Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Captain Phasma + Armitage Hux
Warnings: mentions of death (but basically it’s nothing
Request: “Hey babe, I have a Star Wars: TFA request if you're interested. Something with maybe Phasma (or Rey if this is too ooc ) where the reader (their s/o) has been gone on a long mission with minimal contact back to base. It's been a couple of months and Phasma (or Rey) return back to their private quarters late one night and find their s/o, who returned from their mission late and went to wait for them, but ended up falling a sleep in their bed.” - anonymous
Word Count: 1,003
A/N: hope you like it !! sorry it’s a little short !
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Phasma marched onto the desk, trying not to keep her hopes up. Looking over her shoulder to make sure Hux wasn’t looking, she leaned over the shoulder of an officer.
“Any word from y/n?” Phasma asked, and the officer typed away at the console before sighing and looking up at Phasma.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” the officer said quietly. “No word from y/n since last time.”
Pressing her lips together, Phasma straightened and gripped her blaster a little tighter. You had been sent away on a mission a few months ago, and you had reassured Phasma it would be easy. You would be back in no time, you reassured her, and she believed you.
But a lot of time had passed, and you had barely contacted the base. And when you did, it was short, concise messages, and nothing specifically for Phasma herself. She was your girlfriend, for crying out loud, and yet you had barely even acknowledged her in any of the messages you had sent.
“Something I should be aware of, Captain?” Hux suddenly appeared next to Phasma, and she flinched slightly in surprise. Squaring her shoulders, she shook her head. “Checking up on y/n?”
“Nothing to report.” Phasma replied, a tad too quickly. The officer held his breath as Hux looked between him and Phasma, before spinning on his heel and waving his hand.
“You’re needed in the main hangar, then.” Hux instructed, and Phasma breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was public knowledge that you and and Phasma were together, she knew that Hux didn’t approve. He believed it would distract the both of you from your work. Although you and Phasma had consistently proved him wrong, his belief didn’t change.
“You will let me know if any message arrives?” Phasma asked the officer, who nodded quickly. Turning around, Phasma sighed quietly as she strolled to the main hangar. You were supposed to be home in a few days, wouldn’t you at least message the ship to let them know you had completed the mission? The whole thing was so unlike you, Phasma couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the situation. What if you were hurt? What if something had happened to you? What if you were kidnapped, or worse, killed?
Shaking her head, Phasma quickly pushed the thoughts out of her head. Distracting herself with these trivial questions would not help you or her in any way -- it would only prove Hux’s point about your relationship correct. She quickly hurried to the main hangar, praying to whoever was listening that you were safe.
--
Phasma buried her face into your pillow, closing her eyes as she pretended it was you instead. She had missed the feeling of you in her arms for months, and she wanted nothing more but to be able to hold you whilst the two of you fell asleep again.
A week had passed, yet you still hadn’t contacted the base. You were supposed to be back 3 days ago, so Phasma had waiting in the hangar all day, excitedly awaiting your return. But as the hours passed, something in her chest felt heavier and heavier as she soon realized you weren’t coming back. She had rushed into the cockpit, hoping there was a message of some sorts explaining your absence. Of course, there was radio silence from your end.
“Are you not concerned, General?” Phasma had finally built up the courage to ask Hux as she finally left the hangar. “y/n has made minimal contact back to base, and they were supposed to return today.”
“It is an undercover mission, Captain.” Hux responded, not looking away from the console he was observing. “It is not surprise to me y/n has not contacted the base in order not to blow their cover. Do not let your personal concerns get in the way of the mission.”
And now she was here, in your shared bedroom, wishing you would just come back. Phasma closed her eyes, hoping she would fall asleep and dream of you, when her radio suddenly chirped, instructing her to report to the cockpit. Sighing, Phasma reached over and grabbed her helmet and blaster, before marching out of the room.
--
“I swear,” Phasma muttered under her breath as she stormed back to her room. “Some of the officers here are completely incompetent.”
She arrived at her room and the door slid open. The lights were off, and she reached over to flick them on as she took off her helmet and put it on her desk. She turned around and gasped when she realised there was a figure lying on her bed. Then, a small smile appeared on her face when she realised that figure was you.
Slowly and quietly, she took off her armour and slipped into more comfortable clothes. She tiptoed to the bed and sat on the edge, watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept. She reached out to caress your cheek, making sure you were real and she wasn’t dreaming, and you stirred from your sleep and slowly opened your eyes.
“Hi, Phasma.” you whispered, smiling at her. You opened your arms, and she immediately snuggled besides you, and the two of you tangled yourselves in each other’s arms.
“Where have you been?” she whispered as you kissed her forehead, and you smiled at her sleepily as you closed her eyes.
“Shhh.” you whispered, falling asleep again. “It’s a long story.”
“I missed you so much.” she whispered back, tracing her fingers along your jaw. “You barely contacted the base.”
“I know,” you replied apologetically. “I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you when I got home, but I was too tired.”
“Well I’m glad you’re back home.” Phasma smiled, holding you closer to her. “With me. I never want to spend a day apart again, y/n, ever.”
“You don’t need to worry about me, Phasma. I’ll always come back to you.” you giggled. “Always.”
