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asxgard · 4 months ago

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Companionship | pt. 1

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!reader

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Series Summary: He’s not sure how he got here, perhaps it’s the aching loneliness or the overwhelming stress. You’re there because it seems like easy money and you have a pushy friend. All in all, it’s a good deal — he gets the companionship he’s after, no strings, and you get your utility bills paid on time. It’s pretty simple, easy, until your arrangement bleeds into something a bit more…complicated.

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Note: Me?? Coming off hiatus?? Bit nervous about this one, but I’m jumping right in lol not sure how long this’ll be. Struggled between making it a reader fic or making an oc, but here we are.

Takes place prior to The Pitt.

Word Count: 1.7k (they’ll likely be longer going forward — just needed to lay the groundwork)

Warnings: BIG age gap omg (roughly 18 years even after I aged Robby down a bit, ~44), foul language, ptsd mentions, mentions of sex work, descriptions of hospitals/patients and brief mentions of violence at said hospital, mild dubious consent later on (like barely), eventual sexual content (afab!reader), angst, mutual pining, mentions of difference in power dynamic, medical errors bc I am a simple bitch, Dr Robby lacking some emotional intelligence/bottled up feelings. (Also you go to school for accounting and have two named friends). Slowburn. Mature themes.

This is not a promotion of such gaps or sugar daddies in general — it was just an idea I had and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Dr Robby seems like a good man, so I doubt would actually seek out such a relationship, but I have no doubt that that man is lonely and stressed as hell lol and this is my fic soooo

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Michael Robinavitch really had no idea how he had ended up in this situation, sat in that little cafe miles away from his normal stomping grounds. There was the obvious — getting on the subway and physically walking into the building, but the events that led him there nearly made him stand and walk back out.

It had started with a patient he’d had several weeks prior; a man not much older than himself, who had no family, and money to burn. The pretty woman who had come to visit was out of his league, painfully so, but she had sat diligently by his bedside and comforted him while the residents ran all the necessary tests. When she had slipped out of the room to make a phone call, the man had boasted.

His once complicated relationship with Heather Collins aside, Dr. Robby usually found such age gaps problematic and messy; a man looking to take advantage of such a gap or a woman looking to gain monetarily, or both. In his experience, it was rarely pure intentions — but what the man had gone on to explain after a confused look of one of the residents, was they weren’t in a relationship. They weren’t even having sex. He was simply paying for a beautiful woman’s companionship. No complex relationship, no true illegal activity or prostitution; just a busy man and an uncomplicated solace.

“Not really even a sugar daddy,” the patient had explained to Dr. Robby and Perlah, doped up on pain meds, “though it’s a fine comparison.”

What two grown adults got up to in their free time was their own business, the patient’s voice rang in Robby’s head, and if a man likes to spoil his lover or his friend, then that’s not illegal.

His heart thumped anxiously in his chest. This was only going to be a distraction, one completely unconnected to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center and that would be a breath of fresh air. Besides, if this turned out to be a complete disaster, he could just go on with his life. No changes.

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You took the long way to the cafe, anxiety eating at your insides. Why had you allowed Erin to convince you this was a good idea? It had seemed harmless at the start — laughing and joking with Erin while you downloaded the app, talking to a handful of guys looking to spoil you. Eventually settling on one particularly reserved man (which you found mildly endearing) and securing a “first date”. It had been thrilling. It had even been fun.

At least while it was all over the phone. Now it was real and you had such an urge to turn around and run for the hills.

University was expensive, and between clocking in as many hours at your office job and still staying on track with your classes, you still found that rent was hard to keep up with. Erin had found you in a state of distress over a bowl of cheap ramen, explaining quite plainly what she did to supplement her income. It seemed like it would be too easy. Erin told you she didn’t start out with anything sexual, mostly just spending time with lonely older men and keeping them company.

It turns sexual only if you want it to, but the pay can be better, was the only relief that echoed in your head. The control lies with you, and never let that change.

It only calmed you slightly — that, and the fact that if this date went terribly, or in a way that you became uncomfortable, you could call it all off. He didn’t have your number, or any personal information, only your first name. No arrangements had been made or agreed to, and you found comfort in it. You thought to go in and just get it over with, return back to your apartment and tell Erin: “It’s just not for me.”

Maybe you could pick up DoorDashing instead.

Before opening the door to the cafe, you quickly sent your location to Erin and sent a text to Marsi about coming by to study in a few hours.

You were instantly hit with the calming aroma of coffee once inside, though you felt too jittery to order any. You settled on decaf tea before turning to the tables on the far side of the cafe. You wondered if he was on time, or if you would instead pick the table. Maybe he won’t show.

You caught sight of him almost immediately and it made your heart jump with a renewed sense of anxiety. He was here. He was here.

His eyes were on his own cup, though you knew they were brown from his picture. His hairline was only slightly receding, with his hair thinning slightly atop his head, plenty of laugh lines adorning his face and a thick beard that held several grey hairs. His features seemed scrunched up in thought, dark brows pulled together. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive, part of the reason you had accepted his request in the first place. If you were going to do this, it wasn’t going to be with someone you could barely look at. You could fake a lot of things, but genuine interest was not one of them.

“Michael?” You asked softly, hand on the back of the chair opposite him.

He looked up and gave a stiff smile, before confirming your name.

You smiled back at him, nodding. You pulled the seat back and sat with slow, calculated movements. Feeling his eyes on you made you swallow thickly, nerves running a rampage through your insides.

Erin had coached you, explained good questions to ask to suss out the bad ones, plus her own advice as to what she looked for and what was a red flag. All the advice seemed to flow right out of your head.

“How are you?” You asked, thumb tracing over the lid of your tea.

He huffed a small laugh, “I’m…fine.” A pause. “Look, I’ve never done this and I don’t—”

Relief pooled through your insides, though the nerves held strong. “Well, at least that makes two of us.”

His brown eyes met yours, seemingly surprised. He swallowed.

Maybe he was looking for direction.

Your eyes flickered to your tea and back again. “So, can I ask what made you sign up in the first place?”

He leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah,” his expression suddenly turned uncomfortable, his left cheek scrunched up almost in a wince. “I’m just looking for some…companionship.”

Perhaps he was embarrassed.

You nodded, taking a slow sip of your hot tea. “Anything specific?”

His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and he blinked. His eyebrows rose, “Nothing sexual,” he said, voice dropping into a whisper at the last word. “Just someone to listen, call and talk to, I suppose.”

Your heart stopped racing. “No interest in a girlfriend?”

“I’m too busy for that.” Though it seemed more like a deflection.

You watched him curiously, raising a brow, “Alright. Something like a friend, then?”

He considered it. “Someone unconnected to my life.”

—

He said unconnected, but he meant not worried about my wellbeing. He dealt with too many people asking how he was, too concerned with the past. He needed someone that let him breathe, someone he could reach out to on his own terms with no strings attached. Someone who wouldn’t pry, someone who would not be offended by his long silences and his avoidance of talking about his emotions. Someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m damaged.

“More like a companion.” He explained, elaborating, “I need someone who can give me more space than a friend would, who’s okay if we don’t talk for days at a time. Something easy and uncomplicated.”

“Ah, I understand.”

At least he didn’t sound insane. He had a few friends, but he frequently felt like he was putting on an “I’m okay” mask whenever he was around them. He didn’t want to wear that mask with just one person.

“Yeah,” he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “What is it you’re looking for?”

You smiled, adding to the warmth of your face. You were beautiful, with pretty eyes and hair pulled out of your face. Far too out of his league, and young. Your profile showed an age that put you at nearly eighteen years apart. But, a corner of his mind whispered, it’ll be nice to have a beautiful woman’s attention.

“A bit of a distraction myself,” you told him, pursing your lips. “I’ve been quite stressed with school and it’ll be nice to not think about all that from time-to-time.” Then you smiled. “And maybe get some help paying my utility bill.”

He chuckled, soft and quiet, matching the grin on your face. “What do you go to school for?”

“Accounting,” you answered after a beat. “I’m working on my masters. What do you do for work?”

“I’m a doctor.” He said, careful to not elaborate much more. He was proud of his position, but he wanted whatever this was going to be to be completely separate from his professional life.

You seemed to understand, not asking any follow up questions that most people might have asked.

After only a handful more questions, you seemed satisfied. He asked about allowance, and your expectations, and found you would be a fine fit for each other. He felt a strange calmness overcome him as your conversation melded into small talk.

When you excused yourself to leave, you explained you wanted a day or two to sit on it. You expressed it wasn’t him, but the situation at hand that you wanted to think about. It brought comfort to him, knowing you were both a fish out of water in this situation.

Michael left the cafe feeling lighter than when he had entered, taking a long walk back home — silently deliberating. You were easy enough to talk to, and seemed to understand right away when to ask questions and when not to pry. You weren’t asking for anything outlandish in return, or even looking to make a living this way, only needing some help to finish school. He understood that, Pittsburgh wasn’t the most expensive city someone could live in, but add in school loans and he could see why you turned to supplemental income, as you had put it.

By nightfall, he’d received a message though the app hidden in a locked folder on his phone.

It was your number.

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starmurdock · 4 months ago

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'truth is great and shall prevail'

matt murdock x reader | matt needing comfort & reassurance from the one he loves most

first DDBA!matt imagine. this show has re-fueled my love for writing him so i hope you enjoy! this one is fluffy and a lil angsty

the sounds of shuffling stirs you awake, limbs sprawling and stretching on your shared mattress as sunlight invades your vision. your eye opens just enough to read the time - 7:24.

a yawn escapes you just as matt turns around from the space in his closet. you smile softly. "morning, baby."

he walks over to your side of the mattress fastening his suit jacket. the sun hits his features just right, illuminating the perfectly intricate curves and angles of his face. his eyes glow a bright green-yellow, the crinkle of his smile briefly blocking their depth. "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?"

the only response you can muster is a soft 'mmm' of contentment, letting him know: i slept well. he smiles, caressing your cheek like you'd break under his touch if he used too much force. your life with matt is nothing short of amazing, but mornings spent together take the cake. the softness of rustling in the sheets together, limbs tangled throughout the night; the warmth from matt's chest as he lays against your back, the pure comfort of resting your tired body against his. it truly is domestic heaven.

matt returns a 'mmm' in approval of your good sleep, kissing your forehead and lingering. you breathe deeply, taking in his scent that intoxicates you, wakes you up more than coffee ever could. it's musky, woody. not too strong for his heightened senses, but just enough to drive you mad. a hand moves onto his thigh, caressing and kneading the same way he does to you after a long day's work.

the ghost of matt's lips leave your skin feeling empty and cool as he sits back up, looking almost apologetic.

"today's the court meeting. wish i could stay here with you." he continues to gaze at you with a sorry expression, giving away the verity of his words. you take his hand and press a kiss to his palm.

" 's okay, honey. want them to see how good my husband is."

he laughs, still not used to the term. husband. it rings in his ears, only intensifying his insatiable need to be around you as much as possible.

"only wanna make you proud, sweetheart."

"you always do," you utter with the smile that never really left, because that's what matt does to you. his infectious spirit seeps into every fibre, imprinting himself, damning you to a lifetime of his wondrous company.

his expression turns serious all of a sudden, eyebrows fixed like he’s been taken off guard by something worrisome. he stares at you. his gaze is so intense it almost tricks you into thinking he is truly seeing you. the muscles of his thighs go taught, his hand stilling on your hip. his mouth opens once, twice before speaking.

"you know," he clears this throat. "i'm not one to admit to fear, but...i am nervous. about today." he looks away, now also fearing your judgment. he tries to hide his shame, but the way his hand twitches ever so slightly, like his body is wired to brace for disaster, gives it all away. you know him too well.

"hey," you sit up, all tiredness leaving your body. your hand takes his. "it's okay to be nervous, matt. you're human just like the rest of us."

as you speak, his fingers find solace in fiddling with your wedding ring. "i always had a vision for the person i wanted to marry when the time came. you gave me that and then some, matt. you're a damn good lawyer with a good heart. every time you step foot in the courtroom, you prove that to be true a hundred times over."

his gaze is back on you, staring just hard as before but differently, longingly. he heard the way your heart beat steady, the way it kept a stable rhythm. of course you were telling the truth, you had no reason to lie about this. and yet, the voice in the back of his mind taints his judgement as it so often does. he thanks God he's the only one with super hearing, his heart beating twice as fast as yours.

he fails to articulate how your sentiment made him feel, so he grabs your chin and kisses you instead. his tongue swiping on your lip at first contact, hungry for a taste of you. aching to savor every drop of your sweet, poisonous words. it didn't matter to him that you had just woken up, that the heat of your breath might've turned anyone else away. matt would take you in every state, every form. he pulls you onto his lap, grabbing at the flesh of your ass. molding, kneading, squishing. he can't get enough of you. tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck, he groans.

"fuck--" he hovers just above your lips. "i really should get going, honey. 'm sorry." he kisses one last time, making it count. with a final tap on your behind, he pulls away and gently scoots you back into bed. matt grabs his cane from its spot against the wall, exhaling as if purging the anxiety from his core. you tap on the mattress, signaling his attention.

"go get em, baby."

#kay writes #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #daredevil born again #daredevil #murdockmasterlist

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mediumgayitalian · 4 months ago

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The oak wood Grandfather clock in the back centre of the Athena cabin is deafening; tick, tick, tick. Each crack of the heavy gold hands reverberates, pinging off the walls, off the tucked-away metal bunks, each ladder rung scraping off the floor right after; tickscritch, tickscritch, tickscritch. Annabeth’s breathing is timed perfectly, beautifully, with every second of the clock, enveloping the sound with the whoosh of her measured inhales; hhhhtickscritch, hhhhtickscritch, hhhhtickscritch; the puff of her minute exhales; hhhhtickscritchfsss, hhhhtickscritchfsss, hhhhtickscritchfsss.

Everyone else holds their breath.

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

hhhh

tick

scritch

fsss

“Okay,” Annabeth says, voice like a crack of a whip in standstill morning air.

Three people scream.

She looks up, grey eyes flitting between the gathered campers, narrowing at the tense space between them, the pounding hearts audible even over the clock.

Will bites back a smile.

“Oo-kay,” she tries again, shaking a tired head. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

Cecil, bless his brave heart (or perhaps his idiocy, they’re often easy to conflate) is the first to recover. “Really? That seems…complicated. Even for you.”

Ah. Idiocy.

Will slaps his hand over his best friend’s mouth and pinches him hard by his ribs.

“Forgive him,” he says apologetically, scooching them both gently away from the twitch of Annabeth’s eye. “He was neglected as a child and often speaks out of turn for attention. He knows not what he does.” He easily ignores Cecil’s muffled hey! over the sound of barely-concealed giggling. “Also, he’s my best friend, and if you kill him I’ll have to kill myself in solidarity, and then who will heal you?, et cetera, et cetera.”

Annabeth sighs. She taps her foot. She sighs, glaring one last time before returning to her maps. “Keep him muzzled, then, Solace. There’s only so much insolence I can take.”

Will nods. “Ever so kind, Annie.” She whips her head back up, murderous, but Will has already ducked behind Clarisse, biting back his snickering and hushing Cecil when he laughs.

“You’re a nasty hypocrite,” Cecil whispers finally having managed to wiggle himself free (licked Will’s hand and Will shoved him).

Will shrugs, face angelic. “Whatever do you mean.”

Clarisse, without so much as glancing backward, stomps on Will’s toes. “If I miss her list of Jackson’s weaknesses because you two are blabbing, you die.”

Will scowls at her, hopping on his non-maimed foot, cradling his poor mangled sneaker with his free hands. Ow. “Alright, alright, Jesus.” He sticks his tongue out as soon as her back is turned. She knows, somehow, and reaches out and fuckin’ punches him, easy, no sweat, full force.

Ow squared, what the hell.

Cecil snickers at him, nudging his toe against Will’s prone form and rudely ignoring the agony spreading from his stomach. Wow. He could die, right here, right now, staring at the dust bunnies in the corner of the Athena cabin, and that would be the last thing Cecil does for him. Kicks him while he’s down. What a legacy.

“I’ve met your dad, and I want you to know, empirically, that you’re worse.”

“That’s an evil thing to say to me,” Will wheezes. His spleen is still hanging out somewhere around his throat. Clarisse is lethal. He forgot his rule: always make sure you are within the safety bounds before bothering Clarisse. This is why he is unfit to lead a cabin. He forgets his rules.

“Whenever you’re done,” drawls a voice. The minor crowd of demigod clears a straight aisle right to where Will is suffering, because loyalty and class solidarity mean nothing to anyone, apparently.

Will curls up tighter. “I could use a few more minutes, actually.”

There is a scoff, and the sound of flannel sleeves being rolled up, and Will is fast but unfortunately also committed to the bit and does not scramble away in time before he is airborne, collar of his shirt choking him slightly from where Clarisse has fisted it and from where he is dangling. She shakes him, which does not help the choking bit.

“I have impunity,” Will manages, mentally begging forgiveness from his trachea. Annabeth huffs and waves her hand, allowing his release, which doesn’t work because Clarisse doesn’t take orders from Annabeth, so Will sucks in as much breath as he can and tries instead, “Let me go or I’ll sonic on a frequency so specific every one of the Ares landmines will deactivate,” and Clarisse grunts and mutters “Can’t sonic if you’re dead, you little punk,” but does indeed drop him. Will grins from the floor, rubbing his throat.

“I knew you loved me.”

She moves menacingly forward, and this time he speeds away, hiding behind Butch. Butch will protect him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Butch grumbles, so Will turns up his charm to eleven, smiles including his best dimple, and diplomatically refrains from reminding the son of Iris that unfortunately calling Will cute violates Section Four of the I Know He’s Hot I Got Him First Back Off Act and could result in his zombification.

Politics. He’s great at ‘em.

Annabeth leans forward slightly, easily making eye contact from where they both easily tower over Butch (who notices and rolls his eyes. Rip in peace). “Dude, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

From across the room, Kayla laughs out loud, which is Rude, so Will ignores her, holds up a hand, and loudly removes the badly crinkled paper from one of his (many) pockets, tries (unsuccessfully) to smooth it out on his thigh, holds it up next to his watch, and squints until the numbers stop moving.

“Actually, according to my schedule —”

“You mean that blank post-it you just found?”

“—I have four point seven hours before my next shift starts. Responsibility is a distant dream.” He carefully folds the paper back up (crumples it into a ball) and returns it where it belongs (chucks it over his shoulder). “So, there.”

Annabeth stares at him. He squirms. She stares some more, he squirms harder, and before she can stare some more and Will vibrates out of his skin, Ellis loudly says, “I can just kill him, if we want, then we can move right along.”

Several people mutter their agreement. Will makes careful note of who and remembers to let them suffer next time they ask for his help. Annabeth sighs.

“No,” she says, sighing yet again, “unfortunately we need him.”

There are two wolves inside him. One, a praise hungry Daddy issues whore, perks up and starts whining and scratching at the mention of being needed. The second, more rational, trods calmly off an imaginary couch, bounds up his spinal cord, walks through right into his brain, and pulls the giant red button labeled, ALERT. Unfortunately he is so busy imagining the two wolves inside of him dukeing it out that he misses his opportunity to complain, and it is only several minutes into Operation: How Our Totally Dope Alliance will Massacre the Nepobabies (Operation HOT DAMN) that Will starts, realises he’s still on the floor, scrambles to his feet, and says, “Hey, wait a second!”

Unfortunately, he is the boy who cried wolf, and is entirely ignored. Damn. Will hates it when Cecil is right. It’s so rare he honestly forgets it happens.

“Wait a — pause! A moment! Time out!”

His (SUPPOSED, but apparently everyone is a traitor forever) team totally ignores him, or at least they try to, but unfortunately for the scoundrels they have Jason on their team, this time, and since Jason is the sweetest summer child to ever summer child so long as everyone ignores his occasional midnight howling and horrible table manners, Jason turns to him, pauses, and says, “Yes, Will?”

Will sighs dreamily. “Have I ever told you I love you, Jason?”

Jason squirms, glancing fleetingly at the dusty Cabin 6 shadows.

“Uh, no. And, um, maybe continue to not.”

Will waves a hand. “Psh. He’s kidding about the murder thing. Probably.”

Jason scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that I’ve seen him turn someone living directly into a ghost, and I’m really quite fond of being alive.”

“Speaking of Nico,” Annabeth says, glancing up from her maps, “I have a job for you, William.”

“Not my name,” Will says automatically. The rest of her sentence clicks and he grimaces. “Is the job sitting in a tree, eating grapes and looking pretty? ‘Cus I’m real good at that.”

“He is,” offers Drew. “For all his countless flaws as a person he has really quite excellent bone structure. I love watching his jaw in action.”

Will preens, very used to selectively listening to Drew’s ‘compliments’. “Thanks, Drew!”

Coincidentally, the shadows around Drew churn and whisper. The entire team of demigods takes three wide steps away from her to avoid any association.

They’re being dramatic. Nico only every maimed someone in a jealous rage once! And it was a misunderstanding, anyway. He’s a sweetheart and a softie.

“No one agrees with you,” calls Annabeth. “And, Solace, I swear to the gods, if you keep getting distracted I’m booting you.”

“That’s ADHD-phobic.”

She cracks a smile. “Shut the hell up.”

Smugly satisfied, Will walks over to her crossed arms and tapping foot, curtsying since the situation seems to call for it and ignoring the secondary call to fall dramatically at her feet and pledge his service, as that call feels like his father’s influence and any influence from his father is evil and bad.

“Nico di Angelo is quite probably the most stubborn person to have ever lived. He lives and works for his own will only. And yet, you smile at him and ask for anything and he trips over himself to get it for you, like you have bewitched him in some way.”

“Very weird way to describe a loving relationship, but okay.”

“You —” She drags her fingers in the air in the vague shape of Will’s figure which, coupled with the chorus of wolf-whistles, makes him feel vaguely like a plump hen in a den of coyotes and also kind of like a peacock, which is a sensation he shoves immediately into a pit of repression — “are playing Makaria.”

“Hm.”

“By that I mean you will walk alone into enemy territory. You will locate the target. You will smile pretty and charm him until he lets down his guard. And then you will attack.”

“I see.”

“Kind of a whore of babylon meets James Bond thing.”

“No, I got it.” Will’s ears redden slightly at the gathered snickering. “This is, uh, the plan we’re solidly laying on?”

“Yeah,” calls out Kayla, as she is a traitor, “you think he can sashay up to Nico without tripping over his own feet and dying?”

“No one asked you,” says Will hotly. “I can — I can sashay perfectly fine, thank you kindly.”

What a world that Will is arguing his ability to sashay. Every day at Camp Half-Blood is a thrill, truly.

“He’ll be fine,” Annabeth says dismissively. “I’ve been observing them. As soon as Will gives him one half iota of attention he folds. He won’t even need to sashay.” She looks at him critically. “Really, though, dude, don’t sashay. I’ve watched you trip sitting down.”

Will flushes for several reasons. “Shut up. I’m — I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dismissed. Don’t let me down.”

Will walks back to his corner of cowardice, avoiding Clarisse and also various snickering pokes and pinches to his flushed cheeks. It’s — they’re not like that, are they? Distracted? Will didn’t think they were. He gets a little distracted when Nico is around, sure. Anyone would. He’s — powerful, and sardonic, and sweet, although he hates to admit it, and thoughtful and genuine and surprisingly funny. Nico’s easy to fall into.

But Will’s not — distracting. He’s just Will.

“God, your self-esteem issues are embarrassing,” Drew complains. “Do you think he follows you around because he’s ever so interested in your nerd healing rants?”

Will huffs. “They’re — interesting!”

“They’re boring, you loser. He’s gone on you. It’s impossible for even Blondie to miss.” Drew flicks her long hair over her shoulder, scowling at Annabeth’s direction. “You think he made everyone read the I Know He’s Hot I Got Him First Back Off Act for nothing?”

“I thought it was a bit,” mumbles Will.

“You — are you dumb!” Drew yanks him by the strap of his chestplate, which is Rude and Mean. “He literally stabbed Cecil last week for staring at your ass. I still think you should have let him bleed, by the way. He needs humbling.” She loosens her python grip on his straps and starts picking at imaginary lint on the bronze. “Don’t sashay. You’ll make a fool of yourself, you clumsy fuck. Just walk over and smile and say something about ventricles or something. He’ll be drooling all over you.”

“He’ll be entirely engaged by my thrilling lecture on the cavities responsible for mamillian — and beyond! — life and livelihood,” sniffs Will, pushing her hands away.

“That’s the exact kinda nerd shit you should be saying. Good.”

“I hate it here. I’m so unappreciated.”

“Whatever you say, Grape Boy.”

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sodamnbored · 6 months ago

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Nico: Will, you’ve gotta do something!

Will, shining a light into Jason’s eyes: What happened?

Nico: There was an accident. He’s really messed up.

Jason: Honestly, I feel fine -

Nico: Do you think the damage is permanent?

Will, confused: He seems okay to me?

Nico, shaking his head: No, he’s all confused. Watch.

Nico: Jason, what day is it?

Jason: Tuesday.

Nico, distressed to Will: See?

Will: But…Today is Tuesday.

Nico: But he thinks it’s last Tuesday.

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demie90s · 5 days ago

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A Kate Martin X fem!reader where Kate Martin has two passions: basketball and books. Between practices and games, she always finds solace in the quiet corners of her favorite bookstore. But lately, her visits have become less about the books and more about the charming new bookseller, whose warm smile and endless literary knowledge leave Kate completely starstruck.

The problem? Kate is terrible at flirting. Every attempt to impress the reader, casually quoting classic novels, "accidentally" dropping her bookmark, ends in adorable disaster.

But when Kate finally works up the courage to ask the reader out, she’s hit with a plot twist: she has no idea Kate is a star athlete. In fact, she’s never watched a basketball game in her life.

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Kate Martin x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Kate Martin has two great loves: basketball and books. And between team practices and travel days, she finds peace in the quiet corners of her favorite bookstore, especially since you started working there.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none (just mutual pining, blushing, and bookmarks)

Setting: Indie bookstore + cozy city cafés

Kate had never considered herself particularly smooth, but this was… bad.

She was already fumbling the copy of The Bell Jar, the third book she’d picked up just to have something in her hands, when she spotted you at the front desk again, adjusting the little display of staff picks.

You were in your usual uniform: oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder, a silver pen tucked behind your ear, and that same half-curious, half-unbothered look on your face like the world was only as interesting as the page in front of you.

Kate was doomed.

She hovered awkwardly between the fiction and poetry shelves, pretending to browse. Not that she was fooling anyone. You clocked her the second she walked in, eyes trailing her oversized hoodie and beat-up sneakers, typical athlete swagger trying to pass as casual.

When she dropped her bookmark for the first time that day, you didn’t say anything. Just picked it up from where it had landed next to the register and held it out to her like a peace offering.

“Lose something?”

Kate flushed. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You arched a brow, amused. “You bring a bookmark to a bookstore?”

She nodded, too earnest. “Gotta be ready for anything.”

You just hummed, dropping it into the open copy of The Bell Jar she’d clutched like a shield. “Right. Like emergency Sylvia Plath.”

Kate grinned, cringing internally. “She’s… uplifting.”

That earned her a proper look. Not annoyed. Just flat, blank, full of dry humor. “She tried to kill herself with sleeping pills.”

Kate tried again. “A literary icon.”

“She stuck her head in an oven.”

“…A tragic queen?”

Your lips twitched. She saw it. The tiniest twitch at the corner. But you didn’t give it up. Not yet.

Kate cleared her throat and tried to recover, eyes darting toward the Staff Picks display like it held the answers to her social ineptitude. “So, uh, who picked Mrs. Dalloway?”

You gestured to yourself, casually leaning against the counter now. “Guilty.”

“She dies in the end, right?”

“She walks into traffic. You spoil one more book, I’m charging you extra.”

Kate snorted, laughing before she could stop herself. “That’s fair.”

You smiled. Like, actually smiled.

Not just the little polite one. A real one. Wide and lowkey surprised by itself. A quick, involuntary thing that lit up your whole face. Like she’d accidentally found the joke hiding inside you.

For a moment, Kate couldn’t move.

“God,” she said before her brain caught up, “you’re really pretty when you do that.”

Your smile faltered, blinking. Kate’s eyes went wide. “I mean—not that you’re not—like always—but when you smile it’s—”

You laughed. Low, and then higher, bubbling like it surprised even you. Kate just stood there, stunned. Heart pounding. Because this wasn’t just “you found her amusing” anymore. This was something new.

“Relax, Romeo,” you said eventually, voice still warm with amusement. “You get points for effort.”

Kate nodded slowly, fighting a grin of her own. “So… I’m not completely bombing?”

You tilted your head. “Oh no. You’re bombing very charmingly.”

“Right,” she said. “So… controlled crash.”

You handed back the book, folding the receipt inside with your name scribbled on it.

“If this is a crash, at least the landing’s interesting.”

Kate took it with careful fingers, trying not to hold her breath. Because yeah… she was still bad at this.

However at least she had a shot.

You’re not expecting it.

Well maybe that’s not entirely true. You’ve been expecting something. No one shows up five times a week, stammers through quotes she clearly rehearsed, and drops the same damn bookmark like it owes her money unless she’s working up to something.

But still, when she blurts it out “Would you maybe want to… hang out? Like, not here?” it knocks the breath out of you a little.

Not because it’s shocking. But because it’s… so her. Loud. Honest. Slightly panicked. Really, really endearing.

You blink, caught off guard by the nerves in her voice, the way her fingers tighten slightly around The Bell Jar like it’s a flotation device.

She’s not looking at you now, more like somewhere over your shoulder, like the rejection might already be forming in the air behind you.

For a second, you just look at her. The hoodie she’s clearly worn twice this week. The ink smudge on her wrist from where she jotted a note earlier. The red on the tip of her ear from either sun or embarrassment or both.

This big, awkward, sweaty dork who’s been trying so hard to impress you without realizing she didn’t really need to.

You smile. Not a smirk. Not one of your usual polite, bookstore-default half-grins. A real smile. Warm, surprised, and maybe just a little bashful.

“Sure,” you say, voice softer than you meant it. “I’d love that.”

Kate’s head snaps up like she wasn’t prepared for this part. Her eyes widen, lips parting like she’s about to say something else but forgot how words work. Then, slowly, so slowly,, her whole body deflates with relief.

She exhales like someone just told her finals were canceled. Or like she hit the game-winner and didn’t realize it until the crowd started screaming.

“Cool,” she says, and her smile is immediate. Big and dorky and so contagious it makes your cheeks hurt.

“Yeah. Cool.”

You try not to laugh, but the sound slips out anyway half-breath, half-chuckle.

She hears it. Her eyes flash to yours, something hopeful, excited sparking behind them. “You laughed.”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning one elbow on the counter. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Martin.”

Kate tilts her head. “Wait—you know my name?”

You shrug, playful now. “You’ve used your loyalty card six times.”

“Oh.” Then she grins. “Right.”

You take a sticky note from your pile, scribble something, and slip it into her copy of The Bell Jar before she can peek. She looks at you suspiciously. “What’s that?”

“My number,” you say, cool as ever. “You know. For the coffee.”

Kate’s eyes drop to the book, then back to you. Her smile is so wide now it’s borderline criminal.

“…Okay. Yeah. No pressure or anything but, this might be the best book I’ve ever bought.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling. “Don’t ruin it.”

Too late. She’s already halfway to the door, practically skipping, and totally missing the shelf she nearly knocks over on her way out.

The bell above the door jingles. You finally let yourself laugh. Not quiet. Not polite. Just full and soft and so amused. You’re actually kind of excited to find out.

Three coffee dates in after she’s memorized your order (iced chai, extra cinnamon), after she’s confessed her love for Little Women and passionately defended Amy March (you were suspicious at first, but she made a strong case), after you casually called her “absurdly charming” and watched her nearly knock her latte into her lap, Kate thinks maybe, maybe she’s doing okay.

She’s never been good at flirting, but with you, it’s felt less like a game and more like… curiosity. Like turning pages just to see what’s next. That’s when you ask.

“So… what do you do? Besides quote Virginia Woolf like it’s a love language.”

Kate freezes mid-sip. Lowers the cup. Clears her throat like she didn’t just panic.

“Oh. Uh… I play basketball.”

You nod, casual. “Cool. Like… on a team?”

Kate laughs nervously. “Yeah. Kinda. College ball before. Iowa. Now the league.”

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing slightly. “The league? Like… a book league?” She chokes.

“No—God, no. The WNBA.” There’s a second of stunned silence. Then you laugh.

Not a polite laugh. A soft, surprised, delighted laugh that makes something flutter in Kate’s chest, like she just banked a shot she didn’t expect to land.

“Oh my god,” you say, hand over your mouth. “Wait. You’re Kate Martin? That explains the arms.”

Kate blinks. “You seriously didn’t know?”

You shake your head, still grinning. “I’ve never watched a basketball game in my life.”

She looks… stunned. A little thrown. Maybe a little relieved. Because now she knows you didn’t say yes to a date because of who she is on paper. You said yes to this, to her awkward bookmark tricks, her literary bluffing, her crooked smile.

You look at her, at the way she’s gone quiet, eyes soft and uncertain, and reach across the table, touch her hand gently.

“But… if it makes you smile like this,” you say, “I think I’d like to.”

Kate’s lips twitch. Then spread into that wide, dorky grin she tries to fight but never can around you. Her ears are pink. Her fingers are warm under yours.

“Guess I’ll have to teach you,” she murmurs.

You grin, leaning in slightly. “Only if you promise to stop buying Nietzsche to impress me.”

She laughs, eyes rolling. “Deal…But I’m keeping the bookmark thing.”

You groan. “Dork.”

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FORBIDDEN LUST — CAPITANO

synopsis : you were assigned to guard the fatui’s best. you knew the bounds of your relationship was strictly professional, but when your conversation one night becomes personal, those lines begin to blur.

❥- pairings : the captain (capitano) x fem!reader

❥- a/n : this post is for my criminal event ! i decided to do the captain, because well, he fits the bill in some aspect. i hope you guys enjoy and feedback + reblogs are appreciated :).

content warnings : nsfw [18+], fem!reader, minors + ageless + blank blogs dni, fatui!reader, spoilers to the 5.0 archon quest, power dynamic, mentions of crime, porn w plot, age gap, finger sucking, use of pet names (baby , darling , my love), some fluff, possessive!capitano, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, biting, outside sex, rough sex, choking, nipple sucking, corruption kink, dacryphilia.

The moon’s bright rays cast themselves over the meadows and mountains over the nation of Natlan. The beautiful plethora of colors that were painted on the various rock walls were shown brightly due to this light. It was a very calm evening in the nation of war. The air was warm with a bit of humidity clinging along with it, but despite the weather, you still had to keep your main focus alive and that was the duty of protecting the fatui’s number one.

Your introduction to the powerful organization wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. You found yourself seeking out solace within because of your disdain for the heavenly principles that cursed Teyvat. Like many of the fellow members, you believed that the cryo archon had the right approach when it came to dealing with them, so you joined her in the fight to gain every gnosis that belonged to the six other archons. Along with your passion, your abilities were another piece of the puzzle that led you into obtaining the position you had today, and that was becoming somewhat of a guard to one of the harbingers.

The Captain.

Not many members were lucky enough to interact with the harbingers themselves. A lot of them were never seen outside of Snezchnaya or in the public eye at all. However, when the Captain was made aware of the crisis that was occurring in a nation he protected all those years ago, he wasted no time making his way there to understand the pyro archon’s approach to the impending disaster that threatened Natlan. Since you were tasked with being by him, you were immediately told to tag along with him. You hadn’t ever gone to Natlan before, but you wished you had a lot sooner. The land of pyro was full of so much color and life. There was a happiness that bubbled in your stomach when your eyes scanned over the beautiful horizons that were buzzing with different animals or people who were happily playing with their saurian pals. You knew being a part of the fatui meant being a cold hearted individual who, on the outside, had to assert their dominance over others, but there was still a side of you that enjoyed the good things about Teyvat.

While you did bask in the beauty of Natlan, you knew you still had a job to do.

Being around the Captain for as long as you had, you had to learn to become accustomed to his reserved nature. He often didn’t speak to you for long periods of time, and he always kept any personal details to himself. You knew that was understandable, especially given his ranking in the fatui. He was one of the most feared men in all of Teyvat. Some of the other fatui members would shake in their shorts at the mere thought of his name being uttered. You were intimidated by him at times. He was strong. There was a reason he was number one, but you still had many questions about him as a person.

The fire before you crackled every few seconds. There were a few embers that snapped into the atmosphere and disappeared as quickly as they developed. You were stationed out in a campsite that wasn’t too far from the stadium that you were planning to invade the next morning with the Captain. The man sat across from you. He was as quiet as he typically was. If you had to be honest, you disliked awkward silence more than anything. You were a talkative person with the right people, but with him? You were afraid to make too much noise with your feet. He had kicked some serious ass in front of you before, and you did not want to become a human popsicle because of him. You simply followed his orders, no questions asked. He could be mysterious at times. He was a man who was always somehow several steps ahead of everybody else and you learned over the months you’ve worked alongside him that he was very clever. You often yearned to know more about him. All you had was baseless rumors made up by random people.

Tiredness began to creep onto your body a lot quicker than you had anticipated. You forgot that you had spent several days travelling through different areas to get to Natlan. This was one of the first times you had gotten the chance to sleep in a few days. You’re trained to not get lazy or tired, but this was the one time you were about to give in to those ideals.

“Getting exhausted already, hm?”

Your hazy thoughts were interrupted when the Captain’s voice rang in your ears. It always managed to catch you off guard because of how deep it was. There was also so much silence around you both, so it was unexpected to hear him speak so suddenly. “Heh..” you laughed, softly. “You caught me, Captain, my apologies.”

The man before you shook his head, dismissing your apology. “No need, we’ve been travelling for days. I can’t expect you to be wide awake while we’re in front of a fire..” he said. “If you need to rest, don’t worry. I can keep an eye on our camp, and I doubt anyone passing by will attempt to start a fight this late.”

There was a sudden spike in your heart rate at his words. You found it quite surprising that the Captain himself was showing leniency towards you. You were used to him being quite strict at times with the other fatui members who traveled alongside him with you, so this sudden shift made you wonder why he was being so.. Nice? It seemed out of character, and curiosity began to reign in your mind. Could this be a test? The harbingers were a group of individuals who were unpredictable in all forms. He could easily be testing you, so if you did fall asleep, he could scold you for letting your guard down and making him have to protect you. It was your job to save his life in any scenario, after all.

Your eyes flickered from the man to the fire that was still burning. Although you had been around him several times, his presence alone did make you nervous. “No, it’s alright. I have to make sure you don’t get hurt.. Especially with the abyss lurking around here. I can stay up!” you smiled, nervously.

For a moment, the Captain didn’t speak, making that anxious feeling return all over again. Was he going to get angry? Were you supposed to go to sleep? It could’ve been an order hidden in his words. Silence was the most deafening thing to exist.

“I know what you’re thinking, (Y/N), you don’t have to push yourself for my odds.” he broke that silence that was killing you. “As much as I appreciate it, your wellbeing is important. You can’t fight properly if your body is at its limit.”

You swallowed thickly at his words. It was almost like he was somewhat worried about you? It sounded unrealistic. The fatui are known for their selfish motives, so why would the number one member show any ounce of care in his guard? “N-No! It’s quite alright, sir, really! I can handle it.” you tried to sound reassuring, but he could see through your facade like glass.

He shifted in his seat, making you freeze up again. You really disliked how you could never properly understand what he was thinking or what he was planning to do next. You also couldn’t read his emotions because of the mask that hid his features. He never took it off once, and even during combat it remained on his head. “Alright.. If you insist, but if you’re planning on staying awake, then I am too. I would rather not waste the night sitting in silence, so let’s talk.” he said, bluntly.

You stared at him like he said something psychotic. He wanted to talk? What was there to discuss? You honestly didn’t know much about one another besides the basics when it came to your ranking among the fatui, and his obvious spot in the harbingers. You also never took the Captain to be somebody who liked small talk. He kept his words often short and straight to the point, so that’s why it made it all the more difficult when it came to conversing with him in an unprofessional manner. “Sure.. um, forgive me, but I’m not exactly sure what we should talk about..” you could feel your palms becoming clammy from how nervous you were.

He suddenly chuckled, leaving you speechless because you didn’t think he was capable of sharing a laugh with you, let alone a smile. “You’re quite chatty, I’m a little surprised, but that’s just fine..” he paused, shifting his gaze onto you. “Tell me.. Why did someone like you decide to become a part of the fatui?”

You didn’t think he would ask such a personal question right off the bat. He usually could care less about those who were beneath him, but nonetheless, he was a bold man. He had no problem asking uncomfortable questions whenever he wanted. You weren’t sure how to respond. There were so many reasons. “Hm, well, I want the best for Teyvat! I think it’s an unfair world and there should be something done to those who harmed others in a negative manner.” you explained, crossing your legs together. “I dunno.. I just want to see change. Even if it’s something small, it’s the thought and effort that matters most.”

The Captain seemed somewhat unfazed by what you told him, but beneath his mask he was actually impressed by your words. He had heard many people discuss their reasonings and motives for joining such an organization. Some were ridiculous, like suggesting they enjoyed the power they had over others, or that they were able to use delusions to obtain what they wanted. Others had selfish desires for money or the thrills, but you seemed to be somebody who had passion. You didn’t care for the power or the other bullshit that came with being in the fatui. All you wanted was for others to be okay. He admired that, truthfully. He also struggled to process it at the same time. He found it somewhat hard to believe. He had been surrounded by self centered values and desires for so long that he almost forgot that there were people like you still out there. There was still good existing in this cruel universe.

“Hm, I see. You seem to be quite the driven person, and I respect you for that.” he replied. “I think you’ll end up somewhere great in life, and maybe you’ll have the opportunity to experience true peace in this life.”

His words brought comfort to you like a warm blanket being wrapped around you on a cold morning. You were glad to hear he felt optimistic about the future, but his praises made you feel even better, Earning the respect of the Captain wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. You’d have to destroy him in battle to get him to bat an eye at you, so it came as a big shock to hear he respected you. Despite that, you appreciated it. “Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me.. And I hope someday that there will be peace too.” you smiled.

The Captain then stood up, shaking off the large jacket that rested on his broad shoulders. You watched him place it onto the grass that was just a couple inches away from him. He then sat down once again, facing you.

You never saw much of his body. It was always hidden by his clothes and he hardly ever removed it unless he was by himself. Snezchnaya was also frequently cold, so it was understandable that he wore it all of the time since he spent a majority of his time in the land of cryo. However, through the fabric of his shirt, you could see his muscles that outlined through it. There was a side of your brain that was screaming for you to look away, but your eyes couldn’t move away from how nice he looked. You knew he had been through many fights and training throughout the years, but seeing it this close was making your body heat up. You had seen plenty of muscular men in your life, but this was different. He was also your boss, technically. It was wrong to think of him in such a manner. You could possibly face many punishments if your wild thoughts were able to surface to reality.

He seemed to catch on to your staring, because he turned his head in your direction. You couldn’t physically see it, but you could feel his eyes watching you. “Something the matter? I only took off my coat because the fire was making me feel warm.” he explained, raising a brow underneath his mask.

Immediately, you felt embarrassed that he had caught you. You weren’t doing it to be rude or anything, but now you just seemed like a fool in the eyes of your superior. You hoped he didn’t think of you negatively now. It was honestly quite easy to get on the Captain’s bad side these days. “N-No! I’ve never seen you without your jacket, that’s all. My apologies, sir, I shouldn’t-”

“You were just curious, nothing wrong with that.” he interrupted. “And, please, drop the formalities. Call me Capitano, you’ve earned that.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets from how wide they had become. You were probably the most professional person to ever walk the earth. You didn’t think you would ever have the chance to use the Captain’s other name. It was a rare occasion. You didn’t think any of the other harbingers muttered it either, so what made you so special? All you did was work beside him and protect his life. It was as simple as it sounded, but nonetheless, you weren’t going to protest.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the burning sensation that had appeared on your cheeks from his words. “R-Right! I’m sorry, sir- I mean, Capitano! I will use your name instead!” you stumbled over your words like a kid. “I’m not used to this kind of formality..”

The Captain nodded his head. He could understand from your perspective that a sudden change of professionalism could make you feel somewhat uneasy. He never gave out his real name on purpose. He’d much rather be known as the Captain, because, really, who deserved to know anything else about him? It wasn’t like he was an everyday citizen. “I understand, but you will get used to it. There’s no need to feel rushed or embarrassed, (Y/N).” he said. “I actually want to know more about you, because I hardly have any knowledge of your personal life. Don’t feel obligated to tell me anything, but I figured that’s how we could pass the time.”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to react to his request. This man had to be sick or something because this was the first time he had ever asked to know things about you. Neither of you were friends and your relationship was simple enough. Then again, he was trying to pass the time, so he probably could care less about the little stories you had from childhood. You figured it’d be fine. “Sure! I can tell you anything.” you smiled.

The next hour was full of you talking and the Captain mostly listening.

You shared many stories from your childhood. You talked about your parents and how you missed the meals they would cook for you, or the memories you had of watching the snowfall for the first time in your hometown. To an outsider, you seemed like one of those older people who were telling stories to the children, but to the Captain, you were so much more than that. There were so many interesting things he learned about you within those sixty minutes. You disliked a lot of tart foods, your favorite drink was the fonta that came from Fontaine, and you had a habit of drooling in your sleep from time to time. They were so basic, but he genuinely enjoyed hearing you talk. Your voice was soft and not overwhelming. It’s one of the reasons why he liked having you around him. Unlike some, you were tolerable to be around. Some people talked too much or annoyed him to no end, but you? He could never get tired of you, and that scared him.

He struggled internally at the thought of you. He thought it was fine for a while. He only saw you as one of his subordinates who had to maintain his safety, but slowly that started to change. The Captain didn’t know how to approach these dizzying feelings that were developing for you. He felt comfortable. Like, he didn’t have to put on a brave facade and hide who he truly was when he was in your presence. He wished he could protect you from this world that had become so cruel.

“(Y/N), do you mind if I were to show you something?” he asked, abruptly.

You blinked for a moment, pausing in your words. You had no idea what he was going to do, but you did trust him. “No, what is it?” you inquired, nodding your head to the side like a dog that was curious.

The Captain seemed to hesitate for a moment. He wondered if doing this was going to be a good idea, but he believed that doing so would establish some sort of trust between the two of you. He took a deep breath, then moved to take the mask that had been covering his face for several years.

At that moment, your heart ceased in its movements. You had never seen the Captain’s identity before in the few months that you had been working under him. The mask he wore was a constant symbol of who he was and the unknown often scared many people, but you weren’t afraid of him in the slightest. His face was far from anything like the rumors people had made up about him. His eyes were the color of ice, piercing and bold. His skin was somewhat tan with several scars that were etched onto multiple places on his face. He had somewhat of a mature face, showing his age was evident to what you had originally assumed. He was so handsome and cunning. It made your body feel weak from the mere sight of his features.

Your silence made him somewhat uneasy. He wondered if revealing his face was a good idea. Were you disgusted? Scared? He couldn’t read your emotions on your face, and it was eating him alive.

“My apologies I-”

“No, don’t apologize! Really!” you cut him off, taking him off guard. “I.. I think you look.. Lovely.”

His face completely dropped the moment your words slipped past your tongue. Nobody had ever said such a thing to him before. All of the people he had interacted with had described him as a terrifying person. He was somebody that was a part of an organization that committed crimes on a daily basis. How could someone as beautiful as you say he was lovely? There was so much beauty in the horrible world you both existed in, and he was one of the dark corners that you wouldn’t look at. “You think I’m.. lovely?” he questioned, sounding serious and taken back at the same time.

Oddly enough, you didn’t feel weird about saying it at all. It was almost like there was a sense of comfort that had built itself around the two of you as you talked with each other. “Yes! I admire you, a lot. That will never change.” you replied in a joyous tone.

A burst of warmth suddenly enveloped his stomach. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was or why it was happening. The Captain was becoming even more confused over his emotions. He hadn’t felt something like this before, especially towards you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he actually liked what he was feeling. He wanted to experiment and see if you could stir even more out of the ordinary emotions inside him. You had complete control over him. The Captain couldn’t believe that, for the first time in decades, another woman had captivated him.

He was stunned when you randomly stood up without warning and joined the empty space beside him. The Captain looked at you with somewhat wide eyes. It was an expression you had never seen written on his face before. It made you giggle. “There’s no need to be stiff.. I just wanted you to know that you shouldn’t hide your beauty all of the time. At the very least, you don’t ever have to fear doing it around me.” you made eye contact with him, making his tummy do flips once again.

He remained unmoved for a brief moment, then he made his move.

The Captain suddenly smashed his lips onto yours. His hands tossed away the mask that he had been holding to place them on your waist that he had been dying to touch for several months now. He was shocked to feel that you were kissing him back. After a few seconds, reality hit him like a wave, and he quickly realized what he was actually doing. He pulled away and was quick to feel flustered from his actions. “I am deeply sorry.. I shouldn’t have done such a thing without your-” he was instantly cut off the second you kissed him again, pushing your body on top of his.

“I want this..” you whispered, settling yourself onto his lap.

He wasted no time and pulled you against him. He had often fantasized about what it would be like to have you just like this. Your bodies touching one another, his lips on yours, your hands touching his long tresses of hair. You were a fucking dream. The Captain himself often wondered why someone as beautiful as you were alone in this world. There was so much to like about you. You were too good for a life in the fatui. You should’ve been in your hometown, fighting for your people. It sounded selfish of him, but he thought about taking you away from all of this. Keeping you safe from danger and living a quiet life.

It would be perfect.

The Captain’s hands moved to squeeze the plush of your hips. He swallowed the soft moan that had escaped your lips as a result of his contact on your skin. You sounded just as erotic as he imagined. There wasn’t a single flaw about you.

Your exchanges then started to grow more intense. His tongue dove itself into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You could feel his painfully hard boner as you ground yourself against him. Each time your clothed cunt brushed on it, the Captain grunted or made some type of noise that was turning you on. There was so much built up chemistry between you both and you couldn’t see yourself pulling away. He was addictive and dangerous. This could get you terminated or into trouble with other members of the fatui. However, you found it hard to show any care at the moment.

There was a brief pause. The Captain pulled away to press his forehead against yours, panting heavily from the lengthy makeout you just had. His pupils were blown with lust and there was a look in his eye that you had never seen before. It made this sudden thrill shoot up your spine at the thought of what was going to happen next. “Before we continue.. I want to warn you that I’m no longer going to hold back. If you wish to withdraw consent at any time, that’s alright, but I’m not going to be easy on you..” he stated, seduction dripping in his voice.

Excitement coursed through your veins at the images being created in your head from his words. You truly wanted to know what the Captain was capable of in terms of intimacy, so you weren’t about to let the moment waste. “That’s fine..” you replied. “I like it rough.. Especially if you’re going to be the one to wreck me in the end..”

That was all it took for him.

The man before you then pushed you onto the ground, hovering over you in the process. His eyes studied the different areas of your body. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. The Captain then pulled your top down, revealing your breasts that were so fucking cute. Your nipples perked as the air blew against them, making you shiver from the exposed contact. He tore your top in half so your upper half was now completely on display for him. His cock practically throbbed at the thought of what your cunt must have looked like, but this was already enough for him to lose it.

He immediately attacked your neck, kissing and nibbling at the most sensitive areas of your skin. He could care less if someone were to see the marks he left on you. He thought it would be cute to watch you try and cover them up.

Once your neck had multiple bites, he quickly moved to your chest. You whined the second his tongue made contact with your nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, making that familiar butterfly feeling appear in your belly once again. His other hand went to play with your other breast, squeezing and using his fingers to massage your other nipple. He could feel how warm your body had become from his gestures. You were so turned on. He had done so little to you.

Your eyes connected with his icy ones. You were a complete mess like this. All you wanted was for him to do more to you. “C-Captain, please, more! Ah!” you moaned out when his teeth scraped around your sensitive nipple.

He removed his mouth from your boob with a ‘pop’ sound. He couldn’t help but smirk at your desire for more pleasure. He didn’t think someone like you could be so erotic. There were so many things he wanted to do to you. The Captain wanted to push you to your limits and break you so all you could think about was him fucking your brains out. “Patience, darling. Let me show you how someone is supposed to make you feel..” he whispered, dragging the pads of his fingers towards your pants.

It didn’t take long for him to yank your pants off, exposing your panties. His cock twitched when he noticed the large damp spot on your underwear. You had practically soaked through them. He took his thumb and pressed your clit, making you jolt at the electricity he sent along your body. You were practically screaming inside your head for him to do something to you. You hadn’t experienced a feeling like this before with anyone else. Sure, you’ve slept with random men you met while traveling, but they were nothing like him.

Maybe it was the taboo of it all. You were his subordinate. You weren’t supposed to be doing something like this with a man who was in a much higher position than you. Who knows what kind of punishment or reaction might come from this getting out. He’s too powerful, so you doubted that he would lose his position in the harbingers, but that turned you on even more. The idea that you weren’t supposed to be doing this. Yet, you showed no signs of caring. It was like he had casted a spell on you and there was no way you’d be able to escape it. Not when he had that hungry look in his eye.

The Captain pulled your panties down your thighs and eventually tossed them away somewhere else. He almost came on the spot from your sticky pussy that was dripping with arousal. He craved nothing more than to have you around him. He took one of his fingers and dragged it along your cunt, making you cry out briefly from the pleasure. He gathered some of your slick and stuck his finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of your sweetness on his tongue. You were just as delicious as you appeared. He then pushed one of his digits into your hole, earning a moan from your lips. You felt so tight around his finger. He knew he had to prep you beforehand, but he wasn’t so sure if you’d be able to take him.

You gripped your breasts as he fingered you at a slow pace. It felt so good. He was taking his time and he was making sure you were enjoying yourself. He had so much knowledge on those spots inside you that made your stomach twist with excitement. “Right there, yes, right there..” you whimpered, looking at him with desperation in your hues.

He grinned at the little responses he was getting from you. You were so damn cute. He wondered what else he could do, but it seemed like what he was doing was enough for you. “Yeah? Talk to me, baby, I wanna hear you.” he started circling your clit, sending double the pleasure along your body.

You were practically humping his hand, coating it with your juices in the process. You couldn’t control the various moans and whines that kept coming from your mouth. You were slowly becoming lost in the bliss, and he fucking loved it. “Please, sir, more! I want you inside me!” you cried.

His eyes grew wide. Who knew you could be such a dirty girl? This surprised him, but nonetheless, who was he to deny you of your pleasure? You had been so obedient to him over the months. It was the right thing to do. “As you wish, darling.” he replied, removing his fingers from your aching cunt.

You shuddered when you heard his belt being unbuckled. You sat up slightly to gain a view of his cock that was fully erect. It was roughly around seven inches with a lot of girth that made you wonder how you were supposed to take it all. The tip was already leaking lots of precum. You could feel this euphoria going throughout your body. He probably had so much pent up stress that he had been waiting to take out on somebody, and that was you.

The man then took your thighs in his hands, pushing them apart so he had full access to your pretty pussy. His breath hitched when his tip made contact with your clit. It had been far too long for him. “I’m not going to hold back..” he whispered. “I want to make you an absolute slut for my cock, got it?”

You nodded, taking your fingers and spreading your lips apart. He took that as his sign to continue. He then pushed his cock into your cunt, making you gasp with pleasure as well as some pain from the stretch.

As soon as he entered you, the Captain let out the sexiest groan you had ever heard. Your walls were hugging his cock so nicely. He continued to push forward, so he was now completely bottomed out inside of you. He looked below at the sight before him. Your pussy was wrapped around his cock like a vice. The sensation of your warm cunt inviting him in was like ecstasy to him. He mentally complained to himself for not taking you much sooner. Now, he wasn’t going to let that moment slip through his fingers. There was so much he wanted to do, and the night was still young.

The air was practically knocked out of your lungs the second he started moving. You felt so full. You were surprised that he was able to make himself fit, but you had assumed that was what the foreplay was for.

It didn’t take him long to increase his thrusts. Once he noticed your desperate eyes silently begging him for more, he took that as his sign to let go. The Captain couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of your gorgeous body. Your pussy squelched and cried whenever he moved, your pretty tits bounced, and that sweet voice of yours continued calling his name like it was a prayer. That self restraint he had was quickly dwindling, but you seemed to not care. If anything, you wanted him to destroy you.

He used his hands to take hold of your thighs, gripping them firmly. You pinched your nipples to feel some extra stimulation while he fucked you. Due to the humidity of Natlan, the both of you were already becoming quite overheated. You could see the sweat glistening on the Captain’s body. It outlined his well defined muscles and the scars that were scattered over his skin. “Captain! Please, don’t stop..” you whined. “Feels so good..”

His right hand went to cup your cheek. He used his thumb to press onto your puffy lips, placing it into your mouth. You obediently sucked on his thumb, swirling your tongue around it. Fuck, you were so fucking dirty. He didn’t need to ask for a single thing. “You’re such a good girl. You drive me crazy..” he then removed his thumb, moving it to your swollen clit. “Don’t you worry about a single thing, okay? The Captain will take care of you, darling.”

You let out a cry when he began playing with your clit. The pleasure he had been giving you was now becoming overwhelming. His dick was practically breaking you apart. The tip abused that button inside you that made stars appear in your vision. He knew exactly what to do to make you fall apart in his hands.

There was this sudden protectiveness that creeped up on the Captain. Looking down at you, he could feel that urge to want to save you from a place like this. This world and the organization you were both involved in was terrifying and cruel. The idea of possibly losing you to somebody else made anger course through his body. He knew it sounded selfish. It was likely that your ideals differentiated from each other, but he didn’t care. He wanted to keep you safe. That idea of living a quiet life with one another sounded wonderful. For the first time in so long, he could actually imagine such a life with somebody else that didn’t seem temporary.

His thrusts suddenly slowed to a more tender pace. You looked at him with curious eyes, wondering where the sudden shift came from. “I’m gonna keep you safe..” he grunted. “Do you understand me..? I’m gonna make sure your beautiful heart is never broken again.. You won’t have to live in fear with me beside you.”

Your cheeks felt hot at his words. It almost sounded like the Captain was confessing to you at that very second. You weren’t sure what to say or how to react. It honestly made you feel some sort of comfort. Someone like him being able to take care of you without having to worry about the enemies that could potentially harm you. His words sounded sincere. It made your heart leap out of your chest. “R-Really..? You want that?” you blinked, placing your hands onto his broad shoulders. “Please don’t lie to me, Capitano..”

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. The lengthy strands of his hair drooped over the sides of his head. The expression on his features was serious. You could feel his eyes studying you. “I could never lie to you. Not when you’ve done so much for me.. I crave nothing more than to be with you, and only you. I will devote my entire life to keeping you alive..” he replied. “The choice is yours, my dear.”

You said nothing. Instead of using your words, you kissed him. This time, your kisses felt passionate and loving, unlike the ones you shared prior. These were real. You couldn’t find any deception in his tongue and the way he spoke.

He read your mind and resumed with those harsh ruts. He swallowed down any noises that you made and smirked to himself at the way you struggled to kiss him back whenever his tip kissed your g-spot. He decided to go deeper and angle his hips a different way. He was practically fucking up into you, and you were loving it. The kiss you were sharing was now broken apart because you couldn’t control what was coming from your throat. He thought it was cute to see you in such a state. It was almost like you had forgotten the two of you were both outside.

“Capitano! Fuck, yes! P-Please, ruin me..” you begged. “I’m so close.. Ah! Please, please! I need you”

He gritted his teeth at your words. He noticed that your walls were becoming much tighter than they were before, implying that your orgasm was just ahead of you. Your desperation turned him on. He wasn’t about to make you wait.

The Captain grabbed your hips. He had you practically bouncing on his cock from the force at which he was pulling you towards him. Your belly was tightening up with the erratic thrusts he was unleashing on your body. You could feel that climax inching closer. It was making you lose control, and all you could think about was his cock completely ripping you apart. You wanted him to be the only one who made you cum. He was the only man alive who was capable of making you feel such euphoria.

Those were the exact thoughts the Captain wanted you to have.

With one final thrust, your orgasm completely crashed over you. Your pussy clamped around his cock, leaving a sticky creamy white ring to circle around the base. Your thighs were trembling and you could feel tears developing on your lash line from how amazing your climax felt on your body. “Ahhh.. oh my god.” you cried, panting heavily from how intense it was.

The Captain pushed your thighs towards you so your knees were now nearing your chest from the way he had you bent. Your hazy eyes grew wide when you realized that his thrusts weren’t ceasing, and he was continuing that rough pace against your cunt. “I’m not done yet..” he said. “This pussy is gonna be dripping when I’m done..”

It didn’t take long for him to drag another orgasm out of you. The overstimulation was sending waves of pleasure all along your tired body, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your pussy was aching and spasming around his dick, drawing the Captain closer to his own high. Those disgusting thoughts of him filling you to the brim with his cum were clouding his mind heavily. It was all he could think about.

He grabbed onto your throat, firmly gripping it so he could properly fuck you. He could feel his cock twitching and that familiar feeling of an orgasm hurtling towards him with every rut of his hips. He practically growled the moment his balls tightened, finally releasing his cum into your cunt. Warm thick spurts of his seed leaked into your womb, making you shiver from the warmth spreading across your lower abdomen.

He removed his hand from around your throat, remaining inside of you so none of his cum would slip out of your hole. His fingers brushed along your cheek. Your face was so gorgeous to him. Your eyes were glassy and there was a lazy smile resting on your lips. “Like what you see..?” you questioned, giggling slightly from his stare.

The Captain came to your level and pecked your lips. He couldn’t hide his smile when being so close to you. “Absolutely..” he replied.

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thewitchandtheassassin · 8 months ago

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Life, Death, and the Space in Between Part Two (Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal)

Summary: Centuries later, you find yourselves reunited once more.

Words: 2430

Warnings: Canon violence, language, arguing, etc.

A/N: I hate how obsessed I am with this couple but here we fuckin' are.

-X-

Three Centuries Later

Sipping your morning coffee, you idly flipped through the newspaper as you savored the stillness of the early hours. You had sorted through your expected duties, leaving you with a bit of time to yourself before the cosmic powers of Life dragged you back into its grasp. You may never be human, but you could at least enjoy a few mortal pleasures.

As the door to your temporary abode slammed opened, you sighed and tossed aside the paper.

“Hello, my love,” you greeted with an easy smile, tilting your head back to accept the deep, probing - almost furious - kiss from Rio’s painted lips. The aggression took you by surprise but you melted into the embrace, offering her whatever solace and reprieve she needed.

Dragging your chair back from the table, she dropped down into your lap, tossing an arm around your shoulders while downing the remnants of your drink. Protest died on your lips, knowing it would be useless to argue with the lady of death. It wasn’t abnormal for her and, honestly, you didn’t mind the quirk. You found it amusing.

“I found her.”

Head tilting curiously, you cupped Rio’s cheek, wiping a speck of blood from her cheek and knocking a piece of shattered glass from her dark tresses. “Who?”

“Agatha,” she practically growled, glaring at the dark wood table before turning her eyes to you. They softened, though you could see the fire raging within. “I wasn’t looking for her per se, but I did find her.”

Pressing your lips together thoughtfully, fighting your initial reaction, you slowly nodded. “And how did that go?”

“We fought. I made her front door explode.” She said it so casually that all you could do was blink up at her. “Turns out, little miss Scarlet Witch kept her trapped in Westview. She has no power now. Won’t be long until she has some poor idiots singing that song so she can rectify that.”

It was stated emotionlessly but knowing your former lover was mortal had clearly shaken Rio. Before, you could rely on Agatha being formidable. Powerful. To be lacking her purple, well…

“I see you didn’t reap her.”

Rio rolled her eyes, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. “No. I…”

“She’s our weak spot,” you acknowledged, running a finger over the slope of her nose. “You and I are inevitable. A perfect balance. She was always our anomaly and we love that about her. Even if she still hates us three hundred years later.”

Pressing her forehead against yours, Rio poured. “Why doesn’t she want us?”

“She does,” you cooed, nipping at the pushed out lip teasingly. “She’s always been our stubborn girl. She just refuses to deal with her grief and instead-“

“Sinks a fucking unsinkable ship? Causes massive disasters so she can throw another tantrum or make a point?” she snarled, though there was little heat behind it. She’d always appreciated the dramatics of Agatha’s gestures, even if it often upset the natural order and balance you carefully crafted together.

“She was always incredibly skilled at getting our attention,” you chuckled, letting your mind wander back to the woman you remembered centuries ago. “There was never a dull moment when Agatha was around.”

“I miss her,” she admitted, shoving her head into your neck as her inhumanly sharp teeth scraped the flesh. “I cut her hand… and then I licked it clean. Tasting how mortal she is now is upsetting. I always liked how the purple sparked against my tongue.”

“If you were anyone else, I would mention how unsanitary that is,” you murmured, head tipping as a cool mouth explored the familiar expanse.

“Shut up.”

Tangling your fingers in her hair, you yanked hard and felt the lust rebound through your connection as the low moan met your ears.

-X-

As the dirt and grass shifted, the Road making way for a new witch to sink its proverbial teeth into, a passing thought flickered through Agatha’s mind but she brushed it away with a simple mental wave of her hand.

There’s no possible way. The universe can’t hate me that much.

Watching with bated breath, the newly formed coven gasped as two sets of limbs and bodies began to crawl from the wet soil.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding!” Agatha shouted, years of resentment burning in ocean eyes as you righted yourself from the fresh grave. Her stomach rolled with anguish - guilt, pain - at the brief expression of hurt that crossed your features before you leaned down, offering a hand to your other half and tugging her up from the hole she’d clawed her way out of. “Never mind, the universe does hate me.”

Teen glanced between Agatha and you, his eyes wide with fear and excitement.

“Heard you guys were having a party,” Rio greeted, her usual nonchalance in full bloom as she wandered closer to Agatha, forever drawn like a moth to its doom. “We were in the neighborhood.”

A flower blossomed from her fingers, beautiful in such drab surrounds.

“Surprise,” she gasped, eyes wide and bordering on deranged. “My lady.”

Always in step with your antagonistic lover, you were quick to wrap an arm around Agatha’s waist as she lunged at Rio, glaring at the smug woman pointedly.

“Come now, Agatha, it’s not worth the effort,” you murmured, trying to ignore how your heart fluttered at the close proximity.

She screamed in frustration, wrenching herself from your arms before storming away in a huff. The teenager chased after her, leaving you to stand awkwardly before Agatha’s makeshift coven while Rio petted the massive fucking spider on her jacket.

You might’ve been Lady Life but holy fuck, that thing was huge and kind of freaked you out. All life was important and sacred but it needed to stay far, far away from you.

“What’s up? I’m Rio.” You gagged as she guided the damned thing into her clothes, inching away as her eyes went wide and she crept towards you. “Aw, what’s wrong, baby? He’s sweet.”

“I’m sure,” you responded, stepping backwards warily. “He can be sweet… over there. Away from me.”

She growled playfully, stomping at you and cackling when you scurried back a few steps.

“So, you’re a green witch, huh? B-both of you?” the woman you recognized as Alice Wu-Gulliver. You remembered her poor mother, begging for protection for the young Alice. Watched Rio take Lorna’s soul when the curse overcame her.

“Less a green witch,” Rio replied, tilting her head in such an adorable way that you had to bite your lip to suppress a giggle, “and more the green witch.”

That frightening tone of Death startled the huddled women but you simply rolled your eyes, hooking an arm through Rio’s.

“She’s a green witch. I just came along for the ride, it seems,” you mused, studying the scenery around you curiously. To be standing on The Road, a place forged by Agatha’s lies and quick wit, was not quite what you’d expected when you’d been yanked from your home. It was born from a maelstrom of bullshit and naïve witches believing that power could simply be procured instead of earned.

How is this…

Dark eyes cut in your direction, a similar interest gleaming back.

Strolling down the dirt path, Rio whistled, knocking you into a patterned step-skip combination that was so innocent and bizarre that it made you cackle. You could hear Agatha ahead, speaking with Teen in a semi-quiet manner but your ears were keen to whispers. Despite the unsettling nature of The Road and the lack of understanding how, Rio seemed completely at home in this strange place.

It’s all real, but none of this is natural, she mused, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she peered around. I don’t think any of these witches are capable of changing reality itself but I guess I’ve seen weirder.

“I can’t tell if I hate her or if I want her number,” Jen whispered to the group behind you, nearly swallowing her tongue when Rio abruptly paused to turn and face them. An eerie grin crossed her flawless features and she waved before twisting back in your grasp and continuing onward.

“What a scary bitch,” Lilia breathed.

Should I be worried? you teased, snorting at Rio’s brow rising high.

Before you could blink, she had you shoved against a tree, tongue shoved into your mouth incessantly as she both made her point to the gawking witches and used the opportunity as an excuse to grope you. It was demanding and needy, completely indecent, and by the time she was willing to release you from her clutches, your knees were shaking.

“I-I was kidding,” you said breathlessly, panting as a familiar smirk curled the edges of her lips.

“Oh, I’m aware,” she purred, tugging you away from the still-gaping group and following after your former lover. “But we both know you loved that. You like staking your claim.”

Sliding your hand into her back pocket, you shrugged nonchalantly.

-X-

Standing at the doorway of the music booth, your eyes glided along the lithe form of Agatha Harkness. She looked good, especially in a 70’s outfit that probably would’ve looked weird on just about anyone else. It had been so long since you’d really gotten a moment to just appreciate her. Remember every dip and curve…

“Hey,” you grunted, nodding at Agatha’s drifting hand. “Must everything be a ploy with you?”

Dark eyes flittered to the witch’s wiggling fingers and she snorted, shaking her head. “You never change, do you, Aggie? Nice try, though. I almost bought it.”

“Of course you protect her. Again,” Agatha sneered, venom on her tongue and fury in her eyes at the perceived slight. “All you ever do is protect her. You can’t -”

“Bullshit,” you cut in sharply, glaring at the offended woman you still loved. It was a nightmare ignoring the burning ache in your chest, but you refused to let her grief insult your relationship with them. “I protected you just as fiercely. I went against my nature - my very being for you. So if you want to hate me, fine, but don’t you ever say I didn’t love you just as much I love her. That I wouldn’t have done anything for you. That I didn’t do everything I possibly could for you. And for him.”

Staggering away from your sudden outburst, Agatha stared at you with misty eyes. What you said was true. You both had always treated her as an equal, despite the odd, unending connection you would always share. Once upon a time, it had bothered her, that she would never have that same bond, but you did everything you could to never make her feel like an outsider.

When they’d been driven from town, you willingly killed for her and for Nicky. And for a brief moment, she considered apologizing for downplaying what you had done, for unintentionally spitting in your face, but righteous anger kept her tongue heavy as lead in her mouth.

Unwilling to suffer through your anguish any longer, you stalked out of the room.

“Hate me if you want. Believe whatever bullshit you tell yourself at night, but we fought against every power we could for him,” Rio said softly, watching Agatha’s features shift then harden. “She had to fight even harder than I did. Remember that. The universe and cosmos… they don’t forget. And they rarely forgive.”

-X-

Of fucking course it had to be that song. The bastardized, albeit sweet song-turned-protection-spell that was once Nicky’s creation. Luckily for you - and Rio - the curse haunting Alice didn’t seem to have any interest in the the ladies of Life and Death, so you flopped onto the couch to watch the impromptu jam session with unimpressed disdain. Truthfully, you hated what Agatha had done to the song, marring what innocence your son had left for the world.

I look so hot in this. So do you. Do you think the Road would be mad if you fucked me against that piano?

Shooting Rio a glance, you couldn’t stop the involuntary smile that befell you as she winked from behind the drums.

I think I might need these outfits. We can relive the 70s.

Pay attention to what you’re doing, you scolded. And maybe Agatha won’t die in this sham of a Road. And you hated the 70s.

Maybe that’s what I want, she replied flippantly, finding the beat effortlessly. I’ve been trying to collect her soul for centuries. She should’ve died quite a few times, if someone hadn’t interfered.

I…

I know.

Watching the performance, you couldn’t take your eyes off Agatha. She could hold the world’s attention if she demanded.

It brought you back to raising Nicky. How she would sing him lullabies as he fed, the songs far too mature though they seemed to soothe his moods. The nostalgia was overwhelming and for a moment, you thought you might get sick, before the tangy, metallic scent overtook your nose.

Blinking, you peered over at Teen, watching how he hunched and bowed in pain. You started to stand from your seat, but Rio’s shrewd look sent you crashing back down onto the cushions.

You can’t.

Watching the demon burst into flames, atop Alice’s shoulders, you were the first to meet Teen as his body went limp and he slammed into the floor.

“Oh shit! Teen!”

There was chaos and unfettered panic as everyone began worrying over the unconscious boy. Hands and words and thoughts came together in a crescendo of concern and nothing was truly getting done, other than Agatha snapping at her fellow witches as tears flooded her eyes. Swallowing your discomfort, knowing you probably shouldn’t intervene - that Rio would be less than thrilled by your choice - you stepped into the fray and lifted him with ease. Despite his age, he was a fairly light boy. Very unassuming. Meek.

Agatha shrieked, demanding you release him to one of the other witches, but you ignored her. You looked to Rio, whose eyes darted between you and Teen, before slipping down the stairs tucked within the piano and back onto the Road. His life was fading quickly, crimson dripping from his wound onto the ground beneath your feet and smearing across the fallen leaves.

Settling him on the nearest flat surface, you took two steps back as the coven gathered around him.

Rio took one step forward.

And all you could see was history repeating itself again.

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midniqhtt · 8 months ago

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james ‘logan’ howlett

masterlist • x-men • 05/12/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

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𑣲 the great war I @pretty-little-mind33

When you get unwillingly administered the cure, you find solace in someone you don't think you deserve to see again.

𑣲 dear reader I @/pretty-little-mind33

You think Logan hates you but all he's doing is saving you from himself. He didn't think his plan would explode in his face.

𑣲 redamancy I @little-miss-dilf-lover

you often worry you can never keep up with your husband's continuous acts of love and care, your attempts always seeming to come up short. logan catches on and shows you that there’s nothing for you to prove.

𑣲 between your thighs I @logansbaby

𑣲 practice I @selfcarecap

Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

𑣲 sharing is caring ft. peter parker I @/selfcarecap

Your new teammate Peter Parker has a huge crush on you, and your boyfriend Logan has always wanted to watch someone else fuck you. It’s Peter’s birthday and Logan decides to share.

𑣲 muse I @/selfcarecap

Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasn’t done it in years, maybe even decades, but he’s struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them.

𑣲 suspension bridge effect I @d1stalker

You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he's obsessed with you, much to Logan's dismay

𑣲 a peaceful repose I @/d1stalker

After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you

𑣲 all of you, all of me I @/d1stalker

In a world of black and white, the only person who could bring colour to your life is the last one who'd want to.

𑣲 never is a promise I @joelsgoldrush

You are everything Logan isn’t: sweet, trouble-free, much younger—and, to top it off, Charles' caregiver.

𑣲 epiphany I @/joelsgoldrush

Superheroes and mutants weren’t enough. No—the universe had to throw in soulmates who share scars. Fantastic, right? Except yours had vanished, only to mysteriously reappear with the arrival of a new face: the “Worst” Logan Howlett, fresh from another earth.

𑣲 give me all of that ultraviolence I @/joelsgoldrush

You give Logan head for the first time.

𑣲 guilty pleasure I @/joelsgoldrush

After saving Earth-10005 from impending disaster, Wade convinces Logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. He’s convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. Suddenly, sticking around doesn’t seem so bad after all.

𑣲 birds of a feather I @eufezco

the tva erased you from your timeline when logan died, you've been living in the void since then.

𑣲 kid? I @not-neverland06

You walk in on Logan and Jean in a compromising position and feel your heart break. You really thought he loved you, you were so wrong.

𑣲 you’re not her I @/not-neverland06

You hate him, you really fucking hate him at first. He’s cruel and constantly reminds you that you’ll never be the hero he knew. You’re not her and he’s made that abundantly clear. But what are you supposed to do when he’s suddenly your new roommate and you have no choice but to wake up to his face every day?

𑣲 help me hold onto you I @guiltyasdave

Logan deals with feeling guilty after he's accidentally cut you with his claws in his sleep.

𑣲 sugar, sugar part 2 part 3 I @eupheme

Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall… but, you’re willing to put up with him if it means he’ll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.

𑣲 casual I @/eupheme

It doesn’t matter that your heart flips when you look at him. It’s Logan. It’s just casual.

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Second Chances

Pairings: Hayden Christensen x Pregnant! Wife

(Long-Form Continuation of Second Chances)

(Post-Pregnancy Reveal — Full Emotional Journey)

The house settled into a soft quiet, the evening falling around you both like a heavy, warm blanket. Hayden was still kneeling, arms looped gently around your waist, his forehead pressed to your belly like he couldn’t bear to move.

You stroked his messy hair, the simple act grounding both of you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your skin.

You frowned, tugging lightly at his hair to get him to look up. His blue eyes, so beautiful, so bruised by his own doubts, met yours.

“What could you possibly be sorry for?”

“For doubting,” he whispered, his voice rough with guilt. “For even letting myself think I wasn’t good enough for you… or this.”

Your heart cracked and swelled all at once. You knelt down in front of him, pressing your forehead to his, the kitchen tiles cold beneath your knees.

“You’re human, Hayden. You’re allowed to feel scared. So am I.” You smiled tremulously. “But we’re in this together.”

His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks tenderly. “Always,” he whispered.

You leaned in, brushing a soft kiss over his lips.

The kiss deepened, slow and reverent, like a prayer shared between two broken people finding solace in each other. His hands slid down to cradle your hips, pulling you closer.

It wasn’t hurried or frantic it was home.

When you finally broke apart, gasping quietly against each other, Hayden tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and grinned really grinned, boyish and a little shy, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to be this happy.

“We’re gonna need a bigger house,” he said suddenly, voice light but a little breathless.

You laughed, tucking your head into his chest. “Or at least a bigger fridge.”

He chuckled, the vibrations rumbling through his chest where your ear rested. “You’re gonna be one of those pregnant women who needs, like, twenty snacks an hour, aren’t you?”

You pulled back to mock glare at him. “Excuse you. I already am.”

Hayden laughed, real and loud, the sound lighting up the entire room.

A laugh that would light up a whole room

God, you love him just with the way his eye crinkled every time when he would smile or laugh sometimes you’d even run your thumb over them gently.

You could have stayed there on the kitchen floor forever, but life your messy, beautiful, new life was waiting.

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Later That Night:

You lay curled into Hayden’s side on the couch, his hand lazily tracing little circles into your stomach through your soft t-shirt.

Neither of you had said anything about telling his daughter yet. The idea loomed in the air, thick and important.

You finally gathered the courage. “Hayden?”

“Hm?”

You twisted to look up at him. His long lashes brushed his cheekbones as he blinked down at you.

“How do you… want to tell her?”

He bit his bottom lip, thinking. His hand stilled over your stomach, palm resting there protectively.

“We tell her together,” he said finally. “We do this as a family.”

You smiled, a lump forming in your throat. God, he was so good.

“She’s gonna love having a little brother or sister,” you said, even though a tiny thread of fear tugged inside you. What if she didn’t? What if she felt replaced?

As if sensing your anxiety, Hayden kissed your temple softly.

“She’s gonna be so happy. She already thinks you’re the coolest thing ever,” he murmured.

You laughed quietly. “I don’t know why. I’m literally a disaster half the time.”

“You’re our disaster.” He squeezed you. “And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Both of us know that.”

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne and laundry soap.

Maybe things wouldn’t be perfect.

But they’d be yours.

And that was more than enough.

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The Next Morning:

The sun barely crested over the hills when you heard tiny footsteps padding down the hall.

Hayden’s daughter appeared, hair mussed with sleep, her pajama pants twisted around her ankles. She yawned hugely, rubbing her eyes.

“Mornin’, Daddy. Mornin’, Y/N.”

Hayden smiled softly and pulled her into his lap, ruffling her hair. You watched them, your heart feeling impossibly full.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “There’s something we wanna tell you.”

She blinked sleepily at him, then at you.

“You’re not moving away, are you?” she asked immediately, lip wobbling.

Your heart broke a little at the fear in her voice. You shook your head quickly.

“No, no, baby. Never.”

She visibly relaxed.

Hayden reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“We’re… gonna have a baby,” he said, voice soft but steady.

There was a heartbeat of silence.

Then her face lit up. Bright and amazed and impossibly happy.

“Are you serious?!”

Hayden laughed, hugging her tight. “Yeah, pumpkin. You’re gonna be a big sister.”

She pulled back, eyes wide. “Can I help pick the name? And the room colors? And the toys??”

You laughed, tears slipping down your cheeks at the pure excitement pouring out of her.

“You can help with everything,” you promised, squeezing her tiny hand.

She grinned, bouncing in Hayden’s lap. “This is the best day ever!”

Hayden met your eyes over her shoulder, and there it was that overwhelming look with love

You knew, without a doubt, that everything was going to be okay.

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Later That Evening:

You sat outside on the back patio, the warm breeze fluttering against your hair. Hayden was setting up the fire pit, pretending he wasn’t grumbling at the logs.

You couldn’t help smiling.

“Need help, old man?” you teased.

He gave you a mock glare over his shoulder. “Careful. You’re carrying my kid now. You’re officially stuck with me.”

You giggled, resting a hand on your stomach. “Best mistake I ever made.”

He finished lighting the fire and walked over to you, crouching down until you were eye level.

His hand slid to your belly again, thumb brushing gently.

“I’m not scared anymore,” he said quietly. “I’m just… grateful.”

You reached for him, pulling his forehead against yours. Your noses brushed, soft and intimate.

“I’m grateful too,” you whispered.

The fire crackled beside you, and the stars blinked awake overhead.

A new beginning.

A second chance.

Together.

Always.

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Two Weeks Later — Early Morning

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains as you groggily shifted under the sheets. You blinked sleepily—and smiled.

Hayden lay on his stomach beside you, one arm thrown possessively over your waist, his messy blond hair sticking out in all directions. His mouth was open just slightly, snoring so softly it was barely audible.

You reached out, tracing a fingertip lightly over the constellation of freckles across his shoulders.

This man—your husband, the father of your growing baby—was your whole world.

You stayed like that for a while, just memorizing him.

Until your phone alarm buzzed, jolting you.

Ultrasound day.

Hayden groaned into the pillow, blindly reaching out for you. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Come on, sleepyhead. We’re gonna be late for our baby’s first photo shoot.”

At that, his blue eyes snapped open immediately, still bleary but shining.

“Oh shit,” he said, bolting upright, his hair sticking up like a golden haystack. “Right. Ultrasound. Right.”

You giggled as he tripped over his own pajama pants trying to pull them on.

God, you love him.

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At the Ultrasound Appointment:

Hayden squeezed your hand so tight it almost hurt.

You could feel how tense he was beside you, his knee bouncing anxiously as the tech squirted cold gel onto your stomach.

“You okay?” you whispered to him, squeezing back.

He nodded jerkily but didn’t look away from the screen.

And then—

There it was.

A tiny, flickering heartbeat. A little blob that somehow already felt like the most perfect thing in the world.

Your breath hitched.

Hayden made a choked noise in his throat. You turned to look at him and your heart broke.

Tears streaked silently down his cheeks, his lips pressed tightly together as he tried and failed to keep it together.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face.

He shook his head, laughing wetly. “I’m fine,” he croaked. “I’m fine. I’m just—”

He broke off, leaning over to kiss you fiercely, still crying.

The tech politely turned away, pretending to be very interested in adjusting the machine settings.

You kissed him back just as fiercely.

It didn’t matter what the world thought.

This was your family.

Your miracle.

Your future.

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Later that day after the ultrasound

The rhythmic hum of an electric drill echoed down the hallway, mingled with the faint hum of classic rock playing on an old Bluetooth speaker. You peeked around the doorframe of the nursery, your hands cradling your growing belly, to find Hayden crouched over a crib panel with a determined scowl on his face and an instruction manual dangling from his mouth.

“I swear this Allen key was designed by a Sith Lord,” he muttered around the paper, wrenching a bolt into place.

You bit back a laugh. “Need help, General?”

He turned his head, that familiar boyish smirk spreading across his face when he saw you. “Nah, I got it. You’re on observation duty. Baby building bootcamp, remember?”

You stepped in, barefoot and wearing one of his faded old Star Wars shirts that hung loosely over your bump. The nursery already smelled like cedar and lavender—your touch—while the furniture and little stuffed Bantha toys scattered around spoke to his. There was love in every corner.

Hayden glanced up at you as he tightened the final screw on the crib. “Done. What do you think?”

You scanned the crib—solid wood, the perfect height, simple yet elegant. “It’s perfect,” you said with a soft smile, brushing your fingers against the wooden slats. “You did this all by yourself?”

“I had help from the Allen key,” he quipped, giving you that signature grin.

You chuckled, watching him stand up straight and stretch his back, rubbing his hands together in triumph. “I know you’re not a fan of asking for help, but if you’re planning on building an empire for our baby, maybe we should let a few more hands in.”

“Shh, the empire is coming together,” he said, pretending to defend his work. “This crib’s my throne for now. And, uh,” he paused, catching the gleam in your eyes, “I’ve been watching those YouTube tutorials. So I’m practically an expert.”

“An expert in crib building?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“An expert in getting it done,” he corrected, his voice suddenly serious, though his eyes still danced with humor.

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Same Night — Nursery:

After the crib was finished, Hayden pulled you into his lap right there on the floor, cradling you against his chest.

His calloused hands skimmed soothingly up and down your arms.

“You did so good,” you whispered, your head tucked under his chin.

He chuckled softly. “You’re the one making a whole human, sweetheart. I just built some furniture.”

You tilted your head back to look up at him, your heart squeezing at the tender, teasing smile he wore — that little crooked grin he tried to hide when he was feeling something too big to say.

“This isn’t your first time doing this,” you mumbled shyly. “You’re so calm.”

Hayden’s arms tightened around you, like he needed to anchor you even closer.

“No,” he admitted, voice low, “but it feels like the first time again. Because it’s with you.”

Your throat burned instantly.

“You’re gonna be amazing,” you whispered, emotion thick in your voice.

He kissed your temple gently, lingering there. “We’re gonna be amazing.”

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The Next Day — Baby Shopping:

At the baby store, you clutched the shopping list with a death grip, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choices. Bottles. Car seats. Baby monitors.

Hayden, however, was a man on a mission.

He didn’t hesitate once, striding confidently to the bottle aisle and picking up a set. “These. Anti-colic. Worked like a charm last time.”

You blinked at him.

“You know what you’re doing.”

He smirked. “Of course I do. I’ve done this before. You think I’d let you wing it, babe?”

He kissed your forehead, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

Still, there were moments where he fumbled a little — standing frozen in front of hundreds of diaper brands, muttering, “Okay… maybe not all the brands existed last time…”

You giggled as he picked up a pack, turning it over like it might bite him.

“Hayden. It’s just diapers.”

He gave you a side-eye.

“These are important. Only the best for our girl.”

You melted.

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Later That Afternoon — Home:

Hayden insisted on carrying everything in himself — arms full, struggling slightly, looking like a walking baby commercial.

You were unpacking onesies when he reappeared in the nursery, a suspiciously mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What’s that face for?” you asked.

Without a word, he climbed onto the floor next to the crib, stretched his arms out dramatically, and said, “Today was bootcamp, sweetheart. next week? We’re practicing swaddling drills.”

You burst into laughter.

“Swaddling drills?!”

“Yes.” He nodded seriously, grabbing a stuffed bear from the pile and trying to wrap it in a muslin blanket — and completely failing.

The bear’s leg stuck out at a wonky angle.

You doubled over, gasping through your laughter.

“You are terrible at this.”

Hayden shrugged shamelessly.

“I’m just out of practice.”

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That Night — In Bed:

You lay curled against Hayden’s bare chest, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

His fingers absentmindedly traced lazy circles over the stretch marks growing across your hips and thighs — no shame, no hesitation, only pure awe.

“Your body’s doing something amazing,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re incredible.”

Your voice cracked with emotion. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Hayden tilted your chin up with two gentle fingers, his blue eyes steady.

“I know. I’ll be scared sometimes too. But you’re not doing this alone.”

He kissed your forehead, lingering.

“You’ve got me. Always.”

You believed him.

With your heart bursting, you buried your face in his neck, breathing him in — the faint scent of wood, laundry soap, and Hayden — and let yourself dream about the life you were building together.

Brick by brick.

Board by board.

Heartbeat By Heartbeat

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The Next Day — Nursery:

The nursery was almost complete.

Hayden stood at the center of the room, his sleeves rolled up and a painter’s smudge on his cheek. He had transformed the ceiling into a dreamy night sky soft clouds swirling in the corners, deep blues fading into purples and blacks, and bright, glimmering stars scattered across the vast expanse. It felt like a place where dreams could soar.

You stood in the doorway, your heart swelling as you gazed up at the ceiling, the weight of the moment settling deep inside you. The room was warm, filled with the smell of fresh paint and wood and his scent.

“You did all of this?” you asked, unable to hide the awe in your voice.

Hayden turned toward you, wiping his hands on a rag, his eyes lighting up when he saw your expression. “I did. All for our little girl.”

You walked into the room, your hand instinctively going to your stomach. The baby stirred gently, a subtle reminder that your world was about to change in the most beautiful way.

“I love it,” you whispered, your voice soft with emotion. “It’s perfect.”

Hayden stepped toward you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “Perfect for you, perfect for her.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch, and for a moment, everything in the world felt right you, him, and the tiny life growing between you.

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Later That Evening — Baby Shower at Home:

You had insisted that the two of you keep things small, just the two of you, so it wasn’t really a baby shower. It was more of a cozy, private celebration — an evening dedicated to preparing for the baby.

Hayden had gone all out, surprising you with gifts he had carefully selected, things you hadn’t even thought of.

As you opened each one, your smile grew wider. Baby clothes. Little stuffed animals. Soft blankets. Tiny socks that made your heart ache with sweetness.

But the one that had your breath catching in your throat was the soft, hand-stitched quilt, deep maroon with a pattern of stars and moons, the same constellations that were now painted on the ceiling. You felt tears sting your eyes, realizing the time and effort he had put into every detail.

“Hayden…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I made it,” he said quietly, his hands gently brushing the edges. “For her. For us.”

You reached out, tracing the stitches with your fingers. “It’s beautiful. She’s going to love it.”

“I hope she does,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “I just want to make sure she has everything she needs, everything you need.”

You shook your head, smiling through your tears. “You already do.”

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Later That Night — First Kick:

You were lying in bed, exhausted but happy. Hayden was next to you, his arm draped over your waist, his hand resting on your stomach.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of the wind rustling outside and the occasional creak of the house settling. You were both exhausted from the day’s work, but the quiet calm of the night was like balm to your soul.

You closed your eyes, feeling the gentle weight of Hayden’s hand, but then—there it was.

A soft, unmistakable thump.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Did you feel that?” you whispered, your voice filled with surprise.

Hayden’s hand immediately stilled, and his breath caught in his chest. “What was that?”

Before you could answer, it happened again — a series of soft but firm taps against your stomach. The baby was awake.

You gasped in disbelief, your hand flying to your belly. “She’s kicking! Oh my god, she’s kicking!”

Hayden’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Are you serious?”

You nodded vigorously, a smile breaking out on your face. “Yes! She’s alive in there, Hayden. She’s real!”

Hayden sat up slightly, placing both hands on your stomach, his eyes filled with wonder. “Can I… feel it?”

You smiled and nodded again, reaching for his hand and gently placing it where you felt the kicks. It wasn’t long before you both felt the gentle thumping beneath your palms.

Hayden’s face lit up in disbelief. “That’s incredible. Our little girl’s going to be full of energy, huh?”

You laughed, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “I think she already is.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly, his voice low and full of emotion. “I can’t wait to meet you, sweet girl. You’re already loved so much.”

You held Hayden’s hand there, savoring the moment, the feeling of being a family. The room felt alive with anticipation, and your heart was bursting with love.

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The Following Week — Parenting Bootcamp:

“Alright, babe,” he said, standing in the living room, his hands on his hips in a mock-serious stance. “We’re doing this. Full-on baby prep. I want to make sure we’re ready for her.”

You laughed, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, already amused by his over-the-top excitement. “I thought we were ready.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No. Not until we’ve done swaddling drills, diaper changing, and baby soothing.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“No way,” he said confidently, pulling out a stuffed animal. “I’ve got this.”

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The Swaddling Drill:

You stood by, amused but impressed, as Hayden took the baby swaddle and tried to wrap the stuffed animal. His first attempt was laughable, the bear’s head stuck out awkwardly, arms flailing in a way that made both of you burst into laughter.

“See?” you teased. “You’re hopeless.”

He gave you a playful glare but didn’t back down. “I’ll get it, just wait. Just out of practice.”

The next attempt was much better. Hayden wrapped the bear snugly, the blanket pulled tight around the tiny stuffed body, its head perfectly swaddled.

He stood up, holding the bear in one arm, looking triumphant. “Boom. Professional.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Alright, alright. You’re getting the hang of this.”

He winked at you. “Of course I am. I’m a natural.”

But you could see it in his eyes the nervous excitement, the desire to be the best dad he could be. And as much as he liked to act like he had everything under control, you knew that this was a new chapter in his life too.

“She’s going to love her dad,” you whispered, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Hayden looked at you, his expression softening. “I love you, sweetheart. We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

You leaned forward, kissing him gently. “We already are.”

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“What is done in love is done well.”

— Vincent van Gogh

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