#phoenix fic

[lt-natrace]

Bruised Knuckles || Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Hi everyone, I've been a little MIA on here writing wise because my classes started again and I have been struggling with a balance of classes, work, and writing but here I am! I wrote this for @callsign-phoenix and her 500 follower celebration. I chose the prompt "Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood"

Description: Phoenix doesn't take shit from men that offend her or nurse!reader girlfriend

Content: includes violence, blood, sexist/gross comments from men, fluff at the end, phoenix is a badass

Word Count: 1.3k

Thank you to @blue-aconite for looking this over, it was very appreciated <3

The first time Phoenix saw you, she was in for a sprained ankle from a team bonding game day. In fact, as soon as you entered the room the pain in her ankle had magically disappeared and all she could focus on was trying to make you laugh. Bob saw right through her actions and mumbled out a “really Phoenix?” as soon as you left the room. From that moment on, she did whatever she could to see you and after two months of fake concussions and cold symptoms, she got the nerve to ask you out for a drink. 

That first date was almost 4 months ago. Since then you had gone on several more and eventually became an official couple. Due to the relationship being so fresh, the two of you decided to keep it under wraps, only letting a few close friends know of what was going on. Which is how Phoenix ended up at the Hard Deck without you. She insisted on you coming out with them but being in a sweaty bar with all the pilots you’d taken care of was the last place you wanted to be. 

Almost immediately after she got her first drink Hangman challenged Phoenix to a game of pool. The two of them were known for going up against each other in anything they could, especially a game of pool where the loser buys a round. While standing back to observe Hangman’s plan of attack she heard a few men letting out belly laughs across the pool table before one of them spoke above the rest, “I’m just saying that seeing a girl like that makes me wish they ditched the scrubs and went back to those little white dresses that nurses used to wear.”

Phoenix could’ve swore she felt her blood heat up as she continued to listen, hands tightening around the pool cue. Bob noticed her whitening knuckles and looked to where her eyes were set in a stare. Upon listening further, Bob immediately understood the cause of her growing rage. He shot her a warning look which was promptly ignored as Phoenix straightened her posture and took a step forward.  

“Phoenix-” Bob started in a low voice to avoid drawing attention as he stuck his hand in front of her.

He was cut off by Phoenix’s pool cue being handed to him as she walked by, “It’ll be real quick, Bob.”

The other members of the team quieted and shared confused glances before looking towards Bob for an explanation. He ignored their looks, focused on Phoenix’s actions as she made her way towards the men.

“Couldn’t help but overhear you talking about that new nurse, the one that should ditch the practical scrubs?” She questioned, cocking her head in an attempt to play dumb.

The taller of the men sat up straighter and glanced at the others before looking back to Phoenix and speaking up, “I mean yeah, what does it matter? We’re at a navy bar and if it offends you, maybe this job isn’t right for a little girl like you.”

Phoenix let out a scoff before trying to swallow her anger as she took a step forward, “Just didn’t like some of the things I heard, pretty disrespectful to talk about someone in the same field as you like that.”

“C’mon honey-“ The man tried but was cut off by Phoenix’s fist hitting his nose, blood pouring out almost immediately

Bob jumped forward as soon as it happened to help defend his pilot’s actions, mumbling out curses as he set the pool cue against the wall. Phoenix held up her hand to stop him as she grabbed her jacket from the chair and left cash on the counter before Bob could lecture her or anyone could ask questions.

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The sound of your door unlocking caused you to jump up and check the time on the stove, wondering if you’d fallen asleep and missed Phoenix’s call asking to be picked up. To your surprise it was only 10pm, she had never been home this early after a night out but you couldn’t complain. 

“Hey baby,” she greeted you, bringing you in for a kiss before you could ask any questions, “I brought home some pizza in case you were hungry.”

Her actions continued to confuse you, “Thank you, but we ate dinner like 3 hours ago, right before you left. Everything alright?” You asked, struggling to finish your sentences as she continued to push your hair out of your face and pepper kisses on your cheeks.

“Everything is fine, even better now that I’m back here with you.” She mumbled against your jaw before placing kisses down your neck, smirking as you let out a quiet moan. 

As you realized what she was trying to do, you grabbed her hands from your face, not missing the slight wince in her face as the palm of your hands brushed her knuckles. On instinct you flipped her hands over to look at the tops of them, noting the dried blood and blue bruises forming. 

She ripped her hands back and your eyes met hers, “I can explain but I promise I’m fine.”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!” You exclaimed, grabbing her hands back to take a closer look. “Jesus, Nat.”

Before she could protest anymore, you pulled her into your bathroom and helped her onto the counter and out of her jacket. You shuffled around under the sink until you found everything you needed, a giggle leaving Phoenix’s mouth as she saw how much you had pulled out, “You can put away the tape and gauze, the blood’s not mine.”

When you looked up at her, she was staring at her knuckles and trying to rub the blood off of her skin in order to avoid eye contact with you. As you saw her smile fall and turn to a look of shame you stood up to be at eye level, grabbing her face in the process. 

“What the hell did you get into?” You asked, forcing her to keep eye contact. She stayed silent for a moment and you let her gaze fall back to her bruised knuckles.

“He was talking about you,” she mumbled out after a moment, your confused look urging her to keep talking, “the guy at the bar, some new recruit, was saying disrespectful things about you and I just couldn’t stand to sit there and listen anymore.”

Your heart swelled as you listened to her story. You were the kind of person to brush off gross comments about your profession, your body, or whatever else men decided they had something to say about you. To have someone that respected you enough to say something in your defense was such a new concept and it made you fall even harder for the woman in front of you that was trying her best not to stain the counter with blood. 

“Oh baby…” you whispered, barely loud enough to be heard above the fan and movie playing in the next room.

Phoenix looked up with apologetic eyes, “I didn’t mean to make a scene-”

You cut her off with a harsh kiss, cupping her face to keep her close. After a moment, she reached her hands up to yours to get your attention to pull away, “Are you mad that I might have spoiled this secret thing we’ve had going on?”

“I could never be mad at you for this,” you replied, holding her face close to yours, “but no more fighting, you’re too good at what you do for your skills to be washed down the drain.”

“Deal, but only if you put your skills to use and fix up my hands so I can thank my pretty girl” She said, a smirk appearing on her face.

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[sebsxphia]

Hi I love your work! You write them so well that I wish I could be in the story. Could you write something cute and fluffy for Phoenix? Its really hard to find good fluff for female characters compared to male characters.

lipstick.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ description: natasha fixes up your make-up one evening but you have other ideas.

￫ c/w: kissing, fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i haven’t actually written any full fics for natasha, so i couldn’t say no to this idea dear anon! @lilacfairy-13 thank you so much for being my beautiful muse for this piece. this is part of seb’s soft sunday. find the other fics here! 💌

“Stay still!” Natasha ordered once more with a laugh following after her firm tone. Her thighs were planted firmly over your torso, keeping you pinned down to your mattress underneath. She was leaning down to meet your face with her makeup brush.

Being a pilot meant she had a steady hand as she was trained to keep the aircraft level, however she could not keep a steady hand as you giggled and fidgeted underneath her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop it now.” You took a deep breath to compose yourself through your nose and steadied your face, tucking your lips together to hold yourself from bursting into another fit of laughter.

You closed your eyes again and her brush glided over your right eyelid with ease and composure. She leant back and cocked her head once to the left and then once to the right to admire her work. She nodded in agreement with herself and dipped the brush back into the pallet to add another stroke of colour and blend them together.

“Mm, I feel like your canvas right now.”

“That’s because you’re a work of art in my eyes, angel.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again as Natasha leaned back down to add the new colour to the edge of your eyelid. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew Natasha was wearing a love sick smile right now at her romantic one liner.

“You excited for tonight?” Her voice was quiet again as she was close to your face, her eyes trained cautiously on her movement. You could feel her warmth fan over your cheek and they instinctively turned a rosy red underneath her. ‘No need for blush’, you thought.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just still so nervous, what if they don’t like me Tash?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah but, these are your squad friends. You literally perform life or death missions with them, they’re basically family. What if they don’t like me?”

Natasha pulls away from your statement. She can sense the worry in your wavering voice and your eyes opened to catch hers.

You weren’t exactly wrong. The Dagger squad were Natasha’s family now and sure she knew Jake could pull some awful jokes from time to time, but no matter how many times she seemed to reassure you, you were still worried stiff about meeting them for the first time tonight.

She took your hands in hers still wedged over your torso. “What can I do to make it easier, baby?”

Natasha saw the cogs turning in your brain as you genuinely tried to come up with a serious answer, but all that dawned on your face was that signature playful smile that she’d come to love so much about you.

“Kiss me, kiss me better!” You protested dramatically with your head thrashing about in turn.

Natasha barked out a laugh and came down to still your face as not to ruin your make-up but also so she could press her lips to yours.

“Come here, you.”

Her hands let go of yours and she cupped your cheeks instead, letting her lips press feverishly against yours. Your head lifted off the pillow to meet her touch and you let out a soft little moan against her that was immediately swallowed by her searing kiss. She pulled away briefly only to place one, two, three and four kisses repeatedly against your lips.

Like a Doctor that had prescribed their patient love sick medication, she pulled away and picked back up her make up brush.

“Better?” You hummed in agreement and fell back against the soft pillows underneath. A blissful smile was plastered on your face and your eyes fluttered.

“Your eyes are done, lipstick now.” She switched out her make up brush for the lipstick colour that would match perfectly.

She leaned back down to your face and painted your lips. She went to pull away put you leaned up as far as your torso could whilst being trapped underneath her and pressed your lips back against hers.

“I thought we could wear matching lipstick?” You cocked your head to the side admiring the small smudge that was now painted on Natasha’s lips.

She padded her finger on the edge of her lips and looked down at her finger, noticing her lips weren’t fully covered.

“I think I need a touch up.” And she leaned back down to finish off what you started.

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[autumntouched]

omg i am a firm believer that 1.) jake was born to be a girl dad and 2.) nat notices her tiny bump one day before showering and she calls him into the bathroom and she’s standing there all giddy and is like “do you notice something different about me” and he immediately starts crying when he notices the little bump 🥹🥹

Day 20 of Ode to Phoenix

Did I want to write the Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests in order? Yes. Did that happen? Apparently not. This one just jumped out of me, and I was in too deep to write anything else for today

Jake as a girl dad has me 😍🥰🥹 He definitely was

Omg, I am giggling kicking my feet at this thought about her baby bump discovery 💗

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha has a Baby on Board, and it's not Bob

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, early pregnancy partner struggles, mention of oral sex but nothing explicit

A/N: To whoever requested, I hope you enjoy my love xx

Do You Notice Something Different?

Natasha stumbles into the bathroom and pushes her hair out of her face, grateful it’s finally Saturday. Despite listening to her family and friends talk about their pregnancies for several years, nothing prepared her for the level of exhaustion she’s felt these last few weeks. Jake has pretty much taken over everything in their life that isn’t her job. Including making an early morning run to the grocery store because she’s craving lemon, blueberry ricotta pancakes she once had at a restaurant in New York City.

She strips off her pajamas before emptying her bladder for the third time already this morning. While she pees, Natasha closes her eyes and drops her head into her hands. Outside of deployments, the last few weeks are the longest she and Jake have gone without having sex since they started hooking up. Whether she’s been too tired, too sick, or too sore, usually some combo thereof, he's taken it all in stride. He's even been understanding about her not wanting him to touch her, although she can tell that part has been the hardest on him. Until recently, she hadn't realized how important their physical connection is to him.

But it finally seems like she’s coming out the other side of the miserable first weeks with her appetite, for food and sex, starting to return. At least this morning she'd been able to think about giving Jake a blow job without triggering her gag reflex.

She flushes the toilet and leans forward over the sink to wash her hands. Tentatively, she ventures a look in the mirror. Her face is getting its color back, although the faint lines around her eyes and mouth have deepened. Her breasts, well, those are definitely different. They're fuller and heavier, stretching her bras to the brink of their adjustments. She'll have to buy new ones soon.

Her hands freeze as her gaze drifts down further. Is that a trick of the reflection? Hurriedly, Natasha straightens and looks down at her stomach. It's slight, but it's there. A little bump in her abdomen. She sucks in her stomach, but it keeps its shape.

She turns off the water and dries her hands, accidentally pulling the towel off the rack in her rush. She tosses it onto the counter and places her hands flat on her sides then slides them to meet in the middle of her stomach. They rise slightly before they stop over her belly button. Definitely a bump.

Hand over her mouth, Natasha looks in the mirror and turns to check her profile, to be sure. There it is. A small, round protrusion. The first sign of Jake's birthday baby.

"Jake!" she shouts. "Jake, come here!"

In her excitement, she doesn't realize that screaming for her husband while pregnant might send the wrong signal. "What is it!" There's a commotion in the kitchen and then the sound of Jake's footsteps pounding through the house. "Nat! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he yells. Oh shit, he's going to break his neck thinking she's hurt.

"Wait, I'm fine, but come here!" she calls back. It doesn't sound like he's slowed down. "I'm fine!"

He bursts into the bathroom with a look of panic on his face, hands still covered in flour from making her pancakes. But she's too excited to wait for him to calm down.

"Do you notice something different about me?" she asks giddily, holding her arms out at her sides.

For a long moment, Jake looks like he's still trying to process that he didn't find her in a heap on the floor. Then his eyes drift down her body, and she can't really blame him when they get stuck on her breasts. His face goes bright red, although there's an aroused gleam in his eye. He swallows but doesn't say anything.

She knows why he's silent and finds yet another reason to fall in love with him. Not that she'd dwelled on having a smaller chest much, because it's generally convenient as an aviator, but it was always something that made her self-conscious in bed. Since the night early in their relationship when she'd drunkenly apologized to him for it, Jake has always made sure she knows how much he adores her perfect little chest. Which isn't quite as little anymore.

She giggles and reassures him that he won't hurt her feelings for appreciating the change. "Okay, yes. You can enjoy those later." His face gets even redder. "Besides that, notice anything different?" She turns to the side as a hint.

He drags his gaze lower and the arousal blasts right out of his face. His jaw slackens, and his eyes are bright and already glistening when he looks back up at her. "Is that?" he checks but chokes up.

Natasha bites her lip, feeling tears prick at her own eyes in response to his. She cries at the sight of a dryer sheet on the floor these days so she's not going to be able to withstand him crying. She nods. He takes a step toward her then hesitates, and her heart clenches with guilt. The last time he'd touched her, trying to help while she threw up in a bag in their car, she'd pushed him away and yelled at him to leave her alone. After apologizing for lashing out, she'd miserably told him she needed space and watched as he hid his hurt while promising her he would do whatever she needed.

She reaches out and takes his hand to bring it to her stomach. His touch remains light and uncertain so she steps into it until his large palm lies flat across the bump of their baby. She closes her eyes, feeling the protective warmth and curve of his fingers, dry and slightly rough from the flour still on them. Relief washes over her when she realizes that she's missed his caresses, the tender way his thumb strokes across her skin, the firm pressure of his love expressed in a touch.

A warm drop hits her bare shoulder, and Natasha looks up to see Jake standing over her, tears running freely down the handsome planes of his face. A few get caught in the corners of his trembling smile. "Is that our baby, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she says softly, her own vision blurry as she thumbs away the tears from his lips before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "That's our baby, sweetheart."

As hungry as she is, Natasha doesn't want him to leave her yet. She leads him into the shower and settles her back into the curve of his solid chest. They stand under the water, his temple pressed to hers, arms circled around her and hands splayed over the little bulge of their baby.

"Jake?"

He squeezes her then starts to drop his hold, but she catches his arms. "No. I don't want you to let us go."

Jake kisses the curve of her ear. "I won't," he promises.

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Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

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[bobfloydsbabe]

I thought about spreading the love but... I don't want to.

So I'm back (after some difficult deliberation) kindly asking for holding hands under the table with Pharrow

Sylv, my love. This little blurb is so far out of my comfort zone, and not something I would typically write, but considering this is the third time I got this prompt, I had to shake things up. I hope you like it.

WARNINGS: allusion to infertility, pregnancy mention

light natasha trace x oc

Months of tests, doctor’s appointments, paperwork, and failed attempts had led Natasha and Cecily here. In this office, with the stark white walls and harsh florescent lighting, time had seemed to stop.

Cecily barely heard their doctor speaking, her voice far away and muffled. She geared up for more bitter disappointment, terrified that this was the end of the road–that this just wasn’t in the cards for them.

Natasha squeezed her hand where they were joined under the table, and when Cecily turned her head to look at her wife, the knot in her stomach loosened just a little.

No matter what, they would face this together.

“This is a very long-winded way of saying congratulations,” Dr. Castillo said with a wide smile, placing her pen on the desk.

Cecily didn’t dare hope. “Congratulations?” Her eyes darted to Natasha again before returning to the doctor sitting on the other side of the desk.

“You’re pregnant.”

If Cecily squeezed Natasha’s hand any harder, it was entirely possible she’d break every bone in it. “I’m pregnant?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes.”

Tears formed in Cecily’s eyes as she rose from her seat and turned to Nat, who’d stood up right alongside her. She threw her arms around her wife’s neck and cried tears of unbearable joy into the fabric of her t-shirt.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Nat whispered into her ear, running her hands up and down Cecily’s back.

Cecily didn’t know how long they stood there embracing. She lost count of how many soothing words Natasha whispered, of how many times she tried to let go but couldn’t.

All she knew was Natasha, herself, and the baby growing inside her.

Thank you again for indulging me, Sylv!

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[t-nd-rfoot]

anna! so happy for you finishing up work, hope you can get some nice relaxing in!

i’d love to see what you can do with 🐈‍⬛ and bobby OR 👩🏻‍💻 and phoenix!!<3

Ahhh thank you so much, Ashley! And yes I’ve really had so much time to relax, writing and watching so many movies 💗

Storyteller // Writing with Natasha Headcanons

A picture is worth a thousand words, and Natasha never runs out of any

Pairing Natasha Trace x reader

Theme fluff

Word Count 493

Note Just realizing this is my first time writing for a female character! Also, forgive me if this sounds like it’s all over the place! I was writing these as I was getting ready for my Christmas eve dinner so I didn’t get to spend as much time writing and editing it 😭 but I hope you still enjoy it though!

Aside from the required communication on missions and training, Natasha is one of the pilots that prefers to let her flying do the talking for her

But when she’s on the ground, boy, does she have a way with words

Natasha loves to write

It’s not something she really broadcasts to anyone, but she’s not ashamed of it either

She’s just the type of person who reserves her words for those she wants to share it with

As a child, she always loved reading

From the stories her mom would read to her before bedtime like Stellaluna and Dr. Seuss book

To the chapter books she’d borrow from the library like the Harry Potter and Goosebumps series

So when she got a good comment from her teacher on a story-writing assignment in school, she kept at it as a hobby

She could write anything under the sun, from poetry and short stories to academic papers and articles (she was on her school paper during her junior and senior years)

But she never saw it as a career since she liked the freedom of writing whatever, whenever, and wherever she liked

Once she entered the navy, she kept up her hobby through her private diary entries and the emails she would send to you

Of course, she emailed her family too, mostly telling them she was safe, and some stories she felt were appropriate to share with them

Like the nice cafes she and Bob ate at during their lunch break and how she promises to take them there when they visit

Or the high praise she received from her superiors about her performance from their latest mission

But the emails she sends you are much more colorful

She knows how much you love her storytelling, how she spares no detail and makes it feel like you were right there with her as it happened

Paragraphs on paragraphs of Hangman and Rooster’s latest argument

And Coyote’s Gordon Ramsay-level critique on his latest pastry find

And her girl’s night with Halo, Penny, and Amelia at the Benjamin household

She’ll save some of the more serious stories for when you guys get to call because she doesn’t like you rereading and dwelling on the negative stories (which are also the ones harder for her to write)

In exchange, you email her back everything that’s been happening at home, and these easily become the highlights of her day

When she gets back home, you spot her (sort of) casually greet her fellow aviators goodbye but on the drive back home with you, she’s bursting with energy, never running out of things to share

And before going to bed, you both swap journals—filled from cover to cover with reflections, poems, and real and imagined stories from your time apart—with the pages you want each other to read already doggy-eared

(It was something you learned how to do for her during your first time apart)

When you’re both done reading it, you tuck away the journals on your shared bookshelf that’s reserved for all the notebooks both of you collected and filled in through the years

It warms her heart knowing the two of you share enough stories for a lifetime, and that your life together is definitely one for the books

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[roosterforme]

I’m just gonna scooch in here and pretend like y’all can’t see me. I’ve got a little list of asks.

- Vinnie Paz Smut

- Little Drabble about Natasha “Phoenix” losing her virginity at 19 or 20.

-Vinnie Paz smut

-also congrats on 2K that’s some top tier shit!!!!

—MANAGEMENT

Dear Management,

You guys are relentless with the VP smut...

Here's some Nat for you. This is for my 2k followers party!

Natasha pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned to look at her best friend next to her. Naked. In her bed.

"That was...." he said.

"Awkward," Nat finished for him. They both looked at each other and laughed. Soon their laughter turned into groans. They had come home from college after one semester, both still virgins. So they agreed to sleep together.

Nat turned to face him again. "Not our brightest move."

"Definitely not," he replied sheepishly. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course," she promised, discreetly trying to put her underwear back on under the blanket.

"I think.... I think I'm more into guys than girls," he whispered.

Nat's eyes snapped up to meet him. "I think I'm more into girls than guys!"

They both screamed and shared a very naked hug that was less awkward than the sex.

#emilys 2k party #teenage dirtbag #phoenix fic

[katcoquette]

My Peace

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader

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summary: requested by @kyramaximoff ! you think you're not good enough for her, and when she finds out, she makes sure you know you are.

★ word count: 818

★ tw: insecurity

★ author's note: sorry it's a little bit late my love, enjoy!

You were surrounded by naval pilots on all sides, including your favorite pilot, and the one you were celebrating tonight, Natasha. You’d all gathered at the Hard Deck following an awards ceremony where she had been highlighted for her outstanding service during a massively important, highly classified mission.

“To Phoenix!” Someone shouted, and the entire bar erupted into cheers. People patted her back and clinked her glass as they passed by where the two of you were seated at the bar, congratulating her.

You were beyond proud of her, that went without saying, but there was a part of you that felt uncomfortable with the situation, and the guilt of that was eating you up. You wanted to be happy celebrating there with her, but the whole thing felt like a reminder of how inadequate you felt sometimes.

Deep down you know that she would chastise you for thinking it, assure you that she didn’t see you that way, but your insecurities were getting the best of you that day, and although it was poor timing, you couldn’t help it.

You excuse yourself from the counter, walking out the back and onto the beach that the bar sat on. You wrap your arms around yourself, taking deep breaths in. You just needed a little bit of time, and then you’d be fine to go back in.  

“Hey.” You hear her voice from behind you, and you glance back to see her headed toward you. “Everything okay out here?”

You sniff. Tears hadn’t filled your eyes yet, but they were close to appearing, and you wanted to prevent that from happening. “I’m okay, Nat. Just a little overwhelming in there.” You try to convince her with a smile. “I’ll meet you back inside in a minute. I don’t want you to miss out on any of your celebration.”

She doesn’t say anything, coming to stand by your side instead of turning to go back in. “It’s not a celebration without you with me.” She says, giving you a soft smile. “What’s going on?”

You take a deep breath in, making a noise as you release it, some form of a chuckle, releasing the pent up feelings that were weighing on your chest.

“Y/N…You know you can tell me anything right?” You look over at her as she says this, no longer trying to hide the emotion on your face.

You sigh, deciding it would be better to get it all out.

“I just felt a little bit… insecure in there. I’m so so proud of you, don’t get me wrong it’s just…” You pause, trying to figure out how to word what you were feeling.

“You’re at the peak of your career, one of the best in your highly competitive field, and I’m just- well… I’m just average. I guess.” You choke out a self-deprecating laugh. “I just feel like I’m not good enough for you sometimes. That’s all.”

She gives you a sad smile, furrowing her brow. “What makes you think that?”

You look away from her and toward the ocean at her question. “I tell you the same stories about the same day, every. single. day. And it’s sweet of you to act like it’s interesting to you, but you’re risking your life all the time, and it’s hard for me to understand what you’re going through.” Your voice gets quieter as you finish your thought.

She places a gentle hand on your arm, forcing you to look at her again.

“You keep me grounded, Y/N. The constant adrenaline is exhausting, but when I get to come home to you-“ She pauses, fully facing you now. “Well, that’s about the only time I get to feel peace. You're my peace.”

You bite your lip, pondering her words. “I guess I’ve never thought of it that way.” She smiles, “It’s not something I’ve ever shared. But I should have.”

You give her a small smile. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? Don’t be. I should be reminding you every day.” She pulls you into a hug, wrapping her arms over your shoulders.

“And by the way-“ She adds, “I love hearing about your ‘boring’ days. You make me feel normal. I can just be me, not Phoenix, the amazing pilot.” She teases, “Just me. Natasha.” She pulls away and gives you another smile, her tone more genuine now.  

She holds your arms, emphasizing the next sentence that comes out of her mouth. “You’re extraordinary, Y/N. Just because you don’t see it all the time doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

You purse your lips, tears fully threatening to spill now, though for a completely different reason. You don’t trust your voice yet, instead just nodding.

“Ready to go back in? I can’t do it without you.” You give her another nod, taking her hand and following her back to the bar.

“Thank you.” You mumble, just before entering. She squeezes your hand, smiling. “Anytime.”

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[fknmoonmoon]

Weighed Down

A/N I guess I’m a Rooster x Phoenix shipper oops 

Warnings: anxiety/panic attacks/PTSD, swears

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He wakes just before she cries out, like his body senses the fear on the other side of the bed. Mindful of the last time she lashed out in her sleep, he takes her hand in his, holds it at arm’s length. 

“Hey,” he says, softly but loud enough to be heard through the thick fog of sleep. “Hey. You’re safe. It’s ok. I’m here.” Her eyes fly open and she pushes away from him with a sharp gasp, afraid and angry and ready to strike before reality breaks through and she makes herself relax, forces her head back into the pillow and her shoulders down away from her ears. 

“God dammit,” she sighs as she drapes her free arm over her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“S’ok.” He scoots himself close enough to lay their linked hands on her chest, a poor substitute for the weighted blanket she forgot to bring with her. “Just a dream. You’re safe. I’m here. We’re here.”

She clenches his hand tighter to her chest, releases, blows out a long, heavy breath. “Did I hit you again?”

“No.” It’s only happened once, but she’s never stopped feeling guilty. She probably never will. “Can I get you some water?”

She shakes her head, tightens her grasp again. Her breathing is steady, though he can feel her heart trying to beat out of her chest. “I was falling again. Bob was falling. We couldn’t… there weren’t parachutes, or they were broken, maybe. We were… We would have…” She doesn’t finish the thought.

“Do you want to call him?” 

She glances at the darkness outside. “It’s the middle of the night. He’s asleep. It’s fine. He’s fine.” He sees her mouth the words “he’s fine” to herself, several times over. What he should do is bundle her into the Bronco, drive her home, threaten Bob with bodily harm if he doesn’t meet them there-

“Just hold me, Roo.” 

He instinctively forms his body to her, over her, and her muscles melt under him. It makes him feel good, selfishly, that at least his body comforts her. He thinks he should buy her a weighted blanket to keep here, or maybe they should exclusively stay at her place. He just wants her to feel safe. 

“Why are we so fucked up?” She’s so quiet; he can’t tell if she meant for him to hear or not.

“We’re not fucked up,” he murmurs into her hairline by the shell of her ear. “We’re…” fucked up, he thinks, but that’s not fair. “It’s been a shit few months. It’ll get better.”

“I just want to sleep.” She curls herself tighter into him, pulls his arms closer around her chest and stomach.

He starts to hum. Fuck if he knows what else to do. He hums her favorite song til her hold on him slackened, til her heartbeat was as slow and steady as her breathing again. When sleep starts to darken the edges of his vision, he hopes they can both find some peace tonight. 

#rooster x phoenix #rooster fic #phoenix fic #top gun fic #tgm fic

[captain--sif]

I Trust You

This is what happens when I'm confronted with brainworms so severe I have to spend my lunch break writing a scene, so I can get it out of my head to be able to concentrate on work (thanks Aly and @faboostle😂)

It's part of a bigger Rooster and Phoenix are married during Top Gun: Maverick AU, which changes so many connotations of scenes during the movie, which *screams into a pillow* Yeah, I'm so normal about this Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Bob & Phoenix, Phoenix / Rooster Bob's not sure what he's been expecting her to tell him when Phoenix took him aside before the mission to tell him something important, but it's not this. AO3

There's something going on with Phoenix' face when she walks towards him. She schools it quickly enough into the mask of professionalism that she always wears, but Bob still asks: "You good?"

"Yes," she says, but there's a hint of a sigh in her voice, "but my life just got a lot more complicated."

"You wanna talk about it?"

She seems to ponder that, her gaze locked on their plane, before turning around. "Yes, actually."

There's a small pause that makes Bob thinks she's gonna reveal something big about herself, let him look behind what is Phoenix and get a glimpse at Natasha.

"I'm gonna tell you a few things, because you are my best friend, and I trust you to be calm and confidential about it, and because I think it's only fair of me to tell you before we're starting on this mission and you're stuck in my backseat for the duration of it."

Bob nods, quickly, unsure of what else to say to it, waits her out to say whatever she has to say.

"I'm pregnant," is the first thing that leaves her mouth.

Bob did not expect that. "That sounds like it does make your life more complicated," he blurts out, then: "Should you be flying?"

The latter was the wrong thing to say, he sees it as soon as he finished saying it.

"I can fly," steel is in her voice, "there's no backing out now. That's not what I needed to tell you, I just wanted to. And I needed to tell someone before going up there."

"What about the father?" Bob asks, because he's flattered to be considered so close to her to he be the first one to know, but he doesn't think he should be. "Wait, who is the father?" A thought enters his head. "Do you even know who the father is?”

"Relax," Phoenix says, smiling, "I don't just sleep around with whoever, I know who the father is." A beat. "That's what I need to tell you before we leave."

"Okay," he steels himself for whatever she's gonna tell him. He doesn't know what to expect at all, his brain coming up with the worst kind of scenarios, though. Why would she need to tell him who she's with before they go up in the air? It must be someone on the bridge. He tries not to grimace at the thought. It's probably not even fair to her to think of that. She's more professional than that.

"I married Rooster five years ago," she starts.

"Rooster?" He can't help but interrupt, fighting to keep his voice low. He knew they were close, but not that they were that close. It puts the relationship between his two closest friends in the squad in a different perspective.

"We kept our own names for professional reasons, so it's not really something a lot of people know, and we didn't want it to affect the team dynamic, so we didn't really tell all of you about it. We can fly together as colleagues no problem because we were colleagues first before we started dating."

Bob nods at her explanation. He can kind of understand. He can only imagine what Hangman would have done with that information.

"But this is different. I trust Rooster to do what it takes to come home, just as we will, but we know it'll be a dogfight all the way home. We might not all go home." She looks him directly in the eyes. "This isn't my first rodeo, but in case he goes down and I don't handle it as well as I should, I trust you to keep me calm."

He nods.

Phoenix smiles. "Just so you know," she finishes and turns back around to the plane, leaving him to process all the new information she just revealed to him.

There's plenty of people passing them, the other pilots walking to their own planes, maintenance and control doing their work to get the runway ready, but it's Rooster passing that makes Bob pay attention. He nods to them both, his eye contact with Phoenix a little longer (and now that Bob knows, probably also more meaningful), before he walks on, no distractions.

"Why didn't you tell him?" he asks her quietly. He knows Rooster well enough not to take him for the kind of guy who reacts badly to the news of his girlfriend, or well, wife, apparently, being pregnant. She should feel comfortable enough to tell him.

But Phoenix watches Rooster along the nose of their plane. Bob follows her eyes to where he's talking to Hangman. It's stiff, but not hostile.

"He already worries enough," she says, "knowing that I'm pregnant is the last thing he needs right now to fly this mission."

Fair enough, Bob thinks, continuing to watch the exchange. He lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder before taking the ladder up into the cockpit. It'll be his job to worry about her until they're back on deck. Hopefully all of them together.

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[swirlysmile]

thank you so much for the love on my fics! just a reminder that requests ARE open, check my pinned post for requesting rules

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[mmunchikins]

A bunch of doodles loosely inspired by a great fic 'one step at a time' by OuterWilde. Phoenix retaking the bar exam + Trucy being the best and of course, wrightworth.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #mitsurugi reiji #naruhodou ryuuichi #narumitsu #trucy wright #wrightworth fic #ace attorney fanart #gyakuten saiban #gyakuten saiban fanart #mmunchi art #beanix #aa

[n0isetanks]

can't you see we're not opposites?

#zukka #my art #sokka #zuko #their fics are like crake cocaine #forgot sokkas necklace its over #fun fact this is the second time ive linked a song by Phoenix inside the caption in one of my drawings #the first time was for a godot x phoenix from ace attorney #interesting lol

[autumntouched]

A Rough Landing

A/N: July has been brutal. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve suddenly found myself crying in the shower or deeply exhausted from a depression I can’t seem to shake or in a spiral of anxiety I don’t know how to talk myself down from. As someone who’s been driven for much of her life, I feel so lost at the moment. I’m surrounded by many wonderful people, so I’ll be okay but being happy again feels a long way off.

Natasha’s first flight after the bird strike.

Natasha removes her mask. The thing that’s supposed to help her breathe feels like it’s suffocating her. Her hands are shaking so hard, she can barely complete her post flight check. It doesn’t matter that it’s taking her longer than it should. If she tries climbing down the ladder, her legs will probably give out.

Her only comfort is that Bob isn’t faring much better. He’d thrown up as soon as their wheels bumped along the landing strip. But at least his legs can hold him enough to get to the ground. Natasha leans her forehead into her hands. How could she have worked so hard and come so far only to blow it at the finish line? If she doesn’t pull herself together, Maverick is going to ground her.

She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting there before footsteps scrape up the ladder. Natasha struggles to calm her breathing. “Just double checking my work,” she lies, voice cracking and betraying her.

“It’s just me, Phoenix,” says Maverick, and her heart sinks so hard and fast that she’s crying before she can get a grip on herself. Not just soft tears but the kind that sends snot blurting from her nose and stains her gloves dark while her shoulders shake and heave.

Maverick leans on the side of her plane, watching her completely fall apart on the eve of one of the most important missions she could fly. She’s out, and that only punches her gut harder.

“I’m not a girl,” Natasha says stupidly through her fingers, Hangman’s taunts loud in her ear, shame burning her cheeks. Her helmet feels too tight, but it’s the only thing keeping her from completely falling apart.”

Maverick snorts in spite of himself. “I’ve been around long enough to know learning to cry would save a lot of people a lot of time. And anyway, you’re doing better than I thought at this point. I was going to call it a win if you even got in your cockpit today.”

That startles her into looking over at him. Maverick’s normal intensity is softened some, the gleam in his eyes almost fatherly in a strange way. He reaches out a hand and touches her shoulder.

It’s better to face the truth head on than put it off. “We’re out, aren’t we?” She hasn’t just let herself down. She’s let Bob down too.

Maverick studies her. “Is that what you want? I’d understand. Everyone would.”

“You’d trust me on a mission? After what happened? After right now?”

A breeze ruffles his hair, revealing a few strands of gray. Up close, the crows feet at the corner of his eyes are deeper than they seem from farther away. The steady, youthful air with which he carries himself fades in the lines of wisdom carved into his face. “The only question that matters is whether you trust yourself.”

She has too much respect for him to lie, no matter how badly she wants to be picked. “I want to,” she admits.

Maverick squeezes her shoulder. “I can work with that, if you can.” He leans in closer even though they’re the only two this high up. “Being a good pilot is not never ending up in a bad spot, okay? It’s not never failing. It’s not not doubting yourself. It’s what you’re able to do when everything goes to shit and trusting you’ll figure out a way to the other side. And the more you see things go to shit, the more you’ll trust yourself to figure it out. I promise.”

Natasha drags her arm across her still running nose as something he said registers. “You didn’t think I’d fly today?”

A smile tugs at his lips. “I didn’t think you’d fly without an order,” he amends.

She sniffs and takes that in. “You’re a hard person to disappoint, sir.”

Now Maverick fully smiles. “And yet, I’ve been told what a disappointment I am many a time.”

“I talked to Rooster about that.”

He gives her shoulder a shake. “Okay, Lieutenant, this conversation is about you, not me. Let’s keep it that way.” Natasha feels a smile touch her own mouth in response. Knowing how hard he’s fighting to keep them alive, how firmly he believes in them steadies her.

“My legs still feel like jelly,” she confesses.

“I’ll walk you down. We’ll take it one step at a time okay?”

“Okay.”

He talks her through lifting herself out of the cockpit and onto the ladder. He guides her every step of the way down, just as he has been the voice in their ear from the first hop. Her legs shake when her feet finally touch the hard tarmac, but she manages to stay upright.

Rooster and Bob are waiting for her, her WSO still pale and a little green, hair flattened from sweat.

“Fuck,” Phoenix complains, both humiliated and grateful to see them.

“You told me you couldn’t fly this mission without me,” Rooster reminds her. “So here I am.”

“And what about you, Bob?” It sounds more accusing than she means for it to be.

He shrugs, tucking in his chin bashfully. “I like flying with you.”

Natasha takes them in, feels their belief in her despite everything they’ve been through. Or perhaps because of it. Maverick squinting at her in the dusk light, Rooster holding himself a little straighter than he has since he learned Maverick would be their instructor, and Bob waiting to see how she’ll lead.

Maverick taps her helmet. “Go get some rest, Phoenix. Come back again tomorrow.” It’s not a question, but she still gives him an answer as Rooster slings his arm over her shoulders and Bob falls into step beside them.

“I will, sir,” she promises.

#natasha phoenix trace #phoenix fic

[californiatowhee]

old fashioneds and tipsy daydreaming

bonus: the subsequent drunk texting

extra bonus, if you made it this far: what happens next, in fic form (spoiler: Phoenix and Miles kiss)

Behavioral Phenomenon | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 2.5k

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #ace attorney #citsiurtlanu art #citsiurtlanu fic #// haha wow a multimedia post #// this was originally just going to be just texts inspired by a prompt from the nrmt discord event #// and not actually for the discord event cause texts alone seemed like not enough but i didn't want to do more #// and then i was like i guess i should draw something so that it can go on my “art” blog #// and tipsy phoenix is a cute visual #// and then i was like ok but what if i actually... did do more #// so now there is fic too #// thank you discord event (more about that in the AO3 link)

[doydoune]

maybe we were never meant to be older than nine

caption from there is time to kill today legit one of the best aa fics out there please please go read it

version with text + close up

#them as kids. that's it that's the post #i will never stop crying about kids narumitsu #if you want to see von karma being yelled at and horrible elevator foreshadowing in a time loop this fic is for you #ace attorney #aa #ace attorney fanart #narumitsu #narumitsu fanart #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #benjamin hunter #for my fellow croissants #wrightworth #gyakuten saiban #art #fanart #sketch #doodle #help girl they're consuming my soul #dounart

[grandline-fics]

Terms of Endearment

DESCRIPTION:  You call them by a term of endearment without realising 

WARNINGS: none that come to mind.

CHARACTERS: Law, Kid, Shanks, Marco, Zoro | Ace, Sabo, Luffy

WORDS: 2,943

A/N: I decided to use Zoro as the final character. Since he and Ace tied in the poll, I might make a second one of these and use Ace and any others people may want.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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LAW

He knew it was irrational to be jealous of an inanimate object. Law knew that it’d be childish to use his Devil Fruit to take it out of your hands and claim your attention for himself. While he had enough restraint to not do that, the temptation to do so was still there. His eyes zeroed in on the book in your hand. He glowered and wondered if it was really that good, did it really deserve such intense, rapt attention that you were giving it. Your eyes were alight as you took in the words, your fingers already tucked behind the next page and ready to turn it as quickly as possible. Law watched you carefully, almost praying for your expression to turn to one of sudden boredom but it didn’t come. 

He supposed he was to blame this time, a lot of this was new to him. While your relationship had only turned to a romantic one recently, you’d both been close for a lot longer. Long enough for you both to be able to spend time together while doing entirely separate things. You only pulled your book out because he had medical charts to look over and update. Law made a mental note to try a bit harder from now on to make the time you had together one of quality.

Finally he sat back in his seat and rubbed his eyes, letting them relax from pouring over the extensive pages now neatly piled on his desk. Slowly he stood and walked to the sofa you were perched on, unmoving and seemingly unaware he was approaching. Law tried to bite back his jealousy once more, wondering how annoyed you’d be if he ‘accidentally’ sent that blasted book out into the depths of the ocean. 

When he sat down in the space beside you, he smiled softly when you leant back so you were against his side. One of your hands dropped to rest on his arm that was around your waist, your fingers lightly making soothing patterns against his tattooed skin. Law supposed this did count as quality time since it meant he could relax with you in a way he couldn’t with anyone else. He allowed himself the time to settle further against the cushion and press his lips against the back of your head. “Don’t forget you and Bepo are on duty tonight.” He reminded you, still having to act as your Captain when necessary. 

“Yes, love.” Your answer was light and casual that he didn’t realise what you’d said at first. Then it echoed in his head ‘love.’ His eyes widened and he peered at the back of your head. There was no way he misheard that. You’d called him love, not Law, not Captain. Love. There was no mistaking the way his heart skipped a beat in reaction. It sounded so right, so effortless the way you said it and he found himself wanting to hear it again. It was also clear that from your lack of reaction, you hadn’t realised what you’d called him because you were partially distracted. Law smirked and for a moment reconsidered his earlier distaste. Perhaps your book wasn’t so bad after all.

KID

Kid didn’t want to admit it but he was powerless against you. He was stubborn and hotheaded and did what he wanted even if someone had sound logic to convince him whatever he had planned wasn’t wise. If anything if someone did attempt that nonsense with him, he’d be even more extreme with his conviction to do as he wanted and would even think of a way to make his actions even more outlandish and dangerous. Even Killer had a hard time keeping the captain in a somewhat mature state of mind. You however were a different story. Anything you wanted, it was yours all you had to do was ask. 

Kid just never knew how to let you know that was the dynamic between you both. He was never afraid to speak his mind, if anything he yelled it to ensure everyone knew his thoughts. Yet he seemed to bite his tongue from confessing how he truly felt with you. He’d much rather have you beside him every day and enjoy the playful teasing and jokes than make things real and risk you not seeing him that way. Killer had told him one night to just confess already and trust that you felt the same. Kid had rolled his eyes and promptly kept his feelings buried in his chest. It was better, they were safer there than spoken out loud and unable to take them back.

He walked into the kitchen one evening to see you and Killer preparing the crew’s dinner. You looked over at the sound of his naturally heavy steps coming closer and smiled in greeting to see him stop in the doorway. “Here to help, Captain?” You asked, already knowing the answer before it came. Your smile grew when Kid let out a loud laugh and made a show of folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the doorframe. 

“Not unless you want me to poison the crew.” He smirked.

“You’d nurse us back to health if you did infect us though, right?” You joked before looking back to the food you were meant to keep an eye on instead of getting distracted by your handsome Captain. You had to keep reminding yourself to behave and actually respect the chain of command. To let yourself imagine he may genuinely feel the same as you did would only lead to heartbreak in the long run but still you flirted and teased him whenever you could. You supposed you were just a glutton for punishment. You slowed in stirring the food and looked around for the seasonings only to see the small jar on the counter near Kid. 

“Could you pass me that?” You asked nodding your head at what you needed. Kid followed your gaze and immediately pushed himself away from his comfortable position to lift the tiny item. He stepped forward and passed the seasoning into your waiting hand, hating and loving how the brief moment of his fingers skimming against yours brought him such a burst of joy. “Thank you, darling.” You smiled, turning back to the stove. While you hadn’t noticed what you’d said Killer did and he stopped cutting the vegetables to look Kid who was frozen in place, his eyes wide and cheeks turning the same bright red as his hair. 

Darling? The fuck did you mean darling?! Kid’s mind was short-circuiting as he scrambled to gather his wits together and make sense of it all. Had you called him that subconsciously because  was it possible that you felt for him too? God he hoped so because getting to hear you call him something so sweet again would be perfect.

SHANKS

One of the great things about sailing with an Emperor of the sea like Shanks was the fact that there were many islands under his protection. Any time you landed at one for a visit or even for the excuse of resting from a long stretch of sailing, the locals welcomed you all so warmly that it turned into one big celebration. None of you needed to worry about night watches, chores or other duties and could just sit back and enjoy the peace until Shanks decided he wanted to get back on the waters again. 

As a crew, you were all used to just passing out and sleeping wherever you were at that time and waking up with aches from the uncomfortable positions you’d all ended up. However the town you were staying in was large enough to provide some rooms for you all in one of their inns. Some of you still needed to double up but the beds were extremely comfortable and who were you all to refuse such generosity? One night when the drinking and partying was only just beginning you slowly rose from your seat with a stifled yawn and forced yourself to finish your drink. Shanks was first to notice your movements. “Going for another round of drinks already?” he asked, coming across casual but he knew you weren’t yourself. 

“Nah, I’m turning in early.” You announced, playfully flipping off the crew when they started to boo you for being boring. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blame Beck, alright. I haven’t slept the last two nights. Goodnight.” You gave no further explanation and disappeared up the staircase to claim a room to sleep in. Shanks looked towards his righthand man with a small scowl. He hoped you hadn’t implied what he thought. Beckman could sense his Captain’s silent interrogation and waved away his worries. “Calm down Cap, you know I’d never make a move on them. It’s just been bad luck we’ve had a share a room together and I snore…apparently.” He explained with a shrug and long drink of his ale. 

Shanks had accepted the answer, knowing Beck would never lie to him. Yet as innocent as it all was, he couldn’t ignore the way he’d felt sick at the thought of you being with another of the crew.  While nothing had exactly happened between you both, it was painfully obvious that there was something there. A playful dance you both engaged in without making an actual step forward into committing and admitting you’d had feelings. Roughly Shanks rubbed his eyes, now wasn’t the time to be thinking on such things, not with alcohol in his system and you not being there to talk to like the adults you were. 

The rest of the night had helped to take his mind off things but it was all undone by the time he entered the room he’d been staying in the entire stay and saw you sleeping soundly in his bed. He was the only one in the crew that didn’t have to share his room with anyone else so why were you here? He approached the bed and shook your arm, watching your eyes crack open and he immediately felt guilty. You really did look exhausted. “Why’re you in my bed?” He asked, trying not to laugh as your eyes slipped closed again. 

“Furthest room…no snoring. Please honey, lemme sleep.” Your voice was thick with sleep and your breathing was growing deeper again. Shanks might have appeared calm but that was the first time you’d ever called him something like that and as far as he knew you’d never called anyone else on the crew something similar. That all but cemented his decision that things needed to be talked about when you were both awake and rested enough to deal with things. Finally he let out a sigh and climbed into what would be his side of the bed while keeping respectable space between you both. “Fine, only because it’s you.”

MARCO

Your relationship with the ship’s doctor was a fairly new one. You had both known each other long enough to know the general likes and dislikes and the atmosphere on the Moby Dick among the crew was always one of familial harmony so there was never any uncomfortable tension. You were both content to just take things easy and enjoy things as they developed naturally without needed to force things into a certain timeframe. Marco’s personality being so relaxed and carefree was infectious in general and it was no different in your relationship.

Marco stood from his desk and stretched, ready to find you and enjoy the rest of the day with you now that all pressing tasks he’d needed to complete for the day was done. He was just about to leave when Izou entered to talk about organising a banquet for Ace’s birthday. As the two were discussing everything you appeared and smiled at them both before entering the room. 

“Babe, did you see my-” Anything else that came out of your mouth was unfortunately drowned out by the increased heart rate in Marco’s ears. Instead he could only watch as you were busy looking for whatever it was that you’d lost. Marco would have considered himself steady and able to handle most situations but hearing you call him babe for the first time had certainly thrown him and you seemed oblivious to the fact that you’d done so. The only person who truly reacted was Izou, his laugh snapping Marco out of his trance and catching your attention too. “Babe, huh? Didn’t realise things were so serious with you two. Maybe we could plan the wedding too.” Izou teased. 

“What are you talking about now?” You asked with a small smile. You were used to Izou’s teasing like a brother figure would but sometimes he just didn’t make sense. When Izou saw that you weren’t aware of your subconscious slip-up he grinned wider. 

“You called Marco, babe.” He explained. You rolled your eyes and let out an amused laugh. As far as jokes went, it wasn’t the worst one he’d told you but he could do better. Suddenly you became concerned when Izou’s smug grin wasn’t slipping and you had to think. What had you said to Marco when you entered the room? Slowly you pulled your gaze to your boyfriend and he nodded. “Well looks like you two lovebirds need some alone time.” Izou all but sang as he left, no doubt hurrying off to tell Ace and the others about Marco’s new nickname.

“So…” You cleared your throat nervously and gave a small laugh. “Want to forget that happened? I swear I didn’t realise I’d even called you that.” The last thing you wanted was to make Marco think you were forcing him to a point he wasn’t ready for. Thankfully his broad smile was enough to make you relax, his naturally warm aura soothing your brief worries before they had a chance to escalate. Marco stepped closer to you, settling a hand on your waist. “Well even if you stop now, I bet all the others will start. Honestly I’d much rather hear it from your lips. Can I hear you say it again?”

ZORO

Zoro kept a firm hold on your shoulder as you stumbled, trying to twist weakly out of his grip. Any other instance he would release you if his touch made you uncomfortable but this was a completely different situation. After defeating a group of lackeys, one managed to make one last attack before falling unconscious. You’d been quick enough to intercept whatever it was he threw towards you and Zoro but when it was destroyed it still released a cloud of strange smelling gas. Zoro had been a safe enough distance but you weren’t so lucky. 

At first you’d insisted you were fine but after walking a few paces your balance started to sway and your mind was beginning to cloud. Zoro became concerned by the glazed look in your eyes as you tried one more time to pull out of his unwavering hold, glaring at him. “Jus’ let me go! I don’t know you.”

His eyes widened at your declaration, not only because you sounded so dazed and confused. It was not like your usual bright and familiar way of speaking that made him happy to hear but it was also because hearing you say you didn’t know him filled him with more concern than he was willing to admit. He needed to find Chopper quickly to treat whatever it was you’d been hit with. For now he had to try and keep you calm and prove you were safe with him. “Course you know me. We’re crew-mates, remember? It’s Zoro.”

Abruptly you stopped and bumped into his chest, lifting your head to stare at him, trying to force yourself to focus on his face. Your hand reached out and clumsily gripped his face, tugging him forward enough for you to see his features better. Zoro could see your pupils were blown wide, whatever had been in that vial was some sort of hallucinogenic and he hoped that that was all it was. It could be better dealt with than a poison. Not that seeing you so wary and untrusting of him was any better. Your suspicion didn’t subside when you finally let go of his face and shook your head. 

“You’re not Zoro.” You finally declared, trying once more to get away from him. This time you succeeded only enough to make it a couple of steps but without him there to keep you stable you fell forward. If Zoro hadn’t been there you would have landed face first into the pavement but he caught you swiftly around the waist and lifted you to settle you over his shoulder, deciding that this way of carrying you was the best option. “Definitely not Zoro.” You weakly grumbled into his back as he began walking again. 

“Oh yeah, why’re you so sure of that?” He asked, deciding to at least play along.

“You’re too grumpy…” You explained and added as you fell unconscious. “Zoro’s grumpy but he’s a sweetheart. My sweetheart.” Immediately the back of his neck heated and he froze in place but he couldn’t say or do anything else because thankfully Chopper, Usopp and Nami appeared to regroup and find Luffy. Zoro quickly explained to Chopper that you’d been hit by something but offered no further details. 

“Did you get hit too, Zoro? You’re looking really red.” Chopper asked in concern. Quickly Zoro cleared his throat and shrugged as he laid you on the ground so Chopper could treat you. 

“Uh yeah, might have been. Don’t worry about it though.”

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