I want a baby.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother. 

“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.

“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual. 

“I certainly hope so,” she said, whispering a prayer that Hux would listen to Techie’s pleas rather than ignoring them. As much as she admired Armitage, she knew that he could be brutal and cunning, focusing more on his music or the First Order than the welfare of others.

Techie (fearfully, trembling) went to speak with his brother. The door slid open and he met Hux at his desk, taking a deep breath.

An hour passed.

Techie had told Phasma that he’d message her within an hour to let her know what he’d discussed with him, but…

There was nothing but silence.

I want a baby.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother. 

“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.

“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual. 

I want a baby.

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother. 

I want a baby.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

Techie’s eyes whirred hard like overheated laptop fans, his lips an O. “Oh! Oh! S-stars above!” he squealed, pulling her into a tight embrace while still being careful with her stomach as if touching it might hurt the baby. 

“We’re g-gonna be parents,” Techie cooed, incredulous. He kissed Phasma all over her face and shouted, “Woohoo!!” Let anybody hear him and think he was a nut; Techie didn’t CARE! 

Phasma let out an ecstatic squeal, all her hopes would finally come true! She and Techie would be having a child, and everything would be fabulous! Swept up in the moment, she began to kiss Techie, peppering him with lipstick stains

In between fervid kisses, Techie says, awestruck, “When w-will we know the sex? And names! We need a list of n-names!” He rambles on about his top picks, talking faster and faster until he’s crying with happiness and all that comes out of his mouth are little incredulous squeaks.

Phasma laughed sweetly at Techie’s excitement, as her heart fluttered with joy as well. “Well, I’ll have to make an appointment with the doctor then? I wonder- will it be a boy or a girl? Who cares, I’m over the moon!”

Techie takes Lenina’s hands and decides to make a solemn pledge, right here and now. “I’m going to do wh-whatever is necessary to take care of you and our baby. I’ll be a good f-father, and a good partner.”

🎵Oooh, my heart’s on fire/With sweet desire/For romance… [Phasma serenades Techie, Swing AU?]

lenina-phasma:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

For their first wedding anniversary, Phasma promised Techie something really special. Of course he had no idea what it could be; she made sure of that! So he’d been cleaning his saxophone early that morning when, out of nowhere, he hears a familiar sound in the distance:

“Oooh, my heart’s on fire, with sweet desire, for romance…”

Techie’s heart leaps into his throat. Phasma is singing to him! But where is her voice coming from? He strains to hear, yet the wind proves tricky. 

Despite not being a singer, Techie gets an idea and sings his reply to her in a clear, loud voice:

“I’m here, beloved, but where must I go?”

(It’s a good thing he doesn’t write any songs for the band.)

She sings a simple note and holds it for an astoundingly long time until Techie manages to locate where it’s coming from and pulls her into a hug. “If you wanted me to come see you, you sh-should have just asked,” Techie smiles, and peppers her face with kisses.

Phasma lets out a relieved sigh, and holds Techie close to her. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you made it. I’m so excited for this evening, I can’t stand it!” She punctuated it with a kiss on his cheek, watching his freckled nose scrunch up adorably.

“This is the night we’ve been waiting for, love. At last, Ren and Armitage would not just be the only ones to have a duet. And darling,” she said, kissing him sweetly, “you’ll play the best out of all of them. I know this.”

He’s probably not as excited about the actual concert as Lenina is. Techie is much more interested in receiving her praise and fond touches, so while she enthusiastically chatters about their duet, he let’s his mind wonder until he sees an image with perfect clarity:

The two of them onstage, the duet has ended. They’re both red-cheeked and sweating. Techie drops to his knees and recreates his proposal; this time around with a necklace. She’ll love it!

I want a baby.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

Techie’s eyes whirred hard like overheated laptop fans, his lips an O. “Oh! Oh! S-stars above!” he squealed, pulling her into a tight embrace while still being careful with her stomach as if touching it might hurt the baby. 

“We’re g-gonna be parents,” Techie cooed, incredulous. He kissed Phasma all over her face and shouted, “Woohoo!!” Let anybody hear him and think he was a nut; Techie didn’t CARE! 

Phasma let out an ecstatic squeal, all her hopes would finally come true! She and Techie would be having a child, and everything would be fabulous! Swept up in the moment, she began to kiss Techie, peppering him with lipstick stains

In between fervid kisses, Techie says, awestruck, “When w-will we know the sex? And names! We need a list of n-names!” He rambles on about his top picks, talking faster and faster until he’s crying with happiness and all that comes out of his mouth are little incredulous squeaks.

I want a baby.

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

Techie’s eyes whirred hard like overheated laptop fans, his lips an O. “Oh! Oh! S-stars above!” he squealed, pulling her into a tight embrace while still being careful with her stomach as if touching it might hurt the baby. 

“We’re g-gonna be parents,” Techie cooed, incredulous. He kissed Phasma all over her face and shouted, “Woohoo!!” Let anybody hear him and think he was a nut; Techie didn’t CARE! 

I want a baby.

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

chromium-siren:

The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.

“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

His eyes light up as he clambers closer to Phasma, touching his cold fingertips to her forearm. “You r-really think so? I was scared you’d l-laugh at me…”

“Techie, darling, why would I laugh at you? I mean, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at being motherly…”

“I’m n-not… not really what most people think a d-dad should be,” he confesses, voice tight. He’s not strong, or tough. Everything scares him, and he has a variety of issues that make it hard to do… most things, actually.

“Oh, but sweetheart, dads are supposed to be affectionate,” she cooed, kissing his cheek gently.

“I’d try r-really hard to be a good one,” he murmurs, turning his head to catch her glossy lips in a kiss.

The kiss was a surprise to her- she found that she liked it, actually. She let Techie savor her lips, kissing him delicately as well.

Some time later, a nervous Techie stood outside the bathroom, pacing back and forth like a man possessed while he chewed on his bottom lip. He screeched to a stop and knocked once, polite. “L-Lenina? Are you done yet?”
She was taking the pregnancy test!