Got a homophobic comment on one of my other Thrawn/Pellaeon fics so you know what that means lads. Yep! I'll transfer this T/P series from my ao3 to my page here. Will probs upload the whole thing on the same day for y'all's enjoyment. If you do enjoy it, I'd love it if ya left a comment here or on my ao3 version of this fic! And if ya didn't love it, leave a comment anyway! The really dramatics ones always give me a laugh!
It had all started about a week ago, or rather, that was when Pellaeon first noticed the stares he received from his fellow officers. It hadn't been noticeable at first but eventually the raised eyebrows, knowing smirks, and occasional thumbs up became impossible to overlook – yet he didn't know what he had done to warrant such attention.
His confusion must have been obvious because someone eventually took some pity on him. He received a message from an encrypted address with only one video attachment and a message telling him to watch it.
So he had downloaded it and hit play, only to have his stomach drop down to his feet.
The video's quality left something to be desired, but it was still obvious that it was Thrawn and himself on the screen. They were on an empty balcony – located at some governor's party that they had been forced to go to about a standard month back. Pellaeon was leaned back against the railing with Thrawn standing in front of him, an arm on each side on him.
Their lips moved but nothing could be heard – Pellaeon didn't need to hear any of it to remember their back and forth flirtation. His stomach felt as if it were curling in knots as he realized where this was going, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Their lips met on the screen and Pellaeon felt his face turn red in embarrassment. It was bad enough that one person had infringed on what was meant to be a private moment, but his entire crew knowing that he and Thrawn skipped out on social obligations to make out in dark corners?
That was mortifying.
His comm beeped right as the video stopped and Pellaeon snatched it up. "Thrawn—"
"I've already seen it." He sounded annoyed even through the comm and Pellaeon winced.
"I've been wondering why I kept getting weird looks," he sighed, unable to acknowledge the video farther.
"Just know how lucky you are that you weren't on the bridge when you saw it because—" There was a pause, and Pellaeon heard the shuffle of fabric before Thrawn's voice returned with a hissed, "Because I can assure you that if one more person congratulates me I'm airlocking them."
Despite himself, Pellaeon chuckled. "I'm sorry."
The tired sigh he received in response only made him laugh harder.
"We'll have to address this. Apparently the video was sent out to the other ships."
"I'm not that worried about the crews, sir." The way his stomach still churned said otherwise, but he could put on a brave face for now. "It's the Moffs I'm more concerned with."
Thrawn groaned in annoyance. "Please don't bring them up right now – what?"
A voice could be heard speaking to Thrawn on the other end. Pellaeon strained to hear it but couldn't make out any of the words until Thrawn swore. "What happened?"
"It's public now. Billions of views. Congratulations Pellaeon, we're apparently famous."
"I suppose everyone had to find out sooner or later."
"I would have preferred later, Pellaeon."
"I know, Thrawn." Pellaeon shrugged and tried to think of something to say to soften this blow. "Try to look on the bright side."
"And what would that be?"
That was a good question. "We can make out like teenagers in public now?"
Silence met him and Pellaeon was about to apologize when Thrawn hummed. "True," he said, and he sounded much to thoughtful for Pellaeon's liking. "Very true."