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𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛 || 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 || Austin! Elvis

PREVIOUS PART <- -> NEXT PART (coming soon)

• Summary: There it is! You finally graduate collage and Elvis’ career is one big ride. But he is sure more than anything of one thing. He can’t be without you. Forever begins. From now on.

• Pairing: Austin! Elvis x female reader

• Warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of love making, maybe typos,...

• Proofreader: her majesty, one and only amazing @eternal-love 😌

• Note: My acknowledge of Elvis is not so big, all things I know are from movie, documents, webs etc! So I deeply apologize for any mistakes/typos/misunderstanding that have nothing to do with reality. All of this is fic and has nothing to do with no one or anything. Based just on Austin's role of Elvis!Thank you for understanding!

Graduation day came like the greatest award of all the studying you put big effort in. The early summer sun covers the campus in honey gold light. Laughter fills across the courtyard, and proud families are standing in clusters, clutching bouquets and cameras, their eyes wide with pride and disbelief— you all made it. You finally made it.

And among them, wearing a pink robe and a dress are you. Your heart pounding behind your ribs, eyes filled with pride and wonder. You can’t believe it, not fully. You walk across that stage with your name echoing from the principal, your diploma finally in your hands as a proof of this hard work.

You did it. Despite the late nights, the doubts, the whispers behind your back, and the long lectures from your father. Despite choosing a life that didn’t fit in a neat box. You carved your own way—and now it is real. And standing a few feet away, just behind the crowd of other graduates, is Elvis.

His career had taken off like wildfire. His name is on posters in cities you have only read about, his voice on every jukebox from Louisiana to New York. But no matter how loud the world screamed for him, he always came back to you. Always.

And now, as you step off the stage and into his arms, you feel a shift. But not just in time, but in purpose. Elvis kisses your cheek, whispering a “you did it, baby” that made your knees go soft, and he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear like he always does when he was about to say something serious.

Because he actually has something planned. Something that has been burning in the back of his mind for months. You have your degree. He has his dream. And now all he wants is forever. “Darlin’, why don’t we go back home and you put somethin’ nice on? I wanna take ya somewhere.” Elvis whispers to your ear, making a shiver go down your spine.

You immediately nod, holding your diploma in your hands. You have everything you wanted now. A degree that your father always pushed you towards, and Elvis. He takes you back to Graceland, where you pick some pretty dress Elvis bought you. And as soon as you are done, dress on, heavy makeup that he loves, you hair styled, you’re ready for him to take you whenever he wants to.

He smiles, seeing you all dressed up for him. Approaching you, Elvis puts his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “You look damn good, sweet darlin’,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “I want to take ya somewhere… You will love that place.”

“Alright,” you smile excitedly and he intertwines his hand with yours. Soon, you are back in his pink Cadillac, driving somewhere. You don’t care where, because all that you want is to be with him. Now that you are free, from all studying, stressing about your life.

Elvis pulls the car off the main road and onto a quiet, sandy path lined with tall sea grass and worn wooden posts. The ocean hums softly ahead, that low, endless hush that always seems to quiet the noise inside your chest. You look over at him. His hand is firm on the wheel, jaw set like he’s been holding something back all day.

“You alright?” you smile, a small smile playing at your lips. He cuts the engine and turns to you, his eyes glinting just a little. “M’real alright,” he says slowly, his voice thick with that sweet Southern drawl that still makes your toes curl. “You’ll see why.”

Elvis climbs out and circles the car, opening door like to you like he always does. You gladly accept his hand, stepping into the warm sand in your bare feet, your dress swaying with the early summer breeze. “This place…” you say barely above a whisper, looking around. It’s quiet. The kind of hidden beach you don’t just find unless someone’s meant to find it.

“Used to come here when I needed to breathe,” he says, his fingers laced with yours. “Before all the fame. Before the music, the lights, the crowds. Back when it was just me and a busted guitar and too many dreams in my pocket.”

You smile, resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you walk. “It’s beautiful here.” you say softly. Elvis leads you to a little rise overlooking the water. A blanket is already laid out, a basket tucked nearby. Your heart skips. “You planned this.”

“I sure did, darlin’,” he says, grinning. “A man don’t go bringin’ the love of his life to the middle o’ nowhere without a plan.” he gestures towards the blanket. As the two of you approach, Elvis gets more nervous, but his confidence never leaves him. He swipes a hand over his mouth, then drops to one knee right there in the sand.

“Y/n...”

You gasp, hands flying over your mouth. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout this moment since the first time I kissed you in Graceland. Since you told me your dreams, since I saw how damn strong and smart and stubborn you are. You walked across that stage today like a queen, and I swear, it near broke somethin’ in me, ‘cause I knew I was already yours. All the way.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. Opens it. Inside there is huge 3.5 ct diamond ring, with 20 surrounding detachable diamonds. “I want a life with you, darlin’. A real life. A home, a family, somethin’ we can build with our own hands. I want you wakin’ up beside me every mornin’, wearin’ my shirt and nothin’ else.”

Elvis grins crookedly. “I want your name with my last name. I want to watch your belly growin’ with my babies… And yeah, I do wanna keep you all to myself, ‘cause I ain’t never known nothin’ in this world that felt this right. I ain’t gonna pretend I’m not selfish about you, Y/n. I am. And I ain’t sorry.”

He takes your hand, eyes burning into yours. “Marry me, Satnin. Be mine. Let me be yours. All the way.” he says finally, your eyes full with tears but a huge smile on your face. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Yes. Of course I will. Elvis smiles wide, sliding the sparkling ring onto your finger. He stands up, and wraps you in his arms like he’s afraid you might disappear.

He presses his lips onto yours, savoring every little second. The kiss is heated, hot, because finally — you are his. Only and only his. Future Mrs. Presley. His tongue presses against your lips, quietly asking for entrance. How could you disagree?

You part your lips, his tongue sliding in slowly, tasting you. When Elvis pull away, his grip on yours hips tightens, trailing kisses along your neck. “I can’t wait… to see you walkin’ towards me in white,” he says, his breath raged with affection and possessiveness. “I can’t wait to call you my wife, doll. From now on.”

You two made love that night. For the first time ever, you experienced what you’ve been waiting for. He wanted to wait until this day, knowing he finally has you for himself. It was so new, yet so pleasant. Elvis was gentle and wanted you to know that you are all that matters to him the most.

And you can’t wait to be his wife. To be his Y/n Presley.

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GUYS, I AM VIP I GOT SNEAK PEAK AND I AM TELLING YA YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO BE EXCITED FOR!!!! QUEEN IS COMING WITH TREASURES!!!!!!

PREACHER’S DAUGHTER (coming soon)

Inspired of course by the amazing Ethel Cain.

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA

Pairing: Gale Cleven x Reader

Summary: Summary: Before he left, he was yours. Yours only. Your Gale. Saying goodbye to him was so difficult, but never seeing him again was the last blow.

WESTERN NIGHTS

Pairing: Benny Cross x Reader

Summary: You loved Benny, so much so that you were willing to put up with him. You were naive. Trying to look for freedom and love amidst his violent nature.

GIBSON GIRL

Pairing: Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Sebastian promised himself he wouldn’t be like his father. That he liked tasteful girls, with ambitions and good families. But he couldn’t help himself. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

AMERICAN TEENAGER

Pairing: Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Summary: It’s not that you didn’t love Elvis, but he wasn’t what your father had wanted for you. You were the American teenager, you needed someone equal. Elvis— wasn’t.

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WE ARE SO THEM GUYS 🥰 @eternal-love IS IN EVERY UNIVERSE

Bucky + making Buck smile

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024)

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OUR MAN SO PRETTY, I WANNA KISS HIM

Awww! He looks so happy! 🥹☺️

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I CAN FIX HIM I PROMISE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HOPE OF IT ALL

Pairing: Austin Butler x Younger!reader

Summary: You’ve never tasted a love that wasn’t yours, because you didn’t even know that it wasn’t yours to begin with. It was borrowed.

Warning: Slight mentions of smut. Cheating.

Note: sorry I haven’t been very active, I know I said I would be but this week has been a bit difficult for me— personally. I apologize again.

Coachella 2013, salted air and the heat of the desert under the sun. You never needed anything more, not when you had Austin by your side.You practically begged your parents to let you come all the way here with him.

“I’ll take real care of her.” He told your parents, your father trusted him a little too much. You clung to Austin’s arm tightly, as if to assure your parents.

You packed your carefully arranged outfits for the weekend, you worked on making flower crowns for each day, and packed everything you needed. You kissed your mother goodbye and you were off to go.

Firstly, you two rented a small house close to the festival— expensive as hell but you used your savings. You were so excited as you settled into the bedroom. You were eighteen and it would be your first music festival, you knew you’d sleep on the same bed, you just didn’t expect things to escalate that night.

It started with him giving you a beer, then kisses here and there, then making out on the bed. Slowly unbuttoning your denim shorts. Your hands on his biceps.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in between kisses, his plump lips pulling away from yours.

“Never have I ever done this before.” You whispered back. You were a bit shaky, nervous. He could feel it in the way you gripped his biceps tightly.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.” He whispered before his hand went inside your panties. Making you groan in ways you would consider animalistic. You just kept spreading your legs for him, he only laughed in your lips.

He laughed at how naive you were, how you sounded so lost and needy at the feeling of his skilled hands.You lost your virginity to him, he was really gentle with you, making sure you were okay— even if he wished he could be rough.

“M’gonna go all in, baby.” He warned you before slamming right inside of you, you threw your head back and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, he gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white.

His silver chain glinting and hitting you in the face, his face scrunching due to the pleasure.

“So tight, so good for me.” He moaned, then went to kiss your neck.

It wasn’t all perfect, you giggled a lot too, nervous giggles, of insecurity, of not knowing what you were doing.

The next morning, you woke up by his side, he was already awake, checking his phone. “Well, good morning.” His voice was hoarse, from sleep. “Get ready, gotta get going.”

You got ready quickly, took a shower, dried your hair, put on a shit ton of sunscreen, a shit ton of blush. Wore your overpriced clothes from Urban Outfitters and thrift stores.

The air was salty at Coachella, crisp and hot, very hot. But you had Austin by your side. He got a lot of stares, those biceps took away all the attention.

“Now, don’t get too far away from me. Hold on tight. I don’t want to have to fill out a missing person report.” He warned you, tugging at your braids.

“I promise. I don’t want to get lost—“ you looked around, everyone either looked stoned or way too on their world, “here.”

It was filled to the brim with people, but you never left his side not even a second. It was a bliss from then. Listening to the sets, dancing around with him, smoking weed— because yes, he had to give you a try at least once in your life.

“Want to try?” He asked as you sat down together in a blanket.

“Weed?” You asked, whispering, as if he had brought meth or something.

“No, I meant fighting lions.” Austin said sarcastically, lowkey playfully annoyed. “Yes, weed.”

You bit your lip, you’ve seen people do LSD here, no one cared to say the least, there were too many people packed here for anyone to notice.

At first you coughed, he laughed at you, then he proceeded to teach you how to smoke, thirty minutes later— you were in the clouds.

Your brain acting as if you were in Woodstock ‘69, twirling around with him, him trying to make you sit down as the sun wore down.

“So fucking pretty.” He muttered against your ear as he kissed down your jaw.

“Austin—“ you chuckled, looking at all the people around you. “The people—“

“Back at the hotel you were moaning all pretty. Didn’t care if someone heard ya, right?” He caught your lips in a very passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that would get dirty looks.

The three days Coachella lasted, you felt enamored, that kind of feeling you only get with very special people. The kind of feeling that only ever replayed in certain memories.

Like staring at him as he danced to some artist he only knew, it happened in slow motion. He was yours, or so you thought.

Or those moments in which a bottle of wine that was sipped away carelessly and swiftly laid on the floor, long forgotten because you were twisted in bedsheets by his side.

But it all happened rather quickly, it sure did. Because on the last day, you woke up by his side. His back beneath the sun, you wished you could write your name on it. You dreaded this day because you didn’t want this escapade to end.

Packing bags while Led Zeppelin played in the background. He grabbed one of the wine bottles from the floor and took one last sip from it, then tossed it to the trash can without a care in the world.

He found one last good use for it and then tossed it away.

“Will you call once I go back to school?” You asked him, a freshman in college. The highlight of your day was your favorite subject and him remembering to call or text you.

He was— different. A bit more distant.

“I’ll try to.” He answered, biting the inside of his cheek. “If I don’t get too busy.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait.” You answered, pressing your lips together.

Once he dropped you off, he kissed you one last time, then basically shoved you off his car.

You only told your mom what was convenient— yes, we slept in separate beds, yes, we didn’t drink, yes, he didn’t touch me.

She didn’t know you still expected him to call you over to his house so you could feel him again. How you were so hopeful that he’d take you out on another date.

You were changing for the better. Hopeful. Hopeful. Hopeful. People would think you were naive, any normal girl would have caught the hint and understood that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

But you still remembered, you did, you could see you both lost in the memories, that weekend slipped away into a moment in time. You had him, or at least you remembered thinking you had him.

You started cancelling plans, hoping he’d call, he always called you on fridays before Coachella. He didn’t anymore. But you were still hopeful. Excepting to hear his voice on the other side, saying: “meet me behind the mall’’

Meet me behind the mall.

Meet me behind them all.

It all started with your friend showing you a pic of Austin and Vanessa, very clearly together, all over each other.

“This your man?”

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, because yes, you had been proudly showing them photos of you two since you basically started hooking up with him. He was easily recognizable.

“We’re not together anymore. Broke up after Coachella.” You tried to deny it. You did it out of humiliation. You didn’t want to feel played even though you did.

“Really? Well that was quick. Guess pretty boys move on pretty fast.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

Maybe you hadn’t been enough. Maybe you wanting it wasn’t enough. But for you it was enough.

You were mad at him, at her, at yourself. You weren’t even sure what to feel. You texted him a thousand times, demanding an explanation. Not a single response until you saw him again.

“Oh, fuck me.” You said, your hand gripped your shopping bag. You fought yourself to approach him or not approach him. But your body moved in autopilot, it was your only chance.

He saw you, from the distance. He started walking away. He heard you calling out his name.

“Nope, not doing this.” He said, loud enough so you could hear him. Until he decided to fucking man up. Why was he running away from a girl? Coward.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. That smugness in his face. Biting his cheek as you spoke.

“You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! And I found out you have a girlfriend? How long have you been seeing her while we were together? What about us?” You yelled, rage coming from within you.

He almost laughed in your face, and he did laugh, it just didn’t come out the way he wanted it to. It just came out as an incredulous laugh.

“You haven’t understood it, have you?” He looked around, biting the inside of his cheek again. “There was never an us! We, what we had, never existed. We just hooked up.”

It hit you like a thousand bricks. “What do you mean?” You asked, stuttering. He didn’t even answer, he just looked down at his shoes.

The silence was deafening.

So it meant nothing? Like, nothing at all? Those two months, the festival weekend?

It was everything to you.

Maybe it had been so much to call it a summer love. Or too little to say ‘us’.

“So you weren’t mine?” You stuttered, looking at him as you held back tears. “The memories. The bottles of wine. The twisted sheets. That wasn’t—?”

“Of course not! Are you stupid?” He interrupted you, his words harsher than intended. He rubbed his face and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, you’re nice. You live with the hope of it all, alright? That’s good.”

You wanted to cry your eyes out at that very moment.

“But it was never serious between us, alright? I’m with another girl. She’s mine, I’m hers, not yours. As simple as that. Just— don’t call, don’t text. And don’t make these scenes again. I’m sorry.”

His apology was half-assed, you wanted to smack or slap him hard enough to make him respect you. But you were shaking. You didn’t understand. What? He looked so in love. The way he stared at you. It was all fake.

But what he said was true.

You lived for the hope of it all.

He was never yours to begin with.

He wasn’t yours to lose. No.

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LONG HAIR ARE YOU JOKING??

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THE LONG HAIR, HIM YELLING?????? I AM ON MY KNEES LITERALLY

EDDINGTON TRAILER JUST DROPPED @eternal-love WE ARE GOING CRAZY 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

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Austin Butler for ‘Eddington’

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EDDINGTON TRAILER JUST DROPPED @eternal-love WE ARE GOING CRAZY 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨

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We just love that boy, don’t we? 🥰❤️‍🩹

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 | Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: Stella Ohmsford is just like her dad. Caring and loving, and especially when it comes to gardening, just like her dad. And Wil finds himself having another favorite activity to do.

• Pairing: dad! Wil Ohmsford x mom! reader

• Warnings: just fluff!

• Proofreader: @eternal-love herself 🫶🏼😌

• Notes: Okay guys! Jokes aside! Wil is girl dad coded!!!

You lean against the porch post, breathing in the sweet spring breeze. The garden is bathed in that soft, golden kind of light the sun only gives at the end of the day. From where you stand, you can see them perfectly. Your little girl you named Stella, crouched low in the dirt, and Wil beside her, guiding her with the same gentle hands he uses to hold you.

Wil points to the flower Stella is holding. “You remember what this one’s called?” She thinks for a second, squinting at the bright orange petals. “Uhhh… Fire bells?” Wil chuckles warmly. “Close,” he says softly. “Foxglove. But I like your name better.” he kisses her little head.

She is the best of both of you. His blue eyes and blonde hair, your cheeks and lips. But especially, his pointy ears. Her ears have the soft, subtle point of his elven blood that you find absolutely adorable. Stella grins, clearly pleased with herself. “Can I name the next one?”

“You can name all of them, ladybug,” Wil replies, brushing a smudge of dirt off her cheek with the back of his knuckle. “They’ll grow better if they know they’re loved.” he explains, digging out a hole for next flower.

You smile at that. It’s such a his thing to say. Since the moment Stella was born, Wil was talking about nothing but of how he is excited to teach her about herbs, plants and gardening. Today he is here, doing it in the best way possible.

Stella carefully tucks the flower into the little hole he dug, then pats the soil around it. “Do you think she’ll be friends with the blue ones, daddy?” Wil’s heart absolutely melts when she calls him that. He still can’t believe this precious little girl is what your and his love brought to world.

“Oh, definitely,” he says. “They’re not picky. Except for the violets. They’re a little dramatic.” he chuckles and your daughter giggles, brushing her hands off on her dress, which is already covered in dirt.

You let the warmth sink into your chest as you watch them. From this distance, you can see everything—her wild, pointed ears that poke through her mess of curls, the way she leans into Wil like she belongs there, because she does, and the look on his face when he watches her.

It’s that kind of quiet love he doesn’t speak about often, but it’s in his every movement. In the way he crouches next to her instead of towering over her when she talks to him. In the way he listens when she talks about flower friendships like it’s the most important thing in the world…

“Daddy? Do you think plants miss each other when they’re not together?” Stella asks suddenly, settling cross-legged in the dirt among the flowers. “Most probably. I think they remember.” he looks at her with caring gaze. “Like how I remember you when you go healing?”

“Just like that,” he says, and then leans closer to whisper, “I miss you too, every single time…” She beams, all sunshine and grin, and you swear your heart could burst when you see Stella happy like this. He reaches out and tucks a flower behind her ear, then kisses the side of her head. “You’re the best garden helper I’ve ever had.”

“I love flowers!” she says with all the confidence in the world. “Mommy says I get it from you.” Wil glances toward the porch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Meanwhile Stella climbs on his lap. He smiles, and he’s clearly pleased to hear that. He holds her softly, and he looks at her. He rubs her little back, his gaze fixed on her, and he feels his heart filling up with more and more love for the little girl.

“Did she, sweetie?” he asks and Stella nods immediately. Wil smiles at her again, and kisses her little forehead. Then, he looks at you, catching your eye... and he smiles, and he mouths "thank you" to you, for telling her that. And you smile, nod and mouth “of course”, because that little girl. Oh, she is his twin.

Wil suddenly feels so much of love filling his heart. He has everything he ever wanted, and even more he never dared to dream he might have one day. He hugs Stella, and holds her in his arms lovingly. Rubbing her back and holds her close. He nuzzles his nose against her cheek and he whispers gently;

“My princess...”

Stella clings onto him like koala bears do to trees. She snuggles against him, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. “I love you, daddy…” she says softly suddenly, and it makes your and Wil’s heart absolutely melt.

Wil smiles, his heart so full at her words... and he presses his nose against her skin, just wanting to be close to her. And he nuzzles her again, and whispers to her softly, “I love you too, my little flower.”

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PS. I hope you all enjoyed this concept because I love Wil! And I think that @peageetibbs-ab does too, so I hope you enjoyed! 🥰

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𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 | Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: Stella Ohmsford is just like her dad. Caring and loving, and especially when it comes to gardening, just like her dad. And Wil finds himself having another favorite activity to do.

• Pairing: dad! Wil Ohmsford x mom! reader

• Warnings: just fluff!

• Proofreader: @eternal-love herself 🫶🏼😌

• Notes: Okay guys! Jokes aside! Wil is girl dad coded!!!

You lean against the porch post, breathing in the sweet spring breeze. The garden is bathed in that soft, golden kind of light the sun only gives at the end of the day. From where you stand, you can see them perfectly. Your little girl you named Stella, crouched low in the dirt, and Wil beside her, guiding her with the same gentle hands he uses to hold you.

Wil points to the flower Stella is holding. “You remember what this one’s called?” She thinks for a second, squinting at the bright orange petals. “Uhhh… Fire bells?” Wil chuckles warmly. “Close,” he says softly. “Foxglove. But I like your name better.” he kisses her little head.

She is the best of both of you. His blue eyes and blonde hair, your cheeks and lips. But especially, his pointy ears. Her ears have the soft, subtle point of his elven blood that you find absolutely adorable. Stella grins, clearly pleased with herself. “Can I name the next one?”

“You can name all of them, ladybug,” Wil replies, brushing a smudge of dirt off her cheek with the back of his knuckle. “They’ll grow better if they know they’re loved.” he explains, digging out a hole for next flower.

You smile at that. It’s such a his thing to say. Since the moment Stella was born, Wil was talking about nothing but of how he is excited to teach her about herbs, plants and gardening. Today he is here, doing it in the best way possible.

Stella carefully tucks the flower into the little hole he dug, then pats the soil around it. “Do you think she’ll be friends with the blue ones, daddy?” Wil’s heart absolutely melts when she calls him that. He still can’t believe this precious little girl is what your and his love brought to world.

“Oh, definitely,” he says. “They’re not picky. Except for the violets. They’re a little dramatic.” he chuckles and your daughter giggles, brushing her hands off on her dress, which is already covered in dirt.

You let the warmth sink into your chest as you watch them. From this distance, you can see everything—her wild, pointed ears that poke through her mess of curls, the way she leans into Wil like she belongs there, because she does, and the look on his face when he watches her.

It’s that kind of quiet love he doesn’t speak about often, but it’s in his every movement. In the way he crouches next to her instead of towering over her when she talks to him. In the way he listens when she talks about flower friendships like it’s the most important thing in the world…

“Daddy? Do you think plants miss each other when they’re not together?” Stella asks suddenly, settling cross-legged in the dirt among the flowers. “Most probably. I think they remember.” he looks at her with caring gaze. “Like how I remember you when you go healing?”

“Just like that,” he says, and then leans closer to whisper, “I miss you too, every single time…” She beams, all sunshine and grin, and you swear your heart could burst when you see Stella happy like this. He reaches out and tucks a flower behind her ear, then kisses the side of her head. “You’re the best garden helper I’ve ever had.”

“I love flowers!” she says with all the confidence in the world. “Mommy says I get it from you.” Wil glances toward the porch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Meanwhile Stella climbs on his lap. He smiles, and he’s clearly pleased to hear that. He holds her softly, and he looks at her. He rubs her little back, his gaze fixed on her, and he feels his heart filling up with more and more love for the little girl.

“Did she, sweetie?” he asks and Stella nods immediately. Wil smiles at her again, and kisses her little forehead. Then, he looks at you, catching your eye... and he smiles, and he mouths "thank you" to you, for telling her that. And you smile, nod and mouth “of course”, because that little girl. Oh, she is his twin.

Wil suddenly feels so much of love filling his heart. He has everything he ever wanted, and even more he never dared to dream he might have one day. He hugs Stella, and holds her in his arms lovingly. Rubbing her back and holds her close. He nuzzles his nose against her cheek and he whispers gently;

“My princess...”

Stella clings onto him like koala bears do to trees. She snuggles against him, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. “I love you, daddy…” she says softly suddenly, and it makes your and Wil’s heart absolutely melt.

Wil smiles, his heart so full at her words... and he presses his nose against her skin, just wanting to be close to her. And he nuzzles her again, and whispers to her softly, “I love you too, my little flower.”

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PS. I hope you all enjoyed this concept because I love Wil! And I think that @peageetibbs-ab does too, so I hope you enjoyed! 🥰

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Gale is everything Benny is not.

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𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | Austin Butler

• Summary: You and Austin are complete high school sweethearts. You both decide to spend some free time after school together, enjoying something you have both passion for.

• Pairing: high schooler Austin Butler x high schooler reader

• Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff! ALSO! One of the scenes includes SPOILER of book “Pierre et Luce” by Romain Rolland!!

• Proofreader: ladies and gentlemen, my @eternal-love 🤭

You still remember the first time you saw Austin Butler. Your boyfriend. You were a student of freshman year, lost in a crowded hallway, overwhelmed by the noise, the people, the sheer size of the school. You had been clutching your schedule like the most important thing that could save you at that point, trying to figure out where you were supposed to go. But then you saw him — grinning, confident, effortlessly at ease in a way you could never be.

You hadn’t expected him to talk to you. But he did. He saw how much lost you are, and he couldn’t just leave you there. He lead you to the classes, which turned into finding out you share so many classes together. And like so, you sat with him. You were whispering stuff during classes, doing anything but studying.

For two years, Austin was your best friend. The one who made you laugh when you were having a bad day, the one who showed up at your house with ice cream after a tough test, the one who knew exactly what to say when you felt like the world was too much. Somewhere between study sessions, late-night phone calls, and Friday movies nights, something shifted. The way he looked at you lingered a little longer, and your heart started absolutely racing when his shoulder brushed against yours.

By junior year, it was truly impossible to ignore. The friendship that had once been effortless had turned into something more, something deeper. This wasn’t just a high school romance. It was something real, something lasting.

And on one spring afternoon, you couldn’t believe your ears, or actually no sense at all.

You and Austin are having English class right now, both definitely not focusing on the teacher and the class. You are stealing glances at him, seeing him even prettier than he ever was to you. You could see the way his eyes shift to you occasionally. Those blue eyes, as deep as ocean, his blonde hair, and those cheeks you would most likely want to kiss…..

“…Y/l/n!” you hear a voice breaking your thoughts. It’s the teacher who just messed your daydreaming about Austin. Immediately you snap out of your mind and look at the teacher calling your name. “Are you paying attention?” You swallow hard, trying to safe this situation to not look suspicious, especially if Austin’s eyes are on you right now.

“Yes, Miss. I’n sorry.” you quickly gather words, and the class goes on. You exhale and whisper. “Gosh, this is never ending class.” Austin, sitting beside you, chuckles softly. “Don’t worry, just 10 more minutes to the end…” he reassures you. Hou can feel the warmth of his body so close to you and you just try to survive these 10 minutes.

As the ring bells, all students gather up their things and begin to leave. So do you and Austin. He picks his stuff, and waits for you, as he always does. You quickly join him, and the two of you leave the class, heading to your classes. “What are you doing… tonight?” Austin asks so suddenly.

You can swear you feel your heart skip a beat. He just asked you what you are doing tonight. “Uhh.. nothing much, I think.” you reply nervously, as you walk side by side through the hallway. Austin stops and that makes you stop. “Y/n… Would you wanna go to the movies with me? Like… not as best friends this time…”

It was a simple question, but the weight behind it made your breath catch. You searched his face, and there it was. That look, the one that had been lingering for months, the one you’d been too nervous about. For once, Austin wasn’t grinning. He was serious, hopeful, maybe even a little scared too. “So, what do you say?” he asks, his voice softer now.

You feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. “I’d love to.” Austin’s grin returns the moment you said yes, his face lighting up with excitement and happiness. “Great! How about I’ll pick you up at six?” You nod, still processing what just happened. “Yeah, six is good.”

“Perfect.” He leans against his locker, crossing his arms like he casually does during conversation between the two of you. “Oh, and I already picked the movie-“ he chuckles nervously. You tilt your head. “Oh? What are we seeing?”

“Titanic.” Your stomach flips. “Wait—Titanic? Like, Titanic…” Austin chuckles at your reaction, shrugging. “Classic romance, right?” You hesitate, locking your own locker. “I mean, yeah, but… that’s a long movie. And it’s super romantic. You sure you’re up for that?” you ask, wanting to know for sure he is okay with all of this.

He smirks, and for a second, you wonder if he’d picked it on purpose just to mess with you. Then his expression softens. “Well, yeah… Three hours is three hours… But I don’t care if that means I’d get to spend these three hours with you.”

Your face warms at his words, and suddenly, the idea of watching one of the longest, most emotional movies ever doesn’t seem so overwhelming. “Okay. I will be ready at six.” you smile, already excited.

As soon as you got home from school, you told your mom, who helped you get ready. It’s your very first date ever and with Austin. Everything needs to be perfect. You choose simple dress, hairstyle and makeup, to make you look little more special than Austin knows you as.

He is here in six sharp. You hear the ring bell, and you nervously rush down to open the door. With taking a deep breath you see Austin standing there, in dress pants with white shirt, and rolled up sleeves. And does he look hot? Damn yes.

His breath hitches the moment you reveal yourself to him. He never seen anyone this beautiful before. “Wow, you- you look… beautiful.” is the only thing he can let out. Blood rushes to your cheeks, feeling the warmness heating them. “Thank you… you look very handsome too.” you smile nervously.

He smiles back at you, as you stand there, two teenagers, completely in love with each other. He offers you his arm. “So… shall we?”

“We shall.” you take his arm, taking your purse and you close the door behind you. He leads you towards his car, and opens the door for you as true gentleman. He then hops into the car too, and can’t tear his eyes off of you. “Y/n, you look really pretty…” he says again.

You can’t help but smile wide, your cheeks blushing again. Austin starts the car and drives to the nearest movie theater. When arriving, he rushes to open the door for you, wanting to treat you the best you deserve.

When the two of you arrive to the ticket booth, he is the one to speak. “Good evening, uh… Two tickets for Titanic.” he says, nervousness still in bis voice. The seller lady smiles warmly. “Will you pay separately or together?” This moment, Austin looks at you with smile, reassurance in his eyes. “Together, I will pay.” he responds, paying for your ticket.

You feel warmth spreading through your chest, already loving every single second of this evening. When you both have the tickets you go in, and see the crowds of people everywhere. It's practically head to head everywhere, it's impossible for one of you not to get lost. And so Austin takes your hand in his. At that moment, butterflies explod in your stomach. This is the very first time Austin has ever held your hand. Your hand fits into his as if it were made for it.

He holds your hand firmly as if it was the most casual thing. “Wanna get popcorn and something to drink?” he asks, his lips close enough to your ear so you can hear him through the noise. If he wasn’t holding your hand right now, you would probably even manage to answer so you just nod.

So two of you walk to the snack counter still hand-in-hand. Austin buys some popcorn and the seller almost as if he knew what he’s doing gives you only one cup of Coke with two straws in it. Suddenly you feel lump in your throat, and butterflies in your stomach, all at once. But at the same time you’re excited.

The two of you reach the screening room, and sit down. The lights turn off, and the screen flickers to life, casting soft shadows over the rows of faces. You are very aware of how close Austin was sitting beside you, his hand holding yours, as the two of you eat popcorn.

The opening credits rolls, and your heart beats just a little too fast. You aren’t sure if it is the anticipation of the film, or the quiet electricity building between you. Maybe both. For the first twenty minutes, you both sat still, not saying a word. But your thoughts are louder than the movie. You could feel his thumb tracing on your skin,

On screen, Jack is sketching Rose, the music soft in the background. But you aren’t even watching anymore. You can feel Austin’s gaze shift to you, and when you turn your head to see him, you find him already looking at you.

You both just look at each other, neither of you speaking. Because you don’t need to. Everything is right there in his eyes… Hope, nervousness, the same whirlwind of emotion rushing through you as well. Austin’s gaze drops on your lips, and your heart races so hardly he must feel it against the seat.

You look at his full and pink lips as well. You slowly approach each other, getting closer and closer. Austin leans in first, slow but unsure, giving you every chance to pull away. But you don’t. You meet him halfway. And like so your lips connect.

The kiss is soft, like a question. Your heart pounds as you close your eyes, letting yourself fall into that moment. The movie is forgotten for a while, the world shrinking to the space between your and his lips.

When you finally pull apart, you open your eyes to find him smiling, his forehead just barely touching yours. The movie is softly playing in the background and your fingers still tangled together, holding. Austin glances at you, serious for a moment. “Did I just mess something between us?”

You shake your head slowly, smiling. “No… You just made everything even better.” Austin lets out a sigh of relief and strokes your cheek softly and gently, before saying something again. “So… should we rewind the movie or just admit we’re not watching it anymore?”

“I mean, Titanic is great—but this is better.” you laugh softly. Austin chuckles, his smile practically glowing. He glances back at the screen, and so do you. And as much as you can’t help it, you lean closer and lay your head on his shoulder. Austin smiles, and rests his head against yours, arm wrapping around your shoulders.

And as the movie plays on, forgotten in the background, you’re sitting there with his hand in yours, your heart still racing. From shy talking in classes to late-night calls, it had all led to this moment. Three years of friendship, of stolen glances and unspoken feelings, finally unfolding into something more. It isn’t just a kiss. It is the beginning of everything you’d both been waiting for.

ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ…

It has been exactly a year since that first kiss in the cinema, a year since everything between you and Austin shifted from silent hope to something real. Now, it felt impossible to remember a time when he wasn’t part of your everyday. Your mornings, your late night texts, your laughter between classes. You two became inseparable, the most iconic couple of the school.

And on days like today is, when the world slows down just enough, it feels like nothing could be better. The spring air was warm, sweet with the scent of blossoms, the sun casting soft golden light over everything. After school, you and Austin walk hand in hand to the park nearby the school.

This time, you carry a book tucked under your arm; Pierre et Luce, short and beautiful, the kind of story meant to be shared. It’s something your English teacher tasked you to read and so you decided to take the chance. You both sit on bench where you usually sit. Austin doesn’t even have to think twice and he lays down, resting his head in your lap.

“You’re really gonna read to me?” he asks, already closing his eyes, content. You laugh softly, brushing his soft blonde hair back from his forehead. “Only if you promise to stay awake this time.” Austin grins but says nothing, and you open the little book, your fingers flipping through the pages.

Your voice sounds gentle with the words, your arm wrapping around his torso, and though he doesn’t say a word, you could feel the way his hand holds yours tighter every now and then, like he is holding onto every syllable you read.

You read and read, enjoy his embrace, his warmth and the fact he actually listens. Austin takes every word you say, taking in the story. He either has his eyes on you, watching you read, appreciating your beauty, or has his eyes closed, taking in the moment.

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“And at the same instant the great pier against which they leaned their backs moved, and down to its very base the entire church trembled. And Luce, whose heart beats deadened in her the crash of the explosion and the shrieks of the crowd, threw herself without having time to fear or to suffer upon Pierre, in order to cover him with her body like a hen with her brood—upon Pierre, who with closed eyes was smiling with happiness. With a maternal movement she clasped the dear head against her bosom and that with all her power; and, coiled upon him, her mouth on his neck, they shrank together to their utmost. And the massive pier crumbled down upon them with one crash…”

You tried to keep reading, but your voice cracks. The words blurred, and before you could stop yourself, a quiet sob slips out. Austin’s eyes opened instantly. “Hey,” he whispers, sitting up and turning to face you. “Y/n.”

You blink, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you say, laughing softly through the tears. “It’s just so unfair. They didn’t get to live. They didn’t even get to love fully. They just—” you almost choke on the words. “They were each other’s everything, and it still wasn’t enough to save them…”

Austin doesn’t hesitate. He quickly moves closer, wrapping his arms around you without needing to say a thing at first. You melt into his chest, letting him hold you the way he always does. Safely, steady and lovingly.

After a moment, his voice whispers, low and certain against the top of your head. “But we’re here, I am here,” he says softly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “You and me. We’re not characters in a book. We get to live this. We get to love each other.” He cups your cheeks to look up at him.

“If it ever happens, something like their situation… I would save you like Luce wanted to save Pierre.”

“You would die for me?” he asks softly, his heart filled with warmth. You nod and hum in response. “Mhm… I love you. I would save you if it was meant to prove you how much I love you.” you let out final sob.

Austin’s gaze softens, his reaction speaking for his words. “You just proved me by just telling me this, my sweet girl…” You stare at him, this boy who had once made you laugh during awkward freshman year now makes you feel safe in a world that sometimes hurt too much.

In this moment, with your heart swelling with love, his hands holding your face in loving manner… This is it. He is the one. Not because it is easy, not because it is dramatic, but because even in your sadness, he stays. He sees every part of you. And loves you, anyway. Just like you love him. More than anything.

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𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 | Prince Austin Butler story

• Summary: A little princess was used to be chased by little prince. They liked each other, but as they grew up, they both changed. Until one day their paths cross again.

• Pairing: Prince! Austin Butler x princess! reader

• Warnings: just fluff I think 😭

• Proofreader: my star @eternal-love ⭐️🤭

• Note: GUYS? I just came with a random Austin prince fic and… ugh, please, let me excuse myself in advance if this is way too… fairy talesish-? 😫

The royal garden is stretched like a dream, with winding paths of silver stones and blossoms that glow in the warm afternoon sunshine. Roses are curled along marble archways, their petals whispering secrets in the evening breeze. Somewhere in the distance, a fountain sang with the gentle sound of falling water.

At the heart of it all, beneath the shade of an ancient willow, are sitting you. A book rested in your lap, its pages fluttering just slightly by the summer breeze. You are completely lost in between the words of the story that the book tells. You don’t even hear the quiet footsteps behind you.

“You seem lost…” you hear all of sudden. You turn sharply, gaze meeting a pair of eyes as deep as the bluest sky. A boy stands behind you, dressed in simple clothing, though something about the way he carries himself feels…different.

“I am not lost,” you reply simply. “I just prefer to be somewhere where no one expects to find me…” A lite smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That makes two of us.” He slowly walks around to stand in front of you.

You study him, searching for some familiarity, but find none. The sun’s light softens his features, making him seem almost like something out of the stories you love to read. “And what brings you here, stranger?” you ask, closing the book, watching him.

“Escape,” he admits easily. “And you?” You hesitate before answering: “The same.”

Your both eyes hold a gaze for a moment, something unspoken passing between you. Neither of you know the other is royalty. The wind is carrying the scent of blooming roses, the world fading into nothing. And you stand there, two souls seeking freedom in the same enchanted place.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, pointing to the place beside you underneath the tree. You nod with a soft smile, gesturing for him to sit down. You watch as he sits down beside you, and the moment you feel his presence this close, it’s as if something shifted. “What are you reading?” he looks at the book curiously.

“Some story about two people… They are fated to be together, but they have to find each other first.” you explain, stroking the books cover. He nods, eyeing the title. “How come they have to find each other?”

“They don’t know about it at first. They just live every day, hoping to meet their other half. Until one day they do.” you explain, placing the book aside. “And do they? Fall in love? I mean-“ he asks, as if interested in the book. You never met someone as interested about books as he is.

You nod, with soft smile. “They do.” His eyes never left you, as if memorizing the way your lips shape the words you say, the way the sunshine glow makes you seem almost unreal. He did not know your name, nor you his, but for him, something about you made the world feel more alive.

Your eyes never leaves his until then, your reach for a rose blooming beside you and pluck it gently from its stem. Its petals shimmer faintly, as you twirl it between tour thumb and index finger. Without any word, you hand out the rose to him.

He looks at you, then at the rose, as if it is a gift far greater than anything he had ever been given. Slowly, he reaches out and takes it, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moment. “You never told me your name,” he murmurs, watch the flower in his hand. “And you never told me yours," you counter.

He chuckles and nods. “My name is Austin,” he starts but doesn’t know if it’s all he wants to say or if he should add that one thing. Austin hesitates but eventually takes a breath and adds, “Prince Austin.” You look at him with wide eyes, realizing what he just said. “And you are?” he asks finally.

“I… I am… I am Y/n. Princess Y/n.” Austin looks at you, as if not believing his ears. At this moment, as the rules says, you both should probably bow to each other, but neither of you do, realizing that the one thing you both escaped from is royalty.

“Well, then. Pleasure to meet you.” Austin says, taking your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. You smile finally again. “Pleasure is mine, Austin.”you say, smiling. Now you finally know why is he the way he is. He, deeply inside of him, carries the same weight as you do.

The weight of endless rules, endless lectures and listening to “Your Royal Highness!”. He sighs deeply, twirling the rose between his fingers, before he looks at you. Austin eventually takes the flower and tucks it behind your ear. “You look better with flowers than I do.”

Your stomach flutters with millions of butterflies. With a blush and smile, you secure it behind your ear more.Princess! Princess, where are you?” you stiff suddenly, hearing the guards call out your name.

You turn to him, lips parted as if to say something, but no words come out . What could you say? That you don’t want to leave? That you feared the moment you stepped beyond the garden walls, this would all become nothing more than a dream? He leans loser, hesitation flickering in his gaze. “Will I see you again?”

The question hangs between you. “I don’t know…” you whisper. You eventually untuck the flower from behind your ear, placing it into his palm. He exhalez softly, as if he had expected the answer but had hoped for something different. He glances down at the rose cradled carefully in his palm. He tucks it into the folds of his coat.

“Then I’ll keep this,” he murmurs. “Until we meet again.” Your heart clenches, as somewhere beyond the hedges, the voice calling her name grows closer. You turn to leave, then hesitate. Just for a second. Then, before you could change your mind, you reach for his hand, squeezing it lightly, before pulling away.

Your eyes meer his eyes one last time. “Goodnight, my prince.” And with that you’re gone. Austin stands there long after you left, still feeling your touch on his hand. And for the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t a prince at all.

“Goodnight, my princess…”

Weeks later after day by day dreaming about the prince you met, your father, the King, arranged a ball. Your palace shimmers with golden light, the grand ballroom alive with music and laughter. Chandeliers dripped with crystal, casting glow over the twirling gowns of others as they danced in circles.

But you’re feeling none of it.

You’re standing at the edge of the dance floor, smiling where you’re expected to, nodding politely at lords, but your mind is elsewhere—again— back in the garden, in a moment that felt like a lifetime ago. The memory of him still in front of your eyes like the ghost of a dream.

You still see him so vividly, his rosy cheeks, eyes as blue as the sea you could drown in. His sandy blonde hair, locks almost too perfect to be true. And here you are again… Daydreaming about him, wishing to be with him again. Feel his warmth and presence just like you did before.

You move around the dance floor, your long and sparkling gown flickering in the light. Looking at the faces around you, none of them are familiar to you. It’s your father’s partners, lords from other countries that cooperate with your kingdom. But then… suddenly…

Standing at the entrance, dressed in royal attire that should make him feel like a stranger at your kingdom, but it doesn’t. It is him. The boy from the garden. Prince Austin. Your eyes meet almost immediately, and the world stills. Neither of you move, as if afraid the moment would fade away if you move only a little. The laughter, the music, the dance — all of that disappears. Only he remains. Only you remain.

He then, slowly, steps forward. “You look…” He stops just before you, his voice quieter now, almost breathless. “You look so beautiful...” he adds, too stunned by your beauty. You hardly try to find words, but find none. Instead, you let yourself look at him. Truly look at him. He is here. Prince Austin is here, right in front of you.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” you swallow, finally speaking. He smiles softly, looking into your eyes. “I was beginning to think the same.” You both chuckle, as if relieved to see each other again. For a moment, neither of you speak. There is too much to say, too much to ask. “May I have this dance, my princess?” he holds his hand out to you.

With a wide smile you nod, taking his hand in yours as you did in the garden. Austin leads you on the dance floor, his hand still holding yours, while the other rests on the small of your back, pulling you a little closer to him. “You dance as if you’ve done this a thousand times,” Austin teases, guiding you effortlessly through the steps.

You playfully raise tour brow. “And you seem surprised.” you tease back, looking at his precious face. “Not surprised,” he says, twirling you, so that you’re pulled away and then her brings you back to him. “Just impressed.” You laugh softly. “Is that flattery I see, Your Highness?”

“Just honesty,” he corrects you, holding your gaze. “And if it happens to sound like flattery, well… I don’t mind if you don’t.” You shake your head, but smiling. “You haven't changed.” you murmur.

“Neither have you… only you’re even prettier than I remember.” Your eyes hold, and in this moment, it no longer feels like a grand ballroom filled with royalty. It feels like the garden again. Just the two of you. Across the room, high on their thrones overlooking, the King and Queen, your father and mother, observa quietly.

“Look at her," the Queen murmurs, tilting her chin toward their daughter. “She is glowing…” she smiles widely, watching you dance with the prince. The King follows his wife's gaze, watching the way their daughter moves so freely, how her eyes softens when you look at the prince. “I’ve never seen her look at anyone like that before.”

The Queen nods, smiling knowingly. “And the prince?” The King studies the prince for a moment, recognizing his features from somewhere. He sees the way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when you smile… “It seems,” the King says with a chuckle, "our daughter has fallen in love."

“And with the son of our dearest friends," the Queen adds, grinning wildly, seeing her daughter in love completely and smiling at the sight. The King exhales, shaking his head. “I think they don’t even remember the times when they were little and chased each other on our garden. I remember the time when prince Austin gave Y/n flower.”

The Queen smiles again, remembering this little moment. You both met before. But neither of you know. “Shall we tell them?” The King smirks, pointing his finger up. “No, let them believe they found each other on their own. It makes for a much better story…”

Back on the dance floor, you and prince Austin have slowed your steps, simply swaying now, lost in each other’s presence. “Do you think this moment will last forever?” you whisper, fingers tightening slightly in his.

He lets out a soft laugh, the one you love so much. “If forever exists, please, may it be with you.” You look up at him, heart fluttering at the promise in his voice. You believe him. You trust him.

The ball continues but for you and prince Austin it’s night full of stolen gazes and knowing smiles. But none of it matters. Not when you feel like this now… Fingers touch his, lightly but briefly. “Come with me,” he whispers suddenly, his voice barely audible over the waltz.

Your heart skips, but don’t hesitate. Without a word, you let him lead you away, slipping through the grand doors and into the cool night air. The garden welcomes you both, the soft glow of lanterns swaying gently in the breeze. Above it all, the sky is like canvas, painted with a thousand stars that flickered like tiny, beating hearts and bright moon.

He doesn’t stop until you reach the willow—you both’s willow. The place where it had all begun. You sigh almost happily, tilting your head up to the sky. “Look at them,” you murmur. “The stars seem brighter tonight.” Austin follows your gaze, his hand still wrapped around yours. “Perhaps they shine so brightly for you.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. “Flatterer.” you say again, teasing. “Truth teller.” he fights back, chuckling teasingly. A comfortable silence settles between you, the kind that doesn’t need anything else. “I wish we could be constellations," you whisper, voice barely more than a breath.

He turns to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Constellations?” he asks curiously. You nod still staring at the sky. “They never change. They never have to part. They just… stay. Forever, side by side.” A strand of hair falls into your face by the light breeze.

Slowly, he lifts his hand and brushes that strand of hair away from your cheek, fingers lingering for just a moment, longer than necessary. “Then let us be constellations,” he speaks finally, breaking silence. “Even if the world tries to pull us apart, let’s find a way back to each other. Always.”

Your breath hitches as he says it. Austin is close now, the warmth of him pressing glowing, beating the night’s cold air. “Promise.” you whisper, looking into his eyes. He smiles, tilting his forehead to rest against hers. “I swear it on every star that lays in the sky above us.”

Your heart beats faster, and you wonder if his does the same. You gently lay your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat the same way as yours. And as the stars watch the witness from above, he closes the distance between you two.

The kiss is soft, hesitant at first, as if testing if you will pull away or not. But when you melt into him, when your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat, he deepens it, gently but certainly, almost like a vow.

The wind carries the scent of blooming roses, and in that moment, beneath the endless sky, you and Austin are infinite. Just like the stars. Just like the constellations. And like so, prince and princess, who chased each other in the same garden as little kids, found a way to each other again.

Just like the heroes from the book she read when they met for the first time.

"What are you reading?" he looks at the book curiously.

"Some story about two people... They are fated to be together, but they have to find each other first." you explain, stroking the books cover. He nods, eyeing the title. "How come they have to find each other?"

"They don't know about it at first. They just live every day, hoping to meet their other half. Until one day they do." you explain, placing the book aside. "And do they? Fall in love? I mean-" he asks, as if interested in the book. You never met someone as interested about books as he is.

You nod, with soft smile. "They do."

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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: Wil keeps his promises. Of course he does. He would do anything to make you happy.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x fem! reader

• Warnings: fluff!

• Proofreader: my queen @eternal-love 🧸

• Note: I had to write another fic for my sweet boy! You can read it alone or read it as continuing of “Healing Hearts” that you can find in my MASTERLIST! ❤️‍🩹

The sun starts to rise. The early morning’s light shining in through the windows. Wil’s eyes open as the rising light hits his face. He looks down at you, still sound asleep in his arms. He smiles and leans his head down to press a kiss on your forehead. He breathes in your scent before closing his eyes again.

He chuckles softly, and then lays there for a few moments more, just appreciating you, your warmth and softness of your skin against his. Slowly, and reluctantly, he lifts his arm from around you and sits up in the bed. He picks up his hand and brushes the hair off your face, taking in your features.

Wil sits on the edge of the bed, quiet, careful not to wake you. Your breath is soft, steady, face relaxed in sleep. His mind drifts back to yesterday— the way your eyes lit up as he led you through the garden, the way you reached out to touch the leaves, the vines, like you have never seen anything so full of life before. He remembers how you smiled at the strawberry plants, how you listened as he told her about their sweetness, their warmth, their patience. He had promised you a strawberry pie then, half-joking, but when you looked at him with quiet anticipation, he knew he meant it.

Wil exhales softly, his gaze flickering to you once more. You’re still asleep, safe, here. The thought settles something deep inside him, something he doesn’t have words for. He stands slowly, careful not to let the bed creak under his weight. His bare feet touch the cool floor as he moves toward the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder before slipping out into the quiet of the morning.

The morning summer air is fresh when he steps outside, carrying the scent of damp earth. The world is hushed, save for the distant rustling of trees and the occasional birdsong. He makes his way toward the garden, the path familiar beneath his feet. When he reaches the strawberry plants, he kneels, running his fingers over the leaves before carefully picking the ripest, reddest ones.

He can already picture your face when you see the pie, can already imagine your voice, soft with wonder. And for the first time in a long time, he feels it. The simple, quiet joy of doing something not just for himself, but for you. Slowly, the basket starts to fill up. He keeps moving from bush to bush, picking the sweetest, juiciest strawberries. A soft huff of breath behind him makes him pause. He doesn’t need to turn to know who it is. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he glances over his shoulder.

“You’re up early, girl." His horse, a sleek mare with a deep chestnut coat, steps closer, her large dark eyes watching him with quiet curiosity. She nudges his shoulder, insistent but gentle, her warm breath stirring his hair. “What?” he chuckles, ruffling her mane. Wil reaches up to scratch behind her ear. The horse nudges him again.

“You want some strawberries, don’t you? Sorry these strawberries aren’t for you, girl. They’re for someone else….” he smiles, as his horse snorts, nudging him again. Wil laughs softly, shaking his head, but then, when she does it a third time, lingering, her nose pressed against his shoulder, something about it makes him pause. It’s almost like she knows.

His fingers tighten slightly around the basket as the realization settles in. He had not only promised the pie, but also something more. "The roses," he murmurs, almost to himself. His horse exhales, flicking her ears, as if in agreement. Wil sits back on his heels, exhaling through his nose. "You remember, huh?" Wil glances toward the open stretch of land beyond the vegetable garden, the space where he had told himself, told you, that one day, he’d plant roses. For you. Because you have never had a garden of your own. Because you deserve something beautiful.

His mare nudges his cheek this time, and he huffs out a soft laugh, reaching up to stroke her muzzle. "Alright, alright. First the pie, then the roses. I hear you." Satisfied the horse steps back, swishing her tail as if to say, Good. Wil picks up the basket of strawberries that’s now full, and starts walking back over the hut. When he gets inside, he sees you still asleep in bed. He smiles at your sleeping form. He puts the basket down on the table, and moves back around the bed. He leans down and brushes the hair off your face.

He leans down a little more to press a soft kiss on your forehead. Wil keeps watching you as you slumber on, and then stands back up. He walks back into the kitchen of the hut. He finds the ingredients and sets about making the pie. Wil starts taking the ingredients out and lining them up on the counter. Wil places butter into a bowl and takes out the flour, sugar, measuring the right amount and dumping it into the bowl. He pulls out a sheet of wax paper and lays it out on the counter. He dumps the butter flour mixture out onto the wax paper and starts rolling it into a little square.

Wil watches the sun start to rise more outside the window, bringing in a warm glow. He turns back to the task before him, rolling the dough out. He carefully picks it up off the counter and holds it up. He carefully lowers the dough into the pie tin and pushes the edges into the tin so it fits. He washes up and starts peeling the strawberries, cutting up a few to place into the pie. He takes a spoon and tastes a bit of the berries.

They are as sweet as you. “Perfect…” he smiles, and then starts loading the pie with the strawberries. He takes the pie and places it into the oven. He sits down at the table, and waits for the pie to finish baking. After few minutes the pie is baked perfectly, so he takes the pie from the oven and let it cool down. Then he needs to fulfill another task… the roses.

When he comes back to the hut from planting, Wil takes a whiff of the pie, smiling at how well it came out. “Smells great…” he compliments himself with a smile. He looks at your sleeping form. He walks over and sits onto the bed next to you. He places a hand on your shoulder, and lightly shakes you. “Wake up, sweet girl…”

You begin to stir, waking up. Wil smiles and shakes you a little again. “Wake up, my sleeping beauty…” When you open your eyes, you smile widely, happy to see him. “Hi!” you chuckle. Wil kisses you sweetly before pulling away to look at you. “Slept well?”

You nod and hum in confirmation. He smiles, his hands pushing the hair off your face. “That’s good,” he says quietly. “There’s something I wanted to show you.” Wil reaches out and takes your hand. “Really?” you smile, intertwining your fingers with his. He pulls the door open, eyes looking out. The sun now completely risen, as he leads you outside. “Okay… close your eyes…” You smile with nod and close your eyes.

Wil stands next to you, still holding your hand. He leads you forward from the porch. “Follow me.”Wil walks you across the grass. His other hand reaches out and he brushes it against your hair. He’s making sure you don’t bump into anything as you walk through his garden. The sun is shining warmly when the two of you finally stop. “Almost there… Open your eyes.” His hand goes to the side of your head, and he turns your head so you’re facing the roses.

As you open yours eyes you see a garden of beautiful roses. All different colors. A dozen of them, fully in bloom, with a wooden sign that says; Forever yours garden. You let out a soft gasp, your lips parting in awe, eyes shining in love and affection. “Oh… Wil!” you breathe out softly. Wil looks over at you, seeing your sparkling eyes as you look at the roses. He smiles, “I take it you like them?”

“I love them, Wil! It’s exactly as you promised!” you jump into his arms happily. “Thank you!! Thank you!!” Wil catches you, picking you up. His arms wrap around you. “Anything to make you happy, my angel.” he smiles, burying his head into your shoulder. Wil carries you over to a bench in the corner of the garden. The roses are in full bloom, colors bright and beautiful. He sits down onto the bench and places you on his lap.

He’s scanning your face as he looks at you, a small smile on his face. “The reason I planted the roses, it’s not only because I promised. I planted them for a reason. And that’s because,” he lets out a soft breath. “Because I never want you to be without flowers… I want you to always be surrounded with something so beautiful. Something that reflects off your beauty…”

Your gaze softens as you look into his bright blue eyes. “Aw, Wil…” He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl that I’d ever seen…. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I’ve been reminded of your beauty over and over again, Y/n.” His eyes roam your face. “And I needed to give you something.. So that on the days you doubt your beauty… maybe this reminds you of how beautiful you are to me…”

You smile widely, eyes filling with tears of joy. Wil’s other hand reaches and cups your cheek. His thumbs stroke over it. His eyes move over your face, taking in every feature… The shape of your nose… the way your lips are pressed together in a smile. You smile even more and then press a kiss on his lips. Short but sweet enough to make his heart flutter with love.

After a while you stand up and walk to the roses. You crouch down to smell each one, with wide smile. Wil can’t take his eyes off of you. Watching you pick your favorite one, or the ones you like best. The different expressions on your face, the way your hands take the roses and hold them up. “You were made for roses…” he says quietly and smiles.

Wil sits and watches you walk amongst the roses. Your hands going from flower to flower… smelling them… running your fingers over the petals. His lips press together, his smile never leaving his face. He watches you, thinking about how lucky he is.

After a while you approach him and tuck one tiny rose behind his ear. He smiles widely, pressing you closer to him. “C’mere…” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you, you know?” he looks down at you and presses a kiss to your nose, then cheek, corner of your eye. “I love you too, Wil…” you smile and press your head into his chest.

You two stay like this for a while before he speaks. “I, uh…” He shifts slightly on his feet, suddenly remembering. “I made you something.” You tilt your head, curious. “The pie.” His lips tug into a small smile. “I told you I would.” Your breath catches for a moment, as if you have forgotten, as if you never expected Wil to do it really. But he had. Because he meant it. Because you matter. Taking your hand gently, he nods toward the hut. "Come on. It’s waiting for you."