained. You approach the wall, crossing your arms. The one you took at the ball disappeared. Only the rectangular shapes of the frame where the sun didn’t shine remains. You smile as you take down the one you took in class with Eli sleeping and Thrawn absorbed by his datapad.

“You like this picture.” Thrawn says right behind you.

You jump, you didn’t hear him approach.

“Yeah…” you put one strand of hair behind your ear. “I like it very much, I don’t have many pictures of Eli.” you sigh.

“Really? You do have a series of portraits of him in your imager.” He recalls.

“Yes but they’re… Wait, how did you know that?” You turn fully towards him suspicious.

“You let your imager on, on the table.” He explains.

“And you took it as a permission to go through it?” you nudge him “There is some private stuff in there!”

“I saw none of that, I promise.” He calmly defends himself.

You pout.

“That is not the problem presently, you got through my stuff without my permission.”

He seems to realize his error as he takes a step back.

“I got curious.” He confesses “I shouldn’t have done that. I present my sincere apologies.” He lowers his head “I tend to get carried away when presented with a new artist.”

“Well I got an account on the holonet if you want to see my pictures. Do not just take my imager like that.” You turn your back to him. You’re not fully angry, just a bit annoyed. Those pictures are your hobby, your little personal pleasure, if he asked you would have let him go through your whole imager no problem, but he didn’t.

He circles your body with his arms, tilts your head and kisses your cheek.

“I am truly sorry,” he whispers in your ear “It will not happen again.”

You grin snarky.

“Is that a new tactic to sway me?”

“Does it work?”

You press your lips, thinking.

“I don’t know. Do it again?”

He kisses your cheek again, tenderly. You smile, the last remnant of annoyance disappearing like snow under the sun.

“Yeah, it works.” You giggle.

He pecks your cheek again, slowly heading towards your lips. He makes you turn your head towards him with the tip of his fingers, your eyes meet but you're inextricably called by his lips. You moisten yours hungrily, which makes him grin slightly in return. He slowly leans over you, closing the gap. Your heart beats at 100 miles per hour, threatening to burst through your ribcage.

Your first proper kiss…

You take a grip on his arms and dig your nails in his flesh in anticipation.

He stops a mere inches away from you, waiting for your consent.

You close your eyes and hold your breath, feeling his on your lips. You part your lips slightly, invitingly.

His comlink rings, completely destroying the vibe.

You reopen your eyes with a sorry smile.

“Another time, your duty calls.” You pat his arm and caress his cheek.

He kisses the tip of your nose and parts from you to take the call.

You finish taking down the pictures, you’ll take one to brighten the apartment, you decide. The portraits you’ve done of Eli are more like a fashion magazine, with a stern expression, you don’t find his gentleness in those. The one where you are sleeping on the table like a cat is perfect for you.

You finish taping the box when you turn towards the counter where his plants sit. Or rather the cadavers of his plants. They’re all dead. 

Except one.

You throw all the dead plants in the bins and turn towards the survivor. It’s a reddish, purplish plant that looks like a bay tree. It holds on surprisingly well.

“Thrawn? What do we do with this plant?” you ask.

“We could dispose of it?” He said, coming back to the living room.

“You sure?” You notice all the gardening tools behind the counters and all the compost in a bag “It would be a waste. Eli gave himself so much trouble to make them grow…”

He eyesides you.

“You want to keep it?”

“We could at least try.” you propose “It would be a memory of Eli.”

“We got plenty of memories tidied up in boxes right now.”

You wince.

“It would be a living memory of Eli.” You correct. “I know plant peoples, they are like their babies to them. I’m sure he would like us to take care of it.” You explain.

He tilts his head.

“I have never really tried to keep a plant alive in my life.” He confesses.

“Well… I got some basics with my parents.” You take the pot to observe it better. “I’ll call her Benedict!”

You hear an amused scoff.

“You want to name the plant?”

“Yes! If you humanize it you’ll take more care of it. Say hi to Benedict!” You press the pot in his face.

“I am not saying hi to Benedict.”

You pout, lowering the pot.

“You heartless man… Don’t worry Benedict, I’ll take care of you.” You whisper.

“Do we have the necessary place at the apartment?” he asks.

“Of course, if we push some stuff. It will be our first baby!”

He seems to twitch at that mention, crossing his arms and laying against the wall.

“No? You don’t want babies? I want several.” you continue “It would brighten our life.”

His gaze goes from the plant to you

“Are we still talking about a plant?” he investigates.

“Of course I’m talking about the plant, what do you… Oh!” You suddenly realize and flush “No I am talking about plants.”

He tilts his head, dubious.

“I swear!”

“Alright.” he nods with a grin “Keep it if you want. We will find Benedict a place somewhere.” He kisses your forehead.

“Unless you wanted to talk about… well, you know…” You can’t even bring yourself to formulate it. Isn't it a bit soon for that? Do you even want one? Is it compatible with your career? What the accommodations would…

“Do not stress yourself, Chacah. I play with you.” He grins satisfied.

“Oh… okay.” You feel a bit stupid now.

“But I take good note that you are open to the subject.” He says softly, leaving the living room.

You remain alone with the cheeks heating up like a fire started under your skin.

“Well Benedict… He played me well on this one.”

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You can’t sleep.

You’re too excited to sleep with Thrawn again, your body is full of energy, straight like a bowstring, ready to jump up and down at anything. You feel shivers through your whole body.

You sigh.

Are you a child to get excited like that over anything?

You breathe deeply, trying to calm down. You turn your head to Thrawn, sleeping peacefully. At least one of you doesn’t have trouble falling asleep. You turn fully towards him, observing his relaxed face, his deep and regular breath.

Could you start a family with this man? You’re still young, is it what you want yet? And him? He’s older than you by 20 years at least, your life goals must be quite different. He seemed pleased with your reaction earlier, but he could be joking. You bite your lips. That’s a lot of uncertainty for one relationship. Maybe you…

“You are not sleeping.” he says in the dead of night, breaking the silence.

“Indeed.” You admit. Nothing escape him

“What is it, cha’cah?” He opens his flaming eyes and dive in yours.

Again with ‘cha’cah’, what does that mean?

“I’m thinking about the future… Our future.” you whisper

“I told you not to stress yourself over that.” he gently chides you.

“But don’t you think about it even a little? Doesn’t it worry you a bit? Don’t you have projects? Life goals?”

He sighs. Great, you managed to annoy him. But instead he gently takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

“I think about our future everyday. I planned a lot of things in my head, but I did not want to scare you off with it.”

You crawl closer, completely focused.

“You planned things? Like what?” you murmur in the dark, the only source of light being his eyes.

“We could start by finding a larger apartment. With more rooms.”

“Why?” You ask fully knowing where that conversation is heading, but you can’t help but play coy.

“For a second bedroom.” He murmurs.

“For a baby?”

“For a baby, yes. And their brothers and sisters, if you want it.” He says so low you barely hear him, grazing your palm with the tip of his fingers.

“You want several babies?” You ask incredulously, but you feel a warm sensation spreading in your stomach, something soft and comforting.

He shruggs.

“Why not? I am used to large families, even though our notion of families differs from human’s.”

“Would you teach it to me one day?”

“Of course, cha’cah. Anything you want.”

“Wait hold on…” you say with a flash of lucidity “We are talking babies, and we haven't even kissed yet.”

He stares at you like it dawned on him.

“You are quite right.” he admits, passing his hand in his hair. “We are burning bridges here.I may have planned too far too quickly.” You can’t help but giggle, that is so fitting of him. “Are you mocking me?”

“No, no I don’t think so at least.” you laugh “I just find it adorable of you.” you squeeze his hand lovingly “It is flattering that you already thought so much ahead for us.”

He planned this far with you, envisioning such important matter with you in it. He is serious with your relationship and that flutters your heart.

His nostril flares.

“Yes, but I planned all that without knowing your opinion on it. I may have just built up a fantasy of mine.”

“Well…” you temper “It is a bit soon for me to speak about babies. But with you… I think I can see that future for us.”

He looks back at you with what you think is hope in his eyes.

“Really?”

God you love this man you realize. You take a minute, weighting your words and thinking about it. You nod and kiss his cheek.

“Yes, Thrawn.” You snuggle against his really warm body “I don’t know when, but I will try. For you… For us.”

He circles you with his arms, squeezing you tightly and kisses your forehead, diving his nose in your hair.

“Thank you.” He whispers. “It makes me happy.”

“But we have a lot of things to try first, mister. A family and a relationship doesn’t build themself like that!” You remember him, bursting with laughter.

“I know.” He softly says “I can wait for you. Until you are ready, I will be patient.”

Your cheeks heat up and you hug him back, burying your own nose in his pectoral muscles. You feel so at peace and safe in his arms.

You drift off to sleep without a worry.

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Thrawn Fanfics.

Sick Grand Admiral Thrawn X Personal Medic Reader

(note that anything that is italicized is Sy Bisti.)

You are working on some medical reports as you are one of the higher-ranking medics onboard the Chimaera. Suddenly you get a notification on your datapad ordering you to your boyfriend Grand Admiral Thrawn’s quarters. Frowning slightly you get up and make your way over to his quarters.

Walking to his office you see Governor Pryce standing outside his office door. “There you are (Y/N)! What took you so long?” She asks sort of rudely. Looking at her calmly you sigh heavily.

“I was busy filling out medical reports, what’s the situation?” You ask calmly and she looks at you and turns to the door.

“I don’t understand a word he’s saying, none of us can!” She complains annoyed and forces you inside the room. You nearly fall over by the rough shove. You huff annoyed by The shove and walk towards Thrawn.

“Hello, Grand Admiral Thrawn,” You greet with a small smile trying to give the illusion that you two aren’t a couple. You have a gut feeling he’s quite sick. Which is why he’s not speaking Basic.

Thrawn seems to be attempting to work on some data, but he’s struggling. He looks at you and gives a feeble and tired smile. “Hello, (Y/N),” He greets in Sy Bisti. You walk up to him and place a hand on his forehead.

“You’re running a really bad fever,” You say honestly and Thrawn frowns slightly in mild confusion. You repeat yourself in Sy Bisti.

“I’m not that sick, I’m just a little under the weather, Ch’ eo Vir” Thrawn tries to deny his ailment but you shake your head. You know he’s sick just by the fact he’s not even trying to speak in Basic.

“You are going to bed this is not up for debate as your personal medic, I’m ordering you to bed… Now!” You order firmly using your role as Thrawn’s personal medic to your advantage.

Thrawn sighs heavily and gets up a little wobbly on his feet. You quickly walk over and help him into his quarters which are just in the adjoining room. He leans on you heavily and luckily you both work out together and help each other get stronger.

You work on getting him out of his uniform and changed into some pyjamas. Once he’s in the pyjamas you work on getting him some medicine. “Will I need to take all of it?” he asks slightly childishly.

“If you want to get better and track down those nasty rebels you’ll need to take all your meds,” you say firmly and he pouts slightly. Which gets you to smile and pet his head slightly as he leans into your touch. Probably because feel cooler than him right now.

You start humming a lullaby from your homeworld in hopes of helping him sleep. He puts his head on your lap. “Your lap is so comfy,” he says tiredly and you smile at him.

“Love, I need to get your medication, so you can get better,” You tell him honestly and he pouts slightly not wanting to leave your lap. “When I get back with the medication you can sleep on my lap, does that work for you?” You ask and he nods his head tiredly.

He sighs as it’s clear that he is quite comfortable on your lap. “Be quick,” he orders and you nod your head and stand up from his bed and leave his quarters. Before you leave his office you put a note that Thrawn is sick and will be off-duty for a while.

Exiting Thrawn’s office you see Governor Pryce waiting for you. “Well, (Y/N) what is the problem with Thrawn? Why isn’t he speaking Basic?” She asks sounding slightly worried. It’s the first time you’ve heard her sound worried.

“He’s sick, I’m going to be treating him, but first I need to get him some medication from the infirmary,” You tell her honestly, Pryce frowns and looks at you with a bit of curiosity. Sighing heavily you look at her calmly. “Governor Pryce, He is a different species and has different needs than humans, his room is tailored to his needs and comforts and I am not going to alter the temperature of the infirmary for one patient,” You state firmly and she nods her head in understanding.

“I see, well make sure he gets better quickly,” She orders rudely and you nod your head. Walking quickly to the infirmary you collect some medication for Thrawn and your datapad knowing that you aren’t going to be able to leave his quarters once you get back.

As you swiftly make your way back to Thrawn’s quarters you see Agent Kallus walking towards you. “Medic (Y/N),” He greets you formally. You nod your head in greeting and he stops you. “Do you know when Thrawn will be back on his feet?” Kallus asks sounding slightly suspicious.

“I estimate that he may be down for about a week or so,” You inform him honestly and he nods his head. “Why do you need to know this?” You ask and he shrugs his shoulder.

“I’m just worried is all,” Kallus says but you feel like that might be a lie but you didn’t have time to speculate. You need to get back to your boyfriend and take care of him. He leaves and you continue on your way to Thrawn’s quarters.

Entering Thrawn’s quarters you see him sleeping sitting up with a blanket wrapped around him. You smile seeing him like this.

Walking over you gently shake him awake. “Love, I got your medicine,” You say softly so as not to scare him awake. He gently opens his eyes and pulls you into the blanket with him. “Love, take your medicine, then you can sleep in my lap,” you order, he groans slightly but complies.

Letting you go you take some medicine from your medic bag and hand it to him with some water. He takes the medicine and scowls at the taste of the liquid medicine. “Now can I sleep in your lap?” He asks sort of sheepishly and you nod your head.

You sit on his bed near the headrest and he lays on your lap, gently you begin petting his head and singing a lullaby from your homeworld. He yawns as he listens to you sing and soon falls asleep in your lap. 

Thrawn sleeping peacefully is quite a sight and you know that you are very lucky to be the one he feels comfortable enough to leave himself vulnerable and exposed. You know this trust is not easily earned. And you feel very special to be that one person he trusts the most.

Leaning back against the headrest you yawn feeling tired and soon you doze off to sleep. Knowing that you are both safe and that you both take care of each other.

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**Thrawn can't cook Series.**

Thank you so much it's so cute!!!!

Hello... I hope you are well... I would love to see Thrawn with a reader who loves to cook meals for Thrawn when he is home. OR

Thrawn trying to cook the reader a meal and accidentally burning it slightly as he can't cook?

Which ever one you want... I love your work!!!

It's very short but very sweet <3

ThrawnxGN!reader

Thrawn always woke up early, way before you, but you’re always the one cooking breakfast.

And that is bugging him, he is not a kid to be pampered and should take on his share of the house chores! 

That is what responsible couples do.

So this morning he woke up with the firm intent to cook you breakfast and give it to you in bed. He leaned towards you to kiss your forehead like a blessing and head to the kitchen.

Having the will is a good thing, but he knows no recipes… 

In fact, all your utensils are quite… intimidating. You got some blades, are they really just for cooking? He takes one knife to weigh it up, get familiar with it. Such a beautiful blade.

He observed you so many times, he should be able to cook something, this is just chemistry and common sense. 

He opens the cabinet and choses a cookbook that inspires him. He leafs through it, observing the pictures of the dishes until he finds something engaging. Following a recipe shouldn't be too hard, he is a soldier, he learnt to obey.

He got this!

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You flare your nose, opening your eyes.

What’s that smell? 

It smells… Burning! You jump out of bed in a panic, expecting to discover the apartment in flames but instead you discover Thrawn in front of a burned dish, his chin between his fingers like he is investigating something.

“Thrawn!” You let out.

He turns his head to you and nods to you as a greeting.

“Good morning, Cha’cah. You are awake sooner than I hoped for.”

“I smelt like fire.”

“It appears I made a mistake by following this recipe. I am trying to discover what got wrong.”

“But… You never cook…” You advance towards him while closing your nightgown, he really burned it to the crisp.

He sighs, admitting defeat.

“I wanted to help you. You always cook for the both of us and I wanted to return the favor.”

“Oh Thrawn, that is so sweet. You didn’t burn yourself I hope?” You worry.

“I am well. Today’s breakfast cannot say the same.”

“This is inedible. We will need to start all over.”

He looks really disappointed, which is rare. 

“I am truly sorry. It appears by wanting to help you I instead aggravated your workload.”

“It is okay, sweety.” You raise on your toes to kiss his cheek, “We can cook together. I will show you how it is done.”

You take out the vegetables and hand them to him to wash them while you sharpen the blades. You demonstrate to him how to cut an onion and a tomato and let him do it while you take care of the meat. You sauté the meat pieces with virgin oil while he adds the vegetables. You then instruct him on how to do the sauce with cream and spices. 

He does well, better than his first attempt. You congratulate him and pour the sauce before stepping back and letting him manage the cooking. He sautés the dish expertly but you remain over his shoulder to oversee the process.

“A little more…” you declare, tasting a bite, “We are close.” 

He mixes the dish with a spatula, letting it bubble for five minutes before turning the fire down.

“Well done, Thrawn!” You applaud cheerfully, “Your first dish!”

“Almost. You helped a lot.” He corrects.

“Of course, it was your first time. I wouldn’t force you to jump in the deep end.” 

“I would like to be able to do it on my own.” He says serving breakfast in plates.

“We will have plenty of occasions, love. And thank you again for wanting to help.” you take his hand on the table with eyes spilling love.

“Any time, Cha’cah. It was my pleasure.”

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Crêpes

You and Thrawn make some Crêpes and you learn Thrawn can't cook.

The cool air is quite nice since it’s becoming spring, the nice cool air is better than the bitter cold of winter air. You stand outside on your balcony with a nice warm cup of caff. It’s difficult to wipe the smile from your face as today is the day you get to cook with none other than your love, Thrawn.

You are slowly sipping your caff you think of what you could possibly make today. Suddenly it hits you, Crêpe! You and Thrawn could make crepes, they are so versatile, they can be sweet or savoury. Plus it’s simple!

As you think of all the crépes you could make with Thrawn. Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Excitedly you put the cup of caff down and rush over to the door. You stop take a few calming breaths and open the door.

“Hello, my love,” You greet him happily and give him a giant hug. He chuckles and hugs you back gently. “Hello, Ch'eo vir,” He greets back softly. Backing away you take his hand and pull him into the apartment.

“I assume you want us to cook today,” Thrawn says with a small smile on his face. You smile brightly and nod your head. “What is it that you have in mind?” He asks, you notice that he’s looking at your discarded caff.

He walks into the kitchen and waits for you to join him. You walk over and kiss his cheek. “I think we should make Crêpes,” You declare to him and he nods his head. “I have had Crêpes but I have never made them, Ch'eo vir,” He says calmly yet curiously.

“Well, Today is your lucky day!” You add happily while you take out the ingredients and make sure that you have everything. “I have a recipe if you need it,” You say and take out an old recipe book. Thrawn nods his head and carefully watches you with an expression that you don’t recognize. 

Looks as though he is hesitant to cook. You smile and offer your hand to him. “Come on, my love, it’s just Crêpes,” You say comfortingly he seems to relax a little. You quietly watch as he reads the recipe. 

You begin to measure some of the ingredients. You turn and see him beginning to measure the rest of the ingredients. “Put them in separate things then we’ll mix them together,” You explain before Thrawn just throws everything into one bowl. He frowns but follows your instructions.

Once you have your Mise en place for the Crêpes. You carefully preheat the stovetop and place two pans on them. “Okay, now we combine the ingredients, following the recipe,” You explain and Thrawn seems slightly hesitant again. You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“You can do this,” You say comfortingly he nods his head and his confidence is back on his face. As the two of you mix the batter together, you end up making a slight mess as Thrawn boops your nose with batter on his finger and you try to get him back. After a few seconds, you both stop and end up laughing at each other covered in batter.

“We should make the Crêpes,” You say childishly and Thrawn nods his head. As carefully cook your Crêpes you smell something burning, you quickly turn and see Thrawn burning his Crêpes “THRAWN!” You scream in shock turn down the heat of his burner and take the pan off the heat. He looks at you rather confused.

“Did I do it wrong, Ch'eo vir?” He asks and you sigh heavily. “My love you need to keep it on low to medium heat,” You explain calmly and he tilts his head in confusion.

“I thought all things were cooked on high heat?” Thrawn says rather innocently and you smile at him and shake your head. He has no idea how to cook Crêpes. “Thrawn, crêpes are something you cook on low to medium heat, plus they are rather thin because they are made with a batter so they cook rather quickly,” You explain calmly.

Thrawn nods his head. “My apologies,” He says looking away slightly as though he is embarrassed. You place your hand under his chin and make him look at you. “It’s okay, mistakes happen, my love,” you say with a feeble smile. He smiles back with his own feeble smile.

“Now come on, I’ll teach you,” You offer and he nods his head. You take some batter carefully put it in the pan and swirl it around till the bottom is covered, you wait for a few seconds and then carefully flip it over and let the other side cook you transfer it to a plate.

You look at Thrawn and see that he’s observing carefully as though he’s observing an art piece.

“Okay, we have two Crêpe,” You say, he nods his head and begins making the Crêpes the same way you did. After a few minutes, you guys have two plates stacked with Crêpes.

“How do you make them sweet?” Thrawn asks looking at you with a slight smile. You move to the fridge and take out some fruits and berries, along with some whipped cream. He smiles and you both start making different types of sweet crépes.

After you and Thrawn finish making two Crêpes each, you put the rest of the Crêpes away. You suddenly feel Thrawn’s arms around your waist. “Ch'eo vir, come eat before I eat your crêpes,” Thrawn whispers in your ear and lets go of you.

You quickly turn around and pout at him. “You wouldn’t!” You say jokingly and he smiles and passes you your crépes. “You don’t know,” He says teasingly. You take your plate and begin eating your Crêpes. Thrawn sits beside you and he starts eating his Crêpes.

When you both finish he looks at you with a smile. “Thank you for teaching me how to make Crêpes,” He thanks calmly but also sweetly and you kiss his cheek again. “No problem my love,” You say happily.

He kisses you on the cheek. “I like Crêpes but I bet you are sweeter,” He whispers and swiftly stands up. You stare at him for a few seconds before you swiftly follow him to your room.

Cinnamon Buns

You and Thrawn make some Cinnamon buns

You are sitting in your apartment drinking some caff, you patiently waiting for your partner Thrawn to get home from the Navy base. It’s so exciting to have him home even if it’s just for a short period of time. The food you two could eat together then it hits you. Cinnamon buns!

Yes, they are slightly more complicated than crepes but it would be amazing. The idea of teaching Thrawn to cook and bake is quite nice. For once you can teach him some things. You can’t help but smile as you drink your caff.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, you get up and rush over to the front door. Opening it you see your partner Thrawn standing in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you, Ch’ eo Vir,” Thrawn says with a slight blush on his face. You smile and kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, my love,” You say happily as you take the bouquet and then pull him inside. “My love, guess what we are making today!” you say excitedly and Thrawn gives a rare small smile.

“I do not know, what is it this time? And as I thought you might want to cook something,” Thrawn says slightly happy yet curious. You smile and hug him tightly then move away with your back turned to him.

“We are baking today. We are making some cinnamon buns,” You say excitedly turning to him. And He seems happy to see you happy. “It’s going to be so fun!” you add and Thrawn nods his head.

But you notice that he has a slightly worried look on his face. “Don’t worry, my love, we are going to follow a recipe,” you say comfortingly and this seems to calm him slightly.

You walk over to the kitchen to begin working on the Mise en place for the cinnamon buns. Thrawn just watches silently and you give him the task of making the filling for the cinnamon buns. He smiles slightly sheepishly and begins making the filling while you work on the dough.

“Ch’ eo Vir, have you ever thought of marriage?” Thrawn asks suddenly and you look at him confused this was rather sudden.

“Of course, I’d marry you, there is no one else in the whole galaxy who compares to you,” You say honestly, the idea makes you blush. Was he going to ask you to marry him, someday? You turn your focus back to the dough.

Thrawn remains quiet as he starts working on the filling then he spills the cinnamon all over the counter. “Oh dear,” he says and you shake your head slightly amused and hug him. You start helping him clean up the cinnamon. “I’m sorry, Ch’ eo Vir,” Thrawn apologizes and you shake your head.

“It happens, besides, what’s the point of baking if you don’t make a bit of a mess,” You say jokingly which gets a smile from him. You both finish cleaning up the cinnamon and then the timer for the dough goes off.

You start to spread out the dough and you carefully help him make filling and he seems rather happy to have your help. Thrawn starts to spread the filling on the dough. You watch him and he seems to having a good time. Once he is done you both roll it up and cut the dough into individual pieces and put them in the pan you set aside for this.

As you go to put them in the oven Thrawn begins cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. You already preheated the oven to the right temperature. You place them in and help Thrawn clean the mess you two made in the kitchen.

“Ch’ eo Vir, I …” Thrawn starts but he seems hesitant, you look at him and place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and give him the same comfort in your smile.

“My love, I love you, what is the matter?” You ask him and he lets out a breath you think he didn’t know he was holding. He looks at you a slightly fearful look in his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you, Ch’eo Vir, and I don’t know how much longer I can take being away from you,” He says his voice cracking ever so slightly. You hug him tightly and kiss him on the lips.

“Thrawn I would never leave you for someone else,” You say honestly and the idea of him ever becoming M.I.A or K.I.A made you want to stay by his side even more. “I always fear that you’ll never come home one day, and I want to stay beside you no matter what.” You add with a worried look.

Thrawn seems speechless and hugs you back just as tightly. “I always fear never coming home to your warm embrace,” He says honestly and kisses your forehead. The two of you stand there and then separate and go back to cleaning. Once you both finish you sit on the couch and cuddle. Then you remember something your great-grandmother gave you when you were little. You get up rush over to your room and take out the old ring. It looks to be Thrawn’s size and you hide it behind your back.

You slowly walk back out of your room and he looks at you confused. Before he can ask you take out the ring and take a knee before him. “Thrawn, will you marry me?” You ask and he seems shocked but smiles slightly.

“I will if you will marry me?” he says and takes a knee before you and takes out a small box he opens it and inside it is an extremely beautiful ring, it’s clearly custom-made just for you. You can’t help but hug him and then kiss him.

“Yes!” You say happily and he kisses back and lifts you up. You both slip the rings on each other’s hands and then the timer for the cinnamon buns goes off. You rush over and pull them out.

Both of you decide to make the icing together, but Thrawn accidentally adds a little too much vanilla. But honestly, it didn’t matter, it’s a nice icing regardless and it complimented the cinnamon buns rather well.

You both eat two cinnamon buns each and then put the rest away for later. Thrawn kisses you on the cheek and smiles. “Where did you get this ring?” he asks and you smile at him.

“It’s a family heirloom, from my great-grandmother,” you say honestly and hug him tightly. Thrawn mutters something in his native tongue. You didn’t understand but you liked hearing him speak his native tongue.

As you two begin talking about possible wedding ideas his commlink goes off and he is called in for work. “We shall plan later,” Thrawn promises