Accidentally in Love (Admiral Thrawn)

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Prompt:
When (Y/N) is captured by the Empire, Grand Admiral Thrawn is responsible for her torture. Throughout this process, he can't decide if his life working for the Empire is the right path.

Requested by siriania

She/Her

1st POV
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"I'm telling you right now, no matter what you do to me, I won't tell you a damn thing about the Rebel plans!" I spat angrily while kicking out with all my strength at the two Stormtroopers who had iron grips on my arms, "You might as well just kill me now!"

"If it was up to us, we would kill you right now," the first Stormtrooper growled while knocking me on the side of the head with his gloved hand, "You seem to be more trouble than you're worth!"

I huffed and continued struggling. I almost wanted them to just go ahead and kill me now to get it all over with. The Empire was notorious for painful and prolonged tortures for the Rebellion scum they came across. I shuddered at the idea of the torture that awaited me— shock torture, refusal of food and water, bludgeoning. I was scared, I won't lie,
"Apparently I'm important enough to Grand Admiral Thrawn to keep alive," I grumbled back to the first Stormtrooper, who was now keeping quiet after he received a glare from his comrade, "If I was just some nobody, your boss wouldn't give a damn. Since he does care, you should treat me with more respect."

"If you just shut up, you'll be treated with as much respect as we can muster," the talkative Stormtrooper claimed while pushing me roughly in the shoulder, "And I'm sure the Grand Admiral won't mind if you're a little bruised by the time you reach the prisoner level."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was no use. Stormtroopers, no matter which branch of the Empire they're working for, are always assholes. They always believe they're the most impressive people in the room just because they work under the most powerful people in the galaxy. What they need to realize is the Empire doesn't care about them, and they're completely expendable.
The two Stormtroopers guided me to an elevator, which obviously would take me down to the prisoner level. It was rare for anyone of higher ranking to deal with prisoners, but I am a rare case. Lord Vader and the Emperor want me dead right after I spill my guts of the plans, and Admiral Thrawn is in charge of this.

They lead me down a dark and dank corridor. It smelled like water rot and mould, which made bile rise to my throat. The threat of vomiting was very, very real. It seems like the Stormtroopers noticed this, because their laughs erupted through the silence. I cursed inwardly at my weakness to smells,
"This might be easier than anticipated," the talkative Stormtrooper stated to his friend, "I don't think Admiral Thrawn will have any trouble at all."

"Good thing," his companion said, "Because when things don't go the Admiral's way, he tends to get very annoyed, and when he gets annoyed, it's not good for anyone."

I still refused to exhibit any fear. The Empire never frightened me before, and it most definitely wouldn't frighten me now... at least not visibly. Inside, my body was entering shut down mode as it realized I probably wouldn't make it out of this alive.
The Stormtroopers dragged me along the walls in the prisoners quarters. Once they found my designated room, the aggressively dragged me in. I couldn't help but wince as their hands dug into my skin; drawing blood.

There was a chair hanging diagonally along the floor. It was obviously a seat that could shift its height and position based on how the torturer wanted someone to feel the pain. Great... Thrawn has full reign.
The Stormtroopers clasped my arms and legs to the chair; shaking them to make sure they were tight and uncomfortable, "Enjoy yourself, Twi'lek scum."

The Stormtroopers left the room; chuckling amongst themselves at the idea that I was about to go through a world of pain. I'm sure they're great at parties. The silence was the worst part. I could hear my heart beating in my chest; it changing paces from super fast as I got struck with anxiety, and then slowing down against once it passed. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since those Stormtroopers left me here. There were no windows in the room— it felt like hours upon hours.

It took so long for the Admiral to get here that my anxiety managed to deplete fully, and I was able to drift off into a sleep. It wasn't a comfortable sleep considering how I was plastered to this torture chair, which was causing intense cramps in my arms and legs, but considering the situation, it wasn't bad.

I was awoken, who knows how much later, by a jolt of electricity.
The pain was intense; the lightning coursing through my veins. Every place in my body reacted to this, and it was legitimately the worst pain I have felt in my life.

Opening my eyes, the world appeared blurry and dark. However, one thing I could make out was a bluish figure in front of me, and that made my stomach drop. Grand Admiral Thrawn.
"Took you long enough," I huffed out as my muscles began to relentlessly twitch due to the voltage that was just thrusted through them, "What took so long?"

"Don't worry, Rebel, the wait will be worth it," he said as my vision began to clear up. Yet, with the fixing of my vision, anxiety began to overcome me. Various sharp and blunt tools sat at the Chiss' disposal, and he was willing to use all of them on me just to get the information that the Empire needs.
He grabbed a scalpel and presented it to me in a very ominous fashion, "I just have a few questions for you."

"Ask away, blue dude," I said, trying to hide my fear, "Only thing you're gonna get is annoyed because you won't get any answers you're looking for. No matter how sharp your instruments are, I will simply ask back with a question of my own."

Thrawn's brows rose in amusement and smirked, "Do you have any idea why the Emperor assigned me to be your personal torturer? I never get my hands dirty, and frankly, I have more important things to deal with."

"I assume I'm too important to just let some Officer handle," I answered back, immediately breaking my promise to not answer any of his questions. Luckily, it was a stupid question that wouldn't give up any of the Rebellion's secrets, but still.

The Chiss shrugged, "Kind of. It's more of the fact that there is not one prisoner I couldn't crack and get the information needed for the Empire. So start praying, (Y/N), because you're going to be no different, I promise."

I already knew that was why, honestly, but to hear it out loud made me want to puke. I felt like if I spoke, I would be letting everyone I have ever loved down, and I would be putting them all in danger. If I spoke even a single word about where the Rebel's base is, who our leaders are, or our plans in general, everyone would die.
General Leia Organa had told me the power of the Death Star... she told me what it had done to her home planet of Alderaan. If I spoke of where the Rebel base was, the Empire could blow up the entire planet, with all of my friends on it!

"Why did you join the Empire?" I asked before I could stop myself, "I understand maybe politically you aligned better with the Empire than the Republic, but is this what you wanted to do with your time? Torture people?"

Thrawn shrugged against, the blade still stayed in his hand, "It definitely was politics, but this isn't really about me, (Y/N). I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions."

"Frankly, I'm stronger than my buddies who have been cracked by you. No matter what you ask, I will always throw a different question your way," I paused and bit my cracked lip, "So, why did you join the Empire?"

There was something off about the Grand Admiral for sure. The Thrawn I knew from legends and exchange of words would've cut my tongue out by now, and told the Emperor I was a waste of time. But, this Thrawn was showing mercy and humouring me for a bit. Was he himself having some doubts about the Empire considering the Rebels were beginning to win some very important battles? Or was it something different completely,

"I joined the Empire for riches and respect," he answered honestly, "If you take a look at all of the Empire's highest ranks, they're all humanistic. Nabooians, Tatooinians... you get the point. By proving that a Chiss could be great too— hell, one of the best in the entire Empire, then maybe people would start looking at my species in a different light. Racism is in this galaxy too, (Y/N)."

I nodded, understanding immediately what he meant. I myself am a Twi'lek, so I have experienced the loss of my family on Ryloth. But, the ironic thing, is the majority of the time when my people were getting taken away and getting thrown into slavery, it was either the Separatists during the Clone Wars, or the Empire in present time, "Do you have any idea what the Empire has done to my people?"

The Chiss sat back and shrugged, "Ryloth is out of my personal jurisdiction. Grand Moff Tarkin is in charge of political, planet duties."

"Well, Grand Moff Tarkin has personally destroyed families. He sold my parents off into labour and slavery, as he did with my friends and extended family," taking a deep breath, I continued, "If you joined the Empire to escape racism and oppression, you joined the wrong team, Grand Admiral."

Thrawn was silently for a little while. I could practically see the gears shifting in his head as he tried to contemplate and understand everything being told to him, "Tarkin told me he was only using Ryloth for its resources, like crystals and oil."

"He's a liar, Thrawn," I replied heartlessly, "I watched Twi'lek children getting slaughtered and left for dead; old people getting starved on purpose while your Stormtroopers just laugh."

The Grand Admiral clenched his fists, and did something I didn't expect. He quickly undid the bindings on my legs and wrists, and grabbed my hand to pull me out of the awkwardly-positioned seat,
"We are leaving then."

What? We're leaving? Emphasis on 'we?'
"What do you mean?" I asked as he started binding my hands behind my back, "What are you doing?"

"I am binding you to look like you're just being moved across the Star Destroyer, but in reality, I am putting both of us in an escape pod, and we are leaving. I will never respect or work for an Empire again that allows such torturous and evil acts on the people we swore to protect."

My heart swelled at that. With Thrawn joining the Rebels, we would functionally become unstoppable. Being one of the twelve Grand Admirals of the Empire, Thrawn had a lot of secrets up his sleeves for the Rebellion to use.
The Chiss and I made our way down the hallway. It was a full-proof plan honestly— no one dared to even look at Thrawn. No one would question what him and a Twi'lek prisoner were doing on the move on his own Star Destroyer.

We made it to the escape pods, and Thrawn looked at the Stormtroopers that were lingering, "This is a command from your Grand Admiral: leave us, and do not return for an hours time."

The dumb troopers didn't even question it. They left without another word, and it was just me and the Grand Admiral... well, I guess Thrawn technically isn't a Grand Admiral anymore because he is leaving the Empire,
"What now?" I asked as Thrawn undid my second pair of cuffs and tapped some buttons on the escape pod.

"We are going to go down to Dantooine, which is right below us," he answered as we both squeezed into the pod, "You will call your Rebel friends to assist us... and we will just go on from there. I don't like improvisations, but we don't have a choice. This whole charade is improvisation."

And, we did just that. As the escape pod blew away from the Star Destroyer, I couldn't help but press a kiss to Thrawn's cheek,
"Thank you. You're doing a very brave thing for both your species and mine. I don't know how to thank you."

Thrawn's skin turned a light purple as a blush set in, but he cleared his throat and mustered up a small smile, "Don't worry about it. You opened my eyes to what my faction was doing to the galaxy. I should be the one thanking you."

Then, in a form of thanks, Thrawn grabbed the sides of my face and squished his lips against mine. It was perfect. I could literally feel his desperation and thanks seeping through his kiss, and that enough was what I needed to know this wasn't some trick to find the Rebel base: Thrawn is being legit... and he's kissing me!

Separating our kiss, I picked him once more before turning to the window, "It'll be a while before the Rebels get to Dantooine, so we better get comfortable while we wait."

"I'm already comfortable," Thrawn rebutted while pressing a kiss to my forehead, "And I wouldn't rather wait with anyone else besides you."

January 25th, 2023


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