I just wanna say your aroace Thrawn and aroace reader fic you posted was wonderful :) I'm aroace and I also do believe in having a platonic life partner like figure in my life but your fic came at a perfect time because I literally was asked if I did want a partner what would I want and I was genuinely stumped until this fic came out haha :) but like seriously thank you and I'm sorry for rambling and whatnot but seriously you've helped clear up something I've struggled with 🩵 you're an angel and you should be proud of your writings because they're brilliant!!!
thank you for being the best person ever despite being a total stranger to me <3
It was my pleasure my dear ❤️
Aroace Thrawn is very important to me and it was more than due time that write a new fic where he is explicitely aroace again, I missed it a lot! I'll most probably make a little serie with that premise, to explore their daily life in a QPR 🤗🤗🤗 He deserves it.
I am elated that my silly chapter helped you with this topic, we deserve companionship and partnership as everyone else! Our type or relationship are simply a tad different 😊
Never apologize for rambling, i absolutely adore it when reader comes to me to explain their thoughts, and the fact that it resonated with you is the icing on the cake ❤️
Aroace stories deserve to be told and explored and I'll use Thrawn as my vessel, it just suits his character to a T!
I thank you dear anon, today you were my angel ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Tags : Marriage proposal, casual aphobia, QPR, "loving" and supporting relationship cause Thrawn is nothing but an absolute king
“Ch’eo visot, will you marry me?”
Your sip of caff goes the wrong way. You spit it out and cough, mouth hidden behind your hand. Thrawn immediately hands you a napkin, with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Wha... What got over you suddenly?” You ask, dabbing your lips with the napkin, your chest still shaken by the cough.
He considers you for a second before his eyes flash.
“Of course, I should have respected conventions. My apologies.”
He stands from his chair to take your hand and kneel before you.
“No. Nonononononon. No! That is not what I meant.” You stop him immediately.
Thrawn tilts his head, question in his eyes. You urge him to stand up before anyone else at the tea salon sees him proposing and starts clapping or something.
“Thrawn.” You scold him with a low tone as he sits back on his chair, “What are you on about?”
“Was I not clear enough?”
“Yes, you were, hence my question.”
He seems to ponder your question, eyes drifting slightly to the side like the response was in the bouquets decorating the salon.
“I appreciate what we have going on.” He simply says, his eyes coming back on you.
“Thrawn, our... kind do not marry. You know it.” You whisper.
“We are already pretending to be a couple, why not go all the way?” He insists.
You look into his eyes to see if he is mocking you, but his gaze is clear with no malice. He is genuine.
His hand slides on the table to take yours and squeezes it gently.
“Our kind is not cursed to remain alone.” He counters.
You huff, gulping and uncomfortable.
This is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!
People like you do not get married, what kind of ludicrous idea is that?
You’re already lucky to have crossed paths with Thrawn, someone like you, who understood your struggles because he shared them.
But to play the happily married couple? You’re not sure you have it in you.
“We can’t!” You insists.
“Why not?’
“Because...!” You almost raise your voice before remembering you are in a public place and no one needs to hear about your relationship troubles, “Marriages... come with expectations!” You say between your teeth.
He squints, inviting you to develop your thoughts.
“Like... Babies! Children! And you already know my position on that.” You take a sip of your caff to calm yourself down.
You shudder, thinking back at your parents pestering you to find a man and have babies! Like it was the greatest achievement of a woman’s life! Ridicule!
Thinking back about it you are amazed you found Thrawn. That you encountered him, got acquainted with him, and bonded over your shared experience is unheard of. You never met someone like you before. Everyone talked about finding love, getting married, and having a family.
Love
Sex
And then you
Lost
Confused for years.
Feeling broken, beyond repairs, like something has been taken from you, like your heart or your core.
Unworthy
Alone...
But you met Thrawn. He always exuded this calming and somewhat recomforting aura, like if you accepted to put your life in his hand he will protect you with all his genius. He was polite, courteous, and gentlemanly in every circumstance.
You lost so many male friends because at some points they all tried their chances with you.
Not even because they might have been genuinely into you, but because this is what men and women do, right? And because their sexual urges were apparently worth throwing the entire friendship through the window...
So when you started to spend time with Thrawn you kept your expectations on a leash, always walking on eggshells, careful to not ‘provoke’ the unwanted interactions.
But...
It never came.
Thrawn remained extremely professional and polite in your relationship, making you feel safe with him. And despite knowing that it might be a terrible idea it pushed you to pursue his company even more.
Everything to bask in this man’s intellectual conversations, pleasant company, and dry humor.
After several years under his command, you considered each other friends, to your utmost pleasure. He welcomed you in his private suite to chit-chat about art or play chess for long hours.
You got your ass handed to you, obviously, but it was so nice and fun.
To just be friends, without ambiguity.
It was fresh.
One night, passably drunk on the delicious Tyrahnn wine he shared with you, you spilled everything.
Only for Thrawn to slowly nod with an understanding smile.
“They exist, you know?” He enigmatically said with a tight smile, “People who do not fall in love.”
You looked at him with wet eyes and too much alcohol in your system.
And you burst out in litteral tears, sobbing uglily.
Finally!
Someone who didn’t try to tell you to wait for the mister right, that it will inevitably come just you wait! Or that you needed a good cock to know what true sex was.
Someone who saw you for who you were and accepted it without bounds.
You felt his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you to him, pressing your heavy head against his chest.
It was so new
So intimate.
So reassuring
You threw yourself at him, almost choking him in your hug. He simply chuckled and cradled you patiently.
“I know how you feel, (Y/n). This constant pressure to conform, to muffle your true being in the hope of not being perceived. Because I am like you.”
You choked and sobbed heavily. He parted from you to give you a tissue. You spent the entire night in his suite talking, of everything and nothing.
How he grew up in the Ascendancy.
How he always looked at love as a curious construct, fascinating him from an anthropology point of view, but evading him entirely in his heart.
How the Mitths tried several times to arrange a marriage for him to slow down his ascencion and how he always managed to escape it with crazier and crazier plans. Once he almost did not manage to get out of it, they were already talking about his traditional costume for the ceremony but he got out of it by helping the bride-to-be to come out as a lesbian.
You listened, absolutely fascinated, and also terrified and furious in his behalf.
How could they?
Forcing two people together against their will?
He spoke of it with such detachment, like it was a minor inconvenience, sipping his wine casually while you were absolutely out of your mind.
“I am glad you opened to me, (Y/n). I rarely met people like us.” He finished.
“But... You did?” You inquired on the edge of your seat.
“Some, very few. But they are definitely there, crossing the cosmos, playing their part for the greater good.”
You sniffed, slowly calming down.
“You are the first.” You told him with a relieved smile, wiping the last tears away.
He smiled at you comfortingly, the type of smile of someone who just met their fellow, clicking your glasses.
And years later, here you are, pretending to be in love and DEFINITELY having sex to keep everyone off your back.
“I know you do not want to be a mother, and I would never impose such a thing on you.” He continues, “I just wish to take things to their next steps.”
“But why? It’s weird! We are not a real couple.”
You feel him slightly tensing at your words.
“Are we not?”
“Obviously not!” You scoff.
This is not the type of things you do!
“I... Always so us as a couple.” He reveals, a subtle hint of pain in his voice, “An unusual couple, but a couple nonetheless.”
“Couples are in love with each other.” You remind him.
“But I do love you.” He keeps going, his voice low like a secret, only for your ears, “Not romantically or anything of the sort, but I do love you, I care for you, I want to ensure your safety, make sure that you have a roof over your head and a plate always full.”
“And I feel the same for you!” You immediately assure him, squeezing his hand, “But that’s not... love!”
“Then what is it?”
You bite your lips, falling mute.
“What is this deep sentiment of protection and tenderness I harbor for you if not love?”
“That’s not romantic love.” You clap back.
“Why should it matter? Why must it be romantic to be valid? My love is grand and no less true than any romantic love. I know what I feel, and I want to share your life until the end.” He says incredibly seriously.
You are forced to back down before such a gaze, so sharp like a blade.
“(Y/n). There is nothing romantic or lustful between us, and it probably never will. I do not think each person has their intended, but I know it, you are my person, my intended. The one the Warrior placed on my path to cherish all my life and I want a commitment as great as what I feel for you.”
“But why a marriage? This is... ludicrous!”
“For the symbolic, and to protect you.”
You tilt your head.
“In what way it would protect me?”
“In regards to the law. I want you to share my status, to be able to inherit my wealth and belongings if something happened to me.”
“Thrawn” you chuckle, “Nothing is going to happen to you, sill-”
“How can you be so sure?” He cuts you short, “I spent my life planning every eventuality, and i want to plan your protection if I was ever taken down.”
“You dramatize.” You shake your head.
But he is right, being married in the eyes of the law brings a lot of advantages in the Empire. You purse your lips, thinking.
“(Y/n), we live together, eat together, sleep in the same bed and you let me braid your hair each morning. A ring will not change things between us and only bring advantages and perks. Waht are you afraid of?”
“This... This is too much, I cannot play the perfect little wife awating her husband docilely in the house while dinner is cooking.”
You saw so many of your female colleagues losing their jobs to become stay-at-home wifes. You don’t want the same fate, you want the freedom of choice and liberty to follow your own way.
“(Y/n), it never crossed my mind. I would never demand you to abandon your career, you are indispensable in the Chimaera.”
“You do not know the pressure.” You say with a white voice, “When a ring suddenly appears on a woman’s finger... It is over for her.”
Apparently, it wasn’t like that under the former republic, but the Empire have very clear goals of expansion and was heavily favoring marriages and procreations, not hesitating to push women toward the door if it has to.
Something you ran from all your life.
“If you become my wife, no one will dare reproach you anything. You will be untouchable... And you will be free to do as you want.”
You look up to him to see his gaze so clear and assured. No lies come darkening his eyes. There is only a solid resolution.
“Trust me, ch’eo visot. I pondered it for a long time and this is the best for us.”
“You realize that once married they will push YOU to have an heir?” You remind him with a raised eyebrow. “They will not let a Grand Admiral go without producing an heir for their eugenic program, especially not you.”
“Then I will simply respond I am infertile.” He responds dead pan.
You consider him before exploding laughing. Lying to be infertile in such a cult of masculinity? Does he really realize what he is saying right now?
“Thrawn... You will not like any of the responses you will get with that rebuttal.”
“And they will not like the truth anyway.”
You sigh, calming down your laughter.
“Think about it, visot. Think of it as a way to take advantage of the system, nothing more.”
“We should be free to live without having to conform to stupid social constructs.” You regret.
He kisses your hand foundly.
“We must do with the circumstances, and right now to achieve my goal of protection marrying you is the soundest of a plan.”
“You always had crazy plans.” You smile tiredly.
“Then why are you so surprised by my proposition, ch’eo visot?” He grins back;
“You drive me absolutely crazy...” You exhale a chuckle.
“Then you will never be bored with me.”
You contemplate your cup, your hand still in his, pressed against his cheek lovingly. Marriage is such a stupid thing, but you too would like Thrawn to be protected in some way if you disappeared, just only to justify his mourning to other’s eyes if you died.
No one would begrudge and minimize a husband’s pain if his wife died...
“You will have to endure my parents.”
“Visot, I already endure them.” He dryly responds.
You snigger thinking back at their first meeting, how your parents pressured him to kiss you in front of them ‘as a proof of love’ and how clumsily he managed to prevent it.
“And a shiny ring would prevent any further unwanted male intention.” He adds.
“For you too, I suppose?” You grin.
He tilts his head.
“What do you mean?”
You huff, shaking your head. He has absolutely not fucking clue of all the hearts he ravages in his path? He is cold-blooded!
You look at him longly, detailing his face with fondness. It’s true spending your entire life with him sounds like a dream, with no drama, no kids, no sex, only relaxed and comfortable moments.
“What do you think? Can you envision the rest of your life with me?” He asks gently.
“Will you continue to bring me to art gallery dates and drown me under a sea of details at each piece?”
“Until the end!”
“Then... Yes.” You nod.
He kisses your palm.
“May propose again?”
You nod again, amused and touched.
He stands back up without letting go of your hand to get by your side and kneel once more, his rubies boring in your eyes.
“(Y/n), Ch’eo visot, will you marry me?”
You feel tears behind your eyes but you smile.
“Yes. I will Thrawn!” you nod enthusiastically.
He smiles with bright shining eyes and stands up, pulling you in his arms to hug you tight.
The aroace vibes were litteraly dripping of those books. I never got a character that was so clearly part of the team. He clearly had a distinctive... flare to him, but oh so specific. My aroace radar was going absolutely crazy like no other before. "This man gets it." was my only thought.
And then the books proceeds to give him absolutely no love interest whatsoever.
Like...
Even Tarkin had his little affairs with a trooper.
And Thrawn has no one, and he is fucking thriving.
No one can even dream to reach him, he needs no one outside of friends and is living his best life being single.
No character in the books can even pretend to be worthy of him. He carefully consider "Love" and "Sex" only to politely respond "Respectfully, no." and went on to be the greatest strategist of all time, totally unbothered.
Women? No
Men? No
Any potential love interest? Absolutely none.
Art? YES!
And that's trully beautiful...
I raise my glass to you handsome king 🥂You are the representation i did not expect but keep on giving!
