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Long awaited reunion

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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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