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[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Fine...

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update I just didn't really have the motivation also I usually don't proofread my work so I do apologize. Also I wanted to update as quick as I can while making this so its a bit smaller then I would've preferred but ill try to make a longer part next time! Also thank you Max for the tips!

"Come in." Weems said from the other side of the doors. Oh how her voice was so raspy and soft. It's like whenever she talks her words are coated in love spider webs.

I step into her office, mentally preparing myself to see her. Once i'm in her office I instantly see her red plump lips that look so inviting. I quickly shake my head slightly to get out of my trance.

"Im here for our art lesson." I said with my stoic expression, my voice sounding like a hundred freshly made blades.

"Ah yes Miss Addams, I apologize I lost track of time." She said apologetically. Which I stared at her. The air in the room wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. She then decided to interrupt the silence.

"Follow me to the art studio then, this is where we will meet up instead of you coming to my office just like today." She smiled while standing up and walking around her desk.

She opened the door for me, I then step out of her office and wait for her to lead the way. When she was walking on her way to walk in front of me our hand's gently grazed each other. Making me feel spiders crawl in my stomach.

"Here we go Miss Addams." She smiled sweetly while opening a door. Inside there were a bunch of blank canvases, art supplies, etc. Basically any art supplies that some artist wished to have is right here in this very room.

I scan the room to see two canvases set up for the both of us and two stools. I look back at her to see her smiling at me with that soft smile that could make even an Addams's heart melt.

"Lets begin Miss Addams." She smiled, gesturing towards the stools. I stay quiet and go sit on one of the stools. She then goes to occupy the other one.

"Now Miss Addams what do you already know about art?" She asks me. I look at her, thinking if I should answer her or not. Eventually I decided to.

"About how to make art or what is art?" I asked in my icy cold tone. I see her a shiver a bit from that tone making my lips twitch in a small smirk. I quickly turn away, hoping she didn't see it.

"Well I suppose I should be more specific, what is art Miss Addams?" She said while clearing her throat. I see her starting to take off her gloves to reveal her soft porcelain skin.

Seeing her pale skin makes me shiver, but of course my skin was paler. "Art is a way of communicating with your thoughts and feelings, but thats the deeper meaning. Art is an object that is expressed with skill and imagination." I said while getting some acrylic paint out.

Weems just looks at me with a soft smile. "You think outside the box Miss Addams." She compliments. "Your first assignment is to paint what you have on your mind right now. Now this may take a couple of sessions to complete but do not rush."

I then think for a moment, I then look around the room. My eyes then look at her. In that moment I then decided what I was gonna paint.

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The next day I was roaming the halls when Enid came up to me.

"Bell! The Poe Cup is soon and I was wondering if you could join us? Wednesday said she'll go if you go so please say yes!" Enid squealed. Shaking my shoulders making my tempted to cut off her fingers and stack them right in front of her.

"Ill think about it now please don't ever touch me again." I said before pushing her away. Not too hard but not to soft either.

I then walk to the quad, up from above I see Weems with her binoculars looking down at all the students. Our eyes then lock making her put her binoculars down and smile at me. Making a bowl of spiders crawl in my stomach. Which was definitely a feeling I was unaware of. I then turn away, walking to the art room since it was my free period and deciding to work on my painting for a while.

I peeked back a bit to see Weems with a sad expression before going back into her office.

I walked into the art room and looked over at Weems's painting. It seemed like a painting of black rose. My favorite rose...

"Lets play 21 questions hm? I think its only right since we will be giving these paintings to each other." Weems smiled at me. I just nodded.

"You will got first Weems." I said flatly while giving her my usual glare. She just nodded before thinking for a bit.

"Why did you decide to come to Nevermore?" She asked me after a few minutes. I think about my answer for a bit.

"Because I was in a boarding school in France before. I was there for a few years and I decided I wanted a change of scenery and Wednesday has expressed how much she wanted me to come back through our letters to each other." I said while starting to paint the background. Some clouds with hues of pale yellow.

"A boarding school in France? Wednesday told you she missed you?" Weems said, firing questions at me.

"Wednesday and I are very close. We always did everything with each other and for the question about me going to France for school. I needed to get away from mother and father. They were too affectionate and over-protective." I said while creating soft stroked on my canvas. I look over to see Weems with a bit of a sad look.

"Too affectionate?" She said in a bit of a sad tone which she tried to hide but I caught on right away.

"Yes too affectionate, they would smother me in hugs and kisses and always made sure to know where I was going." I said a bit softer then usual.

She just nodded which I thought was a bit strange but I brushed it off. I then started to think of what I should ask her.

"Do you think angels are good?" I asked. She looked at me perplexed since this was a strange question for me to ask her. She then thought for a bit.

"I do believe angels are good Miss Addams. They are supernatural beings that have many tales about their good deeds and what they have done for humans in the past." She said. I then see her finally starting to pain.

"Yes but only of their good deeds, they must have committed something down right sinful at least once." I said while starting to paint some golden gates. The gate ways to heaven hell. As I believed she was sent from heaven hell.

"What's your favorite flower Miss Addams?" She asked with a smile.

"A black rose." I said with ease. One of the easiest questions that could she could ask from me.

"It represents elegance and mystery." I said while glancing over at her. I see her get out black, grey, and white paint. I then quickly assume she will be painting my flower which made the corner of my lips turn up a bit before I shook that odd pleasant feeling down.

I then quickly return back to the present. Though I felt a strange feeling when I realized she was painting my favorite flower.Even though I already knew that it still made spiders crawl in my stomach. Basking myself in joy despair.

I then hear Enid calling my name which me roll my eyes. I then hear her open the door to the art room to see me which made her grin widely.

"Bella! Can you participate in the Poe Cup this year please?" Enid asked with puppy eyes which didn't prove effective on me.

"No." I stated plainly before going back to painting.

"Please Bella? I know I already asked today but please??" She pouted which made me roll my eyes before sighing.

"Fine." I said, finally relenting to join this silly event.

"Really?" Enid said happily, about to go in for a hug before I glared at her. Signaling to not do that.

"Oh Principal Weems will be so happy that you'll join! I told her how I wanted you to join the team today and she hoped that you would join and you did! I have to go thank her!" Enid smiled excitedly.

"Oh and we'll build the boat this week!" Enid smiled before walking out.

I sighed, already regretting my decision to join the Poe Cup. But I then thought about how Weems would be happy to see me play which made it kind of worth it.

I snap out of my daze, looking back at my painting of an angel. As I saw Larissa Weems as an angel. I mentally conflicted with myself if I should use Weems's face but decided against it since it would seem weird. I decided to put a mask on the angel. The identity hidden.

I then feel something crawl on my shoulder to see Thing. I glare at Thing, mentally saying to get off my shoulder.

Thing decided to stay on my shoulder which irritates me.

"What do you need Thing?" I asked while starting to paint the mask of the angel. Thing quickly starts doing signals which makes me look at him.

"You want me to help Enid build the boat?" I said asking him. Which makes him sign a yes. I sigh, looking back at my painting before starting to clean up.

"I suppose." I said setting Thing down on the floor. Thing then starts to lead the way to where our team was building the boat.

In the distance I see the blonde werewolf and my sister. I get closer and seem them both trying to paint a black cat which makes me sigh. I then decide to paint the other side.

"Leave the painting to me you fools." I said starting to paint. Enid looks surprised that I was helping out since Wednesday probably told her I wouldn't. It seems that Wednesday was surprised to. I just glare at them making them both quickly go back to painting the other side.

"Thing tie my hair up." I ordered which makes him do so obediently. He ties my hair making my raven hair into a ponytail. My hair shining a deep purple in the sun.

After about an hour of painting I am halfway done with my side. I look over to see the two gone. I then feel three sets of eyes looking at me. I turn around to see Enid and Wednesday looking at me paint. But there were only two people behind me. I drag my eyes around my vicinity to see no one us but us three. Weird...

I decide to ignore it and go back to painting my cat for our team.

After about another hour I finish my painting, going back a few steps to marvel at my work. I see Enid come closer, inspecting it before turning to me and smiling.

"Oh Bella it looks amazing! Thank you!" She said happily, about to go in for a hug which makes me step back immediately. Like second nature.

I see Wednesday right next to me, shoulder to shoulder. I see Enid looking at us excitedly before pulling out her brain sucking device.

"We should take a picture and make memories!" She said excitedly before snapping a picture of me and Wednesday making me a bit mad but I suppose it was okay. Just one photo...

After Enid took our photo I demanded to see it. Conflicting with myself if I could delete it or not. I take the phone and look at the picture. Me and Wednesday standing shoulder to shoulder, Enid in the corner of the picture. A failed part on hers of trying to include herself in the selfie. I then examine the photo.

But in the background I see a shadow...A shadow of a large figure. The tree right next to the shadow has three claw marks...

I then look back to see the shadow gone but the marks still there...

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[imtheindiekid]

Was watching SNL the other day and thought about it.

[sithlordsae]

imagine a captian phasma animated show... it would look like this

[sweettee18]

Star Wars imagines.

Sorry guys, no smuts.

Imagine your adopted daughter, Henrietta, throwing DJ under the bus after selling you, Finn, Rose to the First Order. And she managed to get Hux to let you all escape.🤣

You were all just captured by the First Order, thanks to DJ for selling you guys out. At this moment you were beyond pissed, you were furious that you can almost see your blood underneath your skin boil as DJ walks away to his shuttle with the payment that Captain Phasma had given him.

But, as fate would have it, your adopted daughter, Henrietta, who was no more than seven years old, looked up at you, and let’s just say, I guess you didn’t teach her how to use her inside voice from time to time. But you may be glad that she said it loud enough for everyone in the hanger of the Finalizer to hear her echoes and that it has saved not only you, but Finn and Roses’ lives.

She says, “Isn’t DJ going to turn that redheaded man over to the Resistance after selling us out?”

Almost immediately, all eyes and heads turn to you and Henriettas’ direction, including Finn and Rose. “ What was that she just said?”Asked Finn after hearing what Henrietta said. “I think she just threw DJ under the bus.” Rose managed to whisper to Finn.

General Hux, who was standing at least 20 feet away from where you both were standing, looked over to one of his storm troopers, and ordered him, “Bring me the little one.” 

The storm trooper did as he was told, and surprisingly, he did not grab her by the arm, or by the wrist, but by her hand. The storm trooper placed Henrietta before Hux and left to join the rest of the troopers. Henrietta began to shake, and she looked over at her mother, being very scared of what he might do to her.

The general began to walk toward her and got down to her level, with his hands behind his back, and he asked her,“What is your name, young lady?”

“Henrietta.” She says, with her voice still a bit shaken.

General Hux lifted his eyebrows as he replied to her, “That is a beautiful name for a small girl like you. Do you know who I am?”

Henrietta nodded her head and replied, this time, her voice was more steady. “Your name is General Hux of the First Order.”

“Very good, someone has taught you very well of who to identify.”

Henrietta looked at you with a frightened look, and you gave her a nod. Hux gently grabs your daughters face and turns her back in his direction. He continued, “Would you care to repeat what you just said earlier about me being handed over to the Resistance?” She took a deep breath and says it again.

“ DJ said he was going to hand over to the Resistance after selling us out to the First Order.”

Almost immediately everybody, including Phasma, started looking at each other, and then they turn back to DJ, who try to run, but luckily, some storm troopers blocked his way. At this point, you were thinking, “I think DJ just got canned.”

The general look at Henrietta, with his eyes completely wide with rage. He stood up to his respective height and signaled the same storm trooper to have Henrietta returned back to her mother. Even from far away, everyone saw that Huxs’ face went from pale snow white, to tomato red, almost as if to match the color of his ginger hair.

Immediately, the general snaps his fingers and pointed out to have DJ be brought over to him and take back the payment that he was given.

DJ began to stutter, trying to find an excuse,“I-I-I don’t know w-what she’s talking about. She must’ve misunderstood. You know kids these days, they hear things that may be made up in their mind”

That comment made you really mad. But you couldn’t do anything about it because you, along with the rest of your friends and your daughter were handcuffed. Before you could say a word, Hux balled up his fist, and it made a connection to DJs face. BAM!!

Finn and Rose, never thought Hux could punch so hard that it almost knocked DJ off of his feet. But the storm troopers were holding him., “Take this filth into confinement.”Hux manage to say through his gritted teeth. 

As DJ was being dragged down the hall to his new residence on the Finalizer, he turned back to Henrietta and walk toward you and Henrietta. You clutched your daughter very tightly, hoping that he wouldn’t try to snatch her up. But instead, he looked at you and said, “You must be her mother.”

“Adoptive mother.”Hux was taken aback when you said this. Again, he speaks, “Well, it seems that she is in good hands. You have a brave little girl here. You should be very proud of her.”

“As a matter of fact, I am very proud of her.” You reply back to Hux as he gets back down to your daughters’ level. “Since you’re the one who had exposed DJ for his deception, and his true intentions, whatever it is that you want, young lady, I will see to it that it will be granted.” 

Henrietta looked at Hux, they looked back at you. Then she looked back at Hux again, and she says, with most confidence in her voice, “I don’t want any money, no luxuries and no toys. I just want me,my friends and my mother to leave this place, never to be seen or heard from again.”

Hux was taken aback at Henrietta’s request. He looked back at Finn with disgust, but he looked back at Henrietta, he then closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said to the storm troopers who were holding Finn and Rose hostage,“Release them.”

They did not hesitate to do what they were told. As soon as the handcuffs fell off their wrists, they made their way the hallway where they came in followed by you and Henrietta.

Captain Phasma walked over to Hux I asked, “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

Hux turned to her with the most evil smirk on his face. “I do believe I know what I just did, but they don’t have to know about it.” Behind her helmet she too, was smirking. 

The group make it to another shuttle, and made their way back to the resistance on Crait. Where Leia, who happened to be the godmother to Henrietta, was waiting for them as everyone was preparing to battle the First Order 

Thank you for reading this. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

[miscellaneousjo]

Phasma would totally say that, tho.

Phasma voice

you dumb bitch

[daydream-cement]

Suits and Hallways (NSFW)

Captain Phasma x Reader

Phasma notices you staring.

First weekend in Smutember with @alexusonfire! The first week prompt is formal wear!

When you were invited to attend the officer gala, you hadn’t been expecting to be put in such a position as this. With your pressed against the cold metal wall, you felt your dress being shifted upwards around your hips. 

You had on your formal dress, putting your best foot forward to make an impression on your higher ups. You thought you had done so when Phasma approached you. Moments ago you had been summoned to the deserted hallway by your captain, and with a viscous degree of roughness, Phasma had you up against the wall. 

“Your eyes have been wandering far too much. You are beyond obvious with those disgusting thoughts of yours.” Phasma hissed, her hands working into the waistband of your underwear. It was unceremonious - the way the captain pushed her fingers between your folds and felt her way to your clit.

“Wet already? 

You could only whimper. This felt so wrong. This was so unbecoming of a person of your status in the Empire. But you gave yourself over entirely, unable to say no to the alluring and handsome captain. This evening, she had been wearing a formal captain’s uniform that made your mouth water. The jacket fit her muscular shoulders perfectly and her pants were cut tight enough that nothing was left to the imagination. Your gaze must have caught her attention.

“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Phasma whispered, pressing the pads of her index and middle finger against your clit to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure of Phasma’s hand against the side of your head only seemed to increase as the degradation continued.

Phasma growled once more, her body weight fully pushed against you. Her voice was low and guttural, almost as if she were angry with you. In reality, it was all just a way to make sure she held dominance over you. “Do you like this? Do you like being treated like a stupid little slut?”

You remained silent, but this was clearly not the response the captain wanted. She pushed your face against the metal harder and the intensity of it all made tears prick in your eyes.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like being treated like a- a stupid little slut…”

“That’s what I thought.”

The grip on your face loosened slightly as her fingers went back to work, circling your soaked clit with increased fervor. Her breath was hot in your ear as she panted slightly. If you could have see. her face, you would have seen the mild look of enjoyment plastered across her lips and brow.

The captain’s fingers worked their way back towards your slick heat and you gasped quietly as she wedged her fingers into your cunt. She offered you no time to adjust to her lengthy digits when she began pumping them in and out at a building pace. 

Your little moans became more and more frequent. In spite of this, you attempted stifling them by clenching your teeth. When this failed, you drew a hand to your mouth and clamped your hand over it. 

Phasma disapproved of this action and made her dissatisfaction known by releasing your head from her grasp and wrenching both of your hands behind your back. She held your wrists in a vice grip and began slowing her movements in your underwear, teasing you to the point you felt as if you could explode. 

“P-please…” You begged Phasma, but she wasn’t interested in your pleas. 

“You think you have the right to ask me for anything?” Phasma scoffed as her fingers left your cunt to wad the fabric of your underwear around her fist. There was the sound of seams popping and the discomforting pain that was Phasma ripping the fabric off your body. “Fucktoys don’t get a say.”

At the feeling of the cold night air against your pussy, you felt terribly exposed. Anyone could walk from the gala at any second and watch you being dominated by your captain.

Her fingers dove back into your cunt, pushing their way into your fluttering hole. The pleasure of being filled again had you doubling over - your forehead pressed to the cold metal wall while your hands were still ratcheted behind your back. Phasma began pounding your cunt with her fingers - the removal of your underwear was her way of removing the barrier that kept her from doing so earlier.

Your cheeks turned red when you thought you heard the slap of her hand against your cunt echoing through the empty hall. You were praying no one would find you, but first and foremost, you needed to cum.

“How long have you been wanting me to do this? Have you been watching me in the locker room? Or do you just fantasize about what’s under the armor? Is that why you can’t control yourself now?” From Phasma’s tone, one could tell she was smirking. She was so satisfied with herself for making another of her subordinates crumble. 

“Y-you look so good in your suit…” You sob, unable to be dishonest about what drove you to stare.

“I know.”

The captain’s confidence was unbelievably sexy. 

Suddenly, and without warning, you came hard, a strangled cry jumping from your throat. But Phasma wasn’t stopping there. Her rapid fingering continued, only now she released your arms and added her other hand to the mix. With her opposite hand, she began rubbing at your clit and you felt yourself losing all control. 

“Silly little slut. What if the other lieutenants saw you like this? How would you feel?”

The captain was obviously trying to get a rise out of you, combining shame with your growing desire. 

The skill held in her fingers made you dizzy. You knew if you ever had the chance to spend the night with her, Phasma would show you pleasures far beyond pushing you against a wall and fucking you silly. 

As Phasma worked you towards another orgasm, a round of applause echoed from inside the gala hall. As much as you should have considered the possibility of someone exiting into the hall at any moment, you were far too focused on being pushed over the edge. 

You finally came from Phasma slamming her fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. Before you could process the blinding orgasm, Phasma growled, her hand squeezing your jaw into submission. “Open your mouth…”

You opened your mouth the rest of the way and quickly realized Phasma intended on spitting in your mouth. You allowed it to happen, regardless. At this point, your only goal was appeasing her to hopefully make this occurrence happen again.

“Now get back to your quarters and clean yourself up.” Phasma pushed your face away from hers, and swatted you firmly on the ass, sending you on your way.

“Y-yes, captain.” You mutter, sending your gaze to the floor. Quickly, you began down the hallway - your face growing redder and redder as the realization of what just occurred hit you. 

Before you could round the corner, you glanced back at Phasma, unable to help yourself. Your breath caught as you watched her push your discarded underwear into her pocket. You tore your gaze away and hurried down the hallway - face bright red as you attempted to comprehend what just happened.

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[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Wednesday (TV 2022)Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Rape/Non-Con  Relationships: Larissa Weems/Captain Phasma, Phasma/Larissa Weems  Characters: Larissa Weems, Phasma (Star Wars)  Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover Pairings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Abuse of Authority, Police, phasma is a policewoman, larissa is an entitled rich lady who parks her fancy car wherever she wants, if anybody cares it's cadillac escalade bc i love that fucking car, Bribery, Blackmail, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Porn With Some Plot lol, overall bad porno vibes, Porn, Car Sex, Dildos, lipstick stains, porn features a Very Important Addition which is, chrome dildo, to reference phasma's armour, no don't ask me how a chrome dildo would work this is my emotional support porn shoo shoo, Strap-Ons, Face-Fucking, Face Slapping, Daddy Kink, degradation kink, Humiliation, Vaginal Penetration, Manhandling, Handcuffs, Police Uniforms, Butch/Femme, Butch Phasma, technically i guess this is self-cest bc they're both gwendoline christie characters lol, so uh, Self-cest, i guess, but i imagined them to like, have different faces, and being very distinct and different characters even if they have some similarities, Such as height, but you can imagine whatever floats your boat! 

Summary: 

Larissa doesn't want to get her license suspended, and Phasma wants to fuck a pretty woman with her chrome dildo. They come to an arrangement.

[cowboycatreign]

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE

Flesh and bones (Captain Phasma x Reader)

Request: Can you write Phasma being vulnerable or sympathetic? I’m outraged at how Lucasfilm treated her and it would be nice to see some fic humanizing her a bit. By @thatfantasylovingdork

Words: 1,875

A/N: This took me longer than I thought, sorry darling. It was a bit hard to write her just from the films, I had to read a lot to be sure this was kinda accurate and oh boy I fell more in love with her. Hope you like it, thanks for requesting!💕

There were screams down the hall. Barely audible screams that sounded anything but happy and became louder as you walked with the small blaster in your hand, you cursed not having a bigger weapon but you didn’t need it, troopers were supposed to protect you, a commander, yet they were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds came from a garbage compactor and confused you even more, why would there be someone inside a trash compactor? and if so who was it? Perhaps a young cadet victim of a cruel prank from their comrades. Whoever it was seemed to be in a very need of a hand, frustratedly grunting and groaning as a bunch of curses echoed through the place.

“Hold on there, cadet.” you said typing the code to open the magnetically sealed door, the hatch opened fastly after you placed the last number and you hurried to find out who was inside and for your surprise it was someone you never expected. “Captain Phasma” you greeted.

“Don’t ask.” she warned stepping carefully out the room filled with industrial waste, moving some big metal pieces out of her way.

“Are you alright, Sir?” you asked offering her a hand but she ignored it.

“I didn’t need your help!” she growled when she was back on her feet on the hall with you, her voice rumbled very angry through her chromium helmet.

“Was I supposed to leave you in there then?” you huffed.

“Maybe.” she told you “It was not of your business, Commander.”

“Why were you screaming then? You expected me to let you crushed to death by the compactor?” you questioned her “I very much doubt your armor would have withstood that, Captain” you told her which clearly didn't made her happy as she leaned her tall imposing figure closer to you.

“Listen carefully, Commander. I’ve survived worse things than this and I didn’t need…” there was a big explosion that shook the whole place. The lights flashed for a moment before the emergency alarm started to sound all around the place.

“That came from Precinct 47” you murmured looking in the direction the sound came from. “This is bad”

“You think?” she mocked already making her way through the glossy halls of the base. You followed her closely as all the base seemed to start crashing. Phasma was heading to the nearest hangar, you remembered every turn on every hall of this big place and by the sound of the explosion that specific hangar must be gone, the only chance you both had to escape the collapsing planet was outside.

“Captain, this way, we have to cross the forest and get in a ship now!” you told her but she kept moving towards the hangar. “Captain!” you yelled and she turned fastly walking close to you.

“Why would I trust you?” she said. You had worked with this woman from a really long time now she should've trusted you after all those years but you knew she didn’t even trusted her own soldiers and it annoyed you sometimes.

“Fine.” you told her “Go on then, but you’ll only find ashes in that direction.” you kept your voice control and serious as you talked looking up to her. “Or you can follow me and live. Your choice, Phasma.” you told her. You waited for a moment and then you continued your escape with the sound of her heavy boots behind you.

Things outside weren’t much better than inside the base, a few X-wings were chased by TIE-fighters as the cannons in earth tried to stop them without much success. You rushed to the woods, the thick layer of snow making it not really easy to run, by the corner of your eyes you caught the light shining on Phasma's silver armor, you were surprised she was still following you.

“Wait!” she told you stopping you with her hand just before the ground cracked in front of you as the planet trembled beneath your feet. You looked at her and gave her a little thankful nod.

You hurried to the black ships and eventually made your way to them getting inside the very first one, it was imperative to leave the planet as soon as possible, from the distance you contemplated the trees falling as the ground copalsed, you didn’t know how much more it could resist, you had to hurry up. So you pressed the buttons to initiate the small ship.

“Commander, take off right now!” she commanded you, there was anger in her voice but at the same time there was anxiety and fear, she was nervous, fearing it would be too late if you didn’t take off.

“You’re not being so helpful, Captain!” you said as you pushed the last lever and the ship started to move, pulling the rudder up you took the ship outside the planet hearing how it crashed behind you.

Then finally you were out there hoping to keep a safe distance. You left just in time, moments before the small ship outer space the whole planet crumbled to itself burning to exploit a few moments later with such power it made you skip a beat.

Then it was quiet, so quiet until you heard a soft metal sound followed by a unmodulated voice.

“Well, that was a thing” Phasma murmured in the seat behind you.

“You think?” you joked with her own words as you kept piloting the ship.

“I-I” she murmured “I want to apologize” she said, she sounded a bit different without the helmet, intimidating but more like a regular person, she stopped for a moment struggling to find the right words.

“I was a complete bitch back there” she told you pausing for a moment “I still don’t understand why you helped me. Someone else would have preferred to leave me in that trash compactor, my own troopers would have done it” her tone lowered but not in angry way, she was rather sad yet completely aware of the truth on her words.

“Lucky for you I’m not a trooper” you told her.

“True” she said “And then, if I hadn’t follow you I’d be probably dead right now” she murmured. “I… Thank you, Commander” she said.

“Y/N” you told her and you saw her looking over her shoulder hoping to find your face, you couldn’t see much of her features except for a deep blue eye that contrasted with her pale skin as some golden curls fell on her face, then you got your attention back to the rudder.

“I’ve worked with you for years” you told her “This is the first time I hear you apologizing to someone”

“Well, Y/N. I have to say it’s very new for me” she explained “I’m not… used to being helped. This is a cruel world, you have to watch your own back because nobody else will do it for you.”

“Friends watch out for each other” you said and waited for her answer.

“I don’t have friends” she said serious “Nor family, I don’t even trust in the soldiers I train, I know they would blast me the second I give them a chance. Allies would betray me too, I know that for sure. It always has been me against the world.”

Her voice was cold yet filled with a mix of the emotions she was trying to hide: pain, sadness.

“Sometimes I see cadets helping each others out and comforting when they fail a fight” she said “I hate it. I repress them, only cause it reminds me how lonely I am. Nobody cares about the cruel Captain Phasma, they fear me, they hate me. I’ve heard the hurtful comments the troopers say behind my back, maybe you’ve heard them too, Y/N”

You didn’t answered though she was right, there were a lot of rumours around the base, some of them calling her a coward, some of her uncertain and mysterious past and some about her appearance, no one had ever seen her without the chromium helmet, except maybe you now.

“People think I’m as strong and repellent as my armor” she confessed “Truth is I’m just another human. It sucks to be me.” she sighed.

Never in your entire life expected this from Phasma, she seemed so strong, so intimidating, willing to beat the hell out of someone that would dare to even look at her the wrong way. But she was right, she was just human after all, a woman of flesh and bones, who could be hurt, who had feelings always hidden by her shiny armor. You understood how lonely she must felt all the time.

“That’s why it meant a lot to me that you, a person I barely know was willing to help me, to offer me a helping hand. I don’t think you realize what it means to me, Y/N” she added sincerely “Don’t know why I am even telling you all this” she said, her tone seemed a bit ashamed of her words.

“Look” you rose your voice after a time in silence “I know we don’t actually know each other well but…” you looked over your shoulder “I’m still worrying about you. No one deserves to be alone, Phasma”

You caught her gaze on you, finally seeing the side of her face, delicate compared with her tough uniform, it was strange to finally know the person under the mask and see her facial expressions after years of talking to your own reflection in her armor.

“I mean it, no one” you told her “This is a cruel world, you said that yourself, but it could be easier if you have someone who watch your back, or just to talk at least.” you said. “We watch out for each other”

She nodded slowly and there was the shadow of a smile, faint but it was there.

“Does that make us friends?” she asked and you chuckled.

“If you want, Captain” you told her, nothing you would have liked more than get to truly know her, this soft side of her, discover more of this mysterious woman. “I’d love to”

Then she turned back to her seat to hide the growing smile on her lips, you were the first person to be kind to her, to be true without looking for something in return, to listen her and offer her help and friendship. She was slowly falling for the commander that saved her.

She clear her throat before raising her voice again, now with a serious but certainly playfully tone.

“If you ever mention something about the trash compactor, I’m going to have to kill you, understood Commander Y/N?” she said and you couldn’t help but smile, yeah maybe this wasn’t a joke at all but you knew she was trying to make you laugh.

“Now that sounds more like the Captain Phasma everybody knows” you told her chuckling and for a brief moment you heard a soft laugh from Phasma.

You piloted the rest of the way in silence, feeling safe with the company of this strong woman and looking forward to meet more about the woman beneath the chromium armor.

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Four

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Chapter-specific CW: excessive drinking, vomiting

A/N: "oh he's kinda cute... HE'S A MURDERER! but he's kinda cute..." -y/n

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“You’ve barely touched your food, dear.” Commander Ren’s low voice pulled you from your trance as you poked at the lamb shank on your plate. A fitting entrée for tonight.

“I haven’t much of an appetite,” you muttered, setting the silver fork down beside your dish. You were almost catatonic, and despite your contempt for him, you felt betrayed. It was for that reason that you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since sitting down, instead choosing to study the other guests in the dining hall—including the stormtroopers stationed at every exit. It was an impossible task—you knew that—but you’d sooner die trying than comply with this farce of a treaty.

A low laugh rumbled in Ren’s chest. “I have no stomach for lamb either; it’s far too tender for my liking. Perhaps you would prefer venison? Or roasted vegetables?”

“No, thank you. Just wine will do,” you said as you tipped your cup back and gulped down the remaining liquid. You imagined you would need many more if you were going to endure this evening.

“If you insist.” He pushed his chair back and lifted his hand, summoning one of the servants. A boy with short, tawny hair rushed over, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Yes sir?” he asked meekly, his eyes darting between yours and the Commander’s. Although he stood with his shoulders back and chin high, his age was obvious from the fat in his face and the pitch of his voice. Anger boiled beneath your skin.

“Fetch more wine for my bride,” Ren instructed, nodding at you as he spoke. “And for me, as well.”

“Of course, sir.” The boy’s fear rolled off of him as he turned on his heels and disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchens.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that the First Order uses children as servants?”

“Only those whose families owe us a debt. No different from the New Republic’s operations,” he said calmly, tapping the empty cup in his hand.

You shook your head slightly and turned back to your plate. “That’s hardly justification for continuing to do so.”

His eyes followed you as you watched the rest of the guests dine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, either lost in conversation or filling their plates with the assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits set out on the table—all but one. Across from you sat a red-haired man, with hollow cheeks and a scowl twisting his features. Given his proximity to the Supreme Leader, you assumed he was another commanding officer.

Beside him was a woman, but unlike the other ladies in the hall dressed in elaborate gowns, she was wearing the same regalia as the men. You furrowed your brows. Was she…? No, she couldn’t be.

Ren leaned in close to your ear, his cold lips brushing your skin. “Captain Phasma of Parnassos, to answer your question.”

His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “Get out of my head,” you snapped, your knuckles white around the body of the cup in your hand.

“How else am I to make conversation with you?”

You scoffed, redirecting your attention to the servant returning with a pitcher of wine in either hand. It was clear by his unsteady footing that the weight of both of them was nearly too much for his small arms.

As he approached the table, you reached for one of the decanters to save his shaking arms. "Thank you," you said, mustering up a smile. Gods knew the poor boy needed some kindness.

“No need, my lady,” he replied quietly, pouring the rich liquid into your cup before reaching for the other pitcher. “Commander…”

Ren presented his empty cup and nodded for the boy to fill it. He obeyed, pouring the dark wine with trembling hands. For such an ordinary exchange, the boy was tense, utterly frightened. Not that you could necessarily blame him. 

Once it was full, he set the pitcher down between your plates and quickly returned to his post along the wall. In the hopes of quickening the evening, you finished the cup in a few sips, reaching for the pitcher beside your plate.

A gloved hand seizing your wrist stopped you before you could. “Careful, dear. You might find that mine is a bit too strong for your taste.”

Part of you wanted to try his wine out of defiance, but the rational part of you heeded his warning. With an empty stomach, your wine would be more than enough as it was. You pulled your hand free and reached for the other pitcher. As you poured it, you allowed yourself to feel everything—the anger, the disappointment. How Leia had seemed to so easily forget you. But beneath it all, there was still the ember of hope, buried under the weight of your emotions. It needed to be protected, locked away in the recesses of your mind until you could ignite it once more—until you were free. Once the cup was full, you returned it to its locked box, stowing it away for another time.

“You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Ren said, taking a sip from his cup.

“I can try,” you countered, doing the same.

He exhaled softly. “I’m sure you will.”

Over the rim of your cup, you could see the red-haired man looking at you, his green eyes locked onto you. You wondered how long he had been watching.

Covering your mouth with your napkin, you asked, “Who is that man next to the captain?”

“That would be General Armitage Hux of Arkanis.”

You hummed. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a seemingly pompous general coming from a place like Arkanis. “Does he always look so sour?”

Ren scoffed. “Usually less so. He’s been openly displeased about our arrangement.”

“Perhaps he and I have more in common than I realized,” you murmured.

“I think you’d find yourself more outraged with his proposition—gods know the Supreme Leader was,” he said with a light laugh, running a hand through his dark hair.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He mimicked you, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “Unless you would prefer to be wed to a bastard son.”

“I hardly see how that could be any worse.”

A hand resting on your shoulder immediately pulled you from the conversation. You recoiled, half-expecting it to be General Hux, slinking across the room while you were distracted. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“My sweeting, it is so lovely to finally meet you,” Supreme Leader Snoke said with an unnerving smile. His touch was cold—even through the fabric of your dress. It felt unnatural, as if he had been trapped in a winter storm for a week.

“Supreme Leader,” you replied, forcing down the bitter taste in your mouth. “What a pleasure.”

It had been over six years since he had murdered Chancellor Villecham, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was untouched by time—not that he was youthful by any means. Despite his age, there was no silver in his hair or deep creases in his face. Perhaps the wolf skin cloak over his shoulders served as his own personal fountain of youth.

Snoke let out a hoarse laugh, one seemingly loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers above. “The pleasure is mine. I take it you’ve found your new chambers more accommodating than your last?”

Rage streaked your vision. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was trying to provoke you—as if you needed reminding that you were nothing more than a bargaining piece to the First Order.

“Yes, thank you for asking,” you replied, bowing your head slightly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of the rats.”

Snoke let out a short, unamused chuckle. “Such misunderstood creatures, they are.” His gray eyes narrowed as he spoke. He quickly shifted his attention to the man beside you, a wall of ice now standing between you. “My boy… I have faith that you will treat our guest well.” He squeezed Ren’s shoulder tightly, threateningly. 

“Of course, Supreme Leader,” he said, the usual color in his voice absent.

“Good. I would hate to have to marry her to Armitage, should you disappoint.”

Ren’s eyes flashed with something akin to envy. “That won’t be necessary.”

Snoke grinned. “I should hope not.”

The air felt thick, as if the room had filled with smoke. You shifted in your seat as the two men stared at each other, locked in silence. Snoke lingered for a moment longer before finally releasing his grip on Ren’s shoulder.

“Please, do enjoy the celebration. The wedding will be held in a fortnight. I had hoped for it to be sooner, but we must allow ample time for our guests to arrive.”

His words fell on you like stones. It wasn’t enough time. A fortnight was hardly enough time to finalize battle strategies—let alone to devise an escape. The flame in your heart waned.

With that, the Supreme Leader crossed to the other side of the table to greet the other guests, starting with Captain Phasma of Parnassos.

Silence stretched between you and Ren, your minds occupied with different concerns. Habitually, you finished your wine and pushed the empty chalice away. “How long should I expect this evening to last?”

“Eager to leave, are we?” Ren teased, taking the liberty of refilling your cup. “It might be wise to eat something. Celebrations like these have a tendency to be drawn out.”

The wine was beginning to take effect, making your skin warm and your mind hazy. Against your better judgment, you continued, draining each cup in a matter of minutes. Truthfully, it was a relief—allowing you to drift to a place far from here, to a place by the sea. A cobblestone home perched on the cliffside, surrounded by vines like veins around a heart. A place that always had a fire in its hearth and a stew simmering above it.

A warm tear hitting your hand pulled you from your reverie. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting anyone to see your emotion—least of all Commander Ren. Empathy wasn’t exactly his strongest virtue.

The night passed in a blur of drinks, hollow introductions, and avoiding your betrothed. It was nearly midnight when you finally staggered back to your chambers, barely lucid. Against your wishes, Ren had accompanied you, ensuring that his prized bride reached her chambers unscathed.

You fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, all too aware of his lingering presence. You continued to ignore him until a sobering realization fell over you.

“Does the Supreme Leader expect you to bed me?” you asked, frowning. The wine suddenly felt heavy in your stomach.

“No,” he said, a flash of humanity in his dark eyes. “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh.” Heat rose to your face. Of course he wouldn’t bed you tonight. If that were the case, the two of you would have been wed during the feast.

“Besides, I don’t intend to take you in this state,” he added, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen from your updo. You shivered at the sensation.

“This,” you hissed, stumbling backward until you collided with the doors, “is the only state that would make it tolerable.”

An amused smile played on his lips. “We’ll see.”

Dawn cracked the sky early the next morning, a fateful sign of the long winter ahead. As much as you longed to relish the fleeting sunlight, you were damned to spend the day with a pail in your arms and a cold rag on your neck.

“Are you feeling better at all, my lady?” Rey asked, wringing out a washcloth after soaking it in cool water.

“If only I were. I can’t imagine that there’s anything left to expel,” you said with a shudder, pulling your head from the basin.

Rey blotted your forehead with the cloth, her touch as light as the feather pillows beneath you. She had been silent for most of the morning, which you didn’t necessarily mind. There was an unspoken understanding as to why you were so ill this particular morning.

Hours had passed like this; with her encouraging you to take sips of water and you immediately spitting it up. At this point, it was difficult to tell if the culprit was the constant flow of wine or the extended time you had spent with Commander Ren. Perhaps a bit of both.

After what felt like an eternity, your stomach had settled enough to hold down the water Rey was offering. Once you were able to finish a roll of bread and a cup of broth, she returned to her quarters, allowing you to sleep away the rest of the aches.

When you finally woke, cool moonlight was spilling through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. The fire burning in your hearth had been reduced to a pile of embers and ash, but despite the cool air in the room, sweat coated your skin.

The night terrors that had plagued your sleep in the dungeons were relentless, managing to wake you even after a night of drinking and a day of illness. Every night was the same dream, the memory of the night in the forest. Without failure, the terror always ended with Commander Ren’s mask inches away from your face, close enough to show your reflection in the silver ridges around his eyes. The sight of you, bloodied and bruised, was always enough to wake you from the dream.

Tonight was no different, only this nightmare had a different ending. Instead of your armor, you wore the gown from the feast. Standing before the Commander, you looked at him not with horror, but with admiration. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you tight against him. You were unrecognizable in the reflection of his mask—with ruby lips and dark eyes. Piled around you were the bodies of Resistance soldiers—your soldiers—blood spilling from their ripped throats, staining the snow beneath.

Slowly, you pushed his visor up, but before you could see the man behind it, you jolted awake.

Immediately, you kicked the covers off and ran to the chamber pot, coughing and heaving in an attempt to settle your stomach. Nothing came from it, except possibly waking every occupant of the castle. Before returning to your bed, you used the washcloth and water basin that Rey had left behind to blot your face and neck, hoping to cool the heat under your skin.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared at the canopy above you, trying to erase the image of the dream from your memory—a task proving to be impossible. With each minute that passed, your breath felt more strained, as if the walls of your chambers were shrinking, suffocating you. It was beginning to feel like you had traded one cage for another.

The wedding was at the forefront of your mind, and you knew that every minute you spent laying awake was precious time slipping away. Despite Ren’s orders to stay in your chambers, you left the warmth of your bed, determined to familiarize yourself with the castle. Even if you couldn’t do it tonight, knowing the layout would benefit you when you did.

Hanging in the wardrobe was a long, dark cloak—perfect for concealing your ivory nightgown from the world. You pulled the hood over your head and carefully cracked the door open, scanning the hallway before stepping out into the unknown.

Flickering candles lined the corridor, but only a few were still burning. No one tends the candles past midnight, you noted, creeping towards the familiar spiraling staircase. As you reached the threshold, you peeked into the main chamber, expecting to find guards posted by every door. To your surprise, the room was empty—other than the portraits of the Supreme Leader gracing the walls. But you were no fool. The First Order was more concerned with outside threats; it only made sense that their guards would protect the exterior of the castle. Until you could be more certain of a safe exit, you would only roam the upper halls.

The corridor leading to your chambers seemed to stretch endlessly, leaving much to be explored. You followed the path, passing by quiet rooms and elegant artwork, committing every detail to memory. The cloak fluttered at your ankles as you crept around, feeling like a marauder trespassing on the grounds. If only you were.

The glow of candlelight dwindled the further you ventured, a sign that you had explored enough for one night. With no help from the drawn curtains, you were blind in the darkness. The threat of being caught outside of your chambers loomed over you as you turned to walk back the way you came, eager to return to the safety of your room. After a few steps, you discovered that the carpet beneath you was entirely different. You froze, searching along the walls for familiar fixtures, but found none. Panic began to swell in your chest at the realization that you were lost.

You tried to retrace your steps—understand how you had managed to get yourself to where you were now, but to no avail. Your breath became difficult—as if your ribs were tightening around your lungs. How could you have been so stupid? What had possessed you to step foot outside your room? Forfeiting the luxury of a proper bed for what—the possibility of finding an escape route?

Adrenaline burned your veins like magma as you swiveled on your heels, clutching your cloak tight around your chest to run. The solid frame of a man standing behind you quickly put an end to your efforts. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as you collided with his chest.

“Lost, are we?”

Your heart plummeted through your chest. You didn’t need to look up to know exactly who had found you. In a moment of pure instinct, you answered with a half-lie. “I couldn’t sleep. I was only trying to find a bit of fresh air.”

Commander Ren chuckled as he gently pushed the hood of your cloak back. The material shifted on your shoulders, revealing your nightgown beneath. Even under the veil of darkness, you felt exposed.

“Were the windows in your chambers insufficient?” he asked, moving his hand to tip your chin up.

“Yes,” you said, reluctantly meeting his gaze. His eyes were an abyss, drinking you in as you stood there. He looked ethereal, with messy, black curls and a loose sleep shirt to match. As your eyes roamed his figure, you were reminded of the night terror that had incited this predicament.

At that, he released your chin and offered you his hand. “Perhaps you would prefer to go for a stroll outside, then?”

Outside? You couldn’t recall how long it had been since you had even been outside—since you had felt the crisp winter air kiss your skin or listened to the song of cicadas in the dead of night. As enticing as his offer was, you hesitated. Was this another trick? Was he luring you outside of the castle walls to lock you out as punishment for disobeying his orders?

Your fingers twitched at your side.

Noticing your apprehension, he sucked in a deep breath. “Do my intentions seem so insincere?”

Silence followed. You wished for a mountain of bricks, ones you could use to barricade your mind from his sorcery. 

Finally, you said, “Forgive me for being mistrusting, Commander.” Regardless of the frequency with which you said his title, it never failed to make your mouth bitter. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, a chill running up through your body at his touch. “I would like that very much.”

Through the darkness, you watched as his gaze lowered to your joined hands, satisfaction burning in his eyes. “Allow me.”

[charliedawn]

DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 14

The next day, JR was woken up by the smell of food and opened her eyes to see Finn standing there with a plate. He smiled down at her before waving shyly.

"Hey. Hum…I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. Cause I know how strange it could be for a stormtrooper to come here and…Anyway." Finn rambled before putting the plate down next to her. "Breakfast."

JR stirred slightly, and opened her eyes.

"Morning..." She mumbled, smiling softly at Finn as she saw him. She sighed quietly, sitting up and stretching lightly.

"Thank you..." she murmured, picking up the plate and starting to eat...

Finn smiled.

"Yeah. No problem. Am just happy to have another…you know…'traitor' around." The way he emphasised on the word made JR frowned slightly.

"Traitor..." She muttered under her breath with a frown, taking a small bite of her food. It tasted bitter. "I thought the term was 'deserter'..."

Finn chuckled before patting her back.

"Yeah. Well…Not when Captain Phasma or General Hux say it." Finn grinned. "Are they still pissed about the whole 'taking an X-fighter and flying away' thing ?"

"...I should imagine so..." JR said with a small smile, taking a small sip of juice before continuing. "And what's your story anyway ? How did you manage to escape the First Order in the first place ? They didn’t exactly tell us how you did it. Just…that you did. And that you were a deserter."

Finn’s eyes widened slightly before chuckling awkwardly while massaging the back of his neck.

"Oh. Me ? Yeah. So hum…I kinda offered to help Poe escape if he also helped me and one thing led to another and here I am."

She blinked twice in front of his explanation, before chuckling.

"And that’s the story ? Just ‘one thing led to another’ ?"

Finn laughed and shrugged.

"Pretty much. Yeah. Listen. I am just glad to be alive."

JR smiled, taking another bite of her food before nodding in agreement.

"I can understand that..." she murmured, before taking another sip of her juice. Finn then looked around her tent.

"You got lucky. When I escaped the First Order, I ended up in quicksand on Jakku. You at least got a tent. By the way, how did you find out that the Resistance was on this planet ?"

"Oh..." She said, her tone softening as she heard this part. "That sounds rough..."

There was a slight pause, before she continued.

"Well...I was in a blizzard a couple of days ago...And I bumped into a Resistance soldier, who gave me directions to this base. Then...Well..." she took another sip of her juice. "Here I am..."

"A blizzard ?" Finn frowned. "On what planet ?"

"...The planet Coontra..." She stayed silent for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t really paid attention to the name of the planet Hux had given her and hoped she hadn’t mistaken. She shrugged dismissively. "But…Doesn't matter. What matters is that I survived..."

"Funny. Never heard about the planet Coontra…" Finn narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her and before JR could answer, Poe came in the tent with a smile. "Rey is back ! Come on."

They both looked at his excited face and JR nodded before returning her attention on Finn.

"Hey...Thanks for the food...We’ll talk later." she murmured, getting up from her place and walking over to meet Poe. Finn nodded. The three of them went outside to see people surrounding Rey’s ship getting back down. When she got off, she immediately smiled and went to hug Finn and Poe.

"I got it ! I know where Skywalker is ! And…" Rey stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed JR. "…Who’s that ?"

JR stayed silent for a moment, watching the small reunion, when Rey noticed her...Her entire being tensed up, and she stayed completely still. It wasn’t like she could hide from Rey. She could use the Force...So just remaining still and staying silent was her best bet. Poe grinned and wrapped an arm around JR.

"This is JR ! She’s the stormtrooper who helped us escape Starkiller Base, remember ?! Seems like she finally decided to come on our side ! Isn’t that good news ?"

JR stayed silent for a moment. She knew Poe was only trying to help. But she also knew full well that this was unlikely to go well...Rey couldn’t just be friendly to her, after all. She was a stormtrooper ! It didn’t matter to Rey that she was now a “deserter” or something...Rey was always going to view her with suspicious eyes. And this situation was only going to heighten that suspicion.

"...Right." Rey said after a few moments, her own expression shifting to one that was much more guarded. "I see...I remember you. You are the stormtrooper who talked to me when I was captured."

Poe took a step backwards, realizing that his attempt hadn't worked.

"...So ah...Yeah. It's good to have you back, Rey..." He muttered awkwardly, not knowing how to salvage the situation...JR tried to put on a smile on her face before extending her hand towards Rey.

"It’s nice to see you again, Rey."

Rey stared at her for a few moments, before slowly taking JR’s hand in her own...

"...You too..." She said with a soft voice...Not exactly the warmest response in the world, but it was still a positive one...Rey knew her from the day she had been captured. There was a silent understanding between them. Rey knew JR had tried to salvage the situation and end the war the only way she had known how…

JR nodded understandingly. Rey slowly let go of JR's hand and the trooper stayed completely still, her body still tensed. But...Rey wasn't outright suspicious of her. She was definitely cautious but, she was also giving JR a chance...That was something, at least. She felt grateful for it.

General Organa arrived just at that moment and smiled as she saw Rey.

"Ah. Rey. You are back. Good. I do hope you bring good news."

Rey turned towards General Organa, quickly returning the smile.

"Don't worry, I do. I have confirmation of the location of Luke Skywalker."

General Organa smiled.

"Ah ! Excellent. Let’s go talk in privacy…"

"Yes." Rey said with a nod. She took one last look at JR, before following after General Organa, with some people following along, including Finn. They left and JR hesitated before returning to her tent and pacing around. This could be big…Was she to warn the First Order ? Part of her wanted to stay loyal to the First Order, to tell them where Skywalker was, to tell them everything she new...But the other half of her...The one who remembered what it was like to be a stormtrooper...The one who felt guilty for all the things she had done while under the First Order. That half of her wanted to help the Resistance. For this nightmare to end. JR finally sighed in defeat before turning on her transmitter.

"General Hux ? Can you hear me ?"

A few moments passed, and then General Hux’s voice finally came through.

"Yes. I can hear you. What is it, JR-6025 ?"

She looked down. It had been a long time since she had heard his voice…It made her momentarily nervous.

"I…have news. It seems the scavenger girl got her hands on the final piece of the map to Skywalker."

"...The final piece...?" Hux muttered, slowly turning to look around, making sure he was in a private place before adding: "...How did she come across this piece ?"

"…I do not know, sir. I wasn’t authorised to participate in the meeting." JR told him and general Hux sighed. She knew he was disappointed…

"Understood." He then stayed silent for a few moments.

"Where is she now...?"

JR looked at the tent where they had disappeared in and replied promptly.

"Rey and General Organa as well as a couple of Resistance fighters are holding a meeting in the command centre right now."

"...A resistance meeting..." General Hux muttered and frowned at the news. That certainly didn’t sound good. "So ah...She is close to finding him."

He stayed silent, his fingers clenching and unclenching for a few moments.

"...When does the meeting end...?"

JR shook her head.

"I do not know, sir." She then waited a moment before asking. "Your directives if indeed the girl is planning on going to see Skywalker ?"

There was a moment of silence before general Hux spoke again.

"...The orders stay the same. She cannot reach Skywalker..." He stayed silent for a handful of moments as he thought about his next move. The scavenger girl could—under no circumstances—reach Skywalker and become more powerful than she already was. "...And...If she does ? She must not return from that place alive..."

"…Sir ?" JR was stunned. "…Do you mean…?"

General Hux closed his eyes and his jaw twitched. He knew that the mission would be hard for JR-6025, but he also knew of her undying loyalty to him.

"...If Rey manages to reach Skywalker..." His tone was flat. The words cold as he finally condemned out loud. "...She must not return...Understood, trooper ?"

JR’s heart hammered in her chest at his death sentence and she gulped. No…She couldn’t…kill her. She had made a promise to Kylo Ren. But at the same time, Rey was the last hope of the galaxy. She was the only wall standing between the First Order and total domination.

But, JR was still a stormtrooper.

"Sir. I…" She closed her eyes. "…Yes, sir. Understood."

There was a moment of silence, before he finally said: "...Good. Keep me informed...And get ready..."

There was another long moment of silence, before he finally added:

"...That is all for now..."

She remained with her eyes closed and replied.

"Yes, sir."

She ended the transmission and sighed before looking up at the ceiling…What was she supposed to do now ? She had to do something. She couldn’t possibly break her promise to Lord Kylo Ren. But, JR also could not stand by while Rey left to meet with Skywalker. It would crush the First Order and general Hux’s slim trust in her. Her inner conflict was becoming stronger...Part of her told herself: The First Order will be fine...The galaxy will be fine with them in charge... But the other part, the part born out of guilt and shame, told her: No...The galaxy will not...We have only brought destruction and pain, while the Resistance is fighting for peace...

She was starting to wonder what to do when she heard that the meeting had ended. She quickly got out and saw Rey enter a spaceship to leave.

Her eyes widened.

She was leaving—surely to meet with Skywalker.

She couldn’t let her go alone.

She was still struggling with these competing voices within her head...The First Order...The Resistance...Her promise to Lord Ren.

Who was she loyal to...?

She knew that if she revealed Skywalker’s location, the First Order would reach him first which would ultimately lead to Rey’s death which was what Hux wanted...and what Lord Ren dreaded. JR hesitated before suddenly racing towards the spaceship to get inside just as it was about to leave. JR raced aboard the spaceship—just as the door was closing.

JR took a few minutes to process all that was happening, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down...She stayed hidden until the spaceship had landed. She didn’t know where they were, but she knew that it must be on the planet where Luke Skywalker was…

The spaceship landed, and the doors started to open. Rey got out. JR was still hidden in the spaceship, and she could hear Rey stepping off in the distance...She waited a few minutes before finally getting out herself. She found herself on an island surrounded by waves. She took a deep breath. She had never seen an ocean before…

JR looked around her, taking in the scenery...

An ocean...The gentle waves...She breathed in the air...It made her think of Azterri—but so much wilder. There was a wild beauty to the island. She couldn't believe she had never seen something like this before and as much as she was torn between sides, as scared as her inner conflict made her...She couldn’t deny it.

This was beautiful.

She took a deep breath of the fresh seaside air and momentarily forgot where she was until she heard a voice coming from one of the caves. She frowned before following the voice and found an old man talking to himself.

"No. Not again. Never again am I going to train jedis. It's over." Luke Skywalker said and shook his head—memories of Kylo Ren haunting him. The ghost of Yoda shook his head next to Luke.

"Train them You must. The future They are."

Skywalker scoffed mockingly at his old master’s words before replying.

​​​​​​"Yeah well…You train them then !"

Yoda frowned before answering in a serious voice—hinted with disapproval.

​​​​​​"Skywalker's job It is. Let the galaxy down You must not…"

Luke frowned before sighing. He knew that the galaxy’s fate held in the balance and soon enough, there would be no place to hide.

​​​​​​"The galaxy never did me any good. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to train them. And that's my final answer." He said with finality in his tone and Yoda’s gaze softened as he saw the pain and sorrow in Luke’s eyes.

"Yoda’s role it is not To convince you. If you are to turn your back from the truth Then lost we will all be…" Yoda said with finality before slowly disappearing. JR’s eyes widened as the ghost’s eyes met hers. She held her breath. But, the ghost only smiled at her before disappearing completely—leaving Skywalker alone in the cave. Skywalker seemed adamant in his refusal to train Rey—noy that that it surprised her...But the ghost's words...about his “duty” to train the Jedi...something seemed to urge her to stay and convince Skywalker. If the ghost was right, then the balance would be broken…

She was about to step closer to hear more of the conversation when she slipped and suddenly tumbled inside the cave.

"….Ouch."

JR immediately froze...Her presence was no longer unknown to the person inside. JR stayed completely still and quiet, hoping that Luke hadn’t heard her. Wishful thinking. Suddenly, she saw a pair of shoes in front of her and slowly looked up to see Skywalker looking down at her—he didn’t seem pleased.

"Who are you and what are you doing on my island ?" He asked authoritatively and JR's mind was all over the place as she tried to think of an excuse...She shouldn't have been here, she shouldn't have gotten on the spaceship...But there was nothing she could do now...She quickly managed to calm herself down a little and she then replied with a soft voice:

"I'm...I'm a stormtrooper, sir."

Luke frowned and looked her up and down.

"Oh really ? Stormtroopers aren’t welcome on my island…" He raised his hand towards her and fear struck JR. She thought about trying to flee from the cave...But then another thought crossed her mind...Why not simply say the truth...

"I'm a deserter...I wasn’t sent by the First Order, sir. I come in peace." She hoped it would help her case, but Luke didn’t seem impressed at all.

"Oh yeah ? And I don’t care. Get off my island before I…"

"JR !" Rey arrived in the cave and frowned before helping her up. "What are you doing here ?!"

JR flinched as Rey spoke. She was still tense and anxious and she couldn't help but remain still as Rey helped her up...It looked like Rey was about to yell at her at any second, but she restrained herself.

"...I just came here because I wanted to help you." JR whispered.

"Wait…Did you sneak onto my ship ?" Rey didn’t seem pleased at all and she sighed and shook her head in disbelief. "I do not need your help. I need you to go."

JR stayed silent for a moment. She felt so ashamed of herself...Of what she had done...A stormtrooper, a deserter, sneaking into a Resistance ship...She knew it wasn't good...

"I am sorry. I…" She started, but was interrupted by Luke.

"Here’s an idea. How about you both get off my island ?!" Skywalker raised his arms in disbelief before JR turned towards him and replied.

"Alright. I will leave. But, please…Train Rey. She made it all this way for you to train her. She searched for you. For this place…" JR continued and tried to plead, but Skywalker interrupted her.

"I know." Skywalker muttered, sounding annoyed.

"Then, will you train her ? Please." JR insisted. "I know there must be a reason that you have decided to stay hidden for so long, but Rey needs your guidance."

JR could see the old Jedi Master slowly lowering his gaze, and she knew what she was doing was having an effect...Luke sighed, raising his gaze once more. He looked at Rey and frowned.

"...She will not become a Jedi..." he said, sounding resigned and JR frowned in incomprehension.

"Why ? Why are you so afraid ?" She asked and Luke’s eyes hardened as he glared at her.

"You do not understand. None of you do." He muttered, shaking his head slightly. "You don't know what happened..."

"No…Maybe not." She conceded. "But, I know that this war needs to end. And that Rey can put an end to it. So, please…Train her. I beg of you."

"...I...I can't...I cannot...The past..." Skywalker mumbled and shook his head. Luke was suddenly shaking and clutching his chest. "...Will come back...It always does."

"The past doesn’t need to repeat itself…" JR spoke up and Luke closed his eyes—a pained expression on his face.

"...But it does..." Luke muttered, his voice low and shaky. "...We...We always think we can be different..."

He then turned away, looking towards the darkness within his cave. "...But the galaxy has a way of repeating history..."

She looked at the darkness as well.

"…But, we can learn from past mistakes." Rey advanced and Luke huffed a mocking laugh.

"...Oh, we do learn...." He muttered to himself. "...And we think that we can be better because we have..."

He let out a sigh...

"...But history always has a way of repeating itself...The light and the dark...They balance each other..." A short pause followed. "...But every time there's too much light...The darkness rises...And every time there's too much darkness..."

There was a longer pause.

"...The light rises...It's a cycle..."

"A cycle can be broken !" JR claimed and Luke glared at her once more.

"But it shouldn't be." Luke looked at her, and JR noticed the sadness in the Jedi Master's eyes. "...The Force is supposed to be balanced. Neither too much light. Neither too much darkness..."

"But the cycle is going to be broken. Look at the galaxy. Listen to the Force. You know that if we let it happen, the First Order will destroy this cycle…" She countered and Luke nodded.

"Yes. And a new light and a new dark shall rise...It's the way things go...It's the way things always go..." His voice was low and solemn...But there was a hint of sadness there too. There was a hint of resignation there as well...

"Nothing changes. Nothing. When a cycle ends, another is born."

He turned his back on her and Rey’s eyes lowered. JR felt an urge within her begging to be let out. She couldn’t let him go. She knew her duty and the fact that Skywalker himself was set on staying out of trouble could only be good for the First Order. She should be happy. Rey wouldn’t be trained and her mission would be finished. She wouldn’t have to betray anyone or kill anyone.

But…

"Please !" JR surged forward and grabbed his arm. Luke hissed and turned towards JR with widened eyes. He groaned loudly in annoyance.

"What do you want from me ?!"

"I want you to train Rey !" JR pleaded and her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t come so far and seen so much just to give up now. "Han Solo is dead…And who knows how many innocents will die before the end of the war ?!"

JR could see the sorrow in Luke's eyes at the mention of the death of his old friend, but he quickly shook his head.

"This war is endless. I already tried to end it years ago, but it didn't work. I'm sorry."

He didn’t look JR in the eyes, he couldn’t. But, she didn’t give up and took his hand in hers to force him to look at her, which he eventually did.

"Please..We need your help, master Luke. Help us." He opened his mouth, prepared to shut her down one last time, but she looked at him with such pleading eyes that he finally sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Fine. If you want to learn about the Force and be killed because of it, who am I to disagree ?! But, know that after that, there is no turning back to what you were. People will hunt you down for your knowledge, or just because you are different from them, are you ready to face the consequences ?" He turned towards Rey and he had a stern expression on his face. "Are you ?!"

Rey gulped, but nodded nonetheless.

​​​​​​"I am ready to do what must be done."

Luke looked into Rey’s eyes. She sounded resolute...Determined...She made him think of Han. The same stubbornness in their gaze. If Rey was to save the galaxy, he knew he had no choice but to train her.

"...Fine...Fine..." He muttered, and the sadness in his eyes grew even stronger...He would do as he was asked...But, there was alwa a price to pay for such knowledge. Both women smiled at each other and Rey took a step forward to give Luke his lightsaber back.

"Thank you, Master Luke."

Luke remained silent as he looked at the lightsaber in Rey’s hand and then he realized that the time had come...He couldn't refuse her. He slowly reached out to take the lightsaber from her.

"Do not thank me…Training will start tomorrow morning at the first rays of sunlight. Be ready."

Rey smiled and nodded in agreement. JR smiled weakly as she knew that Rey would be trained now and hope flared within her. Her mission was done. JR turned around, walking away. JR had managed to sway Skywalker—just in time. The next step was making sure that he trained Rey and that she fulfilled her goal...Whatever the price might be...

She looked down at the transmitter around her wrist and her smile dropped. She started thinking about General Hux. Her thumb rubbed around the wrist band. She was torn. If she was to communicate their location, then the First Order would win. They would come and kill Rey and Luke. It would be over. Finally. But…She couldn’t find the will to do so. Poe and Leia’s hope had succeeded in making her believe in something else than the First Order—something greater.

Everything will be alright. I will put an end to this war. And he will understand—eventually.

She took a deep breath before walking away. She returned to the ship where she knew Chewbacca was waiting. He would certainly bring her back to the Resistance and she could always invent an excuse to General Hux about not being able to know the location of Skywalker.

JR took a deep breath and was about to get on board when she heard a voice behind her.

"And where do you think you’re going ?"

JR turned around and saw that Skywalker was behind her. Her first instinct was to just keep walking, but she decided to turn and face the old Jedi Master...

"I'm going back to the Resistance camp..."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You would leave your friend alone ?"

JR frowned in confusion before she realised he was talking about Rey and she sighed.

"She isn’t my friend. Or I cannot be hers. She would never trust a stormtrooper."

Luke hummed.

"I see…But, you still begged me to train her."

JR smiled to herself.

"Hope is contagious…Some people infected me with it."

Luke chuckled before walking forward to stand next to her.

"I see…Leia is still as convincing as she used to be. This is why she sent you both to me."

JR frowned and let out an awkward laugh.

"She only sent Rey. I simply sneaked myself in."

Luke raised both of his eyebrows at her and restrained a mocking huff.

"Oh really ? You—a stormtrooper—managed to sneak yourself aboard a Resistance ship, in the middle of a Resistance camp and without anyone seeing you or trying to stop you ? Impressive. Please. Teach me your ways." She could hear his sarcasm and her eyes widened at the realisation.

"…She knew." JR whispered and Luke smiled.

"Of course she knew. The woman has eyes behind her head. Nothing flies past her." He then looked at JR with a little mirth in his gaze. "You are exactly where you are meant to be. Your friend needs you—Rey needs you. Or, she will. Now, the only question that remains is…Will you stay and help or leave and flee from your own fears ?"

He extended a hand towards her and JR blinked twice in astonishment at the offer before hesitating. Was he right ? Would Rey need her ? And most importantly, would JR want to engage into something that would make her a true traitor of the First Order ?

She bit her lower lip—doubt plaguing her mind.

She finally closed her eyes and looked away.

"I…do not think Rey needs me. She has you. I would not help her by staying."

Luke humphed before replying.

"I do not know what conflict you seem to be having or why you wish to leave…but what I do know is that Leia is never wrong. And that if she let you come to me ? It is that you will have a role to play. And if I am to play the role of a teacher, then I will expect you to also take on the role that the Force has bestowed upon you."

He then started walking away.

"First lesson tomorrow. Do NOT be late."

And with that, he was gone.

JR sighed before looking at the spaceship before her. She knew she should go, but Luke’s words had left an impact on her. Was he right ? Did she really have a role to play in this future to be built ?

And if she had…

Which role would it be ?

She looked down at the transmitter around her wrist.

Was she to be a traitor ?

She looked back in the direction that Luke had taken.

Or was she to be a hero ?

She waited for a few minutes before taking her decision. She followed in Luke Skywalker’s footsteps and her eyes looked up at the sky where night was slowly falling.

…Maybe could she try to be someone else ? Just this once.

[sweettee18]

Star Wars Imagines 2

Hux x reader

Imagine Hux meeting and holding your newborn daughter for the first time, despite having fear he’ll end up like his father, but vowed he will be the best father he can.

You and the General had been married for two years. Into your second year of marriage, you find out through the medical droid that you were 7 1/2 weeks pregnant. When you heard this, you were excited because you had not known that you were expecting until the droid informed you during your physical examination.

“So far in your health, everything is absolutely fine. Congratulations on your pregnancy. I will write a prescription for your prenatal vitamins to be ready for you tomorrow for pickup. Also, I have already scheduled for your twelth week ultrasound appointment.”Said the droid, as it was going through the data pad, putting down details of your status. 

You thanked the droid and immediately made your way to your shared quarters and waited for your husband to get off work. After several hours of waiting, the general finally walked in and he was in a little bit of a bad mood, because he got into a small argument with Kylo Ren.

You didn’t know how you were going to tell him while he was in this kind of state, so you decided to wait until the next morning for him to fully calm down. But the very next day, as you were on your break, your husband approached you at a fast pace, calling out your name, “Y/N!” Immediately, you shot your head up to his direction and stood as you can hear your heart beating really fast as he approached you.

“Is it true?” he asked. At first, you didn’t know what he was talking about, for you were a bit confused of what he was asking. “Is it true about what?”“Do not answer my question with another question.” You looked at Hux, still a bit of confused, trying to figure out what he meant.

He asked again, “Is it true what the droid told me? That’s when you realized what he was talking about. Before you could say anything, he spoke again. This time, looking even more furious. “Is it true that you are with child?“ You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded your head. Hux took a deep breath and exhaled before he said, “When were you going to tell me?”

You looked up at your husband and replied, “I wanted to wait until you were fully calmed down from I don’t know what happened yesterday, because when you came in, you were in a bad mood. That’s why I didn’t tell you then.”

At first, he was taken aback at your response, then he said to you, “ You know about my past with my father and how he treated me.” You nodded, knowing the relationship that your husband and his father had before Admiral Sloane intervened. “I understand what you’ve been through, but you are not your father.” You said, with much of an of assurance. “I know you will be a wonderful father. You are my husband and I love you. I was going to tell you today right after I got my prenatal vitamins.”

Hux looked at you without saying anything. Within 10 seconds, he said to you, “I don’t know about that. I need some time to process this. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father.” You were shocked to hear those words coming from your husband. “I think it is best if we spend some time apart” With that said, he walked away from you as you stood there with tears in your eyes. Seven months go by, and he avoided you, not have any physical or eye contact with you.

Even at work, he didn’t say anything to you. You felt alone and unwanted. Of course, you did have a lot of support from your coworkers, including Kylo Ren and Captain Phasma, who have been there for you during most of your pregnancy.

Toward the end of your pregnancy, you thought that your husband wasn’t going to speak to you again or have anything to do with your unborn child. That was until, you went into labor, and was rushed to the medical bay. Unfortunately, they were complications, and you were taken to the operating room. As you were in the room, Phasma went to the bridge to inform Hux of your status. “General, you need to come down to the medical bay, it’s your wife.” Hux looked at Phasma, with a look up shock written on his face. “What has happened to her?”

Phasma didn’t want to say anything, but she had to tell him what was going on. “It is best if you go down there and see it for yourself.” Immediately, the general grabbed his coat and made his way toward the medical bay and asked Captain Peavey to take control of the bridge in his absence.

As he reached the medical bay, he noticed Kylo Ren was already there in the waiting room as he approached. Kylo got up, and luckily, Hux didn’t see underneath his mask he was filled with rage, but he kept his cool. “How is she?” Hux asked. Kylo so badly wanted to scream at him for abandoning you throughout your pregnancy, but instead, took a deep breath, and replied, “ Y/N was having complications in her pregnancy…” Kylo said, doing his best to withhold the anger in his voice. “Seeing in the ultrasound that your child was breached, the medics had no other choice but to give her an emergency C-section, which was the only way to save both your wife and your child’s life.”

Almost immediately, Hux’s face, went from pale to Snow White when he heard the news. Then he sat down in the chair, saying to himself, “This is all my fault, I should’ve been here for her.”

Before Kylo could say anything, the doors open  and the medical examiner approached Hux. “The surgery was a complete success. You and Y/N have a beautiful, healthy baby girl. And your wife is doing excellent. You can go see them if you want to.”

Hux looked at Kylo, and he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Go see your little girl.” Kylo said to him with a small hint of a warning in his voice, despite the robotic voice in his helmet. Hux nodded his head and walked right into the room. As he did so, he turned to his right to see you lying on the cot, sleeping so peacefully.

He approach your sleeping form and ever so gently, took your hand in his and squeezed it. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for not being there for you..” He said, as tears begin to flow from his eyes.“If only I had listened to you then, none of this wouldn’t have happened. I blame myself for not communicating with you, please forgive me for everything.” He said, having so much regret in his voice. “I know I missed out on everything: seeing her first ultrasound, feeling her first movements inside of you…” He continued as more tears begin to fall from his eyes. “Please forgive me for all that has happened. I should’ve been here with you.”He begged as he squeezed your hand tighter.

As he was doing so, a nurse walked in with a little bundle in her arms, smiling as she walked toward him. Hux got up from his chair and walked toward her and he looked down at the little baby girl she was holding. “She weighed at an astonishing 11 pounds and 4 ounces.” Hux shot up his head at the nurse in amazement of hearing how much his daughter weighed. “Do you wish to hold your daughter?” He looked at the nurse and nodded. She gently placed the baby in Hux’s arms, and he looked down at his beautiful baby girl and again, started to feel tears fill up his eyes.

“My stars, she’s beautiful, just like her mother.” Hux said, as he did his best to hold in his sobs. “Does she have a name?” Hux asked the nurse. But before the nurse could speak, a voice behind him said in a weak, but gentle voice, “Alexandria Everlee Hux.” Hux and the nurse turned to your direction to see that you have woken up from the anesthesia, smiling. He turned to the nurse and nodded, and the nurse walked out as he approached you with your daughter in his arms.“I do forgive you, knowing what you’ve been through with your father.” You said to Hux as he sat back down, still with his daughter in his arms.

“I do not deserve this for what I did to you. Never again will I ever leave you or our daughter.” He said as he looked down at his beautiful little girl, who was looking up back at him. “Hi sweetie, I’m your daddy. You look just like your mother. I promise you and your mother that I would be the best father I could ever be.”  As this was happening, Kylo Ren, who still had his mask on, was smiling underneath and Captain Phasma  leaning against the doorway, watching you both, as Hux got up from his chair to sit alongside you on your cot. 

Hope you guys enjoy this. Enjoy the rest of your day.

[negative-speedforce]

Thanks @practically-an-x-man for the ask! Sorry for the weird formatting, it's just something that seemed more thematically fitting for my main blog <3

Captain Phasma

a song that reminds me of them

what they smell like - Probably very metallic when in the armor, sweaty when out of it.

an otp - None. Phasma is aroace to me.

a notp - Phasma/anybody. Like I said, she's aroace to me.

favorite platonic/familial relationships - Phasma and the other members of her tribe in the Phasma novel, which I highly recommend.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - any headcanon that involves romance for her.

the position they sleep in - I imagine that she'd sleep in whatever position made her best able to see any entrances to her room, so she could see any threat approaching.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - Phasma as a Red Room agent would be super cool!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - The chrome armor is so iconic.

Ahsoka Tano

a song that reminds me of them

what they smell like - A fairly neutral soap scent with a faint whiff of ozone.

an otp - Ahsoka Tano/Barriss Offee. They have so much chemistry, plus, we can add in the angst of the betrayal and everything.

a notp- Ahsoka Tano/Anakin Skywalker. Ship and let ship and all, but seriously, ew.

favorite platonic/familial relationships - Ahsoka and the clones! I love their relationships.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - That Ahsoka is equally as feral as Anakin. If Obi-Wan's not around, she tends to be the voice of reason... at least, after she grows out of her young, hotheaded phase.

the position they sleep in: I see her as someone who sleeps in all kinds of weird places and positions, like some kind of cat.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - Ahsoka would be awesome to see in a Percy Jackson crossover!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - The blue armor she wore during the Siege of Mandalore!

Laura Kinney

a song that reminds me of them

what they smell like: Sweat and cheap bargain brand deodorant

an otp: I'm not entirely sure who the fandom ships her with, but she's another character that lands in my aroace headcanon pile.

a notp: Again, not entirely sure of her ships.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I love her relationship with Logan, how they're not too fond of each other at first and begin to begrudgingly care about each other.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - not familiar enough with the fandom to know the headcanons that are floating around

the position they sleep in - Fetal position, curled into herself.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - It'd be super interesting to see her as a character in Star Wars!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - I really only know her from the Logan movie, and I haven't seen that in FOREVER so I can't remember what she wore for the life of me.

Yelena Belova

a song that reminds me of them

what they smell like: Very expensive perfume (it's actually a super cheap knock-off but no one needs to know)

an otp: I mean... can I say my OC Kayla and Yelena? If not, she's super cute with Kate. Though, yet again, she's in the "aroace characters" pile so it's kinda hard for me to ship her with anyone.

a notp: Yelena/anyone in an actual romantic relationship. I can see her having some kind of quasiplatonic thing, but romance itself? Nope.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Let's be real Yelena and Natasha are the best and there is no way that anyone can beat that.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - Anything that involves Yelena being infantilized or treated like "One of the kids" like Peter and Shuri often are. She may have some immature traits, but she's not a child. She's a trained killer with enough trauma to make a therapist cry.

the position they sleep in - However she can best see out of all entrances and windows.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - Yelena in the Birds of Prey! Her and Harley Quinn would have a hilarious dynamic.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - That green jacket with the purple lipstick from the Hawkeye finale.

[miscellaneousjo]

OK but imagine a Hamilton parody, but it's Phasma.

...

Finn: How does a fighter, survivor, daughter of a chieftain and a someone, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the unknown regions by providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a warrior?

Keldo: The chrome-armored, trooper captain of the First Order got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by fighting a lot smarter, by being a self-starter, by sixteen, she was co-leader of the Scyre.

Siv: And every day while people were fighting to live another day, she struggled and kept her guard up. Inside she was longing to get off the barren rock, the girl was ready to fight, kill, die and slaughter.

Torben: Then Brendol Hux came and devastation reigned, in her eyes it was clear something inside of her had changed. Her family no longer mattered, not even her niece, Frey. And the trooper helmet masked all of her pain.

Keldo: Well the word got around, they said 'This lady's insane, man!' Fought through half the Planet just to make it to the sky worlds. Get your trooper training, don't forget from whence you came. And the galaxy's gonna know your name, what's your name, man?

Phasma: Phasma of Parnassos. I am Phasma of Parnassos. And there's a million things I haven't done. But just you wait. Just you wait...

...

The Scyre: We fought with her.

Keldo: Me? I died for her.

Brendol: Me? I trusted her. (Big mistake)

Hux: Me? I loved her!

Finn: And me. I'm the damn fool that shot her.

(Anyone else wanna give me ideas for how I can change the lyrics of other parts of the song? Let me know!)

[trooperst-3v3]

I thought it was going to be WAY harder to talk Ben Solo into hanging out at the farmers market on a weekend.

I told him all he needed to do was hang out by Captain Phasma and use the Force to deflect any produce that could be potentially lobbed her way if the crowd got ornery.

He asked how I planned to compensate him for his time.

I was like, "You want to get paid? You're a ghost. What could you possibly need to buy?"

He said, "Doesn't have to be credits. I just want to know what's in it for me."

That didn't seem very "Light Side" of him, but I told him if he helped me out, he could deflect one (1) tomato in Hux's direction.

Ben Solo doesn't know it, but he's mostly going to be there for moral support. Hux and Phasma are both great performers. I can't imagine anyone would do something so mean as throwing food at them. So neither Phasma nor Hux should have anything to worry about, right?

Anyway, he's gonna get there early.

[sizeable-star-wars]

How might the captain react to her perpetually growing gut as it becomes larger and larger?

(also by the time she’s around I’m imagining Bo-Katan is *massive*)

"I fail to *BWAAAAURP* understand your logic. My...*GHUUURRP* my belly is not growing any larger, I assure you." Phasma replied, interrupted by her own belches. She was still denying her growth publicly.

(Oh yes, Bo-Katan would likely be the size of the island, if not bigger, by that time!)

[fandomwandererer]

ok but as like the most minor of the minor gods of the pantheon, wes weston ascends. the question gets a huge mark, which helps him pick out the right bits of information to fixate on, and like half the batfam get small ones.

maybe the predominanetly human amity parkers ended up as a different class of god, who can interfere slightly more directly than danny and his ilk.

im also imagining some time after tim has come into his own as a warlock/preist, they manage to arrange some sort of training session with the heroes and the gods. -

honestly its probably a dreamscape situation. batman figures out how to manipulate the dreamscape to complete an excersice and phasma ( whos the facilitator on account of her dream capabilities congratulates him on developing the skill to do that, but asks him to actually do the excersice not cheat it.

in his focus sessions with the supers, danny tries to develop there versatility by making sure they actually remember the whole breadth of the there powers ( it took him soooo long to remember half the things he unlocked in year one)

oh boi captain marvel's having a fun time bc hes got a v strong phantom mark. solomon n co dont know what to think of it and billy was unable to hide it but people just assume he got it tattoed based on the heroes, whichgets him in trouble several times

DC x DP Prompt *24*

Something has changed. Everyone in the hero community could feel it, even the ones outside of the Justice League.

Over night it seemed like all of them got stronger, faster and more resilient when they were trying to protect someone.

On the other hand, if one of them tried to use their skills to do something unheroic, it was harder to use them and other heros seemed to be able to sense their betrayal easier.

It took some time for Zatanna and the rest of the Justice League Dark to figure out what was going on. Mostly because they didn't think of this specific thing.

A new god had ascended. Something that happened rarely, especially nowadays. But the magic users were sure. Every hero they had checked, had a divine blessing from a new patron god. And every former hero who had fallen to villainy in the last few month had a curse put on them.

The god of super heros had ascended and was watching over them. While some heros got paranoid, others felt some sense of pride and relief.

And maybe it wasn't a bad thing, if something else was making sure that evil wouldn't take hold of them. As soon as they knew their name, they could properly worship them.