Phasma + “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.”
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You never remembered Starkiller being this cold. Even when you were assigned to patrol the outside of the base it never seemed to be this frigid. Of course it was only a temporary discomfort, given that this was a short intel mission. All you had to do was take the records from this rumored Resistance base back to the Supremacy and then you’d be home free.
The only thing making bear this mission and the conditions was your captain in charge. Phasma.
She had been your captain for what felt like years. There had been so many in charge of your squadron but none of them, at least in your opinion, measured up to Phasma. She was cunning, precise and otherwise cold blooded. Her work and technique were flawless. You didn’t just respect her, you admired her.
And now it found you behind her on this foreign terrain. Treading cautiously behind her with careful breaths and a tight grip on your blaster.
“Only a little further till we’re in range.”
You nodded in response, “Copy.”
Three steps were taken forward, your mind already going through the procedures you had to enact the moment you gained access. What you had to look for, what you should open, holos that you should crack the codes to first. Everything had an order and a reason.
Just as you were about to run through it once more, you froze. The sound of multiple footsteps suddenly brought you and Phasma to a halt. While you froze solid like a statue it seemed as though Phasma hit a snag abruptly.
Just as she was about to stand firm, mirroring your own posture, her chrome boot caught in something beneath the new snowy terrain. With your eyes widening, fully aware of the other presence that might hear her armor crash against the ground, you sprung forward. With a quick hand and firm grip you wrapped your hand around her armor, gripping tightly to the fold in her elbow. Given how heavy she was in the armor you weren’t certain you would stop her from creating a rather loud clanking noise, but it was worth the shot. If anything she would give you credit no matter the outcome.
To your relief your grip was just enough. With the slightest grunt of exertion escaping from her mask, her fully armored self stopped abruptly just inches from the ground as she braced herself and tugged on your grip of support. Almost instantly you sighed in relief.
After a quick moment Phasma nudged her helmet towards you, signaling that she wanted to stand. Or more so, get your assistance so no noise came from your otherwise concealed vantage point. You gave a nod back in response before using your strength to lift her back to her full height. Unfortunately due to the over exertion of your effort she did more than just stand to her full height.
Still linked to your arm, Phasma abruptly flew up to her full height and straight against your chest. Against any other judgment except keeping her off of the ground and keeping you both concealed you pulled your other arm around her. Had you not been trying to brace her weight against your own on a slippery snow scape it would likely look like you were embracing each other to any other passerby.
The air suddenly seemed to grow warm, or perhaps that was just you? You couldn’t quite tell. Frankly you were afraid to find out as well considering that your captain was staring directly at you mere inches away from your face, mask or not.
You stuttered, “I’m uh-I’m-”
Phasma’s gloved hand suddenly flew up between you as she placed one finger up, “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.“
Your brows furrowed for a moment, “You crave my affection?”
Your tone was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you had said it aloud. From Phasma’s next move though, you got your answer.
Without breaking eye contact with you she used her other hand to blast a shot up and at a 120 degree angle from the both of you. Just as you were about to question her motives you took quick notice of the Resistance fighters body plummeting down to the snow almost as quickly as the flakes from the sky.
“This is not really the place to discuss that.”
You nodded quickly as you broke away from her getting your blaster ready, “Agreed.”
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Phasma gritted her teeth as she dug her staff into the edge of the door’s panel. It would not be long before the compactor would start to press, reducing her to nothing before being immolated in what would seem to be the planet’s probable demise thanks to the impish Resistance….
No. If she was to be defeated, it would not be from the sidelines.
With all her might, she pried at the door, sparks bursting from the edge. Her hands buzzed beneath her gloves as she pushed harder, a cry of effort building in her throat. She couldn’t discern what was making her hands start to burn, but she paid it no mind.
Well, she paid it no mind until her muscles stiffened and spasmed, burning like hellfire.
She adjusted what she could of her stance and made quicker work of her prying, her shout turning from one of fortitude to one of pain as she made one last push to free herself.
Success won out, and the door slid open. She stumbled for a moment and staggered out, taking only a moment to drop to one knee and recover her breath.
She only waited a moment before standing again, before making her way forward.
She would not be deterred, be it by electrocution, burning, injury, or even death itself.
Can I request 7 and 38 for Phasma x f!Reader? Thank you for you time and have a nice day! :D
7. “I’ll keep you warm.”38. “All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
Thank you so much! I am a sucker for Phasma x fem!reader, and I wish there was more content for it! I’m glad you requested it.
I do have to note that I have not read the Phasma novel. I’m still trying to get my hands on a copy. That being said, this is very likely not canon Phasma. The way I’ve written her is very similar to how I wrote her in my “A Captain and a General” series, with a few slight changes to her personality that I’ve been able to figure out since then. If you liked my other series, you should like this.
Also! I received an anonymous request months ago for an angsty Phasma f!reader fic with this exact situation. I’ve been wanting to get to it for ages, and wanted to make it a multi-part fic, but this will have to do. I’m pretty pleased with it.
Again, thanks for requesting! Enjoy!!
No warnings, just more angst. Like 80% angst and 20% angsty fluff.
You knew it. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten attached. But what were you supposed to do? Not make friends? The whole point of the mission was to blend in, get intel, and get out. You’d done the first two parts well enough. Maybe too well. But now it was time for part three. Time for extraction.
You stuffed your comlink back into vent in the bathroom of your quarters, slamming the grate shut. General Organa’s words looped through your brain, clear as day, as if she was standing behind you.
“You’ve served the Resistance well, Y/N. Now it’s time to come home.”
Home. You shook your head trying to clear out your thoughts as you climbed back in bed. Home. You had never really thought of D'Qar as home. But it wasn’t bad. Surely warmer than Starkiller Base. You were convinced you’d feel the chill in your bones for the rest of your life, deep and biting.
You closed your eyes, willing yourself to fall asleep, but your mind was too busy. The general’s words sloshed around your head, swirling with thoughts of everything you had to do before you left tomorrow and remembering where the rendezvous point was. The thoughts and the cold sent shivers across your body, tense and aching. You’d never sleep like this.
You threw the thin covers off of your body decidedly, and pulled your boots on over your pajama pants, shrugged on your coat, and headed out the door.
The halls were empty. Rightly so; it was late. You hurried quickly down the halls. You’d memorized the route by now. You’d walked it at least a hundred times.
A few minutes later you were staring at a sleek metal door that looked like all the others. But this was her door.
You knocked lightly. Almost too lightly. You had barely heard it. She was probably asleep too; she’d have to be up in a few hours to maintain her tight schedule.
You were about to turn away when the door slid open, the noise echoing through the eerily empty corridor.
“Y/N.”
“Phasma.”
She ran a hand through her hair, not that hair like hers was ever out of place. No doubt she’d been asleep. She tried to blink away the evidence of that a few times. “What can I -”
“I couldn’t sleep,” you blurted out. “And I was cold.”
Phasma squinted at you and sighed. Her lips began to upturn just slightly at the corners. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you hadn’t memorized that scowl over the last few months.
She poked her head out into the hall, passing her body close to yours. You didn’t move. She stole a quick glance around, and, noticing no one, jerked her head towards her quarters. “Come in.” She allowed a smile to briefly cross her lips.
Anxious, you slipped past her quickly and headed for her bed. You took off your boots and coat before she even made it to her bedroom. The bed was still warm with her body heat where she’d been lying minutes ago.
The blankets were pulled up to your neck before she’d caught up with you. “Any room for me in there?”
Unspeaking, you rolled over to the far side of the bed and felt the mattress depress under Phasma’s weight behind you.
“This is certainly unexpected,” Phasma said in your ear as she curled up around you.
You closed your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself. You couldn’t let youd mind wander to tomorrow or the conversation you just had. “I, uh, just needed some company.”
“Is everything alright?” she asked. She pulled on your shoulder, coaxing you to roll over to face her.
You rolled over willingly, but snuggled into her neck to hide your face. “Yep.” Your voice sounded strained and forced, so you added, “It is now.”
You inhaled deeply. All the scents you took in were standard issue. But they were so undeniably Phasma. Even when you smelled them in your quarters, she always came to mind. As you exhaled, your breath fanned across the exposed area of her collarbone, and you leaned in and place a gentle kiss on the pale skin.
She hummed in content, but the noise was almost inquisitive. She gripped you tightly around your body and brought her other arm across to secure you there. “May I ask you something?”
You nodded against her.
She sighed heavily, lifting the parts of your body that were resting against her chest. You could hear her heartbeat quicken beneath the ear that was pressed against her skin. You hadn’t ever known Phasma to be flustered. Even during the more intimate encounters you’d had with her, you’d never seen so much as a dusting of blush on her cheeks.
“Are you-.” She stopped, swallowing. “Are you leaving me?”
Kriff.
You tensed up immediately and tried to sit up, but her grip around you only tightened.
Kriff. She’s going to kill me. She’s going to kill me and no one will know.
You opened your mouth but couldn’t articulate anything, neither the truth nor a lie.
“Please be honest with me.”
Phasma’s voice was even more pained now. She knew. She had to know. Even worse than her knowing would be her thinking that any of this wasn’t real, when everything you had felt for her had been anything but forced.
“Yes,” you managed to say.
“They’re calling you back, aren’t they?”
You pulled away quickly this time, before she could contain you. You moved away from her on the bed, but your back was up against the wall.
“Y/N, please.”
She sat up to reach out towards you, but you shuffled across the foot of the bed and hopped off before she could reach you.
You scooped up your boots and left your jacket, tripping over yourself to get to the door. You had to get out. Get back to your room. Get the comlink. Move up the extraction. You had to get out. You had to get out now.
The noises around you were muffled, far away. You think you heard your name, sharp and clipped and pleading. Your socked footsteps sounded so slow. The door seemed to far away.
A flash of white smeared your vision, and by the time you reached the door, Phasma was standing in front of it.
You dropped your boots and began to push against Phasma, landing soft punches on her muscular body. Within seconds, Phasma’s chilly, bony hands were clasped against your wrists, holding them in front of you.
“Y/N!”
You pulled against her hands, but you were no match for her. You barely moved in her grasp.
“Listen to me,” she commanded. Her bright eyes were pained, staring deeply into yours, as if she was trying to communicate in other ways. “You’re not in danger.”
There was a strangely calming effect to looking at Phasma. She was so brilliant. When in uniform, her armor shone brightly, commanding attention and admiration. Underneath, her skin and hair were bright as stars, her eyes like ice. It was half the reason you’d fallen - stupidly fallen - for her, for a First Order captain.
You clenched your jaw but relaxed your arms. Phasma didn’t let go. “You knew. That I’m…” You couldn’t finish. You couldn’t admit it. Part of you hoped she didn’t know, and you didn’t want to give it away yourself.
“That you’re a spy.” She nodded. “I’ve known. For a while.”
Your eyes fell to the ground. You couldn’t face her anymore. “Why?” you asked. You didn’t need to elaborate. She knew what you meant. Why am I still here? Why didn’t you turn me in? Why am I still alive?
She let go of your wrists, but you didn’t move away. Her hands felt like ice against your face as she cupped it in her grip. “All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
You raised your eyes to meet her cautiously. Warmth pricked beneath your eyelids. You knew if you blinked you’d release the tears that had built up there.
“You were happy with me, right?”
You nodded weakly, but found your words this time. “Am. I am happy with you.”
Phasma stared at you for a beat before slowly moving in to meet your lips with hers. Her tongue made its way past your lips, exploring and teasing like it had so many other times. But it all felt different now. When she pulled away, her teeth dragged across your bottom lip ravenously.
She rested her forehead against yours. “Let’s get some sleep, alright?”
Phasma guided you back to her bed, her hand on your lower back. You slid in and she climbed in behind you, and you curled up as you had been minutes ago, as if nothing had happened.
“How did you know?”
Phasma let out a short, clipped laugh, as if suddenly recalling a fond memory. “I saw you one morning, while I was heading to the hangar bay. I knew I had never seen you before; I would have remembered.” She paused, tugging you closer to her. “And I wanted to know who you were. So, I began to ask around.”
You winced. You hated how embarrassingly obvious the whole situation was. “Alright. I get it.”
“Oh, no,” Phasma laughed. “You have to suffer through the entire thing, just like I did.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing she couldn’t see you. “Fine.”
“I asked around. And no one seemed to be able to give me an answer. I began to search the databases for your file. I found one picture and a rank explanation. No background, no medical files. Even Hux couldn’t explain the insufficient information.”
You chuckled. “Hux.”
“See? You know by now. Fools, the lot of them.”
She paused, no doubt reminiscing.
“By the time I had figured it out for myself, a few days had already passed, and -”
“The training room showers,” you interrupted, recalling where you’d first laid eyes on Phasma.
“The training room showers,” she repeated in agreement. “You posed no threat to me, and I figured you’d be gone soon enough. That someone else would find you out. I clearly underestimated the capabilities of my superiors.”
“And here we are,” you whispered.
“Yes.” Her voice was seriously suddenly, jolting you back to reality. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow.” There was no use lying. Whether you told her or not, you’d be gone either way.
“I’ll miss you,” Phasma said. The softness of her words struck you.
You closed your eyes, and a warm tear slipped down your cheek and absorbed into her shirt. “I’ll miss you too.”
Phasma breathed a heavy, shaky breath and pulled you closer. Her breathing evened out shortly, syncing with yours, and within minutes, the two of you drifted off to sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, Phasma’s side of the bed was empty and cold. You didn’t linger.
You found your boots and coat neatly stacked by the door. There was something draped over your boots. The fabric was black and heavy, a thick red stripe alone one edge. A note was attached.
4 with Phasma (maybe she’s evil Shirley Temple for Halloween?)
7 for Phasma?
I got an idea for this so hopefully you enjoy it!
Modern AU Phasma + “What God-awful demon possessed you to wear that?” + “I hate costumes, just get me a shirt.”
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Hux sighed as his cuff rolled up his forearm, exposing his watch which he had now officially checked 6 times. Since walking out of his room he swore time was moving slower than it had the whole week prior. He, Kylo and Phasma were supposed to be going to a Halloween party and yet it seemed he was the only ready.
With a huff he exclaimed, “Would you two hurry up?!”
Phasma shouted back, “One minute!”
Crossing his arms over his chest Hux shifted his weight to one hip. How much longer was he going to have to wait? Certainly their costumes weren’t this intricate.
As if in response to his impatient tapping the two doors before him opened one after the other revealing his roommates. Once he got a proper look at them however he couldn’t help but take an extra moment to analyze Phasma’s choice of attire. Some type of baby doll like dress that stopped at her mid thighs and seemed to just wash her out with its off-white tone against her pale complexion. The tattered fabric also very clearly looked as though she had drug the poor thing from a swamp just hours ago and hung it up to dry. Trying to preserve what “baby doll” quality it had left before it looked more like the grudge. The shoes paired with ruffled socks also seemed incredibly out of character for her, out of place with the costume and only raised more questions for Hux. The first being what on earth made her choose this of all costumes.
“Phasma...”
“What?”
He could already hear the edge in her tone with how tightly she ended her sentence. Clearly she was not having a good time already.
“What God-awful demon possessed you to wear that?”
The look he received in response was enough to make his brows furrow. She looked agitated and uncomfortable which could only mean-
“Kylo.”
Kylo walked past the two with a roll of his eyes, “You’re welcome for the costume.”
Phasma scoffed, “Ren! What did I tell you when you left for the store?”
“Get me something decent.”
“Good lord, no! I said, very clearly, I hate costumes, just get me a shirt.”
Hux immediately started snickering with the slightest shake of his head. Of course Kylo would get someone into a situation like this. He was dense in more ways than one.
“That’s not what I heard.”
Hux chimed in, “As if you hear anything.”
“So to answer your question Tij, this idiot went to the party store to get himself a costume and instead of listening to me decided I needed this!”
Kylo shrugged, “It’s a horror costume, it shows off your legs, you could wear worse. Be grateful I didn’t choose the banana.”
“But Evil Shirley Temple?! Really Ren?! I could have just had a blasted t-shirt!”
Hux shook his head, “Well, well. I hope you’ve learned your lesson on sending Ren to do your errands.”
Phasma swiftly held up a finger in warning, “Watch yourself Hux.”
“Well...is that what you’re going to be wearing?”
With a sigh ringing of both annoyance and defeat Phasma shrugged, “I suppose. I don’t have another costume.”
“I will say, Ren could have picked worse. It does suit your height...and it is...horror.”
“Ugh, don’t defend his insolence.”
Kylo glared from the doorway as he stuffed his keys into his jean pockets. Turning to Hux, Phasma took one step closer.
“I suppose if I get drunk enough I won’t care what I’m wearing.”
Kylo smirked, “You know what’s probably going to get you lots of free drinks?”
