#phoenix fluff

viper

her armory

Viper doesn’t usually let anybody touch her weapons and utilities; however, when she finds herself in the predicament between only having ten minutes left until they left for the mission and twenty gas bombs to be filled, she unwillingly lets you help her out. though, as she watches your skilled hands handle her equipment so tenderly and gently, as if you knew how important it was to her, she couldn’t help but feel a slight spark light up in her chest. her eyes quickly flicker to your face to see if you noticed her minimal change in demeanor, but when she sees you furrowing your eyebrows in concentration with a slightly pouted mouth, she concentrates on the next gas bombs at hand instead. after this incident, you become the only person allowed in her lab whenever she needs some extra two pair of hands.

yoru

‘his’ garden

I headcanon yoru to have a little garden on the hq grounds that he doesn’t keep (of course), but is still his quiet place where he comes to rest and be alone. when he finds you sitting there for the first time, he becomes irrationally irritated, telling you harshly to leave and to not touch ‘his’ place again. when he sees your hurt expression before you walk away, he feels a slight sting in his heart. after all, you hadn’t done anything wrong; hell, you probably were just resting for a bit without even knowing yoru liked to have this place by himself. his ego definitely wouldn’t let him apologize but he does tell you sometime after that you could go there if you ever wanted to. will probably avoid stopping by after he tells you though because he’s a little scaredy cat.

phoenix

his wounds

After being particularly scratched up after a fight, the whole team is being healed by sage which leaves you, one of the first ones to be completely bandaged up, to help her out. as she tends to skye, you are in the midst of desanitizing phoenix’ wounds when he lets out a quiet hiss. you quickly say sorry, flashing him an apologetic smile as you continue with the cotton pad. phoenix just nods, fixing his attention on your face to distract him from his burning (haha) pain. all of a sudden he feels the weird urge to embrace you; so he does, leaving you completely frozen still as you try to cope with what was happening. when confronted with it later, phoenix simply blames it on the mission and all of the pressure that was falling off of him at that moment. but you both know it was something else.

sage

her garden

Remember how i mentioned yoru’s garden earlier? well the one who actually tends to it is - to no one’s surprise - sage !!

so when you take interest in her work in the garden for the first time and ask her to show you around, she catches a glimpse of you smelling a lily up close. when you notice her staring you laugh, which sends a pang right through her chest and she can’t help but blush. before you can ask her what’s wrong, yoru comes around the corner, freezing in his steps when he sees the both of you. hurriedly, you guys leave since sage has already told you about yoru’s situation.

jett

her knives

When you ask her to teach you how to spin your knife like she does, she can’t help but admire the agility and flexibility of your hands which is the key point to knowing how to handle a knife efficiently. without her even realizing it, a whole morning has gone by and you guys have to leave for your mission. when you grab your gun, you also put jett’s knife that you were practicing with in your pocket. when jett spots you spinning it nervously on the battle field later, all she can think about is getting you safely out of here so she could teach you some more knife tricks.

omen

comforting silence

I imagine omen to be someone who values his silence and being left alone a lot, which started as being his involuntary state but is now his preferred way of being. so when he takes off to the far right corner of the room to knit and you come in, he expects to have to disappear. feeling a shift in energy, you spot him sitting there, tense, as if already in the process of leaving the room. you smile, happy, since you’ve never gotten to be in the same room as him for a longer time than five seconds. you have no urge to speak to him since you just want to sit down and read your book; so you do exactly that. unsure on how to proceed in this scenario, omen just stays still, not moving until you have completely settled into your chair. omen watches your face silently as you open the first pages of your book, shifting to get more comfortable and he feels himself relax more and more, guiding his attention back to his knitting. about half an hour into his activity, he looks up and finds you asleep. if you had been awake, you probably could’ve heard the shadow’s heartbeat, as he carries you to your room, leaving his newly knitted scarf next to you on your pillow.

It went like it always did. It was a stand off in your kitchen, late at night once Natasha was home and disclosed the possibility of another deployment and perhaps, a squadron mission. The weight of Natasha’s words never lulled and the blow to your gut never softened.

You wanted to be there for Nat, your Tash. You wanted to console her, ask how she was, ask what was next, but your deep fear of the unknown and being left alone in the world always bubbled to the surface first.

“For you? You don’t think I can’t see how this eats you up? You don’t think I care?” Natasha’s voice raised an octave higher. She would never shout at you, but her frustration was creeping through. “I will always care about you. I think about you every time I’m up in that sky.”

It was at this point that Natasha raised her arm to figuratively point towards the sky with her hand and you flinched away in a split second. Your body instinctively retreated into muscle memory and your brain went into auto drive. You turned away from her, feeling the tears sting the corners of your eyes.

A beat of deafening silence clouded your dimly lit kitchen. “Fuck-” Natasha breathed out, her eyes going wide, with panic clouding her normally bright and fiery gaze. “Baby? I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She reached out to place her hand on the table in your view, to tell you she was there but wouldn’t overstep anything if you didn’t want it right now. “I- I didn’t mean to. You know I would never.”

Natasha was aware of your past and she had done the most to help you. You know she didn’t mean it intentionally. “Just the heat of it all and you-” You motioned Natasha’s previous movements. “I’m sorry.”

You turned back to face her and Natasha could read your body language from years of learning you. She understood she could now bridge that gap and she gently placed her hands on your arms and gave them a light, reassuring squeeze.

“You never have to apologise. I am sorry.” She paused fleetingly as you met her eyes. “This whole situation is shit, but I never want you to think that I don’t think about you. Every time I see a sunset or sunrise when I’m flying, I always think of you. We’ll work this out, like we always do. Okay, my dove?”

You nodded. “Can we talk about this tomorrow, Tash? I’m so tired. I can’t think straight.”

“Of course, baby. Honestly, me neither. They got us flying the most God awful routes today. For the first time in five years I thought I was gon’ puke.”

You let out a small laugh with Natasha for the first time this evening. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and she pulled you closer, smiling against you. “C’ mon. I want to kiss my sweet girl in bed.”

~ I absolutely love this idea.

~I think they'd have met in like sephora or ulta or something.

~Phoenix looked completely lost and this pretty young woman came wandering over to her.

~Asked her if she needed help with anything.

~Phoenix told her what she was having trouble with and the young woman helped her out quickly.

~Before walking away she turned to Phoenix handing over her phone.

~ “I think you're super attractive and would love to see you again sometime.”

~Phoenix was taken aback, she was used to men hitting on her but not women.

~Especially as cute and young as the one standing before her.

~She put her number in her phone and then they parted ways.

~They talked constantly after that.

~Literally talked about everything under the sun.

~When CYG told Phoenix how young she was, Phoenix was a tiny bit hesitant to pursue anything.

~CYG being like 19-21.

~Confided in Rooster who encouraged her to go for it.

~They exchanged snapchats and every time Phoenix would post a picture of her or of her and the guys, the CYG would be sliding up hyping her up.

~ Their first date consisted of coffee and thrift shopping.

~ They had a lot of fun and it was instant chemistry.

~There was barely a day after that they weren't together.

~It was a whirlwind of romance and they moved in together within months.

~CYG was constantly pulling Phoenix into tiktok trends.

~CYG having to explain new slang and trends to Phoenix.

~They got a cat together from a shelter and it is their little baby.

~CYG is a nanny and on her rare days off she goes and has lunch with Phoenix on base.

~One time she sees one of her friends dads there (Admiral Simpson) and it was a little awkward. (Will write this as a little blurb if anyone wants me to.)

~Also a college student majoring in Psychology.

~The family that CYG nannies for loves Phoenix and has approved of her coming over and spending time with CYG and the kids anytime she wants.

~Phoenix is so good with the kids and they love playing with her when she's over.

~CYG integrated into the Squad well.

~Got made fun of by Harvard and Yale for still being in college.

~Hangman was actually the first person she got along with.

~They became super close much to Phoenix's dismay.

~But he had defended their relationship and the fact that CYG was still in college.

~CYG's friends absolutely adore Phoenix and love the two of them together.

~Phoenix always feels out of touch with them though and normally just sits quietly confused.

~They occasionally got mistaken for siblings instead of girlfriends because of the age gap.

~Both of their families had questions and concerns over the relationship.

~Phoenix would occasionally get insecure that CYG wouldn't want to stay with her.

~CYG would reassure her constantly however and would never get upset with her insecurities.

~Would go to pride together and have the time of their lives.

~The first deployment was rough for the both of them. will be posting a oneshot of this soon)

~Overall they are both super head over heels for each other.

A/N: Thank you for this request Sylvia! I am completely fucking obsessed with this idea. No one better be surprised when I make a series around this. I also maybe already have the awkward Beau, CYG, Nat scene written up lol.

Tags(Open): @wkndwlff @eternallyvenus

Bob:

Bob: Yes I am.

Hangman: Going into G-lock!

You: Do you want to go out?

Bob:

Bob: Yes I would. 

Hangman:

Phoenix: 

Phoenix: Huh...Quickest recovery from G-lock I’ve ever seen. 

Hangman: Beginner’s luck. 

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“Hmgbvdf… goo’ mor’…” He manages to mumble out, eyes slowly cracking open from his position, head in his arms on the desk.

“Phoenix… did you stay up doing work again?”

It’s a rhetorical question, really, as the evidence is scattered all around him. Peeling himself off the desk, he offers you an apologetic smile.

“I just had a lot of testimonies to comb through. Figured I might as well get them done when I could.”

Moving forward, you run a gentle hand through his tousled hair - he must have been stressed for it to have become this much of a mess when he didn’t even sleep in a bed.

“… Was it the insomnia again?”

“…”

Phoenix looks down for a moment, then reaches out to hug your waist, pulling you closer. You continue to pet his head, fingers teasing apart stray tangles in his hair. He nods silently against your stomach, and you take a deep breath in, out.

“You know I’ll always be here, right?”

He leans back to meet your gaze with a soft smile. “And you know you’re too good for me, right?”

You ruffle his hair and snort. “Don’t make me argue with you over that again. You might be the lawyer but that is a fight I won’t back down from.”

Phoenix laughs, a full-bodied sound of delight that makes your heart swell. “I could never win against you, dear.”

“Then tell me when you can’t sleep, alright? And we can chase away all those thoughts together.”

Bending down, you drop a tender kiss on his forehead. He takes the opportunity to literally sweep you off your feet, tugging you into his lap.

“Phoenix!”

You scold him for taking you by surprise, lightly slapping his arm, but your giggling eliminates any kind of sternness from your tone. He chortles, shoulders shaking with mirth, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, always.” You don’t miss the sincerity in his gaze.

Your own grin is impossibly fond as you put your hand in hers smiling at the feeling of her skin-warm wedding ring against your hand as you do so.

"It was cold in bed.” You pout before continuing, “My personal heater went away." You shrug your shoulders as you say those words, grinning when she twirls you into a spin before meeting her for a kiss. It's soft and sweet, and it's made even sweeter with the cinnamon and chocolate on her tongue. Before either of you can take your kiss too far, a tiny hand tugs at the bottom of your shirt.

"Mama! Mama! D'stowm woke me up!"

You grab your big girl, picking her up and setting her against your hip. You press a kiss against her hair, still baby soft, but growing longer every day and wonder where the time went. You can still remember how her feet had felt batting a staccato rhythm against your ribs every day. And now she’s already five years old. 

“Yeah, Ellie?” Your voice is soft as you snuggle her. 

“Yeah, Mama. I woke Mommy up cause I was scawed.” She’s so proud of herself for coming to get one of you when she was scared. “An den when Mommy checked on Mawia she was ‘wake too. So we’s having a pawty in the kitchen.”

“A kitchen party, huh? What do you say, Miss Ellie? Is there room for Mama in your kitchen party?” Your smile is soft as you grin at your wife while Ellie thinks. Her little nose is scrunched and you can see a smear of chocolate across her cheek as you chronicle the emotions on her face. “So?” Your voice is wheedling as you tickle her tummy just a little. Ellie’s soft giggles turn into a huge smile as she launches herself into Tasha’s arms. “Yes, Mama. You can join! Mommy made hot choco! Like ‘Buela Ellie!”

“Like your Abuela Ellie?” You grin at your wife’s wink as she sets Ellie on the counter next to Maria and continues stirring the hot chocolate. 

“Did you help Mommy make the hot choco, Ellie?” You smile as you gather Maria into your arms,  the baby nuzzling up against your chest sleepily as her older sister chatters on about everything she remembers about making Tasha’s mom’s hot chocolate recipe. The elder Elena is one of your favorite people in the world. When your family had disowned you for falling in love with Natasha, she’d welcomed you into her arms and her family. She’s your Mama just as much as she is Tasha’s now. And she’s Ellie and Maria’s Abuela. She’d cried so hard when she’d met Ellie for the first time and you’d told her you’d named your baby girl after the only mother you knew. She’s your rock, forever and always.

You grin when Maria fists your sleep shirt, cooing, “Little miss, you’re up way past your bedtime, huh? Mama’s got you. Sleep, my darling. Sleep.” 

You’re rocking Maria, a gentle shuffling sway, when Tasha presses a kiss into your shoulder and pushes a mug to you. It’s the perfect temperature and as the spiced chocolate bursts sweetly across your tongue, you feel your heart swell. Tasha’s got Elena sipping on cooled chocolate from a sippy cup against her shoulder as her other arm is curled around your waist. It’s quiet in the golden glow of your kitchen lights. Tasha’s turned the speaker off and in the silence all you can hear is the rainstorm outside and the soft snuffling breaths of your daughters. The thunder and lightning have stopped, the rain easing in intensity until only the gentlest taps are heard on the windows. It’s not long before both your daughters are asleep. You’d shared your mug of chocolate with Tasha, the both of you sipping in turns as you’d rocked your babies to sleep. The cleanup is left for the next day as by tacit agreement you lay your girls to sleep and curl into each other back in your room.

“I love you, Amor.” You smile as you drag her closer, pressing a kiss into her collarbone.

“Love you, Tash.” Your own response is sleep-slurred and tender as you fall asleep in the arms of the woman you swore to spend your life with.

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