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Thank you so much for such a beautiful feedback @peageetibbs-ab ! ❤️ I love Wil too and that’s why I did it! Glad you enjoyed it and I hope you will enjoy the second part even more! ☺️

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 |PART ONE| Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: While chasing freedom you get hurt and precious elf boy finds you. It turns out to be Wil Ohmsford and he is more than pleased to care about you.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x human! reader

• Warnings: mentions of getting hurt, fluff, typos?

• I AM UNCONDITIONALLY OBSESSED WITH WIL OHMSFORD HAHAHAHAH 😽also this is just his song ngl

The sun shines high above, its warmth barely reaching you through the leaves of trees. Your legs ache with each step, exhaustion making its appearance more than visible. You don’t even know how many days you’ve been walking. Only thing you know is that you left to chase freedom, to escape the walls that felt more like a cage… But this kind of freedom is not what you expected. It’s hunger killing your stomach, sleepless nights on the hard earth, and the repeated ache in your bones.

You hear waterfall nearby, and as much as you’re trying to search for it you loose control over your legs. Your foot catches on a root, or maybe a sharp rock, and suddenly the world flips. The sky flashes above you before pain explodes through your leg as you crash to the ground helplessly. For a moment, you can’t even breathe. The sharp, sending agony drowns out every other thought. As much as you struggle to move, the pain gets worse. You ran away to be free. But now, you can’t run at all. “Damnit!” you hiss in pain, as you sit hopelessly on the ground. If you really didn't want something to happen, it's this.

“Are you okay?” you hear from the road. Looking up you see blonde and… indeed very cute boy. He is sitting on his horse but could be around 6 feet tall, his hair is blonde with dark shadows. Eyes blue, bluish than you ever seen. And his smile is more than charming. “I, uh… No…” is all that you can choke out after staring at him.

“I see.” he smiles softly as he jumps from his horse. “What happened to you?” the stranger says and approaches you. You hesitate to speak as you look at him. There is something so indescribable about him… “I… I was walking down this hill and tripped. Now I can barely move…”

“Ouch… Can I?” he crouches down beside you, gesturing at your leg. You nod shyly and let him do whatever he wants to do. He leans closer to your leg, and that’s when you notice it. His pointy ears. “You’re… an elf?” you ask. The elf boy chuckles and carefully lifts up the fabric of your leggings.

“Half elf,” he replies and carefully touches your leg. You respond with a hiss as the pain travels through your whole body. “Hm, it looks like it’s broken…” the elf replies, looking at you. Only thing you can do its that you look at him back. Stare maybe. “Oh, my name is Wil. Wil Ohmsford.” he gently hands out his hand. You take his hand and nod. “I am Y/n.”

Wil smiles and lets go of your hand. “Y/n, I live not so far away. And… you look like you need some place to stay-“ he glances at your broken leg. “and place to heal at.” You nod. What else can you do? You haven’t slept in days, eaten in days and not even spoken with anyone. “That would be nice…”

Wil nods and wants to scoop you up from the ground, but he asks for permission first. “May I?” he asks, his voice low but soft. You smile and nod. He scoops you gently from the ground easily like you weigh nothing. There must be strong arms under that jacket of his. He helps you sit on his horse and he walks beside you.

You keep looking down at him as he holds the leash and lead his horse towards his place. You then see a sign Shady Vale. “So, Y/n, where do you come from ?” Wil interrupts your thoughts. Should you tell him that you ran away? That you chased for freedom but ended up with broken leg?

“Uh… Thinking of how far I’ve come already - far away.” Wil glances at you with that playful smile again. “Far away? I don’t know a place like that.” he teases. You just chuckle and shake your head. “I tried to… escape. Wanted to have some freedom, you know…” you say honestly. Wil nods in understanding and stops the horse.

You look up and see a hut, a garden around it and trees surrounding it. “That’s my house,” Wil says. “More likely my kingdom.” Wil gently carries you in his arms. The world seems to fade as he carries you, his strong arms cradling your weary body. At some point, the scent of wood and earth shifts. Less wild, more controlled. The air is rich with herbs, dried flowers, and something faintly sweet. Just like Wil.

Familiar warmth surrounds you and you feel softness underneath you. A bed. Not the cold, hard ground you’ve grown used to, but something so comforting, something safe. As hard as you try not to fall asleep right away, you fail.

When you begin to stir, the light is dimmer, golden rays of the sunset slipping through wooden beams above. A blanket is pulled over you, and the steady crackle of a fire fills the space. And you smell herbs coming from the night stand.

“You’re awake.” The voice is calm, smooth — Will. He kneels beside the bed, setting something down on the small wooden table where steaming tea lays. “You were asleep for a while. Looks like you needed it.” he smiles warmly. You inhale sharply, fingers gripping the blanket as your broken leg reminds you its being. He notices.

“Here, drink this.” Wil lifts a small cup, steam curling from its surface. “It will help ease the pain.” You hesitate at first but take it. The scent of herbs and honey makes your heart flutter. When you take a sip, warmth spreads through your chest. The bitterness of the medicine lingers, but the honey dulls it.

Wil waits, watching as you drink. Only when the cup is empty does he move closer, carefully peeling back the blanket to check the splint on your leg. His touch is light, almost practiced. “You seem to be good at this.” you say, watching him work.

“Thanks. I am healer so… that’s maybe the reason.” he smiles warmly at you, before turning back to check on your fracture. “You’ll heal,” he says, adjusting the bindings with gentle precision. “But it will take time.”

You barely manage a nod, your limbs already growing heavy again. The exhaustion is too much, pulling you down despite your best efforts to fight it. As your eyes flutter closed, you feel the blanket being tucked more securely around you again “Rest,” Will murmurs. “You are safe here.” The last thing you see before sleep takes you is the him, watching over you, his expression soft and warm.

When you open your eyes the time passed. It looks like it’s night now. The fire has burned low, its embers casting a soft, flickering glow across the wooden walls. The scent of herbs still lingers in the air, comforting and familiar now.

And then you notice Wil. He sits by the window, his silhouette outlined in silver by the moonlight streaming through window. He is awake. His posture is still, almost too still, as if he got lost in thoughts. His gaze is distant, fixed somewhere beyond the trees outside.

For a moment, you simply watch him. You can’t tear your gaze from him, he looks so magical and precious. Almost as like he belongs to this place in a way you never have anywhere. You shifting in bed catches his attention and you take advantage of that. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” you murmur.

Surprise flickers across his sharp features before smiling at you. “I don’t sleep well outside my own bed,” he says simply, rubbing his tights. It takes a moment for the meaning to settle. You glance down at the soft blankets wrapped around you. His bed.

“You could lay me somewhere else-” you say, guilt stirring in your chest. “You need it more.” he cuts your words. You smile, but the guilt is still there.

His voice is actually so calm. But there’s something in the way he says it that makes your throat tighten. He has helped you so much already—carried you, tended to your wounds, given you warmth and bed to sleep in. And now he’s giving up his own comfort for your sake.

There is painful silence between both of you. Then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you shift slightly to the side, ignoring the dull throb in your leg. You lift the blanket just enough. “ There is enough of space,” you say softly. “You should sleep too.”

Wil doesn’t move at first. In the low light, his expression is unreadable, but you can feel his hesitation. Then, finally, with a quiet sigh, he stands up and smiles. “You are so stubborn,” Wil murmurs, though there is no real frustration in his voice. Just softness and warmth. A smile tugs at your lips. “So I’ve been told.”

Wil removes his shirt, because he sleeps without it and moves carefully, as if uncertain. You can see his toned body and the strong arms that carried you. When he finally lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, a strange sense settles in the air. He keeps a careful distance, lying on his side to face you. But the warmth of his presence is there, steady and real, a quiet reassurance in the dark.

For the first time in more than couple of days, you feel truly safe. Your eyes roam over him and you can’t unsee how beautiful he is even in the darkness. “What is it?” he asks after you have been literally staring at him. Your words catch in your throat as you hesitate to say it. But eventually you do so.

“You are so beautiful, Wil…” The words slip from your lips faster than you could even think about. Wil chuckles and his cheeks flush. “I don’t think the tea I gave you should have hallucinating effects.” he whispers. “And now go to sleep, you deserve rest.”

Wil opens his eyes, blinking few times to adjust to the morning light. The first thing he notices when he wakes is unfamiliar warmth. For a moment, he doesn’t remember; why? Why there is a soft weight of another body against his, why is his arm draped around someone? Why is the steady rise and fall of the breath so close.

Wil glances down and sees you. You’re still asleep, your head resting lightly against his bare chest. At some point in the night you must have shifted closer, and without thinking about it he must have pulled you closer. Now, one of his arms is wrapped around your body, his hand resting at the curve of your waist beneath the blankets.

He should move. Wil knows this. He should shift away before you wake up, before you realize it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you, listening to the steady rhythm of your soft breathing.

In sleep, you look much different… Softer, peaceful in a way Wil haven’t seen you yet. When he found you, you have been all weary and exhaustion all over your face, barely holding yourself together. Now, here in his hut, in his arms, you simply look… safe and comfortable .

And in this moment something deep in his chest tightens at the thought. It’s unfamiliar feeling, something he never felt before. It’s not just the healer in him recognizing someone needs care. It’s something more. Something so unspoken yet so obvious.

A realization hits him as he watches your sleeping and unconscious state. He wants to protect you. Not just because you are injured and have nowhere to go, not just because you are practically alone. He wants to be the one you can trust in.

His fingers twitch slightly where they rest against your waist. He could move away now, could put space between the both of you before you wake up and eventually see something in his eyes he is not ready to confess.

But then you murmur something in sleep, pressing closer against him. And just like that, any thought of moving from you disappears. Let her sleep, he thinks for himself. Just a little longer. And so, for the first time in longer than he can remember, he stays still. Holds you close to him. He feels the need to be there for you. To care about you.

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butlervibesonly · 6 days ago

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 |PART TWO| Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: You never thought you would reveal the real secret of your escaping. But now that you are stuck with Wil – nothing else matters.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x human! reader

• Warnings: just fluff? I don’t know yall, maybe slow falling for Wil and backwards

Sleep took over your body really hard. You have been sleeping all night and all in Wil’s arms. And he hasn’t moved at all. But now he must. Carefully, he shifts his arm, trying not to wake you up, but the absence of warmth must stir, as you let out a soft sigh. You are waking up.

Your eyes flutter open, slow and groggy with sleep. It takes you a moment to focus, to realize where you actually are. A breath holds between you and Wil. Your gaze flickers from his chest to his face, and for the first time, he wonders what you see when you look at him, being all aware of surroundings around without being absolutely tired.

He expects you to pull away, to escape his arms, to stutter out an apology. But you don’t. You only blink sleepily, the smallest furrow forming between your brows, as if your mind is still trying to catch up. “Mmm…You’re warm,” you mumble.

He doesn’t know what to say to that. He should say something. Shift away maybe… Try to break the moment before it settles into something neither of you are prepared for. But then you do something he doesn’t expect. You relax even more in his arms.

Not a slightest hint of hesitation, not embarrassment. Just trust. Just like he wished earlier this morning. It still unravels something in him, something he has no name for.

“You should keep resting,” he says warmly. “Your leg still needs time.” You hum softly, closing your eyes again. And then, perhaps because you’re still half asleep, or perhaps because you simply want to, you snuggle closer. Not much, but enough so that your head pokes his chin.

He exhales slowly, steadying himself against the way his jaw clenches. He should stop this. He should move. But he doesn’t. He feels the bunch of butterflies explode in his stomach. Wil lets his hand rest lightly against your back, tracing patterns on the fabric of your shirt.

He notices you are still wearing the old, dirty and probably even ruined clothes from earlier and he thinks for a while. “Your clothes are ruined… I can borrow you something from my closet.” he whispers and you open your eyes. “Wil… You've sacrificed enough for me, you can't even lend me yours…”

“I can,” he steps in. He looks down at you and smiles. “It’s just clothes, Y/n. I can get new ones.” Wil eventually sits up from bed and walks to search for something for you to wear. He find his old shirt and some tight shirt. “You could have this as a… skirt if you’re okay with it.”

You nod and Wil grabs his scissors to cut the top of the shirt to make it a skirt. He then hands it to you. “Here,” he says warmly. “I- uh.. I won’t look. I will make something for you to eat, you must be starving.” he adds and walks to the kitchen to leave you some privacy.

You start to change, carefully around your leg cause it aches as hell. He hears your whining, and as much as he wants to turn and help you - he can’t. Once you are changed you lay back in the bed and glance at Wil.

The bed suddenly feels colder without Wil in it. The air is thick with the scent of something warm, something rich and savory, and your stomach clenches in response of it. It’s only then that when you realize how truly hungry you are. How long you’ve gone without a real meal.

You push yourself up slowly, wincing as the ache pulses through your leg. A sign that the healing salve and rest have already begun to work. Wil stands in the kitchen, still back turned to you. The golden light of morning catches the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the quiet focus in his expression.

“You can cook?” you ask as you watch him move in the kitchen gracefully. Wil glances over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over you like he’s rethinking whether you should even be sitting up. “You need to eat...”

Slowly, you shift to the edge of the bed, testing your weight before attempting to stand. You barely make it halfway before his voice cuts through the room. “Y/n, don’t.” You freeze at his sudden sharp tone.

Wil is already moving towards you. He stops beside you before you can protest, his hands hovering near your arms, ready to help you if needed. “You shouldn’t be walking on that leg. Not yet,” he says, his tone much softer now.

You sigh as he leads you carefully to the bed. “I can’t just lie there forever!” Wil’s gaze softens as he looks at you with those blu eyes you love so much already. “You can, actually...” Then, as if deciding there’s no point in arguing, he walks back to the kitchen and serve a soup into the bowl.

He hands it to you without a word, then sits beside you on the bed, his arms resting on his knee. Wil is quiet. He seems to have something on his mind that he simply can’t say out loud.

When he glances at you, he sees you gobbling down your soup so quickly, as if you've never eaten anything in your entire life. The warmth spreads through you instantly, the rich flavors grounding you in a way you didn’t expect. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmur after a few slow sips.

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over you. “I did.” Something in your chest flutters as he says it. There’s something unspoken in the space between you, something that lingers in the way he watches you, the way he stays close…

“It tastes good,” you say eventually, if only to break the tension. His lips twitch almost into the smile you like so much . “I am glad,” he says, looking down at his feet. “I don’t get chances of cooking for someone, so… Glad I have this opportunity.”

And for some reason, that makes your cheek flutter. You focus on eating, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingers on you. You can’t say why he looks at you like this. Whether it’s because he is thinking how long will you stay or how shortly you will stay.

Or something else? Wil hasn’t moved, hasn’t pulled away. And even though he says nothing, you can feel that there is something in his eyes. Something you can’t read but can see.

You set the empty bowl aside and glance at him. Wil watches every single move you do. Almost as if he’s studying you, though not in the way one examines a patient, no… This is something else. “Thank you,” you say softly, wiping the soup from your lips.

He nods and smiles. Finally he smiles again. “You needed it.” Wil’s words are simple, but they stir something in you. Butterflies or something. You never got such an attention and care ever before. And that simply settles something in you the way you can’t explain.

You shift, ignoring the way your leg protests. His gaze at your legs that is now exposed to him due to the skirt he created for you. “You should not overdo yourself.” he says as he checks on your leg.

After a while Wil stands up. You almost think he is going to leave you there or something. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves to the shelf along the wall, looking through some glass jars that includes herbs and other ingredients. Then he returns with a small cup and hands it to you.

“What’s this?” you ask, looking at it. It smells just like his hut, herbal. “Something to help you rest, Y/n.” You eye the drink, considering his offer. “I slept so much already I-”

“You’re healing,” he interrupts gently, placing a hand on your knee. “And you still haven’t fully recovered from the days you went without sleep, you need to gain as much energy as possible.” The way he says it… so gently and carefully. You take a sip, the taste of chamomile and honey sweet and soft.

“I can sit there with you until it starts its effect…” he offers after you drink it. Purpose of this drink is not to make your heart beats fast, is it? Until you realize what Wil just said. You lower the cup slightly, looking up at him. “Wil… You are very kind but… You don’t have to do all of this….”

“I know.” he says quickly. “But I want to.” He wants to. He wants to do all of this. He needs to. You feel warmth spreading through your heart. It’s not just about the tea, or the way he’s been taking care of you. It’s about the way he stays. He never left your side unless necessary.

You settle back in the bed, still watching him as he pulls his chair closer, sitting beside the bed once more again. The room is quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire and occasional bird chirping from outside. After a while of thinking you ask what you wanted to for a while. “Why are you doing all of this?”

Wil doesn’t respond right away, not even look at you. His fingers are tracing the grain of the wooden armrest. When he finally meets your gaze, there’s something softer there, something you’re not sure he has ever let you see before.

“Because you need someone, Y/n.” he says simply. “And I want to be that someone for you.” There is nothing dramatic about the way he says it. No hesitation, no uncertainty. Just quiet truth. Wil says it so simply that you don’t even what to believe it.

Actually… You don’t even know how to respond to that. So instead, you take another sip of tea, pretending not to notice the way your fingers tremble slightly against the cup.

The evening shifts in after you have been sleeping whole afternoon. The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows across the walls as you’ve seen yesterday. You sit in Wil’s bed, your leg still propped up on a small cushion. Wil’s care has done you well. Your strength is returning, and the pain has dulled to an ache rather than a sharp reminder of your broken bone.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling lighter than you have in a long time. You feel so satisfied, or at least you think you do until you run your fingers through your hair and feel the tangled mess it’s become. This is how Wil sees me, you think for yourself.

You groan under your breath, trying to untangle the knots. Wil, who is working on something in his kitchen, notices. He gaze at you and see that you struggle with your hair.

Without a word, he disappears for a moment and returns with a wooden comb in his hand. He stands in front of you, looking at you with a smile. “Turn around.” You just look at him, blinking confusedly. “What?”

His grip tighten around the brush nervously, but his face remains unreadable. “You’re struggling… Let me.” You are still surprised by his offer. Letting him do this feels…strange. But the way he says it makes you turn without another word.

You feel as Wil sits behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body at your back. He takes the comb closer to your hair and starts. The first stroke is careful, not wanting it to be weird. He begins at your ends, stroking through the tangles without pulling. His fingers brush against the back of your neck accidentally, slightly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Wil pauses when he notices. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-No.” you stutter. After your reassurance he continues. There is deadly silence between the two of you except for the sound of the comb gliding through your hair. Each stroke is patient, and there’s something so soothing about it. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax under his touch. Not forget to mention — Wil may seem to be so natural in this but he never combed a girl’s hair ever before.

And he is the first boy to ever brush your hair. When he is done he sets to comb aside on the bed. “There,” he says quietly. You turn slightly to look at him over your shoulder. “Thank you so much.”

Wil smiles at you for a moment before he nods. “Come sit by the fire. You’ve been resting all day,” he says suddenly. “You deserve to breathe some fresh air too.”

He stands, offering his arm to help you. You take his offer, trying to ignore the way your hand fit so easily against his. Almost as if it was made for it. Wil helps you walk, and carefully watches your steps so that you don’t push much pressure on your leg.

You both sit by the fire, the flames casting warm light over his sharp features. The night sky is full of stars that you have seen during those sleepless nights. Now they look much prettier. You glance at Wil and he doesn’t speak right away, letting the silence set between you as he throws you a blanket.

You realize that you haven’t told him why did he found you like this. Restless, hopeless and without a destination to reach. You pull the blanket around yourself, staring into the fire and you know he is waiting for your explanation. “I ran away...”

Wil furrows his eyebrows, but doesn’t look surprised. “Why? If I may ask.” You hesitate, not knowing how frankly this will sound. You’ve carried this secret for so long, convinced no one would understand. But here, with him, you feel like the words can finally escape your heart.

“I wanted some freedom,” you start. “I’ve been told what to do my whole life, what or how to be. I wasn’t much allowed to make my own choices. I was dictated where I’d live, who I’d marry, what kind of life I’d have. I didn’t want that. So I left.” you exhale.

You glance at Wil, expecting him to start laughing at your naivety. But there’s nothing like that. His face remains still, but there’s something in his eyes. Something deeper, maybe understanding.

“So you’ve been alone ever since?” he asks. You nod and tuck yourself in the blanket. “I thought it would be easier. I didn’t expect how exhausting it would be. How lonely I’d: become.” His gaze flickers into the fire and for a long moment, he doesn’t speak.

“You’re not alone, anymore.” Wil replies to you softly. The words are simple, but there is something of much more behind them. You don’t know what to say to that, again, so you just watch him. He is even more precious. Should you stay, or… should you go?

Note: you guys might think I lost my mind, writing two fics in two days but the love I hold for Wil?

UNDENIABLE.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler x you #austin butler fandom #austin butler x y/n #austinbutler #austin butler fic #austin butler imagines #wil ohmsford x y/n #wil ohmsford imagine #wil ohmsford x you #wil ohmsford #the shannara chronicles

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butlervibesonly · 7 days ago

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 |PART ONE| Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: While chasing freedom you get hurt and precious elf boy finds you. It turns out to be Wil Ohmsford and he is more than pleased to care about you.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x human! reader

• Warnings: mentions of getting hurt, fluff, typos?

• I AM UNCONDITIONALLY OBSESSED WITH WIL OHMSFORD HAHAHAHAH 😽also this is just his song ngl

“You could lay me somewhere else-” you say, guilt stirring in your chest. “You need it more.” he cuts your words. You smile, but the guilt is still there.

He should move. Wil knows this. He should shift away before you wake up, before you realize it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you, listening to the steady rhythm of your soft breathing.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler x you #austin butler fandom #austin butler x y/n #austinbutler #austin butler fic #austin butler imagines #wil ohmsford #the shannara chronicles #wil ohmsford x you #wil ohmsford x y/n #wil ohmsford imagine #Spotify

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butlervibesonly · 7 days ago

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He INDEED does take my breath away cmon

this man has haunted me since summer 2022 *sigh*

💌 — austin butler as elvis presley in elvis, 2022

💽 — take my breathe away by, berlin

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butlervibesonly · 8 days ago

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happy valentines day, annie! 🩷🌷

Awwww! Thank you! 🥹🤍 Happy Valentine’s to y’all too!

#austin butler #personal #happy valentines #valentines day

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butlervibesonly · 8 days ago

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𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 💘 || Austin Butler

• Summary: Austin surprises you with a wonderful Valentine’s Day… Can even something be more than this?

• Pairing: Austin Butler x female! reader

• Warnings: lots and lots of love affirmation, maybe some slight intimacy at the end but idk

• Note: Happy Valentine’s my Austin girls! 💕💐💌

You wake up to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through the curtains. As you stretch lazily, your hand automatically searches for Austin next to you. But he is not there. Before you can even sit up to search for him, the bedroom door creaks open, and there he is. Standing with a big bouquet of roses in his hands, wearing the sweet smile that always melts your heart.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love…!" Austin says, coming closer to you in the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and hands you the roses, kissing your forehead softly and lovingly.

Your heart flutters as you take the bouquet from him – it’s wrapped in pink wrapper, baby’s breath added between the roses. Inhaling its floral scent, you smile. "Awh! You didn’t have to, Aus" you say, even though you love it so much.

"But I wanted to. You deserve the best." Austin replies simply, leaning down to press another soft kiss on your cheek. “I made us breakfast, love. Wanna have it in bed?” he asks, rubbing your arm. You can’t help but chuckle at the thought of him making breakfast.

You nod, and watch him get up from the bed, making his way to the kitchen . As you place the bouquet on the nightstand beside you, your smile never leaves your lips. After a while Austin comes back with a plate and fork in his hand.

You look at the plate to see what he actually made, and when you see the pancakes he tried to make look like a heart shape, you chuckle. "I tried my best, honey, do you know how hard it actually is to make a heart out of pancake batter on a pan?"

“I appreciate your attempt, love.” you laugh. You both spend the morning by eating breakfast, chatting and just cuddling in each other’s arms. The slow morning you both love so much.

The day unfolds in the most perfect way possible. After breakfast, you both curl up on the couch under fluffy blanket, watching romantic movies like Austin’s favorite The Notebook or Sleepless In Seattle. You guys lay there, Austin just holds you close, hand rubbing your back, occasionally stealing kisses between scenes.

Hours passes, and the golden glow of the afternoon fades into the soft hues of the evening. “Wait here, honey.” Austin’s says, leaving the living room. The waiting makes your heart race, and when he finally returns, he’s carrying something behind his back.

"For you," he says, holding it out, his gaze full of affection. You receive the cutest stuffed teddy bear, strawberries covered in chocolate which he knows you love so much and a little box. You look at him, wondering what could it be. “Open it, love.”

You look back at the box, and begin to untie the bow. When you open the box you see a silver bracelet with chain that has his and your initials. “Aus!” you gasp, taking the bracelet in your hand.

Austin takes the bracelet from you, fastening it around your wrist. “I wanted this to remind you everyday how much I love you, Y/n. How much you mean to me…” He leans and presses his lips against yours. You smile into the lips and as soon as you pull away you gaze at all the gifts. “Thank you, my love.”

He watches you, his expression filled with something deeper than words can actually capture. "You’re spoiling me, you know that?” you whisper, looking up at him. "You deserve it," he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I know this is simple Valentine’s Day, love, but I wanna make sure you know how much grateful I am to have you by my side.

You smile widely, taking his hand in yours and you intertwine your fingers together. “You are so wonderful, Aus… I can’t even describe how much this means to me.”

"And this all is not over yet." He holds your hand and leads you to the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaits. Candles lighten up, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, rose petals covering the table and there are two plates set and two glasses for wine.

"You did all of this just for me?" you ask, your heart swelling with love. Austin nods, pulling out a chair for you. "I wanted today to be special. For you to know just how much I love you."

As you sit down, watching him serve you the spaghetti, with that loving gaze of his, you realize something… You’ve never felt more cherished, more adored, more loved and cared about. He places the plate in front of you. “There you go, love.”

You look down at the plate, the meal looking so incredibly good. As soon as he sits down next to you, you both dig in. Austin loves cooking for you. Whether it’s simply pancakes or your favorite food, he does it for you no matter what. He also opens a bottle of wine and pours it into his and yours glass.

You watch as he sets the bottle down and picks up his own glass, raising it slightly.

“So, to us?” he says, his voice filled with warmth. “Mhm, to us. To our love.” you smile.

You clink your glass against his and you both take a sip. The first taste of the meal makes you hum in delight, and when you glance up at him, he’s watching you with that look. The one special look that makes your stomach flutter.

“This is so amazing, Aus!” you say between bites. “When did you even find time to cook all of this?” you giggle, wondering. Austin chuckles, shaking his head. “A magician never reveals his secrets, y’know.” He laughs and so do you. After a pause, he adds more softly, “But seeing you happy makes it all worth it.”

The conversation flows effortlessly as you eat, filled with laughter, shared memories, and quiet moments where no words are needed – just the warmth of his gaze, which is truly heart melting, and the feelings of being completely, utterly loved by each other.

At one point, he reaches across the table to take your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before intertwining your fingers. “You know, I don’t need a special day to show you how much I love you. But I hope tonight reminds you… that I love you so much.”

Your lips push forward, caught between a smile and a pout, and for a moment, you can only stare at him, your heart racing. Then, squeezing his hand, you whisper, “You do remind me, Aus… Every single day.” Austin smiles to your words, and he stands up, pressing a kiss on your lips.

“There’s one more surprise… just give me a while,” he murmurs, his voice laced with anticipation. Curiosity tingles in your chest as he leaves you for few minutes. You sit in the kitchen and you observe the beautiful bracelet from Austin.

As soon as he comes back, he takes your hand leads you through the hallway, and stops in front of the bathroom door. He gives you a soft smile before pushing it open, and the sight before you takes your breath away.

The room is bathed in the warm glow of flickering candles, their soft light glancing against the walls. The air is filled with the soothing scent of roses. And in the center of it all, the bathtub filled with steaming water, the surface adorned with delicate rose petals floating in soft clusters of red and pink

You turn to him, your heart swelling with love. “Austin, baby… I don’t even deserve this.” He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh you do! I wanted you to relax, to feel cherished,” he whispers. “You deserve to be pampered, darling…”

You reach up, cupping his face in your hands before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. He shares the kiss back, wrapping his arms around your waist. The warmth of his body against yours, the tenderness in his touch…you just love it so damn much.

When you finally pull back, you look into his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “Join me…?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Austin’s eyes widen slightly as if he hadn’t expected you to ask, but then the corners of his lips curve into that familiar, heart-melting smirk. “You sure?”

You nod, placing your hands on his shoulder. “I don’t want to enjoy such a fancy bath without you…” His expression softens, and without another word, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours. Something unspoken but so obvious lingers between you as you both undress, the flickering candlelight casting golden shadows over his toned body. You can admire that body all the time…

Once you step into the warm water, the heat instantly soothes you, and you sigh as you sink into the water. Austin follows you, settling in behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. The feeling of his bare skin against yours sends a shiver down your spine from the intimacy of the moment.

You lean back against his chest, your head resting just below his chin. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along your arm before dipping into the water, cupping it in his hands and letting it trickle over your shoulders. He kisses your shoulder… then your neck…

The soft sound of his breathing is close enough by your ear, as you watch candles flickering around — it’s just all so perfect, so intimate…

For a while, neither of you speak. There’s no need. The silence is filled with sweet love and care, the occasional kiss against your temple, and the rhythmic beating of his heart against your back. Eventually, he whispers, “I love you...”

You smile, turning your head slightly to press a kiss to his jawline. “I love you too, Happy Valentine’s...”

“Happy Valentine’s, darling.”

PS. I am not even going to lie, I am crying, knowing this is NOT how I will be spending my Valentines.. guess I gotta watch The Notebook, cry, hug my plushies and maybe eat a bucket of ice cream 😋

ALSO!!! THIS IS HOW AUSTIN LOOKED IN THIS FIC:

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butlervibesonly · 11 days ago

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can u pls austin x wife!reader or pregnant!reader?

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All of Us

Married life with Austin had been a dream—mostly. Sure, there were the occasional quirks to adjust to, like his habit of leaving guitar picks everywhere or the way he somehow managed to steal half your blanket in the middle of the night. But those small annoyances were overshadowed by the warmth of being with someone who loved you deeply and made you laugh every single day.

Still, life hadn’t slowed down after the wedding. If anything, it had sped up. Austin’s career was booming, and your own schedule wasn’t far behind. Between your work commitments and his time spent on set or promoting his projects, your days felt like a never-ending whirlwind. Yet, even with the chaos, there’d been moments of quiet clarity—conversations about your future, about the family you both dreamed of having one day.

The decision to stop using contraception had been an easy one, even if it felt a little surreal at first. You weren’t actively trying for a baby, but you were open to the idea. “If it happens, it happens,” Austin had said with that easy smile of his, his hand warm and reassuring on yours. “And if it doesn’t right away, that’s okay too. We’ve got time.”

You’d carried those words with you ever since, a quiet reassurance whenever the thought of parenthood felt overwhelming. But in the back of your mind, you’d assumed it would take time—months, maybe even a year or two. Enough time to keep the idea comfortably abstract.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Lately, though, something felt… off. It wasn’t anything obvious, just a subtle shift you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You felt unusually tired, dragging yourself out of bed each morning despite a full night’s sleep. Your appetite was off too—some mornings you couldn’t stomach breakfast, while other days you found yourself craving the strangest combinations of food. And then there was coffee. The thought of it made your stomach turn, which was almost laughable considering how much you normally relied on it to function.

You brushed it off at first, blaming it on stress or a passing bug. But it was hard to ignore the way you felt during brunch with a close friend one weekend. As you sat across from her, pushing a perfectly good cappuccino to the side, she gave you a curious look.

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “You’ve been looking a little pale lately. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’ve seen you skip coffee twice now.”

You waved her off, trying to muster a casual smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I think.”

Her brows knit together, her concern evident. “Tired, queasy, and avoiding coffee? Those are classic signs of pregnancy, you know.”

You froze, her words landing with an unexpected weight. “I—what?”

She shrugged, clearly not thinking much of her comment. “I’m just saying, maybe you should check. Stranger things have happened.”

The idea hung in the air between you, filling the silence that followed. She moved on to another topic, chatting away about her plans for the week, but you barely heard her. Your mind was racing, replaying her words over and over.

Could I be?

The thought unsettled you, not because it was unwelcome but because it hadn’t even crossed your mind until now. You and Austin had been so focused on life as it was—work, travel, settling into your marriage—that the possibility of pregnancy felt like a distant concept. And yet, as you sat there, your hand resting absently on your stomach, you realised it wasn’t as impossible as you’d thought.

Your thoughts drifted back to when Austin had come home for a whirlwind weekend visit about a month ago. It had been one of those rare breaks in his filming schedule, and the two of you had made the most of every second. You’d spent lazy mornings in bed, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and tangled limbs in the quiet intimacy of nights that felt too short.

You’d even joked as he packed to leave again, “Don’t get too comfortable on set. I’ll need you to come home and warm up my side of the bed soon.” He’d grinned, pulling you close and murmuring something cheeky about how he’d done more than warm the bed. The memory made your cheeks flush now, the timing suddenly clicking into place in your mind. Could it really have happened then?

By the time brunch ended, you couldn’t shake the idea. As much as you wanted to dismiss it, the possibility lingered, growing stronger with every passing moment.

The idea of being pregnant was impossible to ignore now. The symptoms, your friend’s teasing comment, the gnawing curiosity—it all pointed to one possibility. But even as the thought settled in your mind, you felt a flicker of doubt. It could be nothing. Just stress. Or something I ate. It doesn’t have to mean…

Still, the thought lingered. By the time you got home that evening, the nagging question had grown too loud to ignore. You paced around the living room, chewing your bottom lip as your mind raced. Part of you wanted to wait—wait until Austin was home so you could do this together. You’d always pictured it that way, the two of you holding hands and staring at the little test stick together, waiting for the result.

But he wasn’t here. He was halfway across the country on set, wrapping up the last few days of a gruelling shoot. And though you knew he’d want to be part of this moment, you couldn’t wait any longer. You needed to know.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you grabbed your keys and headed to the nearest pharmacy. The fluorescent lights felt harsher than usual as you scanned the shelves, your eyes darting between the rows of pregnancy tests. There were so many options—some promising fast results, others boasting extra accuracy. You grabbed a box at random, barely reading the label, and hurried to the counter.

The drive home felt surreal, the little box on the passenger seat seeming heavier than it should. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Just a few days ago, pregnancy hadn’t even crossed your mind, and now you were about to find out if your entire world was about to change.

Back at home, you set the test on the bathroom counter and stared at it for what felt like an eternity. The instructions were simple enough—pee on the stick, wait three minutes—but the weight of what those three minutes might reveal made your hands tremble. What if it’s positive? What if it’s negative? What if this is all a big mistake and I’m just overthinking everything?

You exhaled shakily and opened the box, your fingers fumbling slightly with the wrapper. “Okay,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your nerves. “It’s just a test. You can do this.”

The seconds that followed felt both rushed and agonisingly slow. You did what the instructions said, placed the test stick on the counter, and set a timer on your phone. Then you sat down on the edge of the bathtub, hands clasped tightly in your lap as you stared at the little white stick.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts at once. You thought about Austin’s easy smile and the way he always reassured you whenever life felt overwhelming. You thought about the quiet conversations you’d had late at night, whispering about what the future might hold. You thought about how surreal it all felt—this tiny piece of plastic holding the answer to a question that could change everything.

The timer buzzed, jolting you out of your thoughts. Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest as you stood up and reached for the test. For a moment, you hesitated, your hand hovering just above it. This is it, you thought. Whatever happens, everything changes now.

With a deep breath, you picked it up and looked at the result.

Two lines. Positive.

You stared at it, your breath catching in your throat. A wave of emotions crashed over you all at once—disbelief, excitement, nervousness, and something you could only describe as pure joy. “Oh my god,” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips. “Oh my god.”

You sank onto the floor, the test still clutched in your hand as tears pricked your eyes. It felt surreal, like a dream you hadn’t fully allowed yourself to imagine yet. You were going to have a baby. You and Austin were going to have a baby.

For a moment, you let yourself sit there, basking in the quiet wonder of it all. Then the realisation hit you: Austin didn’t know yet. The thought made your heart race all over again, but this time, it was with excitement. He’d be home in just a few days, and you wanted to tell him in person. This wasn’t something you could share over the phone, not when it was this important.

You stood up, your mind already racing with ideas. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Austin deserved to find out in a way that was as special as the moment itself. Something meaningful, something that would capture just how much this moment meant to you both.

The day Austin was due home, you could barely contain your anticipation. You had cleaned the house twice, set the table for his favourite dinner, and even spent longer than usual deciding what to wear. The news you carried felt like a treasure burning a hole in your pocket, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

When you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway, your heart jumped into your throat. You hurried to the door, your hands trembling slightly as you opened it just in time to see him stepping out of the car, his bag slung over one shoulder. He looked tired but still so impossibly handsome, his broad shoulders and easy smile lighting up the fading daylight. The sight of him made you realise just how much you’d missed him.

“Hey, baby,” he called out, his voice warm and familiar, the sound washing over you like a balm.

You didn’t even wait for him to close the car door. You rushed down the porch steps and into his arms, wrapping yourself around him tightly. He dropped his bag to the ground, laughing softly as he pulled you close, burying his face in your hair.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of emotion. His arms tightened around you, one hand stroking your back as if to reassure himself you were really there.

“I missed you too,” you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. You felt his lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he pulled back just enough to look at you.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, his voice a little hoarse as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You laughed lightly, your heart fluttering under the weight of his gaze. “You’re just exhausted,” you teased. “Come inside—I made your favourite.”

His eyes lit up, and he kissed your forehead before grabbing his bag. “You didn’t have to do all that,” he said, following you into the house. “But I’m not complaining.”

Inside, the warm, familiar scent of home surrounded you both. The table was set, soft music played from the speaker in the corner, and the faint glow of candles gave the room an inviting warmth. He paused to take it all in, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve outdone yourself,” he said, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You shrugged, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in your chest. “You deserve it. It was a long shoot.”

“The longest,” He set his bag down and turned to you, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. His lips were warm and familiar, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the world fade away. You melted into him, your hands curling around the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his hair.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded as he smiled softly. “I still can’t believe I’m home,” he murmured, his voice like a warm embrace. “Being away from you… I hated it.”

Your heart pounded as you smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. It was now or never. “We hated it too,” you said, your voice soft but deliberate.

His brow furrowed slightly, the words taking a moment to register. “We?” he repeated, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You bit your lip, a nervous laugh escaping as you stepped back and reached into your pocket. “We,” you echoed, holding up the pregnancy test.

The moment the test came into view, his eyes widened. He blinked, as if unsure whether he was seeing things correctly, before slowly reaching out to take it from your hand. He stared at the little screen, his breath catching audibly, before looking back at you.

“Are you…” he started, his voice trembling. “Are we…”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. “We’re having a baby,” you said, your voice breaking with emotion.

He stared at you for a beat longer, the weight of your words sinking in. Then, without warning, a brilliant smile broke across his face, and a shaky laugh escaped his lips. “Oh my god,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair. “This is real?”

“Yes,” you said, laughing through your tears. “It’s real.”

He let out a breathless laugh, dropping the test on the counter as he swept you into his arms. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re going to have a baby.”

You held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace as his body trembled slightly. He buried his face in your neck, and you could feel the dampness of his tears against your skin. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.”

“I love you too,” you said, pulling back just enough to look at him. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes bright with a mix of disbelief and joy.

“We’re going to be parents,” he said, his hands moving to frame your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips. “This is everything I ever wanted.”

You laughed softly, sliding your hands into his hair as you kissed him back. “It’s everything I ever wanted too.”

For the rest of the evening, you stayed close to him, basking in the joy of the moment. Dinner was an afterthought; you spent most of the time on the couch, his arms wrapped securely around you as he asked a million questions about how you’d been feeling, how long you’d known, and what the next steps were.

As the night wore on, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. The secret you’d been carrying was now shared, and seeing Austin’s reaction had eased every worry you’d had. This was the beginning of something new, something beautiful, and you were ready to face it together.

The first ultrasound appointment marked the next big milestone, one that felt surreal even as you sat in the clinic waiting room. Austin had cleared his schedule the moment the date was confirmed, insisting that no rehearsal or meeting could be more important.

The two of you were seated side by side, his knee bouncing slightly as he held your hand. “You nervous?” you asked softly, glancing at him.

He looked at you with a small, sheepish smile. “A little. It’s just… we’re going to see them,” he said, his voice catching slightly. “I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Me neither,” you admitted, your own nerves bubbling under the surface. “But it’s exciting too, right?”

“Exciting doesn’t even cover it,” he said, leaning over to kiss the top of your head.

When your name was called, Austin stood so quickly that he knocked over the magazine he’d been pretending to read. You giggled as he sheepishly bent to pick it up, his hand finding yours again as you walked together toward the exam room.

The technician greeted you warmly, explaining each step of the process as you got situated. Austin stood next to you, his hand never leaving yours, his eyes flicking between you and the screen with equal parts anticipation and awe.

When the image finally appeared on the monitor and the sound of the heartbeat filled the room, the air seemed to shift. It was a sound so steady, so alive, that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“That’s your baby,” the technician said with a kind smile, pointing to the tiny figure on the screen.

Austin let out a shaky breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “That’s… that’s them,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His free hand came up to wipe at his eyes, and when he turned to look at you, his face was lit with a mix of wonder and joy. “That’s our baby,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Instead, you squeezed his hand, letting your tears fall freely as you both stared at the screen, watching the tiny heartbeat that had changed everything.

That evening, as you sat curled up together on the couch, Austin couldn’t stop looking at the ultrasound photos. He held one up, studying it intently before glancing at you. “Okay, we need a nickname,” he announced suddenly.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “A nickname?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding firmly. “We can’t just keep saying ‘the baby.’ They need something special, something that fits.”

You tilted your head, considering his words. “Alright, Mr. Creative. What do you suggest?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Bean,” he said, holding up the photo again. “They’re tiny, they’re cute, and it just… feels right.”

You laughed, shaking your head but secretly loving the name. “Bean,” you repeated, testing it out. “Alright. Bean it is.”

From that night on, Bean became a part of your everyday vocabulary. Austin greeted your belly every morning with a soft “Good morning, Bean,” and every evening, he read stories or played music to your growing bump. His guitar, his piano, even his voice—all of it became a nightly ritual, his way of connecting with the little life you were creating together.

One evening, as you both lay on the couch watching a film, you felt it—a small but unmistakable flutter low in your belly. You froze, your hand instinctively pressing to the spot.

“What’s wrong?” Austin asked, immediately alert.

You grabbed his hand, your heart racing as you placed it where you’d felt the movement. “Just… wait,” you whispered.

A few seconds passed. Then it happened again—a tiny kick, soft but distinct. Austin’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. “Was that…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “Was that a kick?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. “Yeah. That was them.”

He let out a breathless laugh, his hand pressing gently against your belly. “Hi, Bean,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “It’s me. Your dad. I can’t wait to meet you.”

The kicks became more frequent after that, each one a little reminder of the life growing inside you. Austin couldn’t get enough of them, often resting his hand on your belly whenever he was near, his face lighting up every time he felt a movement.

When a brief press tour took him away for a few weeks, the separation was harder than either of you anticipated. But even from afar, he found ways to stay connected. Every night, without fail, he FaceTimed you, his guitar in hand as he sang softly or read aloud.

"It’s Dad," he’d say, his voice warm even through the screen." Just checking in to see how you’re doing.”

You’d laugh, your hand resting on your belly as you said, “I think they’re listening. They always move when they hear your voice.”

By the time he returned, you were both ready to tackle the next big project: the nursery. The two of you spent hours picking out decorations, arguing over paint colours, and laughing as you assembled tiny pieces of furniture.

“You know,” Austin said one evening as he struggled to attach a crib railing, “I’m starting to think Bean might just have to sleep in a cardboard box.”

You laughed, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him. “Don’t give up now. You’re doing great, Dad.”

He looked up at you, his expression softening as he smiled. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” he said, his voice quiet. “We’re going to be parents.”

You walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We are,” you said softly. “And I think we’re going to be pretty good at it.”

As the nursery slowly came together, it became more than just a room—it was a symbol of the life you were building together. Every little detail, from the fairy lights strung along the ceiling to the shelves filled with tiny books, was a labour of love.

Standing together in the finished room, your hand resting on your belly and Austin’s arm around your shoulders, you felt a deep sense of peace. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, leaning into him.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, his other hand covering yours. “It’ll be even more perfect when Bean’s here,” he said, his voice filled with quiet wonder.

And in that moment, as you stood there dreaming about the future, you knew he was right.

Still, no amount of Austin’s sweetness could stop the physical toll of late pregnancy from getting to you. One evening, as you were getting ready for bed, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and stopped, groaning audibly.

“I feel huge,” you groaned, turning sideways to examine yourself. “I look like I swallowed a beach ball.”

From the bed, Austin looked up from his book, his gaze softening as he took you in. He set the book aside and got up, crossing the room to stand behind you. His hands slid around your waist—well, as much as they could with the bump in the way—and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re not huge,” he said, his tone playful as his eyes danced with mischief. “You’re radiant.”

You rolled your eyes, still frowning at the mirror. “Radiant? Austin, I look like a science experiment gone wrong. My ankles are swollen, my back is killing me, and I haven’t seen my feet in weeks.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re carrying our baby,” he murmured, his hands dropping to cradle your bump. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You snorted. “Sexy? I’m wearing mismatched pyjamas and haven’t shaved my legs in days.”

He turned you gently to face him, his eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and mischief. “Still sexy,” he said, trailing kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. “And for the record, I don’t think Bean cares about your legs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound turning into a soft sigh as his hands moved to rub your lower back. “Fine,” you said, leaning into him. “You win this round.”

That wasn’t the only way Austin had been taking care of you. On nights when sleep felt impossible—when the baby seemed to think your bladder was a trampoline or your hips ached from the weight of it all—he’d do everything in his power to make you comfortable. One night, after watching you fidget and sigh for the fifth time in an hour, he rolled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, steam followed him.

“Bath’s ready,” he announced, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

You let him guide you into the bathroom, the warm scent of lavender filling the air. The tub was filled just enough for you to soak without feeling like a beached whale. As you eased in, Austin climbed in behind you, his legs bracketing yours as his hands moved to rub your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, leaning back against his chest.

“Of course I did,” he said, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’re growing a whole human. The least I can do is help you take a load off.”

“Besides, I like taking care of you,” he replied simply, his hands moving to your bump as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

As his hands traced soothing circles over your belly, the two of you fell into an easy conversation about names. It had become a favourite topic of late, though you hadn’t settled on anything yet.

“What about Lori?” you suggested softly, tilting your head back to look at him. “If it’s a girl.”

Austin stilled for a moment, his eyes glistening as he met your gaze. “After my mom?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your hand covering his where it rested on your bump. “She meant so much to you. And I know she’d be proud of you, of us. It feels right.”

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check. “I think she’d love that,” he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

The moment stretched between you, warm and tender, until Bean decided to interrupt with a particularly enthusiastic kick. You both froze before bursting into laughter.

“Guess they like the name,” Austin said, grinning as he pressed his palm against the spot where the baby had kicked. “Hey, Bean. You’ve got good taste.”

As the weeks passed, the anticipation grew, but so did the love and humour that kept you both grounded.

The due date came and went without so much as a twinge of labour pains. You’d counted down the days on your calendar, convinced that by now you’d be holding your baby, but Bean had other plans. The doctor reassured you that everything looked fine and that it was perfectly normal for first babies to take their time—though they did mention that if nothing happened in another two weeks, they’d induce labour.

It wasn’t exactly the news you wanted to hear, especially since patience wasn’t exactly your strong suit. “Two weeks?” you groaned on the drive home, slumped in the passenger seat. “That feels like a lifetime.”

Austin, ever the optimist, glanced over with a calm smile. “Hey, your mom said she always went past her due date with you and your brothers. Maybe Bean’s just taking after you.”

You gave a dramatic sigh, though his hand finding yours on the armrest softened your mood. “If that’s the case, Bean owes me a big apology for making me this uncomfortable.”

“I’ll make sure they’re on their best behaviour when they get here,” Austin said with a wink, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “But for now, you’re stuck with me.”

As the days passed the news of your overdue baby had spread among your family and friends, and with it came an avalanche of unsolicited advice on how to speed things along. Your phone pinged with messages every few minutes, each suggestion more bizarre than the last.

“Your sister says I should try eating spicy food,” you told Austin one evening, scrolling through yet another message as you sat with your swollen feet propped up on the coffee table. “And my cousin swears by bouncing on a yoga ball.”

Austin, seated beside you with his guitar in hand, raised an eyebrow. “What about the one from your aunt? Didn’t she say something about pineapple?”

“Pineapple, acupuncture, castor oil... oh, and Claire suggested a long walk and warm baths.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

Austin chuckled, setting down his guitar and shifting closer. “Anything else?”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you scrolled through one particularly cheeky message. “Well, uh… Ashley had a suggestion that worked when she was pregnant with with Jupiter.”

“Oh, this should be good. What is it?” He grinned, giving you a playful nudge.

“She said… sex might help.” You glanced at him from under your lashes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Something about the hormones and stimulating labour.”

Austin’s grin turned downright devilish. “Now that’s advice I can get behind.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile at the way his hand slid to your belly, his thumb brushing slow, soothing circles. “It’s science,” you teased, leaning into his touch.

“Science, huh?” His voice dropped, the playful glint in his eyes turning into something softer. “Well, far be it from me to argue with science.”

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, and filled with all the love and anticipation that had been building over the past nine months. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and for a moment, you forgot all about your swollen ankles and aching back.

You melted into the kiss, your fingers curling into his shirt as his hand slid around your back, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch, the way his lips moved with yours—it was enough to make you forget, if only for a little while, the discomfort and impatience of these last few days.

When he pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath was warm against your lips. “You know,” he murmured, his voice a low hum, “I think science might be onto something.”

You laughed softly, the sound turning into a sigh as his hands traced gentle, soothing circles on your lower back. “You’re impossible,” you teased, though the fond smile on your face gave you away. “But fine. If you’re so dedicated to the cause, who am I to argue?”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time, his hands sliding to cradle your belly. “You and Bean,” he whispered, his voice thick with affection. “My whole world.”

Your heart swelled, and you reached up to cup his face, brushing your thumb along the curve of his cheek. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, your voice soft and full of emotion.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. The discomfort and impatience of waiting melted away in the warmth of his embrace, replaced by a sense of peace and quiet joy. In moments like this, it was easy to remember why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place: his unshakable optimism, his unwavering support, and the way he always managed to make you feel like the most important person in the room.

When you finally pulled away, your hands still resting on his shoulders, you couldn’t help but smile. “So, Mr Butler,” you said, your tone light but teasing, “what’s your next plan to convince Bean to make their grand entrance?”

He chuckled, his hands still cradling your belly. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve,” he said with a wink. “But first, I think we should start with a good night’s sleep. You need your rest, mama.”

You rolled your eyes but allowed him to help you up from the couch, his hands steady and sure as he guided you toward the bedroom. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right—you needed all the rest you could get. After all, Bean could decide to arrive at any moment, and you wanted to be ready.

As he tucked you into bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe tonight would be the night. Or maybe not. Either way, you knew you were in good hands—with Austin by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t handle together.

It was the middle of the night, two days before your scheduled induction, when you woke up feeling... off. At first, you thought it was just another bout of pregnancy discomfort—the kind you’d grown used to over the past few weeks. You shifted in bed, trying to find a position that didn’t make your back ache, but something was different this time. A dull, rhythmic sensation began to spread from your lower back to your belly, each wave stronger and sharper than the last.

“Austin,” you whispered, reaching over to shake his shoulder gently. “I think…”

He stirred with a soft groan, his hair a dishevelled mess as he blinked up at you, still caught in the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with concern. “You okay?”

You nodded, though your breath hitched as another wave rolled through you, stealing your focus for a moment. “I think it’s starting,” you managed, your voice trembling.

It took him a moment to process your words, but when it clicked, he shot out of bed like someone had lit a fire under him. “It’s happening?” he asked, his voice pitching higher. “Like… happening happening?”

You nodded again, gripping his hand as the contraction gripped you. “Definitely happening.”

His reaction was instant and chaotic, a blur of nervous energy as he darted around the room. “Okay, hospital bag—where’s the hospital bag? Car seat’s in, phone’s charged—oh, wait, I need to call the doctor—”

“Aus.” Your voice was steady despite the pain, a small smile tugging at your lips as you watched his frantic motions. “Breathe.”

He stopped mid-step, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you with a sheepish grin. “Right. Breathing. Got it.”

The contractions were coming steadily now, but still far enough apart that the doctor advised waiting at home a little longer before heading to the hospital. Austin stayed glued to your side, his energy shifting from panicked to determined as he settled into a rhythm of supporting you. Every contraction was met with his steady voice, his warm hands on your back, and the constant reassurance that you were doing amazing.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his tone low and soothing as he rubbed circles over your lower back during another wave. “I’m so proud of you.”

You leaned into him, his presence a grounding force as the hours stretched on and the contractions grew stronger. He timed each one with the kind of precision that would’ve been comical if you weren’t so focused on riding out the pain. At one point, you caught him muttering countdowns under his breath, and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“Relax, Coach Butler,” you teased faintly when the contraction passed, your voice breathless but fond. “I’m not running a marathon.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re doing something way more badass than that.”

When the time finally came to leave for the hospital, Austin was at your side in an instant, helping you into the car as though you were made of glass. “You know I’m not going to break, right?” you teased, though your voice hitched as another contraction tightened your belly.

His gaze softened, his hand brushing your cheek as he murmured, “You’re carrying my whole world. I’m not taking any chances.”

The drive to the hospital was a blur of flashing streetlights and the steady pressure of his hand holding yours. He murmured soft words of encouragement every time a contraction hit, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your skin. The excitement and nerves hung in the air between you, tangible and electric, but through it all, his love and steady presence anchored you.

By the time you arrived, you were ready—ready to meet the little person who had turned your world upside down in the most wonderful way.

The hospital was a flurry of activity as soon as you arrived, the nurses greeting you warmly as they guided you to a room. Austin stayed glued to your side, his hand firmly in yours as they asked you questions and hooked you up to monitors. The rhythmic sound of Bean’s heartbeat filled the room, steady and strong, and it was enough to ease some of your nerves.

“You’re doing great,” Austin murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. His voice was calm, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened every time you grimaced through a contraction.

Labour was a whirlwind—hours that felt both endless and fleeting, a blur of pain, anticipation, and the steady presence of Austin by your side. He held your hand through every contraction, his voice calm and reassuring as he reminded you to breathe, even when you were ready to throw the ice chips at him.

“Doing great, baby,” he said, his hand brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Almost there.”

You gave him a look that could’ve melted steel, the pain sharp and unrelenting. “You say that one more time…” you panted, gripping his hand hard enough to make him wince.

“Noted,” he replied with a lopsided grin, "I’ll file that under ‘things not to say to a woman in labour.’" Though he didn’t flinch as your grip tightened again with the next contraction.

Hours later, when the time finally came to push, everything else faded into the background. The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all you could focus on was the determination to meet the tiny person who had been growing inside you for the past nine months. Austin’s voice was a constant, grounding you when the pain threatened to overwhelm.

It was his strength, his unwavering presence, that carried you through the final moments. “You’re so close,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can see the head.”

With one final, all-consuming effort, a sharp cry filled the room, cutting through the haze of pain and exhaustion. The world seemed to stop for a moment as the doctor lifted a tiny, wriggling figure into view.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor announced, their voice warm with joy as they placed her on your chest.

Time seemed to slow, her cries quieting the moment she felt your warmth. She was perfect—tiny fingers, a button nose, and a head full of fair hair that reminded you so much of Austin. Your heart swelled to the point of bursting as you traced her features with trembling fingers.

“Hi, Bean,” you whispered, tears spilling freely now. “Hi, baby girl.”

Austin leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand rested gently on hers. You both sat there for a moment, the world fading away as you took in the miracle between you. It was Austin who broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “Lori,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “If you’re still okay with it… I think it’s perfect.”

You nodded, your voice too thick with emotion to speak. You glanced down at her, stroking her soft cheek. “Hi, Lori,” you whispered. “Welcome to the world.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The love in his gaze was enough to undo you all over again. “She’s so tiny,” you said, your voice breaking. “And she’s ours.”

“She’s ours,” he echoed, his voice no more than a whisper.

The minutes that followed were a haze of firsts: the weight of her in your arms, her tiny hand curling instinctively around Austin’s finger, the soft, exhausted smiles you exchanged as the world outside the delivery room faded away.

When the nurse came to take Lori for her first check-up, Austin hesitated, his hand lingering protectively on her tiny head. “You’ll bring her right back, right?” he asked, his voice laced with both awe and worry.

The nurse smiled. “We won’t be far, Dad. She’s perfect, by the way.”

As Lori was carried out of the room, Austin sank into the chair beside your bed, his head falling into his hands. You reached for him, your fingers brushing his wrist. “Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed but filled with a quiet, overwhelming joy. “I just… I can’t believe she’s here,” he said, his voice trembling. “She’s real. And she’s ours.”

You smiled, your own exhaustion forgotten as you reached for his hand. “She’s everything, isn’t she?”

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment that felt like it could stretch forever. “You’re the strongest person I know,” he murmured against your skin, his forehead resting against yours. “Thank you for her.”

You looked up at him, your chest tight with love and exhaustion. “We made her together,” you murmured, your fingers lacing with his. “She’s all of us.”

When they returned with Lori swaddled in a soft blanket, Austin reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he cradled her for the first time. The way he looked at her—his gaze full of wonder and tenderness—made your breath catch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her tiny hand. “I’m your dad.”

You couldn’t look away. Seeing Austin holding Lori—his large hands supporting her tiny body as he murmured soft, loving words—solidified everything you’d been through together. It wasn’t just love; it was the kind of connection that grounded you, that made everything you’d ever dreamed of feel possible. This was your family, built on a foundation of unwavering devotion and joy.

“She looks so much like you already,” Austin said, glancing up at you with a watery smile. “Same little nose, same pout. She’s beautiful.”

“She already has you wrapped around her finger,” you teased softly, though your voice was thick with emotion.

Austin looked up, his expression unapologetic. “Completely,” he admitted with a small, wobbly smile. “She’s got me for life.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of exhaustion and wonder. You eventually dozed off for a little while, but when you woke, the sight before you took your breath away: Austin was still cradling Lori in his arms, his head bent as he whispered to her.

“I can’t wait to show you the world,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. “We’re going to have so many adventures, baby girl.”

You blinked back tears as you watched him, the love in his voice resonating deeply within you. If you had any doubts before, they were gone now. This was everything you had ever wanted, everything you had dreamed of, and so much more.

Austin glanced up and caught your gaze, his lips curving into the softest smile. He came over, settling beside you on the bed, and placed Lori gently in your arms. Together, you stared down at her, drinking in every tiny detail as the weight of the moment settled over you. It was a beginning—a brand-new chapter, a fresh adventure. And you couldn’t wait to live it.

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