Summary: In the peaceful courtyard of the Order’s sanctuary, you and Phoebe share your first date—an evening filled with quiet conversations, heartfelt gifts, and the warmth of newfound feelings. Though both of you are uncertain, together you embrace the beauty of something new, guided by the gentle light between you.
Tags: Phoebe x Reader, Fluff, First Date, Soft Romance, Hand-holding, Gift Giving, Slow Burn Undertones.
Warnings: Might be ooc.
The candlelit courtyard of the Order’s sanctuary shimmered under the evening sky, casting soft golden hues across the stone pathways. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanied the rhythmic lapping of water from the nearby reflecting pool, where stars mirrored themselves upon its surface. Tonight was different. Tonight wasn’t about duty or prayer—it was about something new, something unfamiliar yet exciting.
Phoebe sat beside you on an intricately carved wooden bench, her eyes glimmering under the moon’s gentle light. She looked radiant, draped in her celestial-patterned cape, the golden embroidery catching the faint illumination. But tonight, she had forgone her usual wide-brimmed hat, letting her long blonde hair flow freely, save for the small blue cross-shaped hairpin that still nestled against her locks.
“You seem nervous,” she observed, her voice as soothing as a hymn.
You let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. “Can you blame me? I’m sitting next to the most graceful Acolyte of the Order. This isn’t exactly a common occurrence.”
A soft laugh escaped her lips, light and melodious. “You flatter me,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “But I must admit… I feel the same.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Phoebe, the ever-composed, ever-serene, was feeling nervous too? It was a comforting thought, in a way—proof that beneath her devotion and discipline, she was just as human as you.
“I wanted to do this properly,” she continued, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the bird figurine she carried—Envoy, the handcrafted gift from across the sea. “But I don’t have much experience with… first dates.”
Her honesty made you smile. “Then we can figure it out together.”
She turned to look at you, truly look at you, as if seeing into the depths of your soul. There was something about Phoebe’s gaze that made you feel both seen and safe, as though she could illuminate the parts of yourself you hadn’t even realized were in the dark.
After a quiet moment, she exhaled softly. “That sounds… wonderful.”
You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small wrapped parcel. “I, uh… got you something.”
Her eyes widened slightly as she accepted it, fingers delicately untying the ribbon. Within lay a small, beautifully bound book—a personal journal, its cover adorned with motifs reminiscent of the constellations she so often admired.
“I know how much you love the Codex of the Deep,” you explained, feeling a bit sheepish. “I thought maybe you’d like a place to write down your own thoughts. Your own discoveries.”
For a moment, Phoebe was silent. Then, a rare, unguarded smile bloomed across her face. “This is… perfect.” She ran her fingers over the cover, reverent in her touch. “Thank you.”
Your chest swelled with warmth. “I was hoping you’d like it.”
She carefully placed the journal beside her, then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, reached for your hand. Her touch was gentle, warm—like the soft glow of a candle in the dark.
“Tonight,” she murmured, “feels like the start of something beautiful.”
And under the vast, star-strewn sky, with your fingers entwined and the quiet melody of the night surrounding you, you knew she was right.
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You are laying still in your bed, eyes closed and with your arm draped over them. You’re feeling awful. Everything keeps spinning and you can’t move nor open your eyes.
You had promised your girlfriend Phoebe you’d spend the day together doing whatever she wanted, but your body thought otherwise. In the last couple of weeks work had been hard and you had been immersed in it. That cause you to have to postpone or cancel many plans you had made. However, now that you were finally free you wanted to spend as much time with her as you could.
Of course something had to go wrong, because life really hates you.
You are still laying down when you hear a knock on the door and you remember it’s still locked from the night before. You slowly sit up and as soon as your head stops spinning you get up and walk towards the door to unlock it.
Phoebe walks inside and sees your pale face. Before you can tell her anything she says, “What’s wrong with you? You’re sick?”
“No, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy. I’ll take a quick shower and than I’ll be ready to go.” you hope you sounded convincing, but you’re not sure.
You start heading towards your bedroom when everything starts spinning and you’re trying to find a place to grab and keep your balance.
She quickly grabs your shoulders and stabilises you.
“You’re not fine. You are obviously not fine.” Phoebe tells you, a stern look on her face. “You’re going back to bed right this second!”
You try to complain but she shushes you every time.
She tells you to stay put while she heats some water to make some tea, but you are stubborn and you have to get that shower. After that you are sure you’ll feel better and then you’ll be able to go about your day easily.
You manage to take a couple of steps before feeling horribly again, and last minute you try to grab a chair. As you fall, you take the chair with you and cause a loud thump.
Phoebe runs into the room and finds you laying on the ground with the chair half over you.
“What were you trying to do? It’s obvious you are in no condition to stay out of bed!”
You can feel she’s furious as she helps you once again back to bed.
“I just want to make you happy.” You tell her while looking at her beautiful eyes. “I promised I’d be all yours today, and yet I can’t stand. I feel horrible, and not because I’m sick. You were supposed to enjoy the day, not look after me.”
The sadness in you voice and in your eyes is obvious and Phoebe can’t help but pass a hand through your hair and kiss you sweetly on the lips.
“You want to make me happy? How about you don’t move and listen what I tell you? I don’t care what we do today, being with you makes me happy. That’s all I want.” She says, “So now stay put while I grab the tea and then try to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
hey can you do a Phoebe Atwell x fem reader where the reader is extremely shy but Phoebe is extremely open about saying she likes him and let's just say he sort of does?
Y/N: you’re you’re amazing and all and I just want to say…that that…
