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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Hi could I request a Xaden x reader where reader is super nice and kind of shy and is a marked one like Xaden. Possibly set during conscription day where Violet and Reader are in the same year and reader has to cross the parapet. Reader and Xaden are already in a pre-established relationship because they were in the same foster home.

Parapet

Xaden x reader

A/n: This is so cute anon omg 🥹

Warnings: slight anxiety, some angst, and fluff

Your heart was pounding as the end of Parapet grew closer and closer. The wind and rain making you wobbly on the narrow stone walkway. You would have lost your very small breakfast had it not been for the two kind girls in front of you. They gave you hope that the Riders Quadrant might not be terrible.

A few more steps. You can do it y/n, you're almost there and he'll be waiting for you, you thouught to yourself.

Two more steps, then you'll be on solid ground.

Violet jumped down. Immediately shaking from the adrenaline coursing through her body. You weren't ready for that and the nausea that would over come you. But you couldn't stay up here forever.

Without looking up from the ground you could feel Xaden's gaze on you. Leaping down onto the gravel you let out a deep breath. "Name?" A deep, familiar voice asks. Looking up at the man you love and have been separated from for two years your eyes sparkled. Tears threatened to spill out. You had to hold it together or you'd be targeted by whoever hates Xaden.

You could see it in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to pll you into a tight embrace. Xaden bit back that boyish grin you knew all too well.

"Y/n y/l/n." He wrote it down, telling you to wait in the courtyard with the other cadets. You set out to find Rhiannon and Violet, wanting to make sure they were doing ok after one of the most stress inducing tasks you had ever faced.

After being put into your squads you started heading off to the dorms. Along with Violet and Rhi, you had been put in Fourth Wing, which to your relief, Xaden is Wing Leader.

Xaden grabbed your arm pulling you aside in the rotunda. You looked up at him as he tilted his head toward one of the massive pillars away from prying eyes. You followed until the two of you were covered by shadows. Once Xaden made sure you couldn't be seen he scooped you into his arms kissing you fiercely. Pouring all his emotions and love that he had bottled up for over two years.

Breaking apart an eternity later you rest your hands flat against his strong chest. Good gods! How much muscle had he gained since getting to Basgiath. You knew he was trained from his teenage years by your foster family, but still.

Xaden cradled your face in his large hands. You felt the callouses he had earned from training over the years. Gods you want those rough hands all over your body. To get reaquanted with every curve and crevice he left behind.

Your boyfriend stared deeply into your eyes. Like he was making sure his memories of you were correct. His thumb ran across three little freckles on your top lip that had shown up just after he left. Xaden let out a breathy laugh. "Those are new. So cute, so you." He breathed out. You smiled again. Letting the tears pricking your eyes flow now that you were alone.

"I missed you so much Xaden." You say softly just for him. He let his tears go at the sound of his name on your lips. "I read all of your letters over and over again." Xaden pulled you flush against his chest again, resting his head on yours.

"I missed you too my love." You gripped his tunic so hard your fingers started to cramp. You just couldn't imagine letting him go now that he was infront of you again.

Reluctantly pulling away Xaden held you by your shoulders to see all of you. "Are you ok? Did anyone give you trouble?" You lightly shook your head. "No, but I think I made friends. The two girls I stood with in formation." Xaden nodded slowly. He looked as if he was debating telling you a big secret that was killing him.

"Stick with them. I'm glad you're in my wing, that way I can protect you." You nodded, giving him another smile. Gods you were too kind and delicate for the Riders Quadrant. He should've fought harder to have you put in with the healers. Unfortunately General Sorrengail wouldn't budge on her decision.

Xaden lightly traces your relic on the side of your neck. A shiver runs through your body making you giggle. Xaden melted. He missed that sound. He missed you.

"Just keep your head down, stick to who you can trust - especially Liam - he'll watch you. We'll get through this ok." You nod again. It felt like that was all you could do. You still didn't trust your voice. If you tried to speak you'd probably burst into hysterics.

Xaden started walking you to the dorms. He drops your hand putting his arms behind his back. "When you get your own room I can come and see you. For now we'll just have to the day time."

"I'll take what I can get with you." You sigh. Xaden stops halfway down the hall. "I have to go, but I'll see you at dinner." "See you at dinner." Xaden gave you one last longing smile before turning on his heel, heading back down the hall.

Taking another deep breath you push the door to the dorms open. It was loud. People talking, making friends, and fighting over who's bunk is who's. You immediately spot Rhiannon and Violet. They were fierociously guarding three beds. Violet makes eye contact with you, a smile gracing her lips as she waved you over.

You rush over to the girls, throwing your pack on the bed they saved for you. "Thank you." "We didn't want you to miss out." You smiled at the two girls as you all started to set up your beds.

Something told you this wouldn't be so bad. And that this squad is where you're supposed to be.

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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An ask coming your way!!!

What would being on an autumn date with Matt in Central Park be like 🥹

rhi my darling my sweet 💕

this gives me first date vibes?? so I feel like ya boy is ✨nervous✨ ok ok here we go:

matt shows up at your apartment right on time, cane held loosely in his grip, a bouquet of daisies in his other hand

he gives you the flowers with an awkward flourish, leaning across the door to peck your cheek. “ready to go?”

you grab your keys and take his arm, half-leading him down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk

“you know, you still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you giggle, falling into step beside him. you don’t know how he’s so sure of his steps, assume that he just knows his way around the city that well.

“well, that would kind of defeat the purpose of that being a surprise, now, wouldn’t it?”

there’s a lot of rights and lefts and pauses at intersections as he leads you though through the city. there’s a quick stop at a bodega to get coffees and matt tells you to pick a few of your favourite snacks.

before you know it, you’re strolling through central park, and at some point or another, your hand has moved from where it was wrapped around his bicep down to his own, and his fingers are twined with yours. his cane is folded now, his steps surer and a bit quicker than they’d been on the sidewalk.

“almost there,” he tells you after a bit more walking. and sure enough, a few more twists and turns and there it is.

he’s picked the perfect place, and you have no idea how. a small clearing, somehow devoid of people, a red and white checked blanket spread beneath a canopy of trees. the winds rocks the branches gently and you watch as leaves of all hues float to the ground below. it’s beautiful.

matt hears your sharp inhale and his hand tightens around yours. “surprise.”

the rest of the day is spent sprawled on the blanket together. you talk about everything; your favourite books and records and the best restaurants in the city. you talk about where you went to school and where you grew up. he’s a good conversationalist, and you feel incredibly as ease, playing with his fingers while you talk.

at one point, you’re both laid out on the blanket and he pulls you until your head is resting on his stomach, lifting gently with his inhales and exhales, his fingers scratching lightly at you scalp.

“I love autumn,” you tell him, watching the trees above you continue to sway in the breeze. “all the colours, and how beautiful everything looks, and the…” you trail off, a pang of guilt in your stomach. you sit up, lifting your head from his grasp. “I’m sorry.”

“what for?” he asks, reaching out and pinching your chin lightly between his forefinger and his thumb. the action manages to steal your breath more than the landscape around you. the grin on his face? even more so.

“I just—” you start, cutting yourself off when you realize you don’t know how to say it. because you’re blind and here I am staring at everything and talking about how beautiful it is and you’ll never see it. it makes your heart pang in your chest.

“describe it to me,” he commands, his voice low, and then his thumb lifts to swipe over your bottom lip. “tell me what you see.”

you forcibly remove your gaze from that perfect mouth of is, making your eyes flit about the park before you say: “colours. so many colours. reds and oranges and yellows and browns. and the sky is the perfect shade of blue, like it’s been run through with silver? I don’t…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?”

he chuckles, and your eyes are back on his mouth. “you’re doing great, sweetheart. I like the sound of your voice.” it makes you blush and his hand moves to the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his palm rests against your cheek. “now tell me. what do you see when you look at me?”

you tilt your head to the side, deeper into his palm, staring at him intently. god, you could go on and on about the sharp lines of his jaw, the slight curl in his hair, the perfect curve of his mouth. he hasn’t kissed you yet, this being your first date and all, but if you wrote poetry, you think you would write sonnets about those lips.

“I see a handsome man,” is what you say instead. “a beautiful man. a man I want to know everything about.”

“everything?” he repeats, and one brow raises.

“everything. but, for now, I see a man who needs to kiss me this instant.”

and oh, does he ever.

he leans forward just as you do, hand still on your cheek guiding you toward him. his mouth is warm and soft and he tastes like coffee and cinnamon. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s so gentle at first, asking, before you lean in a little more and he returns in kind, sinking his teeth into your lower lip and moving his hand back to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“wow,” is all you can manage when you come up for air, breathless and cheeks flushed. he leans in to give you a peck, a broad grin on his face.

needless to say, you end up back at his apartment that night, and the bright lights of the billboard outside go unnoticed.

#kay talks to people #mutual bbys #murdock #matt murdock #my fics #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #THIS IS SO SOFT IM

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