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ieytd lore #6 Two Birds of A Feather Infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 3)
Warnings: Blood, gun violence, canonical death, trauma
The smell of hand sanitizer lingered in the air as Pheoness regained her senses. One of her hands gripped at the fabric of the mattress and the sound of slow beeping was muffled in her ears. As her vision became clearer, it was evident where she was. Bad memories flooded her brain, causing her breathing to become unsteady. She wanted to run and hide, but her broken body wouldn’t let her. She heard the ER’s rhythmic beeps speeding up as she struggled. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…thank goodness you’re alive….” That soothing voice along with a gentle grip on her hand anchored her to reality. She looked at her hand, which was intertwined into a slightly larger one. “I’m right here, agent….” She turns her head toward her Handler, just him being there helped her calm down. Though, he seemed less than alright. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot with small trails running down his cheek. She didn’t care anymore that they were “breaking protocol” and caressed his hand gently with her thumb, the pad of her finger rubbing against his calloused knuckles. “Reginald…W..what happened…?” He smiled softly when he heard her voice “You don’t remember anything from last night?” He responded. Pheoness clutched her head, groaning. “The last thing I remember were setting off those mines.” “Well, it was a long day for you…If I’m being honest, I thought-“ his voice slightly falter, cracking slightly until his voice is a small whimper “Me and Pheonix didn’t think you’d make it.” This only makes her give his hand a gentle squeeze “Hey, I’m okay…just…tell me what happened after..please…you know I love it when you tell stories…”
Reginald’s lips slightly curve upwards “After you left to meet Phoenix, it wasn’t long after the security found out I was from the agency. I came sprinting to the wine cellar and was finally safe with you guys. But…I accidentally led them to you. I didn’t mean to…I…think that you being here, it’s all my fault….” She shushes him while he was rambling “I bet whatever happened wasn’t your fault..now go on…” she couldn’t help it. The smooth sound of his voice, the feel of his skin under hers, maybe affection WAS something she was missing out on all her life. “Well…” Reginald continued “He found you guys and after they found out the door was locked and barred-“ Reginald’s voice slowly fades as she starts to remember, how could she ever forget.
“Just shoot the agent! A-ARE YOU WEARING MY MASK?!” Juniper shouted through the door. Pheoness realized she kept The Fabricator’s mask on “Oh, THIS?!” She mocked him, dangling the mask and making SURE he could see it “Thanks for this and the briefcase, but you’re not getting either of them back.” John Juniper let out a furious grumbled and muttered out “You know what to do…” Without a moments notice, she saw a laser aimed at Pheonix “Pheonix watch out!” She called, but certain he could dodge. He’s smart enough to see the obvious laser pointed at him “What do you mean?” Pheonix asked with a raised eyebrow. She stands corrected. Then she remembered: his eye. He couldn’t see out of his left eye due to their tussle with Gibson. Acting on instinct, she shoved Pheonix out of the way, but as she just made contact with him, she heard the loud BANG of the gunshot followed by the agonizing sound of teared flesh. A breathless gasp escaped her as she looked down. Her beautiful dress was now torn at her stomach with blood gushing down the skirt as her body violently met the cold ground. Reginald’s horrified scream was a deaf ring to her ears, for all she could sense was the pain in her core. She knew if she even moved a little bit, her body would shut down. The only thing other than pain was the feel of Reginald’s warm tears on the sleeve of her arm “Close the hatch!” She faintly heard Pheonix shout before a loud explosion vibrated the floor she was now motionless on. Her heart was slowly pumping, doing anything to keep on beating. Her vision blurred and for a while, her vision was completely stripped from her, so she had to rely on her hearing to sense what was happening, which was extremely hard because all she heard was shrill cries and shouts and the faint pattering of feet. When her vision finally became somewhat clearer, she could faintly make out Reginald’s face, the look of despair shimmering in his tear filled eyes, “A…agent…please…everyone needs you…y-you can’t leave now…” she could faintly hear him beg in a broken voice and it forced burning tears into her eyes. Pheonix was also crying, trying to stifle the blood flow from her with no avail. She could hear their sniffles and soft whimpers and then…
She could hear nothing at all
She saw her dead, bloody body. The lifeless stare in her eyes as her found family clutched her unmoving corpse. “No…No…guys..I’m not dead…I’m right here…I’m coming..” she says, about to touch her body when a firm grip squeezed at her arm “And what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice called out, she looked behind her to see that familiar, faceless silhouette she saw back at the theater “Leave me alone. I want to see my family again. I don’t want them to think I died.” She admitted “And how long are you gonna keep doing this?! What happens till these mortals who aren’t as lucky as you die as well?!” The figure commanded “Listen, I just need a few more tries, the world needs me….I can’t just die…” the figure lets go of her arm “Fine, but you can’t keep doing this…one day I’m bound to obtain you and your mortal friends.” She nodded, hearing one last thing before returning to her mortal body
“Just know you can’t keep running from your problems forever, Alyna.”
“And that’s what happened. Pheonix stayed at your side for a long time but he finally went home.” Reginald’s voice found its way in her mind again as he ended his story. Of course he doesn’t know about that last part, and no one could know about it. Not him, not Pheonix. But she did want to tell him about why she was so scared, so she does. Informing him about her past and why she was so distant to him and Pheonix at first. He listened intently to her, hanging onto every word she said.
“I see…you’re a tough one, yknow that? Stubborn at times, but tough.” He said when she finished, resting his head against their intertwined hands. “I’m just…glad you’re okay…”
“And I’m glad you’re here, mi grùa.”
Reginald melted at the nickname, letting out a soft sigh. The pet names were definitely new, but not unwanted
“Mi Precioso Fénix..”
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Sorry, couldn’t help it anymore
Yea, say hello to my new OTP. I love them with all my heart and I can’t wait to continue building their relationship And maybe some angst
Art in the center is from an art trade from @stellar-collective
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THIS IS SO ADORABLE IM CRYING RN TYSM I LOVE IT!
art trade w/ @agentpheoness
this was super fun! thanks for approaching me and asking to trade :P
Art Trade with @stellar-collective !!!!
Aaaaaah! I’m so glad I got this done early!!!!!!! Sorry the text is a little small, I didn’t think it would convert the text smaller😅 I love your style for these two and they’re so cute!!!
Character designs are from @stellar-collective
She wanted me to tell him she absolutely, with all her heart loves it.💙
Such cuties
Omg I wanna join the friend train:D
Agent Pheoness gives your Reginald a sunflower for all his hard work as lead support agent (And cause she wants to be friends too:)
Don’t worry bout her she just gets a lil shy 🥹🌻
ieytd Lore #6 Birds of a feather infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 2)
Warnings: Attempts at seduction, mildly suggestive? blood, and violence.
Her heart rate increased tenfold as the heard the slow, melody of the band. What happens if they find out it’s her? She knew she was about hyperventilate as the room swerved in her vision. She couldn’t do this. She looked towards The Fa hesitantly, who signaled her to breathe. She tried to calm down as she felt the cool air fill her lungs, relishing it before letting it go. Then, a realization came to her. She was Agent Pheoness, one of the best agents in the EOD. Agent Phoenix was probably working his butt off in the wine cellar right underneath her feet, and it was her responsibility to do the same.
She COULD and WILL get through this!
She takes a shaky step forward. If they think she’s a dancer, she IS a dancer.
Like a whole different person, she effortlessly glides across the stage, her eyes closed shut to block out all of the eyes on her as she danced gracefully. She was surprisingly wonderful at it. The rhythm of the music slowly enveloped her nerves as she kept going, letting the symphony put her in a trance. The audience surrounded her were mesmerized by her stunning performance.
Meanwhile, Agent Pheonix had found the mimic mask and gave to Juniper. Turns out the wine cellar had a secret map system inside the counter that he found. Pheonix absentmindedly scrolled through the cameras, taking in everyone’s location until witnessing Pheoness. “Dang, how hard did you punch me, Gibs?” The asked, questioning what he was seeing as he rubbed his good eye. “Well, serves you right, scoundrel!” The newly conscious Gibson snaps “Now don’t touch that console!” Pheonix scoffs and chuckles “Oh shut it, and I thought we were getting along! You were much funner when unconscious.” His eyes didn’t look away from the screen, she certainly played the dancer role well.
She came to a halt when the music stopped. Applause from the audience were muffled by her inner thoughts
She just did that.
She chuckled, heading back to The Fabricator who was clapping softly “You were amazing darling, an absolute muse!” She chuckled “Mon chef-d'œuvre!” (French for my masterpiece) “I bet all those nerves got you absolutely exhausted. Go enjoy the party. You’ve earned it.” With one last hug, Pheoness heads out, finally able to return to Pheonix. She strolled through the ballroom. The beautiful chandelier illuminated the huge room as she plowed through the crowd. She was used to people staring at her, but she wasn’t used to other smiling at her. Usually, agents would stare at her because of her abnormality to the rest of them or was ready to make fun of her, but no, they were smiling. Genuinely. Some even complimented her as she made her way towards the wine cellar. She saw the clearing ahead when she felt a grip on her arm.
“Hey, loved your performance, sweetheart~”
Uh-oh, of course it’s the last person she wants to see. And she was so close too. Pheoness turns around to see John Juniper in an extravagant tuxedo. If only she could’ve worn that so she could have the speed to run. “Ah, Mr Juniper.” She purrs in her fake accent “Lovely to see you.” He kisses the back of her hand, and she has to hold back a gag. What a waste of a perfectly good hand “How do you like the party?” He asks, his voice as smooth as sanded wood. “Oh, it’s just wonderful. Sincerest thanks for letting me preform at your mansion.” He laughs softly “It was nothing, sweetheart. You think I could speak to you, privately?” She raises an eyebrow but nods. Maybe it was valuable information. Juniper led her to the balcony. The moon was close to being full as it worked with the stars to light the midnight sky. “Finally, We’re alone~” He remarks in a suave tone, studying how her dressed fit against her curves. Pheoness didn’t understand but still despised the way he looked at her. “So what did wanna talk about?” She says in a slightly stern tones. He snickered as he got closer to her “Oh, I kinda lied about that, sweetheart. I was think of less talking and more…doing~” her body stiffened as she realized his intentions. It was at this point she wished she could’ve passed seduction class. Does she flirt back? Beat him with her high heels? All she knew that whatever he was doing made her extremely uncomfortable. He backed her into the edge of the balcony, pinning her there. Pheoness looked at the fall, considering her options. It was pretty high up; however, she would rather fall to her death than do whatever he was planning. Unfortunately, she had a mission to accomplish and she had to get to Pheonix. She attempted to get out of his grip, but his body held her in place “Mr Juniper, I really need to get back to the party.” Pheoness stammers, cut off when she felt his hands trailing up and down her hips. Yep, death was way better than this. “Oh, Dollface. I just want to have a little fun. After all the party getting boring anyway.” Juniper leaned so close that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. Great, he was drunk too. Pheoness had to assess her options. Attacking him would cause a huge ruckus and blow both her and Phoenix’s cover, falling would probably kill her, and if she plays along….she doesn’t even want to think of that option. She just wanted him 50 million miles away from her, preferably in the ground. She was practically shaking in discomfort as his hands slid up to caress her face, their lips mere inches apart.
“Mister Juniper!”
Juniper turned around, flinging himself away from her, looking at the man at the doors of the balcony. He was also wearing a mask so it was hard to make out his face. “Security wants you. The sprinklers have just been set off for no reason!” John lets out a frustrated growl and nods, heading inside. He took one last glance at her before vanishing into the crowds of people. The masked man lets out a warm, familiar laugh. No, it couldn’t be….he turned around towards her “I also studied the fine arts as well, Agent.” Oh my goodness….it was. Reginald took off his mask and relief flooded through her body as she tackled him in a hug “Reginald! How did you get in here?!” His large arms encircled her waist, holding her gently. “When you disconnected your earpiece, I thought you were in serious danger and came here. I tried to get in as a guess when they mistook me for a security guard! I told agent Pheonix I’m not too old to be fighting like the good old days! You look….different by the way. Lovely change though.” She laughed before actually taking him in. The moonlight hit his honey colored eyes at just the right angle, illuminating them along with his tanned skin. His soft smile glowed brighter than any star in the sky. There was only one way to describe him, absolutely beautiful. She barely had any time to take it in before a huge THUD shook the building. Worry hit her: could it be a bomb? maybe a mine? She felt Reginald protectively grip her hips, an uncontrollable red tint on her cheeks “I’ll see what that was. Check on Agent Phoenix and stay safe.” He directed before speed walking through the panicking crowd. She was released from cloud 9, shaking out of her thoughts and rushing back to the wine cellar.
In the cellar, Pheonix had a mischievous smirk on his face. It quickly turned into a genuine smile as he saw the room “I didn’t know you could cut a rug, missy!” Of course that was the first thing he brought up. “I had a passion for it when I was younger, okay? End of story. Did you hear that explosion?” Pheonix cackled “Hear it?! I caused it!” Her eyebrows lifted “What?! How?!” He pointed at a small red button on the table that said “Front mines.” but, there seems to be a button with “rear mines” as well “Would you like to do the honors?” Phoenix asked. “I don’t know..Reggie’s here and I don’t wanna accidentally kill him…” Phoenix smirks at her knowingly “It’ll be fine. No ones getting hurt.” He reassured. Pheoness’s hesitant expression turned into a sneaky grin as she set of the last of the lines with a loud
BOOM!
Handler week Final Day
(Sorry I’m a little behind I had some personal issues)
They sent a card to Reggie on the last day of Handler week. This is what it said
“Hey Reggie! I’m so sad we can’t officially pamper you anymore. If it weren’t for you, me and Pheoness would probably be somewhere in heaven right now. You’re as much of a great friend as you are a Handler and we love you so much! Thanks for everything you’ve done for the both of us -Agent Pheonix❤️
“To Reginald. Well, I’m not good at this sentimental crap but I’ll try my best. Handler week was a very much deserved week for you. After all, you’re working your butt off all day to keep me and Pheonix alive. I can’t go on without saying thank you for not abandoning me when everyone else did. My life wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t for you and Pheonix Sincerely, Agent Pheoness💙”
(I added some scars on Pheonix and Pheoness btw>:)
STAWP!
IM TRYING TO REFRAIN MY OBSESSION FOR REGINALD
THIS DOES NOT HELP SHDJSKFNCKSKGKSNCJXJDNCJGKEMCJR
What do you think your Phoenix and Reginald would look like as Zoraxis agents? :3
ooh now this is a fun prompt!! here they are :3
i’d imagine that in this timeline, Reginald grew disillusioned with the Agency’s treatment of their field agents and became a Zoraxis turncoat operative that went by the codename “Rubble.” Zor quickly realized that he was much more valuable as a handler due to his intimate knowledge of Agency operations. he was assigned to a young, nameless operative that no one else would work with due to their extreme disregard for the rules and unusually destructive nature, and after a few missions realized how much of an asset they had the potential to be. he was the one who gave them the nickname Operative Matchstick after he was questioned for sending them into a highly secure building alone, saying that a fuse only requires a single, well-applied match. they succeeded on their mission and blew up the building once they were done, cueing the higher-ups in on what Reginald had realized long ago.
since everyone else refused to work with them, Reginald himself was often recon and backup for Matchstick. reports started coming in of a strange man in a dark trench coat appearing places before vanishing without a trace. within a day or two, everywhere he went, destruction was certain to follow. if he was seen in a building, you could be certain that that very night, it would be burned to the ground. thus, the Agency started calling him The Raven; the black-clad omen of death.
soooooo yeah! the Agency would really have their hands full with these two. let’s be glad that in canon, Agent Phoenix has morals
That’s a nice husband you got there, Juniper.
It would be a shame
if someone were to
steal him😈
somewhat of a sequel to this ... it's a good time for the handler himself to find someone to smooch. unfortunately, for some reason That Fucking Guy is interested in helping him.
Update on The two’s little “hangout”
They are having much fun having a John Juniper marathon.
Also, if you’re asking why the heck they are in onesies, Phoenix found out about their meeting and promised he’d keep out of it if they wore them, he apparently didn’t keep his promise.
Handler week day 6
GUYS…..
She’s shooting her shot
But here’s the thing
She’s still tryna convince herself what she’s feeling toward Reginald is strictly platonic cause 1, she hasn’t experienced any form of love in YEARS and 2, it’s against the agency rules and she doesn’t wanna get him fired.
(Phoenix knows though😏)
Handler Week Day 5!
Instead of posting art like I regularly do, I want to make an animation meme for my platonic husband. And that’s what I did:). (Sorry the timings a little off)
The art is mine but the coding goes to its rightful owners on scratch
Scratch link:
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1070277799/
CAN WE PLS DO THIS?!
So, I had an idea.
If you guys have the time, can you all make a full body of your style of Reginald and send it to me by 9/21 so we can do a big collab for the last day of Handler week?
I really would like it.
Can I join the movie night 🥺🥺?
Ollie did his best to disguise his shock at the invitation. He could somewhat wrap his head around Phoenix being willing to run a mission with him since they’d done it once before (albeit with Ollie having no idea) but this? He certainly wasn’t complaining, seeing as moments ago he thought he might never see Phoenix again due to their infrequent visits to Agency headquarters, he was just confused.
“Reginald’s address is technically classified, so I’ll come get you,” Phoenix was saying as they turned and continued down the hall.
“What’re we watching?”
“It’s Reginald’s choice, so probably a John Juniper flick. Ever heard of him?”
first ~ prev ~ next
good old impulsive Agent Phoenix lol
Day 3 of Handler Week
Just a silly lil pic of an AU where Pheonix and Pheoness actually die. Poor guy🥺
Handler week day 3!
Less than halfway through Handlers week! So I made some assorted cuddlies🥺🥺🥺
My random Brain thinking Random thing
I feel like everyone in the Agency has to be like SUPER fit to become an agent, so I feel like this would happen at least once
EOD employee: *makes fun of Reginald’s dad bod* Reginald: 🥺🥺 Pheonix and Pheoness spawning with every single weapon imaginable: Were you saying something about our Handler?
Cue Pheoness, Pheonix, and Reginald platonically cuddling
Handler week day 2!
For day #2 of Handler week I wanted to draw my favorite OC x Canon ship Reginess (Reginald x Pheoness) I am actually kinda impressed of how it turned out
they got tea💛💙
…..and I’ll add this cause why not
It’s Handler week, baby!
If you didn’t know, Handler week was a code name for some sort of even on the official I expect you to die website. I thought it was some sort of holiday before, but why not make it a holiday? And so that’s what this is! A week to honor our favorite voice in our ear💛
Reginess Art?
Since tomorrow is the start of Handler week, I want to try to make a decision for something I’ve been thinking about. My brain has been hyper focused on my fav OTP (Reginald x Pheoness) I want to maybe make some art for them but I don’t have artist block. Any ideas how I could draw these cuties?
ieytd lore #4? Spotlight on the Hatchling (Pt 2)
Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the sound. It was high pitched and like a banshees wail. It was calling out to her without a doubt from the way it attracted her. A wave of nausea hit her as more and more smoke made its way into her lungs. Tails from flames charred her skin. Things seemed to be distorting from reality and the excruciating headache increased tenfold. As the noise got louder and louder, the area seemed to warp into a familiar yet torturous area. There, in the middle the flames, was a small girl. She seemed to be the source of the sound. Her tear stained face looked…so much like herself. Pheonix, watching from the catwalk, sees his friends figure through the fire, screaming for her to get out, but everything else was just as mute as static to Pheoness. She goes to the child, but some sort of force gets a hold on her neck, shortening her already limited breaths. She tries to claw away at the grip on her neck, but it’s hopeless. A light blue glow comes from her neck, revealing the silhouette of a hand, then an arm. Soon, the whole body is visible. The figure had no face, but she could see the cruel smirk that it would have on its lips. “You can’t escape me forever…” the strange voice said before shoving her forward towards the young girl. It was like that one push drained all of Pheoness’s strength. Her legs wouldn’t respond as she crawled across the floor, each breath agonizing as smoke stung her throat. Finally, she approached the little girl. Her body was on the brink of being fully dysfunctional. Her arms, the only thing partially working, wrapped around the girls torso, bringing her in her protection. She finally heard Pheonix’s voice, but was too late….a gunshot finished her off with a bullet to the chest.
“Pheoness…PHEONESS!” Her vision was blurred from the experience. But she saw multiple figures crowding around her. She instantly recognized Phoenix’s black suit and red tie. Her headache was gone but when she sat up, every other part of her body flashed in extreme pain and she let out a strangled groan. “Don’t move…it’s okay…” Phoenix says in a soothing voice. She can finally see clearly. Phoenix and Reginald were there along with multiple paramedics. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake….” Reginald sighs, visible tear stain running down his cheeks “W-what happened?” She moaned weakly “There was a kid stuck in the building and you rushed into the building to save her, ya idiot. I tried to tell you to run but one of Zor’s goons shot you..good thing it missed vital organs.” Pheonix said hurriedly. That..wasn’t how she remembered it going… she didn’t get out of the building…she…she shouldn’t be alive. Her memories went foggy as Reginald and Pheonix carried her to the trailer “You get some rest, okay?” Reginald said, stroking her head once before leaving. Pheonix set her on the bed, but there was one thing she recalled Pheonix saying before she fell into slumber “I know what really happened.”
ieytd Lore #4 Spotlight on The Hatchling (Pt 1)
(Warning: Mentions of blood, violence and canonical death)
Reginald said this would be a mission, but it didn’t feel like it. The blinding lights throughout the stage, the discordant melody of instruments tuning, it was all so unfamiliar but oh so beautiful. Pheoness, all dressed up in her satin tuxedo, takes a seat. Her arm runs across the soft fabric from the arm of the chair. This was Pheoness’s first time in a theater, so every sound, every sight, were new to her. Agent Pheonix was already set up backstage, attempting to find info on whatever Zoraxis activity was occurring here. Next to her was a fidgety, hyperactive Reginald. “Reginald! Calm down! Remember, we have to focus on what’s important.” She said, pointing at the Prime Minister, the man that they were trying to protect. Reginald calms down but her grip was still like iron on the chair’s arm “Yes, you’re right, agent.” He muttered and spoke in his earpiece “Pheonix? Any suspicious activity?” On the other side, Phoenix can be heard, seemingly eating something. “Nope, just setting things up backstage. And we get free donuts!” Pheoness sighs wearily, of course Pheonix’s first priority was food. After a few minutes, the lights start to dim and the curtain raises, presenting the Hollywood Actor John Juniper, which makes Reginald let out a small squeal “It’s John Juniper, IN THE FLESH!” Pheoness had to grip his arm gently to calm him “Yes, Reginald. Now breathe.” Pheoness didn’t exactly hate Juniper, but she just found him maybe just a LITTLE overrated. “Uh…guys..that mask looks weird..I think it’s boobytrapped.” Pheonix says “Well then figure it out and disable it! It’s already hard enough to control this-this toddler!” She demands shakily as she sees the mask descending onto the stage. “Reginald! The mask is dangerous!” Pheoness shakes him out of his starstruck daze. “I…I think I got it!” Pheonix exclaims. It was the last thing they heard before the mask exploded, the impact sending them back slightly. When Pheoness regains her vision, the mad and the theater is up in flames! Heavy clouds of smoke burned her eyes and lungs as the sound of screaming and audiences panicked footsteps fill the room. “Reginald..you okay…?!” She shouts and after a second, hears Reginald’s voice in the midst of all the chaos “Yea! The Prime Minister got out safe! Let’s get out of here!” Her head was pounding with pain as she hobbled away to the nearest emergency exit. But she stopped. She had to, for a noise made her. One that paralyzed her in her position.
thank you for the idea. Have a drawing of the Reginald I stole from @stellar-collective with his new feathery fren
*trigger warning, description of blood and violence*
Agent Phoenix: *on a mission, minding their own business*
Reginald: *telling a story about a duck he saw on the way to work* yes and then you wouldn't believe it! It bit me!
Agent Phoenix: that sucks. Sorry that happened.
Reginald: you know, you may find this funny but it reminded me of when I was 15 and I was walking through the same park on my way home from my first part time job when I was assaulted by a group of ruffians who thought they were going to be the next big crime lords of the city. They beat me within an inch of my life and one of them nearly bit my finger off when I tried to fight back! It was only hanging on by a flap of skin! I crawled my way to a phone booth; leaving quite the trail of blood and called my mother to take me to the hospital! I couldn't afford an ambulance! They told me I should be dead with how much blood I lost! But they put me back together and months later I was back on my feet. You know what I did?
Agent Phoenix: *horrified* ... What did you do, Handler?
Reginald: remember when I told you about the old, gun through the mail slot trick? You're talking to the man who invented that one. Shattered each and every one of their kneecaps and let 'em die where they lay. Next thing you know, I'm getting offered a job here at the EOD! I was told "anyone who can live through that and still have an itchy trigger finger even with those stitches would be a valuable asset here" and they were right! I basically run this show you know.
Agent Phoenix: ...
Reginald: Anyway agent, I will still feed the duck again tomorrow and hopefully we can become friends! Imagine me running around with a little pet duck waddling around behind me!
Agent Phoenix: ... Just one quick question.
Reginald: yes?
Agent Phoenix: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Reginald: well-
Agent Phoenix: follow up question, WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WOULD FIND THAT FUNNY?!
Living the Dream with my platonic wifey and hubby🥰
(Yes, I am actually controlling this🤣)
A few minutes later
Worker on the P.A: will a Reginald Crane come pick up their child at the front desk?
*the gang goes shopping*
Reginald: okay, Phoenix, no wandering off. In order to keep you out of trouble, one of us will be holding your hand at all times so you can't leave.
Phoenix: *looking down at both of their empty hands ten minutes later when everyone else got distracted and walked away* ... Hm...
Phoenix: *slips away from the group so quietly no one notices* a shadow in the night.
Pt 2 of Pheoness and Reggie fluff!
Paperwork and files was scattered all over his desk and even some on the floor. Reginald’s body was on his couch, seemingly unconscious. “Reginald..?” She whispered, taking a small step inside. No response. She repeated herself a little louder but still nothing from him. She quietly makes her way to the couch. He was just asleep, his eyes were shut tightly and she could here a light snore from him every now and then. The poor thing was probably exhausted from all his work. The thing Pheoness was most worried about was the visible tear stains that ran down his cheeks. Without warning, his body tensed up and his breathing quickened. It was as if he was in pain. Pheoness, slightly startled, shook him gently to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open at her touch and his eyes landed on Pheoness “Oh..Agent…what are you doing here..? You should’ve gone home by now.” He muttered. His voice seemed a little strained. “I just came in to check on you..” she sat in front of the couch “What’s wrong…? You look like you were having a panic attack in your sleep?” He rubbed his eyes warily “Just…some silly nightmares…really nothing of your concern.” She raised an eyebrow “If it’s so silly then…what’s…this..?” She says, gently wiping a tear of his cheek. He sighs, knowing he can’t lie to her “Just….promise you won’t tell anyone? Not even Agent Pheonix?” She nods calmly, waiting for him to tell her what was on his mind “Ever since you two survived the Death Engine…it’s hard not to think about….if you didn’t.” Did she hear her right? He was worried about her and Pheonix? So much that he’s having nightmares about it?! Pheoness put on a stoic expression, even though she wanted to cry there and then. How was she supposed to deal with this? She wasn’t good at comfort and she certainly wasn’t used to someone caring. She hesitantly placed a hand on his head, giving his head a slight pat before combing her fingers through his hair. “Am I doing this right..?” She asked awkwardly. This was the last thing he thought she would do, but it wasn’t unwelcome. “It’s….oddly comforting..” he says with a content sigh. Physical touch wasn’t her thing, but she felt herself slowly getting used to it. And if it made her friend happy, she was comfortable with continuing. He would probably know how much his concern meant to her. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, Reginald’s eyes slowly drooping shut. Pheoness stopped when she noticed he finally feel back into a peaceful slumber, she gently took his glasses off his face and set it on his desk. It was late enough and she should go to sleep to be up to work tomorrow. “Goodnight, Reggie…” she whispered. She couldn’t stop thinking about how precious he was before shutting the door behind her.
I saw Reggie angst so in return, I write Pheoness and Reggie fluff pt 1
(The angst was this https://www.tumblr.com/wyvchard/757213464395759616/wip-to-be-named?source=share)
(This takes place after Death Engine. Why is it so long? I honestly have no idea)
The glow from the summer stars lit the inactive Agency building. It was so late that most of the employees went home or fell asleep. The only light from the building was from a tiny office window, Pheoness’s office. There was a faint sense of nostalgia in the air as Pheoness packed her belongings into the last box. In a few days, her and Agent Pheonix would be relocated to another area for their missions. The location was top secret, so not even they knew where their new quarters would be. She wasn’t just a novice rookie anymore, she was in the big leagues! All of this was exciting to her but, she’s been in this office ever since she met her new friends. Memories, both good and bad, filled this quaint little office. Despise chipped at her tired body as she stored away her valuables and she stopped when the familiar feeling of a cold wood frame met her hand. She looks at the item in her hand, a picture of her, Pheonix, and Reginald. They all looked so joyous and even Pheoness had a soft smirk on her face. Though the longing lingered on her like a bad aftertaste, it was washed away by realization. The place where she made these memories will soon be gone, but the people she made it with will not. She felt so lucky to finally have people who respected and cared for her and ecstatic to make even more new memories with them. With the last box packed, her work was finally completed and she could hit the hay. Pheoness remembered Reginald was still awake a few hours ago. Director Morales doesn’t go easy on the paperwork after all. It wouldn’t hurt to say goodnight before she leaves. Unlike the loud, bustling, atmosphere during the day, it was dead silent with only dim overhead lights making her surroundings visible. As she got to his door, she realized the lights inside were off. Dang it, he already left. She really wanted to see him right now…oh well….guess she’ll see him tomorrow. She was about to leave until something stopped her. A noise. One so small, but so powerful it make her blood run cold. The sound of muffled sobs. She gripped the handle of the door, mentally trying to prepare herself for whatever is behind the door, she’s no therapist and definitely not good with handling any sort of emotions. With whitened knuckles, she softly twists the handle and makes a slim opening in the door so she could see what was happening.
Me and my sister are little gremlins
Me and my little sister were having a good time playing the ieytd series when we started a “discussion” on who’s the best male character in the game. I was #TeamReginald and my sister was #TeamJuniper. This sums up the whole conversation in a nutshell
My sister: Juniper has everything! He’s hot, charismatic, funny, and an amazing actor and villain! What more can I give? Me: Did he try to hurl himself into the depths of the ocean to try and save you when a giant security squid threatened your life? I didn’t think so:)
We must settle this the right way