If One For Reginald Is Made This Is What I Would Do

First Drawing of these two babies🥰

I couldn’t decide on which design I should make for my main Phoenix so now I have both Phoenix and Pheoness! I love both of them💙🧡

Agent Phoenix is more goofy, lighthearted and laid back. Pheoness is more stoic and sarcastic but both of em are reckless little goofballs who love chaos and arson. The perfect duo

(Please do not ship these two. Phoenix is in his thirties while Pheoness is in her late fourties)

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

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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“Wha-…sure..Pheonix has done worse things with a microwave.”

Pheonix giggles “It’s true, we had half of the agency building into ashes for weeks!”

(this is @phoenix-and-found-family btw you have anon asks turned off (no judgement here))

[Well, this was just peachy. They had plans tonight, too. It wasn't their first interrogation, not by a long shot, but they wanted out of here.]

"Hey, dude?" [They said, interrupting the person currently trying to "Good Cop" them.] "I'll tell you the whole truth if you get someone else to do this."

"...I'd like to see your version of Agent Phoenix."

”W…..which one..?”

The agent states, a little confused

WHO WANTS TO START AN IEYTD ROLEPLAY I WANT MY TWO BABIES TO GET INTO SOME SHENANIGANS!

Phoenix and Reginald core 🥰🥰

Dad: I got this

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😏)

she pours him a small glass

“That’s all you get. Pheonix gets drunk all the time and trust me. It’s NOT pretty”

Kai is wandering around the place, probably lost again, and finds an office with a door slightly open. He stops for a moment, considering just going about his day, but (being the slightly nosy person he is) decides some friendly conversation couldn't hurt.

He pushes the door open, "Anyone in here?"

@agent--shadow

”Who’s there?” Pheoness remarks, leaning back on her favorite spinney chair

They told me to paint a moon! How did I get this?!

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💛