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Soo are we just going to ignore Austin Butler in the Shannara Chronicles??? Like??????? We need more fics about Wil Ohmsford???

Like? The JAWLINE on the LAST ONE????? 🥵🥵🥵

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LIFE UPDATE TAG GAME

(I was tagged by queen @eternal-love 💗)

Last song?: Bitter Sweet Symphony

Favorite colour?: Baby pink!

Last book?: Milk and honey

Last movie?: Girls! Girls! Girls!

Sweet/spicy/savoury: all of them, heheheh

Relationship status?: Mentally dating Austin (single af)

Last thing I googled?: weather

Current obsession?: WILL OHMSWORD HIMSELF (and my hubby Austin as well)

What am I looking toward too?: weekend, ngl

(I tag @ilovereadingfanfics )

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I THINK I LOST MY MIND, ANYTHING FOR BENNY

A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G

I’m having a really bad day today, gimmie some Benny smut I know you’ve got something in that brain of yours 🤍

LEAVE

Pairing: Benny Cross x reader

Summary: You try to leave Benny, but he has other plans.

Warning: smut, toxic relationship, Benny being a pathetic ass, reader has a child, Benny gets physically violent.

Note: Couldn’t deny Miss Cross herself y’know? 😏I know I’m not as good writing smut but I do my best for you. Hope you get better and this makes you feel better! 🫶💗

Also, this is heavily inspired by a combo @aust-een and I had about how Jeff held back a lot from what the real Benny could have been. I just know Benny wasn’t this quiet nonchalant thing. He was jealous, possessive and violent.

Your life was monotonous, you woke up, got ready, had breakfast, went to your job, put your with annoying customers, came back home, slept. Repeat. That was up until you met Benny.

Your life did a 180, in your routine and emotionally too. Benny was an interesting character, he was a mistery to a lot of people. And to you too, your friend warned you to not even look in his direction, he was always cruising for a bruising. Him and his bike were in for any sort of trouble. That’s what drew you to him.

Your last boyfriend was too plain, too vanilla. You often sought out a way to create any sort of tension. With Benny, that wasn’t necessary. He was the problem himself. With you having to bail him out of jail more times that you liked to admit it. A part of you knew this wasn’t healthy. Specially not for your son, he saw everything.

Benny lived in your house, so, obviously you were the head of the house, you worked and brought in the money. But Benny didn’t care, he flouted in and out the house as he pleased. Anxiety ruled over you, not knowing if he would come back or not. You could stay awake all night just waiting for him.

At some point, you knew it had to be over, it wasn’t healthy anymore and you spent days more stressed than happy. So you waited for him to come back. You had put your son to bed upstairs. Your leg bouncing as you drank a beer, you heard the front door open and you saw Benny come in, black boots stomping on the wooden floor.

“What are you doin’ awake still?” Benny spoke up as he saw you in the couch, his eyes a bit tired as well as his voice.

“Waitin’ for you.” You said, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.

“You ain’t gotta do that.” Benny scoffed, he took his pack of Marlboro Reds out his pocket and lit up just one, he walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He looked around, no food. “No food tonight, I see. That’s how you care for your man?”

“It’s too late at night, only cooked for Robbie and I.” You said, you stared at him as he walked around. He just smirked in disbelief at what you said.

“What’s with the face?” He asked you as he came back to the living room, taking another hit from the cigarette.

“I want to talk to you about something.” You said, taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Benny rolled his eyes.

He had been off and weird lately, you had believed you were crazy but no, you started to accept that he was in fact different.

“I can’t live like this no more, Benny.” You confessed as you stood up, your hands on your hips. “This ain’t right. Not for me or my Robbie. I want you to leave.”

You said, it took everything in you to get the words out of you. Because you didn’t know how he would react.

Benny pressed his lips together as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, shaking his head. “That ain’t happening. I ain’t leavin’.”

Benny was hard headed and he did not follow nobody. If he was told to do something, he did the opposite, but you were tired. Of everything.

“It’s not a question, Benny. I can’t keep carrying on like this. It’s eating me alive.” You said, trying to appear firm as you stood up.

“You can’t keep carrying on like this?” He repeated your words, you could easily tell he was mocking you. “What else did you think this would be?”

You stared at Benny in disbelief, a part of you thought you could have changed him. Make him more responsible, more emotionally present, more anything, but no. He was still the same troublemaker you met. It hurt you to kick him out but there wasn’t any other choice.

“I just want you to leave. Get your things and leave.” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“So you can bring in another man? Who you gonna bring next? Cal or that son of a bitch with the camera?” Benny accused you, he was very jealous and possessive. He didn’t like bringing you to meeting too much, specially not when Danny or Cal talked to you. There was a reason he didn’t let you meet up with Danny to do his interviews.

“What are you even talking about, Benny? This is about us. You and I!” You snapped, he always tried to blame others for everything, because in his own words ‘he never asked anyone for anything’.

“Don’t even yell at me. Watch it.” He said, his voice monotone.

“I’m tired of you leaving without saying anything. And expecting me to take you back. I can’t keep waitin’ on ya. I just can’t. So please, leave. Because I can’t handle you being a son of a bitch anymore.”

Oh, that set him on fire. You, calling him a son of a bitch. He didn’t like that. There was a silence in which he clenched his jaw, put out the cigarette into the decorative table by his side.

“Right?” Benny said calmly before he snapped. And he threw the decorative table to the floor, making the flower vase break down to little pieces.

You flinched, Benny had his violent outburst, you hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet. Throwing beer bottles or anything on his reach. His nonchalant demeanor was something that was only a façade to either give you the cold shoulder or appear more brave with the club.

As soon as he walked towards you, you backed off, only for Benny to grab you by the neck.

“Who do you think you are?” Benny growled, his voice always held that nonchalant tone to it. Which you hated. You never knew if he did this because he cared and wanted to stay or just for the fun of it. “I ain’t asking anything from you, so you can’t come here askin’ anything from me.”

Benny was so close to your face, his hand wasn’t really gripping your neck tightly but he was holding you hard enough to scare you.

“I ain’t gonna let you go around like one of them loose women. You’re mine. Mine. You get it?” Benny whispered in your ear.

But you wanted this to end. For your son.

“I ain’t doing this because I don’t love you. I do it for my son.”

“I really don’t give a shit about your son. Never did and never will, doll.” Benny scoffed. “I should listen to what you’ve told me, give you a baby so you can finally shut up. So that I’ll never be able to fully leave you.”

Benny placed his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core. Making you shiver, most of the time, Benny having you by the neck turned you on immediately, and it was working right now.

“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Benny purred in your ear. “No words now? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Benny leaned in and kissed your lips, the friction of his knee with your core sent shivers across your body. You wanted to rip off his clothes, and so he did. He ripped open your shirt, those cheap buttons didn’t stand a chance.

“How many times have I told you I hate these clothes? Mhm?” Benny whispered. It was a two piece set, the sleeveless button shirt and the matching shorts. It was a look that was in right now, you had wanted to fit in. Albeit, Benny didn’t enjoy it. “You want everyone to look, don’t ya? Everyone. There’s a reason why I got you that jacket.”

Benny pulled you to the couch, throwing you into it. The jacket was the one that had ‘Property of Benny’ in the back, made you wear it every time there was a meeting.

Benny got rid of his colors, his jacket and vest on the floor as well as his worn out white tshirt, he got on top of you. His lips finding their way to yours, you tasted the whisky on his lips, made you hum. You were enjoying how aggressive he got at times.

His hand traveled from your hair to your breast, squeezing it through your bra, you moaned on his lips, your back trying to arch but his body blocked you from doing so. Then his hand traveled all the way to inside your shorts, his touch feather-like as he caressed you over your underwear, your toes curled up at the feeling, you shivered once again.

“My doll is so desperate. I thought she wanted me to leave.” He kept rubbing you over your underwear. You let out breathy moans.

You wanted to deny it. But you couldn’t even speak properly. He wasn’t even doing anything extreme and you were already losing it.

He worked with his hands, he was so masculine. The smell of Marlboro Red filled your nostrils. It made you so— ugh. You couldn’t get enough of it, or him. Even if part of you hated it, there was something about him that you couldn’t reject.

“I’m gonna make sure— everyone in the fuckin’ street knows who you belong to. Alright?” Benny grunted as he undid his pants, he was as hard as he ever was when he’s with you.

And to be fair, your ex-in laws lived next door. You were in for a ride as soon as he pulled down your shorts and underwear. His boxers came down as well.

“Don’t be quiet.” Benny said, as he filled you up with his cock in one swift thrust.

“Motherfucker!” You moaned out loudly, loud enough to blush afterwards. You saw his smirk.

He liked how he got to you. How much you were willing to put up from him. His thrusts were anything but gentle, the sound of skin slapping, moaning and grunting filled the living room.

“You like it? Hmm?” Benny asked as he relentlessly fucked you in the couch, but this want his favorite position, not at all. He found it boring to say the least.

Your eyes were rolling back, your mouth open and filthy noises escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Move.” He said as he pulled out of you, you whimpered when you stopped feeling his cock. Damn, that’s how much you needed him.

Eventually he manhandled you, he threw you around until you were in all fours. He was behind you and without any sort of mercy, he pounded into you from behind, his cock filling you up, giving you pleasure like no other.

“Benny… p-please” You whined, it was too much, he was too much. All of him.

“What? I’m sorry, can’t hear you.” Benny said, as his hand reached to grab your throat, squeezing the air you had.

It was the adrenaline of having no air combined with the pleasure of it. It gave you too much ecstasy. You didn’t even remember the last time he fucked you like this.

“I’ll leave whenever I want.” Benny whispered in your ear as he kept choking you, you tried to grasp on whatever air was possible. But it was in vain, and after a while, he withdrew his hand from your throat and slowly made its way down to your clit.

That was your breaking point and you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. Every moan that came out of you came from the deepest of your soul.

His hand worked wonders on your clit, making you feel overstimulated, waiting for that usual feeling for being close to the edge.

“Keep… g-going” you managed to mutter through the moans. As his cock kept filling you up, you knew no guy could ever compare to him.

Not even one. And you didn’t even dare to think of it. Afraid that he could read your mind and get mad.

“We’re gonna have a baby. So you won’t ever kick me out again. So that your brat of a son— knows his place.” Benny kept going even faster and harder, it seemed like he was on the edge. “And so that photographer son of a bitch knows that you’re taken.”

“Benny!” You yelled as Benny hit that sweet spot of yours, pleasure erupted as you finished, your muscles relaxing immediately.

He kept fucking you, for at least a minute more before you heard his voice falter, his breath ragged. “Oh, f-fuck…”

Benny filled you up, made sure to not waste a single drop of his cum. After all, he wanted you heavy with his baby in a few months. He couldn’t wait to see your son’s face. That little brat. Knowing his mommy wouldn’t get rid of him.

“So good for me…” Benny leaned over you, whispering in your ear. “If you tell me to do anything ever again, I’ll do the opposite. Okay?”

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~love is the reason to stay alive and the reason to die

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AAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAA

Austin recently spotted in Northern California 🥰❤️

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𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇’𝑆 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇, 𝑀𝐴𝑀𝐴 || 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 || Austin! Elvis story

PREVIOUS PART <- NEXT PART coming soon…

• SUMMARY: Y/n’s father has enough of Elvis “ruining” his daughter but so does Y/n. She has enough of her father telling her what to do or not to do, so she just leaves.

• PAIRING: Austin! Elvis x female reader

• WARNINGS: arguing, slight angst, typos

• 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! 🫶🏼

As weeks passed, you met Elvis more than 5 times again. You two spend some time in Graceland, or he took you to the backstage of his concert…. You were and are living the dream of any other girl your age. With that, your education dropped a little. You couldn’t basically study because only thing stuck in your mind is Elvis.

The clock on the wall ticks loudly in the tense silence. You are sitting by the table with your mother and father, his arms cross, his face red with frustration. Your university sent your parents a letter about a downfall of your grades. And they, especially your father, blames Elvis for that.

“Y/n, I don’t know what’s gotten into you!” he barks. “Your grades are slippin’, you’re missin’ assignments—this isn’t the daughter I raised!”

You take a deep breath, being in disgust. You don’t even want to finish dinner. “I’m still me, papa. I’m just... figuring things out.”

“Figuring things out!?” he echoes, his voice rising. “By skippin’ study sessions to fool with some… singer?! That man’s got you fooled, Y/n! He’s nothin’ but trouble!”

“That’s not true!” you shout back, your voice trembling.

“Y/n…” your mother starts to step in.

“He’s kind, and he cares about me—more than you do!”

Your mother stands up nervously “Maybe we should—”

“No!” he snaps, cutting her off. “She needs to hear this! That boy doesn’t care about her future! All he cares about is himself!”

Your eyes start to fill with tears, but you refuse to let them fall. “You don’t even know him!” you sob quietly. “He’s nothing like that. He believes in me!”

Your father slaps his hands into the table. “Believes in you to do what?! Throw away your education?! Your dreams?! For what, huh!? A few weeks of feelin’ special?”

“Papa, stop!” you cry out, your voice breaking. “You don’t understand! For the first time in my life, I feel like I can breathe, like I can be myself. With him, I’m not just some perfect little daughter trying to live up to your expectations!”

Your father’s expression hardens, his jaw tightening. “And what about your future? Are you just gonna toss it all away because some boy tells you what you want to hear?”

“It’s not like that!” you shake your head. “He supports me! He wants me to be happy, to figure out what I really want. Why can’t you do that?”

Your father’s voice drops, low. “Because I know where this road leads, Y/n. You think I haven’t seen this before? A man like him will take everything you’ve got and leave you with nothin’.”

“You know what, papa!? Since I’m such a trouble to you, I will leave! I will be with him because he will give me the love you’ve never given me!” you shout out, making the house silent. Your father stares at you for a while, his jaw clenching.

“Go, if you want. But if he tosses you away because he’s tired of you, don’t bother coming back.”

You stare at him, chest heaving. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Your mother gasps. “Y/f/n, don’t say that—”

“No, mama,” you begin, your voice steadier now. “If papa won’t trust me, won’t let me make my own choices, then maybe I need to leave.”

Your father’s face darkens, watching you as if you weren’t his little girl anymore but a big bug that needs to be stepped on.

“You can’t stop me now,” you say, chin lifting defiantly. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m all grown up. And if I have to leave to have a life of my own, then I will.”

Your mother steps forward, her hands wringing nervously. “Darling, please, let’s just talk about this!”

You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks now. “I’ve already made up my mind.” You walk upstairs into your room. Taking out the suitcases from beneath your bed, you start packing your stuff in it.

That night you called Elvis, telling him what happened and asking him if you can come to Graceland next day. Elvis, as you expected, said yes because - Graceland has its door open for you anytime.

The next day, as you are about to leave, your mother stop you for a moment. “Y/n, rethink this, please…” she begs, her hands on your shoulders. “That’s all right, mama… I know you’re nothing like papa, but I gotta go. I can’t live like this anymore…”

Your mother looks deeply into your eyes, as they fill with tears. She nods, understanding why you made that decision. “Yeah… Yeah, I guess it’s time for ya to spread your wings.” she says, pulling you into a tight hug. “My arms are always opened for you, Y/n. Just call me sometimes, so I know you’re alright.”

You nod, promising this to your mother. Suddenly you hear a familiar sound of Elvis’ pink Cadillac pulling up by the driveway of your house. You let go of your mother and take suitcases into your hands. “Thank you, mommy. I’ll be alright I promise.” you say, seeing tears escaping your mother’s eyes.

She just stands there, watching as you leave. As you walk to Elvis’ car he notices you carrying the bags and suitcases. He immediately gets out of the car and helps you. “Hi doll, you ‘aight?” he asks, taking the suitcases from you.

“Yea… Let’s just… leave.” Elvis waits for you to be seated in the passenger seat and close the door, before getting into the drivers seat. You look at your house for the last time, seeing your father watch you leave from the window, his arms crossed at his chest.

As Elvis starts driving away from your house, taking you to Graceland, you sit in the passenger seat beside him, fingers nervously twisting the hem of your dress. You gaze out the window, thoughts a whirl of emotions that you can’t seem to stop.

Elvis glances over at you, his jaw set in the way it always is when he is trying to figure something out. His knuckles tap lightly against the steering wheel, keeping time with the radio, though his attention is clearly elsewhere. He then stops the radio, as he needs to focus.

“Alright, darlin’,” he lets out finally, his voice soft but tangled with curiosity, “you gonna tell me what exactly happened?”

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. “Papa and I had fight last night as I said yesterday to telephone,” you admit, your voice quiet. He glances at you again, concern flickering in his eyes. “Yeah? ’Bout me, wasn’t it?”

“Not just you…” you clear out quickly, though the guilt is still clear in your tone. “It was about... everything. My grades, my future. He thinks I’m throwin’ my life away.” Elvis shakes his head in disbelief, his lips curving into a wry smile. “Sounds like he’s got his mind made up ’bout me, huh?”

You turn to look at him, your expression softening. “I was trying to prove him he is wrong about you. I tried to explain him everything. How much you want me to be happy, how much you love and how much you care.”

He chuckles softly, though there is a trace of sadness in his tone. “You’re sweet to say so, but men like your daddy? They see a fella like me and figure they’ve got it all worked out. Singin’ for a livin’, out late at night, women hollerin’ my name—I don’t exactly scream ‘reliable,’ do I?”

“It’s not fair,” you say, your voice rising slightly. “You’re not like that. You’re not just some... some selfish, reckless boy. You’re kind. You listen to me. You make me feel like I matter.”

His fingers tighten briefly around the steering wheel, and he glances at you again, his expression softening. “Ya do matter,” Elvis confirms. “Don’t let nobody make you feel otherwise, least of all your own daddy.”

You look down at your lap, throat tightening. “He doesn’t see it that way. He said I can go with you, but so I don’t bother coming back when you are tired of me…”

Elvis’ brows furrows and he shakes his head. “That’s harsh!” he laughs at your father’s naive attitude. “Doll, I will never get tired of ya. No matter what ya do, I will never throw ya away like this.”

You look up at him. “I couldn’t stay in that house no more, Elvis. I couldn’t keep bein’ the perfect little girl he wants me to be, never makin’ my own choices, never takin’ a chance on what I want.”

“What do ya want then, Satnin?” he asks, his voice quiet now.

You hesitate, as this question hits you again. But this time you know what you want – finally. “I want a life that’s mine. I want to make my own mistakes, find my own way. And right now... I want life with you in it.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, his thumb tapping the wheel. When he speaks, his voice is soft. “You sure, darlin’? That ain’t a light decision. Leavin’ your parents, comin’ with me—it’s a whole different world.”

“I know,” you reply firmly. “But I’ve already made up my mind.”

Elvis lets out a breath, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, I’d be a fool to say no to spending a life with ya.”

You smile softly, your heart filling with warmth and love. He reaches over to grab your hand, and briefly squeezes it. “Alright, then. Let’s get you settled, love.”

As Elvis pulls up in front of Graceland, you feel a strange sense of familiarity settling over you. Graceland in its own beauty with gentle hum of life looks just like the first time you’ve been there. This time, it almost feels... welcoming.

“Well, welcome home.” Elvis breathes out. “C’mon, darlin’. There’s somethin’ I wanna show ya.”

You widen your eyes when stepping out of the pink Cadillac, the crunch of driveway beneath your feet. “Something? What is it?”

Elvis just winks, grabbing your suitcases from the trunk. “You’ll see. Mama’s been fussin’ over it all mornin’.”

Inside of Graceland you are hit by the warm, that is wrapping around you like a hug. Gladys appears in the hallway, wiping her hands on her apron, her face lighting up when she sees you.

“There you are, sweetie!” she exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug. “Hello,Gladys,” you say, sharing the hug, cheeks warming.

Gladys pulls away from the hug, looking at you. “My poor girl, what has gotten’ into your papa…?” she asks, her hands on your shoulders. You just shake your head, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“I see... Now, come on, both of you. We’ve got somethin’ to show you.” You glance at Elvis, but he just grins and motion for you to follow Gladys. She leads her upstairs, to a room she hadn’t been in before.

Gladys push to open the door. You step inside, your breath catching. The room is small but cozy. It looks like one big closet with all things that a girl like you needs. There is a table with big mirror, a vase with roses standing there, and closet revealing a few dresses.

You turn to them, your mouth opening and closing as you search for words. “What... what is this?”

Gladys chuckles. “It’s for you, honey. Figured if you’re gonna be spendin’ time here with us, you oughta have a space that’s yours. Somethin’ to make you feel really home.”

You look at Elvis, your eyes wide, almost filled with tears. “Did you do this?” He shrugs, a smirk appearing on his face. “Mama did most of it. I just helped a little.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Gladys says with a laugh. “He was right there pickin’ out those dresses, makin’ sure we got the colors you’d like.”

Your cheeks burn as you turn back to the room, tears falling from your eyes. “I don’t know what to say. This is... it’s too much.”

“It ain’t too much,” Elvis says gently, stepping closer. “You deserve the best. Figured you could use a place to breathe, y’know? A place that feels like it’s yours.”

Tears falls from your eyes, and you quickly wipe them away, laughing softly. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Maybe not,” Elvis says with a grin. “But I wanted to.” Gladys touches your arm lightly. “You settle in, sweetheart. Lunch will be ready in an hour.”

With that Gladys disappears down the hall, leaving the twi of you alone. You turn to Elvis again, shaking your head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you did this.”

Elvis wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head. “You need to know that you got people in your corner now. Whatever you’re dealin’ with, you ain’t gotta do it alone. I will take the best care of ya, darlin’.”

Your chest tighten, and you step forward, wrapping your arms around him in response. He holds you close for just a moment, relaxing, his hands resting lightly on your back. “I will make sure you graduate the college, so your papa doesn’t sue me,” he says making you laugh. “You will have everythin’; everythin’ you’ll need or want. You’re in best hands, love.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, looking up at him. “Anytime, darlin’,” he said, his voice low and warm. For the first time in months, you let an exhale, the weight of the argument with your father easing just a little. You are not sure what the future holds, but in this moment, you feel like you might finally be able to find your place in it.

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𝐹𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 PART 1 | Austin Butler

• SUMMARY : Austin is your best friend and you seem to attend the same event without knowing it. As much as the two of you loved the pranks you did on the set as younger, you decide to repeat the past. But this actually turns into the most wildest things you’ve ever done.

• PAIRING : Austin Butler x female! reader

• WARNINGS : fake/pretended dating, flirting, kissing

• NOTE: Hello guuuuys! 💕 Sorry for not posting anything in a while, life has been busy. I hope y’all will like this and ACTUALLY! Please let me know how would you feel about part 2! I might… how do you say it… spice things up?

Celebrities poured onto the red carpet, shimmering in designer gowns and suits, the paparazzi’s cameras capturing every angle, every smile, every carefully curated moment - that is what it takes to be at the awards.

In the quieter corner of the lobby, away from the chaos of the main entrance which you managed to escape luckily, you adjust your silver dress. The dress you decided to wear tonight is simple but elegant, exactly your style. Your manager insisted for you to arrive early, but now you regret you listened to her. The whole event is just one big chaos, and as much as you love your coworker actors and this job, you’re simply not in the mood to talk with anyone today. It’s just kind of thing you gotta do because your career demands it. You are about to head to the bar for a drink when you hear a familiar voice.

“Look who it is.”

You turn around and your poker face turns into a smile. It’s Austin, your closest friend and the best guy in the industry. He is just leaning against the wall in Prada clothing looking almost too good to be true.

“Aus!” you exclaim, rushing to hug him tightly. “What are you doing here?! I thought you hated these things!”

“Mutual loathing, y’know,” Austin replies jokingly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But my manager threaten me to go. You?”

“Same story, different manager.” You reply, letting him go gently as both of you laugh.

You two stay far from anyone, changing some stories about your latest projects. Austin was really good friend of yours since the two of you met as teenagers, filming some series for Disney channel.

“Do you remember those stupid pranks we used to do on the sets?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously and he grins. You raise an eyebrow. “Like the time we convinced every other kid from set that you and I were secretly married?”

“Just like that. Why not repeat that?” Austin glances at you, something unspoken sparkling in his eyes. “Let’s give them something to talk about, and make the boulevard blow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s pretend we’re dating,” he says with such a calmness. “We’ll get out there, hand in hand. We will whisper sweet nothings to each other as we have arrived together, and make the paps lose their minds.” Sweet nothings, you think for yourself. There is one thing Austin doesn’t know about - you loved him for so long, since the day one actually. And thinking of doing this is messing not only your head but your heart as well.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Have you got insane?”

“Come on, Y/l/n. We haven’t had some fun in years.” Austin pauses, his grin softening. After a few moment’s of hesitation, you nod, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Fine.”

Austin’s smirk gets wide, offering you his hand. “Let’s make them go crazy, love.”

You and Austin walk inside the main hall again, hand in hand. You feel your heart beating, almost pounding out of your chest. All of your coworkers know that Austin is really good friend of yours, but no one knows how deeply you loved and love him for years now. And knowing you will have to pretend the two of you are dating it’s not making it any easier.

Austin holds your hand and the two step on the red carpet, and that’s the time where only you two get all the attention. The cameras nearly explodes when you and Austin step onto the red carpet together. You guys walk arm in arm, pausing for photos, leaning in close. At one point Austin brushes a strand of hair from your face, and paparazzi gasp, immediately taking pictures.

You feel all eyes were on you and Austin. It’s not that you would mind, actually, you are enjoying as you make everyone around you crazy. “See, honey? They are all crazy about us.” You lean closer to hear him and as one of his hands rest on your back, you take his other hand to hold onto. Austin glances down at you, noticing your smile and the way you’re holding his hand. It makes a shiver go up his spine. He looks you in the eyes and smile, gently squeezed your hand.

“You know, you’re damn good at this. I almost almost forget that we aren’t actually a couple right now,”

You smirk at Austin, as you play along now. “How about leaving to other actors now, leaving the paparazzi desperate for more photos so we can also fool our coworkers?” He smirks and his hand travels to your lower back.

He knows it is all just an act, but it feels so right. So damn right. He takes a step forward, leading the two of you towards one of the actors as he spoke to you. “Are you ready to put on the ‘couple act’ for them, darling?”

You nod your head and smirks. “Never felt more ready.” Austin chuckles, his smirk now matching yours. He likes the confidence in you. The two of you approach one of the other actors, who is Austin’s coworker and friend who worked with him on Masters of the Air - Callum. “Hey, Call!” Austin waves at him, holding your hand.

“Oh, Austin! Hey!” Austins walks with you to him. Callum turns away from the conversation he was in, his eyes landing on you and Austin. He is obviously stunned, his eyes widening slightly seeing the two of you together. His gaze immediately darted down to your hands intertwined together. “Austin, you’re here! And… you’re here with Y/n?”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you!” you offer Callum a hand to shake, adding the word finally to made him think Austin promised you to introduce you to him. Callum smiles awkwardly, quickly glancing down at your hand still intertwined with Austin’s again, before looking back up at you. The stunned look is still on his face, but he manages to answer you.

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you too. Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually here with Austin. You two… you, uh, look great together” Callum answers, confused tone in his voice. You glance at Austin, who is not hiding his smirk any longer. “Thank you! Austin is actually the best man I could ever wish for and I'm glad we're finally out together...” you smile softly and squeeze Austin’s hand.

Callum chuckles again, still seeming a bit stunned at the fact you and Austin ‘are’ together. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he’s a great guy, I can tell. You two together though… wow. You both make a really cute couple!” Callum points at your hands.

“Thanks, pal,” Austin speaks out, wrapping an arm around your waist. Call nods. He actually glances at Austin’s arm wrapping around you and swallows. “Yeah, umm, no problem! So uh… how long have the two of you been a thing exactly?” he asks, clearly trying to process this whole situation.

Your cheeks burn with excitement, kinda loving this. “A half a year now…” Austin lies, looking into your eyes and you smile at each other, playing along. Callum’s eyes widen once again, still looking completely shocked, now learning the fact you and Austin ,have been together, for that long without anyone knowing.

“Woah, that long? And none of us knew? I feel like an idiot, I had no idea you two had been together that long…” he smiles nervously.

“Well, we wanted to hide it from the public for as long as possible and so... And I see that we succeeded brilliantly.” Austin speaks out, his hand that lays on around waist rubs your hip. You feel like your temperature is rising with every other Austin’s touch. Words can’t describe how much you wish this all wasn’t a pretending.

Callum still seems so stunned, his brain obviously trying to figure out how he didn’t see the signs of the two of you being together. He doesn’t reply right away, only staring at the two of you in total disbelief for a moment.

“Yeah, you did… I just… I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that the two of you have been together for half a year and I had no idea…”

“Austin didn’t mention?”

“No… he never spoke a word about you two being together. This is new to me and I’m sure it’s the same for the rest of us here. We all had no idea you two are together.” Callum takes a sip of his drink, trying to hide his cluelessness.

Austin smirks, his lips twitching. He is enjoying every moment of tricking Callum into thinking that you and him are actually together. “Once we tell the others then the shock of it being a secret for so long will wear off, so I wouldn’t worry about that.”

You run your thumb over his knuckles. Austin glances down at your hand, butterflies exploding in his belly. “How did you guys managed to keep it a secret for half a year?" Callum interrupts the silence.

You think for a while, managing to get out some lie. “Well we tried not to appear in public too much. We didn't show any interaction in the medias and it just sort of went away.” you laugh softly, melting into Austin’s embrace.

Callum watches in surprise as you press your body up against Austin’s. It’s such a natural looking and believable sight. He smiles awkwardly once more before speaking. "Yeah, that makes sense. You two look good together, tho." Callum smirks, all believing this act.

Austin glances down at you, his eyes sparkling with such a mischief. He likes how this little game is progressing. The more you act ‘couple like’ the more the other actors believe. And as a plus, the fact you’re leaning against him, holding his hand… he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly an idea hits you. You look at Austin, and you lean closer, your face now close to yours. Austin leans forward a little as you pull him closer, a smirk still on his lips. He knows exactly what you are doing. He chuckles silently to himself as you tug him towards you, his heart racing a bit with excitement. When you are close enough you kiss him.

Austin’s heart skips a beat, the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a soft kiss making his head spin. The smirk falls from his lips, and he can’t stop the shiver going down his spine. He just stands there, a little stunned for a second after you pull away, his eyes widening and his lips tingling from the kiss. You notice he is taken away by the kiss so you decide it’s time to cut the conversation with Callum.

“It was nice meeting you, Call. I guess we will keep seeing each other around now.” you smile warmly and Callum nods and blinks, a moment of silence between you before he answers you.

"Yeah, it was great talking to you, too. Um, yeah, see ya around"

You guys walk away from Callum, and you lean in and whisper. “How did I went?” you ask, still holding onto his hand. He chuckles as you leaned to whisper in his ear, his heart still fluttering a bit from when you kissed him. "You did… absolutely great, love. You looked great, you acted great, the way you were clinging onto me…"

“And was that kiss okay? I don't want you to do something you might not be comfortable with..” you ask again, being concerned about if he doesn’t mind. Actually, Austin stops and turn you to face him. “It was more than okay,” he says, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I was just stunned for a moment. It looked very convincing. I can’t wait to see all the medias and websites tomorrow. We’ll probably have our names written across every single one of them after tonight’s little show..” As he says this you realize that. You guys faked all of this, even tho for you it was not so fake…

“Um, yeah..” You bow your head down a little. Austin chuckles softly, taking your chin and lifting your head up to look at him. “Hey, don’t get shy on me now, darling. We’ve got to play the lovey-dovey couple to keep this plan believable all night."

You feel a knot in your throat as your feelings start showing. “I’m not shy, Austin, I just…” His smirk slowly fades away, replaced by a look of concern and confusion. He takes note of the hesitance in your words, raising an eyebrow. “Just what…? What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

You wonder how to gather the words that cross your mind right now. Every little feeling, every little attraction that Austin is making you feel. When you take a deep breath you start. “Aus, I don't know how to say this but... I liked you for a while now. Since the day one, actually. And the fact that you're my best friend only supports this. But this whole thing we are doing makes me realize how much I feel for you... How much I would wish if we couldn't pretend...”

Austin’s eyes widen and he is stunned for a moment. He blinks, taking in what you just confessed to him. He expected you to be just pretending this whole time, but from the way you confessed he knows now that you’re being serious. His heart skips a beat, butterflies fluttering inside his stomach again.

“Are you…. really…?”

“Yea... And I'm so sorry if this is going to ruin the things between us, I just... I wanted to tell you.” Suddenly you feel your heart drop as even more thoughts start to flow through your mind. Austin pauses for a long moment, searching your eyes, his mind racing. He expected this whole thing to just be a lie for the paparazzi, but now? It’s obvious you are being more than serious. What he also realizes is that the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering because he feels the same way.

“No, no… There is no need to apologize, sweetheart… And this doesn’t ruin anything between us… I actually…” You wait for his response, the world around you fading away slowly. He sighs and looks back into your eyes. “I actually feel the same… I like you too, Y/n. I’ve had a crush on you for quite a while, but I never knew if you felt the same and… I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same.”

You smile at his words, realizing what he just said. Austin smiles back at you. It’s crazy to think the both of you feel the same yet neither of you knew how much until this moment. “I didn’t think you’d actually admit to it… I wasn’t sure if you’d be just faking to convince others…”

“Well I like you that much it wasn't even hard to pretend.” you smirk and Austin wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your closer to him. “I suppose that means we don’t have to fake it this whole night. You’re mine, and I’m yours… Now really.”

“We don’t?” You wrap your arms around him as a playful expression crosses your face. “No, we don’t. Now we can just spend the rest of the evening with no secrets or lies, pretending we’re both together. Just… actually being together.” he cups your face.

You lean closer, smelling his cologne and your cheeks burn with desire. Austin’s eyes glitters. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly, tightening his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your chests are touching. Austin closes the gap between you, his lips finally meeting yours for a soft kiss. This time, it’s a real kiss, not just pretended affection.

The kiss is passionate, and you feel like this is what was meant to happen. He pulls away, his forehead resting on yours. “I wanted to do this for so long…” Austin’s hand rests on the back of your neck, breathing fast.

“I love you, Austin…” these words slip from your lips faster than you expect. Austin giggles deeply, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “I love you too, my darling.”

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HES SO HOT AND SO IS THE EDIT

For Benny I’d keep my legs apart:.

Posting it just because my girl @aust-een said it should be on here. Miss Cross persuading me again.

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ABSOLUTELY NO WORDS NEEDED THIS PIC SPEAKS FOR MYSLEF NOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MY DAAAAARLING! I know we have talked about this so let’s think about it - Austin comes home after long day and all he wants is to relax, so reader decides to help him shower and eventually showers with him and the rest is on you 😏🤭

SOAKED

Pairing: Austin Butler x Housewife!reader

Summary: Austin comes back tired from a day filled with meetings, you decide to help him blow some steam.

Warning: smut (blowjob), gender roles?????

Note: This one is for my baby. Like last week we were fantasizing about taking a shower with Austin and this came out. @butlervibesonly @annesart

You had recently married Austin, you were the happiest ever. You remembered the wedding as if it had been yesterday. It was a private affair, on a small courthouse with his closest friends and family.

The house you lived in was a bit far from the actual city, Austin was a very private person so he liked having his own space that the paparazzi didn’t know about. You didn’t have to drive anywhere either, you were a housewife.

You baked a cranberry pie, the kitchen smelled delicious, everything was coming together to perfection. As soon as it was done, you plated it down to let it cool down, when you heard the door open, the sound of his boots and him dropping the keys on the coffee table.

Austin groaned as he sat on the couch and threw his head back. “C’mere, babe.” He called you over. Wearing his usual black sweatshirt, black pants and brown boots.

Obediently you listened, you sat by his side and cuddled with him, what a great welcome.

“I missed you.” You said, hugging him tightly. He chuckled lowly, his hand drawing circles on your back. “I made you a pie. I know it’s your favorite.”

“A pie? My, how am I all lucky? Huh?” He purred, his voice deep as it had always been. You chuckled as he grabbed your face with his hand.

“Just for you. You know it.” You smiled as you looked up at him.

“But first, I have to shower. I stink.” Austin chuckled, he pecked your lips. To which you groaned, you didn’t want him away for not even a second.

You reluctantly let him go upstairs to shower, after a few minutes, you slowly crept upstairs and walked towards the bathroom. He never shut the door, Austin always said that he didn’t like the bathroom feeling like a sauna.

So you watched him undress, the way he took off his tshirt, his whole torso out for exposure. His hardened abs, his happy trail, all the miles he had around his stomach. It made you bite your lip, it made you feel dirty for all the thoughts that started running your mind. As a housewife, a part of you believed that a housewife shouldn’t be the one starting all of this, the intimacy, you were used to him initiating everything.

But you were caught, he turned his face around and let out a chuckle as you let out a gasp.

“You can come in. Come on.” He said, a bit embarrassed you came into the bathroom. “Anna shower with me? I know you do, doll.”

Your face heats up, but a smile crept into your face. “If you don’t mind it.” You said as you started unbuttoning your dress.

The shower was warm, perfect for you both. As you stepped in, you both got wet, you grabbed the soap and loofah, you knew he was tense, you could just feel it. But as soon as you scrubbed him, he let out some groans.

“Feels good?” It was more of a rhetorical question, a small smile on your face.

“What d’ya think?” He opened his eye, smiling at you.

You kept scrubbing him, but he didn’t really get that relaxed, at least not how you expected it. You knew he was in a lot of stress lately, with all the meetings with his agent and PR team. A part of you knew that he needed more intimacy to relax, and you were more than willing to do it.

You turned off the shower, he was immediately confused. He had only just washed his body.

“What are you doing?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. Your face was what gave away your intentions.

“Helping you relax.” You stood in front of him, slowly kissing his neck, wet kisses, sucking on his skin, he threw his head back, he started whimpering.

“I see what you mean…” Austin said, his voice low and seductive, his hand going to your hair as you slowly went down, kissing his chest tight to below his belly button.

It tingled him immediately, the desire taking over his body, your hands on both sides of his hips. You gave small pecks on his pelvis, before you pecked the base of his cock, he bit his lower lip, you hadn’t even started yet but he was already gripping your hair.

“Eager, are we?” You whispered, he shivered, humming in response.

You weren’t that much into giving blowjobs, it wasn’t your thing. But you tried to do it to him, he deserved it every once in a while.

“Don’t tease me, just do it.” Austin yanked your head back, a bit hard that it made you squirm. “Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You nodded as he stopped gripping so hard. You mentally thanked god, you didn’t want him pulling hair out your scalp.

You got back to work, your hand grabbed his hardened cock, held it close to your face, he was always very well-endowed.

You licked your lips, and then gave a long lick across his length. Austin let out a loud moan, the warmth of your mouth making him feel like he’s ready to cum. You took a deep breath before taking his cock all inside your mouth, of course it was big and you gagged, but the sound of his moans made it worth it.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, “Fuck, doll. You’re…” he moaned, his hand just guiding you, he was quite gentle actually. “Amazing.”

You gripped his hips, your nails digging in his flesh.

“C’mon, baby. Take it all… you can.” He whimpered, throwing his head back.

Tears filled your eyes, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your jaw ached but you were willing to push through it.

“So needy, hmm?” Austin muttered, trying to regain his composure.

You bobbed your head, trying your best not to puke, but the sound of saliva and spit filled the silent bathroom. Sounds so nasty it would send anyone into a coma. Your knees started to ache, you couldn’t wait til it was over, but again, you knew he wouldn’t rest afterwards.

He was reaching his climax, his moans more ragged than before, and louder. Thank God you didn’t have neighbors close enough.

“God! Fuck— doll… I’m gonna…” Austin moaned loudly, he started thrusting his hips, tears ran down your cheeks. “Doll…!” And you felt the hot seed filling the back of your throat. Not the tastiest flavor, but you pulled your head away, his cock leaving your mouth, he whined, he cock was hit with the cold atmosphere of the shower.

You swallowed, fought with yourself to not spit it out, you showed him your tongue after swallowing. He smiled.

“Good job.” Austin chuckled.

The shower was silent afterwards, you both finished cleaning off. And then you got out the shower. You put on the shirt he was supposed to wear, and the towel wrapped around your hair. Austin placed a towel around his waist. And you two did your usual routine. He started shaving his stubble, you sat down in the toilet seat, staring at him.

“You liking what you see?” Austin asked as he finished wiping his face.

“I like this view, it’s gorgeous.” You spoke, your jaw still a bit sore. But you were happy, he looked the times more relaxed.

“I think I should reward you. You deserve it…” Austin purred, his smirk growing.

“Really?” You chuckled as you stood up. His hands were on your waist.

“Hmm, lemme show you what I’m all about.” He leaned down to kiss you, chuckling in between kisses. He guided you towards the bedroom and laid you down in the bed.

He continued kissing you until he slowly got rid of his old tshirt you had on. Your body shivered thanks to the atmosphere of the bedroom. His kissing went down, your neck, your chest, your lower stomach.

If you pleased him, he’d please you back.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked…”

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HES SO FINE HELP

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On January 12, 2023 Lisa Marie, the only daughter of Elvis Presley, sadly passed away…

Dear Lisa, we still miss you and will miss you 🤍🕊️

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“I do not care. You’re already mine forever, darling. And I’ll make sure everyone knows.” THIS AND THE WAY AUSTIN WANTS HIS MOTHER TO RESPECT Y/N AS A QUEEN!!!??? GIRL I TRULY ARE THE QUEEN OF THIS!!!!

Hello dear, Happy New Year 💖💖💖

If its possible, can make the theme of the new story this time which is that Austin is a medieval prince with a Feyd Rautha personality type who falls in love with a black-haired girl who is the daughter of one of the palace servants and his interest in that girl begins to grow, and becomes his favorite but his mother, the queen, is completely against this and hates that girl.

DISEASE

Pairing: Prince!Austin x Servant!reader

Summary: Austin is the youngest prince, a thirf-son, spoiled, erratic, dramatic and somewhat arrogant. Spoiled by his overbearing mother. But as he grows old, he finds himself infatuated by you — a lowborn.

Warning: royals, classism, murder (poison), description is sex.

Note: Happy late New Years to you too! Sorry I took so long, I went back to work. Another thing, I’m not that good on writing Feyd for some reason but I tried my best.

All your life you were raised as a servant. Everyday was the same, you woke up, got dressed, broke your fast and then you started serving the crown. You had grown up at court, you knew everything that went through these walls.

And you absolutely knew the young Prince, everyone knew him. You served him from time to time, but he had his esquires. He had the blood from his father, that’s for sure. A womanizer by heritage, incompetent blood through and through. He was prideful, blood-thirsty, charismatic, not everyone’s taste, but, it was enjoyable being around him if you were on his good side.

The prince took quite an interest in you the time he saw you helping the Queen break her fast. He had never seen anyone quite like you. Suddenly he loathed the fact that he was only allowed to have male squires and servants on his chamber. If he had the chance to get you to bathe him, he would take you right there upon the cold walls.

And you didn’t fall behind, all you ever wanted was a taste of the Prince. You always saw him throw enormous and ridiculous feasts for the most unimportant things. You had to cope with the fact that common whores sat on his lap, not you. After all, you were just a servant.

But one day, you were requested at his chambers, as you entered, there he sat on the tub, squires and medics by his side. The Prince was always medicated, his mother thought he had to be half dazed on whatever mix the medics could come up with.

“Ah, there. Finally.” The prince stared at you, his torso wet, holding a goblet. He waved his empty hand making everyone but you leave. “You’re here to wash me. Do it.” He spoke not coldly but nonchalantly. Clearly he was a bit drunk, on wine and medicine.

“Yes, my prince.” You knelt by the tub, grabbing a rag that you drenched in the water and began scrubbing his arms. He leaned his head back, humming because of the pleasure it gave him.

“You have a far kinder touch than any of those idiots.” He groaned, his voice deep and dare you say— seductive.

Oh, this is where your mother’s words came in: ‘If you cannot defeat the powering, try to join them.’ If you became the Prince’s lover, you’d have far more privileges.

“My prince. I must say, i rejoice in having the privilege of doing this.” You spoke carefully, he opened one of his eyes, a smirk on his lips.

“Of course.” He took another sip from the goblet before chuckling.

You kept scrubbing and your fingers gently traced over his strong arms a few times. It aroused him, he tried to hold back.

You were good, no, you were great. You were able to get him to be fazed by you. And the Prince, he tried to keep you hanging around his bedchamber, in fact, you were even allowed to watch him as he practiced with swords.

You saw him snap, curse and hit his knight who helped him practice. There was one time you saw him almost slice a knight in half. To then being held by a medic and being forced to drink something out a goblet. How come you never noticed this?

The prince grew fond of you, and you grew fond of him. Cleaning his wounds, having to deal with his drunken nights, nights where he would be too honest.

“And my mother, she might love me but she thinks I’m a cunt.” The prince blabbered as you refilled his goblet of wine. “All she sees is my fucking brother. Crown Prince this, Crown Prince that.”

You listened, he was completely lost. A prince whose only dream was his dear mother loving him as much as she loved the heir.

“I just like pissing off my mother. The way she gets mad. I cannot wait until she rots.” The prince chuckled and you chuckled too. “Tomorrow, after breaking our fast, you shall sit with me at the tourney.”

You blinked a couple of times, well colored you stoked. “I shall seek to it.”

“You will enjoy the violence as much as me.”

The plan was to make the Queen mad, what other way to do it if not by dressing up a servant in expensive silks to compete for the favor of ‘The Queen of love and beauty’?

As the tourney took place, you sat by the Prince, wearing a gown that fit quite nice on your body, you seemed to quite fit in if it wasn’t for the Queen’s gazing daggers in your direction.

The prince laughed and ate by your side, he cheered and rejoiced every time a knight fell off his horse, every time someone died. And for some odd reason, you found yourself enjoying the violence as much as he did. Seeing everyone from up there, above everyone else, it made you forget that you weren’t a noble, that you belonged down there with everyone else.

The Crown Prince would compete, he asked for the Queen’s favor, and of course, he won the match. This sprung jealousy in Prince Austin. Whose gaze darkened and a minute later, he disappeared. Next thing you knew, he was up against his older brother.

“I shall have your favor.” The prince stood by the balcony. You only smiled and stood up, the ring like favor going down the lance. The Queen stared right at you, oh, he loathed you already.

“Good fortune, my Prince.” You smiled at him, leaning on the balcony’s edge. “I want to see blood.”

As the match took place, the Prince’s nature took over him, he knocked his brother out his horse immediately, not only that, but the Crown Prince broke an arm and a leg. Prince Austin rejoiced as he won, taking the small Queen’s favor from his brother’s lance and went directly to the balcony.

And he crowned you, the ‘Queen of love and beauty’. For years his mother, was always coronated by the Crown Prince. Austin was basically humiliating the Queen. And he took pride in it. His bloodied hands taking your face and leaning in to kiss you.

“My betrothed!” He exclaimed for everyone to hear, he was a third son, not even a spare. His hand was not so important after all.

The Queen could only handle so much, ahe could care less if he fucked you like a hound, if you spent more days and night on his bed than as a servant. But publicly humiliating his house, that she could not have.

As soon as the tourney finished, and after the Prince took you rightfully so in his bed to celebrate. The Queen barged into the chamber, her face showing the distaste of seeing you in bed with her son.

“You plan on to marry this lowborn whore?” The Queen asked.

“Indeed, mother, why?” The prince smirked, he stood up, talking one of the white sheets to cover himself.

“Think of the same on your father. On me!” The older woman, although terrifying, showed a bit of insecurity behind her eyes.

“It’s just harmless fun, is it not? And why care now of what I do with my hand? After all, in my whole life I have never been betrothed or let alone— cared for.”

The Queen paced around, her incompetent son got on her nerves more than she would like. She knew the cold truth, her son on the hands of a woman like you— it could be dangerous.

“Why don’t you go to wash yourself, we’ll continue this afterwards.” The prince told you, to which you didn’t mind. You left.

“You and your wench will dig your claws on the throne and will rip apart your older brother to get on top. I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen!” The Queen raged, pointing her finger at her youngest son. Who only laughed on her face.

“Mother. This is all a game, and Andrew cannot hide under your skirts forever. He either plays or dies.” Prince Austin spoke with a smirk.

He was more than willing to play this game, and win it.

Prince Austin was sexually vulnerable, you could use him up all you wanted, make him squirm in pain and he would yearn for more. He yearned affection too. He was easy to win over with sweet words, gentle kisses and caressing.

As his new lady wife, you were expected to bear heirs for him. But you had other plans. You were now a princess, why not have more? He wanted more too, yet deep down he was too much of a coward to act on in. So you had to put in a lot of work.

“Listen to me, my love. You are the King’s true born son. You have more right than any of your kins. More than that brood of cunts.” You spoke quietly to him, as you kissed his neck with delicacy. He could only groan softly. Throwing his head back.

“My love, before this, all of you. I felt like a God without its prayers. I used to reach out my hand and no one would come to me.” He had come to adore you, he was addicted to you. Only you were able to calm him down.

You were his every night antidote, unlike everyone else, you seemed to not mind him being poisoned, from inside out.

In fact, you bedding him was his favorite thing. How you slowly straddled his lap, how you rocked your hips, how your face contorted in ways that he could only call godly, the way your moans filled the room. He would more than often hold your waist as you rode him, he would make the effort to move too. But his eyes, rolled back on ecstasy, his cock filling you up, sometimes he could not hold back the thought of giving you babes.

“We’ll have a brood of children. Boys or girls…” he kept thrusting, his hand on your waist. “I do not care. You’re already mine forever, darling. And I’ll make sure everyone knows.”

You could only moan, moving your hips in different motions, probably his sworn guard was listening to everything.

“You’ll sit by my side, you’ll have your own throne.” He said as you kissed his neck, biting him a few times, the pain making him moan.

“What is it that you want, my love?” You asked him, kissing him deeply and then pulling apart, your hands cupping his face. “Tell me what you desire, whatever you wish. I can do it for you, we will do it together.”

“I will have my throne, and the heads of my father and brothers.” He whispered.

“I see it now. Victory.”

The prince was willing to be a Kingslayer and Kinslayer for the sake of satisfying his horrid disease, that taste for having whatever he wanted and making his mother go mad.

Poison, it is a woman’s weapon. It was easy to do so. You could still recall, each one of them, the King, and two older Princes, they each of them getting sicker and sicker and then, one by one, they died in their sleep. How tragic. No one placed the Queen as Regent. The Throne now would go to none other than your Lord Husband.

The coronation, it was glorious, you stood besides the Queen, her face pale, wearing a black gown. You outshined her, you had already expected it. That woman deserved it, she had mistreated you and your mother for the longest time under her thumb when you used to serve her. Now, you would be Queen.

Austin walked towards you, you felt proud, wearing your best gown and your hair on an intricate hairstyle, you could only smile. Seeing the crowns be placed upon your heads, the smirks never left your faces. And a feast was thrown in celebration afterwards.

“Did you not want your son to be King?” Your husband asked his mother, with a mocking voice and smile.

“What mother wouldn’t?” The now Queen dowager spoke quietly, for the first time in decades, she had lost. She lost.

To put more salt on the wound, you reached the Queen and poured wine on her goblet, like the old times. You kissed her cheek.

“Mother!” You called her now, you were Queen, above than her. “Forgive me, I’m new to this and get so confused, I’m a lowborn, remember?” You feigned confusion, shaking your head slightly. “What’s the proper term to address you? Queen Mother or Dowager Queen?”

You smiled at her, to which, the Queen grabbed his goblet and poured it all on you. Or course, your husband wasn’t kind to any disrespect to you. He grabbed his mother by the hair and tugged it.

“Let me go! I am your Queen—“ Austin interrupted his mother, if she could be called that. A woman that always ignored him and never fought or cared for him.

“Y/n is the Queen. You are not, because you are no longer married to the King. Do you understand?” The way your husband spoke was scary, his gaze dark as well as his intentions. “She is not your servant, not your Lady, not anything but your Majesty. You will respect her, of I will have your tongue.”

You could only smile, although everyone stared, the music had stopped. But no one dared to interfere. The Queen stood up and with tears in her eyes, she kissed your cheek.

“Your Majesty, you are an example to us all.” She hugged you, you held her tight.

“You have such a way with words, Mother. I do wonder if you’ll be as clever when I have your tongue ripped out by your son.” You said, feigning a kind smile and tone.

“And don’t let anyone forget. Anyone’s tongue who dares to question the power my Queen, shall have it removed. Long live the Queen!” Your husband said, raising his goblet.

History, history would probably remember you as a Kingmaker and Kingslayer. You had gone from a lowborn to Queen, you had crowned your Husband. You had taken him to the top. And no one could do anything about it. No one.

And if they dated, they would have to deal with the King. After all, anyone who died because they dared to go against you, was just some disgusting blood, shed to feed the crows.

[butlervibesonly]

𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷 PART 2|| 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 || Austin! Elvis story

PART ONE OF THIS PART → PART THREE coming soon...

• Summary: Evils shows Y/n Graceland as she spends the day here with him. Eventually, she also joins the Presley family for lunch, revealing the sad truth of her parents.

• Pairing: Austin! Elvis x female reader

• Warnings: flirting, making out, kissing, probably typos

• 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! 🫶🏼

• Note: Yall I apologize if its clingy or something, I try my best really 😭 AND MAKING OUT SCENES ARE NOT MY CUP OF TEA THIS JS ACTUALLY FIRST TIME EVER I WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS 🫨

Graceland is huge. You would get lost if it wasn’t of Elvis who shows you everything. Every little thing looks so luxurious and so rich. More like a house it feels like Elvis’ kingdom he’s living in.

“There, doll, is my bedroom,” he stops in front of big door. “I don’t usually let anyone in but I need ya go there.” There is a playful chuckle on Elvis’ face. You smile at him, knowing how lucky you are. “Well, that sounds really like honor.”

Both of you enter the bedroom which is covered in dark shades. Your eyes land on his massive bed and door to his own bathroom. “Wow,” you breathe out, your eyes exploring the room. Elvis stands next to you and you feel the warmth of his body on your own. “This is really - something.”

Elvis glances at you, smirking. “Mama’s makin’ lunch for us. Wanna sit before it’s done?” he gestures at the couch. You nod, sitting down. “Elvis… What did I do to… Y’know… Get this lucky?” you ask as he sits down beside you.

“Ya think it’s luck?” Elvis replies, with the cockiness in his eyes. “Y/n, I invited ya to get to know ya better, it wouldn’t be fair if I let you go hungry…” he, slowly and gently takes your hand into his.

You smile to his kindness and look around again. There is a guitar resting in the corner, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. You look into your lap, fingers nervously tracing the pattern of your dress. Elvis sits next to you, hand supporting his head as he rests his elbow on the backrest. His eyes check you - it feels like he is eyeing every detail of yours.

“So, ya have always been good at school?” he asks, glancing at you with a curious smile. You nod and turn your face to look him in the eyes. “I kinda have to. My papa’s always been very... strict about it.”

Elvis tilts his head. “How strict?”

“Strict like... ‘Education is important, no distractions, no boys!’ kind of strict…” you answer, lips curling into a small smile when you realize how naive it sounds. “Guess I’m breaking his plans, huh?”

“Mhm… pretty much,” you laugh softly, but your gaze instantly shifts to the floor. “He just wants the best for me, I guess.” Elvis studies you for a moment, his expression softening. “And what do ya want?”

You hesitate for a while. “I mean, I want to make him proud, of course. But... sometimes I feel like there’s more out there, you know?”

“Then why don’t ya… do what ya want?” Your cheeks flushes, and glance at him shyly. “I would love to, really. But I’m afraid,” you start, your voice trembling. “I’m afraid that if I didn’t do what he wants, I might never get the bright future he promises me.”

Elvis shakes his head, his eyebrows raising. “Hmm…” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t treat ya like this, doll. If you were mine, ya would have everything.” At this your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?” you ask confused

“If you were mine,” he says his voice dipping deep enough to make your heart race even more than before , “ya would have everything ya ever wanted. Freedom, adventure... Ya wouldn’t have to live by anyones control, Satnin.”

‘Satnin’ replays in your head. He calls you either Doll or Satnin…

“I’ve never met someone like ya before. You don’t want anything from me. You’re not... trying to be someone you’re not.” he leans closer his finger removing some hair from your face.

Your chest tightens at his touch, and warmth spreads through you at his words. “Well, maybe that’s because I don’t really know who I’m supposed to be, yet.”

“Maybe that’s what makes ya so special,” he says quietly, barely above a whisper. What Elvis actually does is that he leans even closer, stopping a short distance away from your face to give you a moment to pull away if what he's planning isn't something you want to do as well.

But you don’t pull away. You and him did this before, after all… Elvis presses his lips against yours softly. His full lips feels so gentle on yours. It's almost as it was for the first time but there is one difference - it's more intense now. His lips are more warm and they part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. His hand travels on your hip, while the other hand cups your cheek carefully.

He quickly pulls away, his both hands now on your hips so that he can carry you all the way onto his lap. You sit astride in his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses you again more greedy.

“Elvis-” you breathe out against his lips. However, he doesn't let you speak and before you can say anything, his lips are on yours again, biting your lower lip. His big hands roam your body gently, sliding from your curves all the way to your back so that he can pull you closer to his chest. Closing the gap between each other, you tangle your fingers into Elvis' dark hair.

You feel like a swarm of butterflies is flying in your stomach from the tingling you noticed earlier. Elvis girns into the kiss, knowing damn well how he makes you feel. “Elvis, I-“

“Doll,” he trails his kisses on your neck. “You feel like everything to me, angel.” he sighs, and you feel his breath on your skin.

“Bewbie! Lunch is ready!” As much as you would love to continue this, you both pull away from each other. Elvis presses his forehead against yours, rubbing both of your hips. “Guess ya will have to come more often…” You smile at his statement.

Both of you eventually gets downstairs where the dining room is just across the living by the stairs. The dining room looks as luxurious as the rest of the house. The table is set with plates and a food along with glasses. You almost gasp at the look of it - Gladys did this all because of you.

You sit in your chair, hands in your lap, trying not to fidget with them hem of your skirt under the gaze of Evlis’ mother. Gladys is a petite woman with soft, dark curls her eyes looking serious but actually she is very kind.

“Now, don’t you be shy, sweetie,” Gladys says motioning toward the plate of fried chicken. “Go on and help yourself. I made plenty, hope you’re gonna like it.”

“Thank you a lot.” you nod, your voice soft as you reach for a piece. Across the table, Elvis gives you an encouraging smile. “Mamas chicken’s famous around here,” he smirks. “Ya are in for a treat.”

“Stop it, now, El,” Gladys says with a laugh, swatting at Elvis playfully. “Don’t let him fool you, darlin’.” Gladys leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with curiosity and questions. “So, Y/n, tell us a little more about yourself. You’re a student, aren’t ya?” You nod, taking a look at Gladys and Elvis. “Yes, I am. I’m finishing up university this year.”

“And what’re your plans after that?” Vernon joins in, his voice carrying a note of authority, just like Elvis’. “Well,” you begin, your voice trembling slightly. “My parents wants me to have the best future possible. So that I’m successful and surrounded with the best only. They’re... really serious about education.”

Gladys tilts her head up, her expression softening. “That’s good of ’em, but you don’t sound too sure about it, darlin’.” You hesitate for a second again, knowing Elvis asked you familiar question earlier. You glance at him briefly before lowering your sight to the plate in front of you. “I’m not quite sure yet… They’re real strict, y’know. Always have been. I think they just want what’s best for them and not for me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, but that sounds like they are fools,” Vernon says. “They kinda are…” you admit, your voice quieter. “They’ve got all these rules, especially my father. No boys until I graduate, no distractions, just school. Only school. Sometimes I even feel like... like I don’t have a chance to figure out what I really want.”

Gladys’ brow furrows and she eventually reaches across the table to pat your hand. “Bless your heart, honey. It must be hard to be in your position. But y’know, you can always reach out to us and we’ll help ya. You’ll figure it all out, I’m sure of it.”

“Thank you so much.” you say, your cheeks blushing at Gladys’ kindness. As much as you love your mama for raising you up and giving you all what you need, she would never step in like Gladys does.

“Well,” she adds, leaning back in her chair with a smile, “I can see why our boy’s so smitten with you.” Your eyes widen, and you glance at him. He grins, leaning forward to prop his chin on his hand. Even tho what just happened between the two of you, you couldn’t stop getting more surprised.

“Mama,” Elvis steps in, his tone teasing, “don’t say this, ya scarin’ her off.” Gladys laughs, waving him off. “Oh, shush, Bewbie. I’m just sayin’ she’s a sweet girl! You could stand to keep some better company, what with all them girls chasin’ after you.”

Vernon chuckles, nodding. “Your mama ain’t wrong about that.” You can’t help but laugh, your nerves easing just a little as the conversation continues with some fun stories, and all the jokes. You feel so welcomed here, almost as if you belong there.

As all of you start to clear the table, Gladys pulls you aside. “Y/n, sweetie,” she says softly, her hand holding yours, “I know it ain’t always easy standin’ up for whatcha want, but don’t let nobody decide your life for ya, y’understand?” You nod, the words settling deep in your heart. “I’ll try, I promise, and... Thank you Mrs. Presley- I mean. Gladys,” you remember she asked you to call her by the first name.

“Y’all welcomed me with open arms and… I never felt better. Not even at my own house. And I mean, I know Elvis just for few weeks but this all means a lot!”

“Oh, darlin’, I can see ya two are just gettin’ to know each other,” Gladys points with her eyes at your neck. You rub your neck confusedly, turning to see a reflection of yourself in one of the mirrors that are almost everywhere in the house. You see a slight hickey on your neck, and you gasp.

“Oh, dang it!” your hands flying over your mouth. “My father will loose his mind!” you turn back at Gladys, panicking. Her hands travel to your shoulders as she clearly wants to calm you down. “No, no, we can fix this,” she gestures you to stay here and walks somewhere.

As Gladys returns to you, she carries a bottle of makeup in her hand. “We’ll cover this up with makeup, sweetie,” she helps you cover the hickey Elvis left there. You never felt more embarrassed but clearly Gladys doesn’t really mind at all. “Keep this,” she gives you the bottle. “I have plenty of those,”

You smile at her gladly and Elvis appears in the door. “Ready for some music?” he smiles. The two of you together enjoy his music as he plays the piano or his guitar, and you enjoy so much fun.

As time comes for you to go back home, Elvis gives you ride back home. You wish you didn’t have to return home actually, because you felt so free and so independent. As Elvis stops in front of your house, he reaches for your hand, hidden enough so that your parents wouldn’t see in a case they would be looking.

He notices the pout on your face and he leans in loser. “Don’t be sad, doll,” his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I will write ya and call ya if that will be possible.”

You smile a little, knowing you mean something to him. “Thanks, Elvis. For today and for… for everything.” you breathe out, looking over at your house. You see that the kitchen window is opened, definitely so that your parents can hear you arrive. “Your mama is such a sweet woman and your dad… I wish I had parents like you. Because you have freedom.”

Elvis furrows his eyebrows, squeezing your hand tighter. "Graceland is always open to you, Satnin,” he says. You breathe a sigh of relief and see your father looking out the window. "Now go, honey, or I'll never let ya see me or be with me again." You let go of Elvis' hand and get out of the car.

You turn at the door to wave and mouth, "Bye, Elvis." He nods in farewell, his eyes gleaming. As you enter the house, your father is waiting in the hallway. Your hands are clenched into fists, waiting for him to ask or worse - notice something. You covered your hickey with Gladys's makeup before leaving Graceland, but you're still overcome with fear.

"How were ya?" he asks, his eyes scanning you. With a deep breath, you searched your mind for an answer as the memories from today started to come back to you. "Amazing, papa, everyone was nice to me," you replied, heading to your room. "But I'm tired now. Good night."

As soon as you get into your room, you shut the door behind you and fall down on your bed. You can’t stop thinking about Elvis; about the things you two have done, and how you felt that you are his girl. You know one thing for sure - you love that man with your whole heart.

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HI GIRL! Omg I love all of your fics and I would love you to write something about Austin arriving from filming, and reader welcomes him at the airport after being separated for so long. She eventually makes some kind welcoming party or smth! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! 💗

𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 | Austin Butler

• NOTE: Hi and thank u! 🫶🏼 What a wonderful idea and I had so much fun writing this! Also for the rest of y’all; my requests are open and I welcome every idea!

• PAIRING: Austin Butler x female reader

• WARNINGS: like a lot of fluff, and slight flirting in the end

You are at the arrival terminal, watching people pass by. Austin is arriving today after being away for two months, filming. It’s almost impossible for you to say how much you missed him, how much those two months felt lonely without him.

You take a look at the board to see the planes arrivals as you finally see that Austin’s plane has landed. You feel the excitement tingling through your body, can’t wait to hug him tightly again. Standing up from the seat you walk closer for him to notice you.

When people start to walk out with suitcases and bags your heart starts to beat a little faster, knowing you’re about to see Austin soon. You check every single person just to make sure you don’t miss him walking by. And how could you miss your boyfriend passing by?

Your eyes land on him - he’s wearing sweatpants and hoodie. He always wears something comfortable when traveling. When Austin’s eyes find you, his face immediately switches to the biggest smile you have seen. His eyes lights up, sparkling with excitement.

You can't take it anymore and you run towards him. As soon as you’re near you jump into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist, not caring about who's looking at you or who recognizes Austin and you, or not. “Oh baby, I missed you so much.”

Austin breathes out, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hide your face into the crook of his neck and smell in his cologne. Oh, how you missed that. “I missed you too a lot!” Your fingers caress through his hair, kissing his lips.

“Baby, you had absolutely no idea - I was like tortured being without you.” Austin says, cupping your cheeks as you stand down again. “You tell me that, the house was so empty without you and I felt like the loneliest person alive.” You make Austin smile and he hugs you again.

“Don’t worry, I will not leave you again, not for a long time,” Austin presses a kiss on your lips, so softly and gently. It feels like a heaven to feel his lips kissing you again. He takes your hand in his, grabbing his suitcase. “How was your flight?” you ask, walking towards the entrance of the airport.

“Exhausting! I felt like the time wasn’t even moving as much as I counted every minute until this moment.” he explains, holding your hand more tightly. “Let’s go home now, shall we?”

“Definitely.” you smile at him as you guys walk to the parking lot, where Austin’s car is. He left his car keys to you, so that you can travel while he was gone, and as much as you love driving, you enjoy being his passenger princess.

You give him the keys, and Austin opens the car door for you. “Ma’am,” he gestures and you nod gladly. It’s such a wonderful feeling to have him back. You are used to Austin being away, but two months has been really challenging for both of you. You normally travel to the filmings with Austin but due to your busy schedule you decided to stay at home and wait for him to come back.

“I have a little surprised for you at home.” you say as he starts the engine. “Oh do you?” he smirks. “And what is that little surprise, honey?”

“I won’t tell you! If I do, it wouldn’t be a surprise no more..” you say jokingly, and watch Austin steering the wheel. His hands look so good being all muscular. You missed him way too much. Even tho the both of you FaceTimed each other almost every night, the feeling of going sleep with an empty side beside you was the worst.

“Y’know I missed you that much I was falling asleep hugging your pillow? It smells like you and I couldn’t help.” you say all of sudden and Austin glances at you. A smile appears on his lips. “Sounds like something you would do, honey.”

“But that’s not all. I might or might not stole one of your shirt to sleep in…” you admit shyly. If you love something it’s definitely sleeping in his clothes. You love it since day one actually - when you slept at Austin’s place for the first time before the two of you bought your own house, you forgot your pajamas and he offered you one of his shirts.

“Well, I hope it was not my favorite white one?” Austin raises an eyebrow, his sight on the road again. You chuckle “Umm… Would you be mad if I’ll say yes?”

Austin laughs, his hand landing on your tight. “Of course no! How could I be mad at you?” At that you just smile. As the two of you drive home, enjoying the embrace of each other even in silence.

As Austin pulls up to your home, you bit your lip, trying to contain your excitement. He steps out of the car, opens the door for you again and takes out his suitcase. “Close your eyes, baby,” you say, taking Austin’s hand and he follows you up the path. You unlock the door, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before gently pushing it open.

You slowly lead him to the living room that is joined with kitchen and he opens his eyes. As soon as he notices the balloons, his eyes sparkle with gratitude. “Welcome home, love,” you say softly,

His face lits up, a slow smile spreading as he turns to you, eyes filled with almost tears. “You did all this… for me?”

You nod, your cheeks flushing. “I wanted to make tonight special. You’ve been away for so long, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

Austin sets his suitcase down and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You didn’t have to… This is perfect. More than perfect, Y/n. Thank you.”

“Wait, there’s more, actually,” you warn him, grinning as you pull away and lead him towards the dining table. “I actually made you your favorite meal, bought some wine…”

Austin laughs lightly, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Well, you deserve it,” you say, your voice soft. “I know how hard you’ve been working, and I wanted to remind you how much I love you.”

Austin sits down, and you pour the wine to his and your glass. As you prepare the food, Austin follows you with his eyes, his heart melting from the fact he’s finally back home. And home is where you are with him.

“There you go,” you pass him the plate and he looks almost mesmerized. “You know a way to man’s heart, baby.” Austin chuckles and you both start eating.

The night passes in a mix of laughter, food that you made, and quiet, stolen moments. You talked for hours, talking about Austin’s filming, the weight of the distance that separated you melting away with each passing second.

“This is exactly where I want to be,”Austin whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Home. With you.” he takes your hand in his. “But I would still like to enjoy some things I missed so much while being away.”

“And what is that, honey?” you ask, smirking. Austin smiles with the biggest grin. “I want to enjoy you,” he smirks and you know where he is leading to. “I missed you way too much, sweetheart, and now that I have you all for myself, I will not leave it just like that.”

[butlervibesonly]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟗𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 🤍🪽

Guys, I know this is blog about Austin, but I wanted to take a moment to say few words about Elvis as today marks his 90th birthday. 🤍 I started being Elvis’ big fan thanks to Austin’s incredible performance of him. And of course I knew him before but never ever I would have thought he would have such an big influence on me.

Everyone had to hear his name at least once, whether they know him or not. I myself always knew there was someone like Elvis, but to realize how big a personality he was and still is, was when I noticed that you don’t need to hear his whole name. Whether it was just Elvis or just Presley, I always knew who he was. And that’s how big an influence he had - and still has.

Known as the “King of Rock 'n' Roll,” or just “King” Elvis wasn't just a singer or actor; he was a phenomenon. An icon whose influence transcended music, culture, and generations. With a voice that could and can melt hearts, a charisma that electrified audiences, and a style that broke barriers, Elvis remains a towering figure in popular culture, inspiration, and a symbol of passion and individuality.

Beyond his artistry, Elvis's generosity and humanity further solidify his legendary status. He was known for his kindness, frequently giving to charity as you probably know, supporting his community, and reaching out to fans in deeply personal ways. This genuine warmth endears him to new generations who see beyond the glittering costumes and recognize the heart of a man who loved deeply and gave freely.

Decades after his passing on August 16, 1977, Elvis remains more than a memory. Graceland, his beloved Memphis home, stands as a legendary place for millions of fans there to admire. His enduring legacy is celebrated annually with events like Elvis Week, where fans from around the globe come together to honor his life and music. Modern artists praise him as an influence, his songs are covered and reimagined, and his story continues to inspire millions of books,movies, and documentaries.

I am young, and I did not have the opportunity to experience his presence. And although the modern era is based on completely different music, which from my point of view can often not even be called music, I am proud to listen to the King of Rock'n'roll and I do not regret knowing who Elvis was and still is in my heart.

Elvis Presley is not just a figure of the past, the icon of the 50s, 60s and 70s; he is an eternal presence. His music is a soundtrack for life's moments, his image a reminder of the power of individuality, and his legacy proof that true icons never fade. He broke barriers, shaped culture, and touched hearts, and for that, he deserves all the praise we can give. As long as there are dreamers, lovers of music, and believers in the extraordinary, Elvis Presley will always remain our King, forever reigning in the hearts of those who cherish him.

Elvis, I wish you happy heavenly birthday. You are missed, but in our hearts you live forever. ❤️‍🩹

[butlervibesonly]

CAN I JOIN PLEASE 💅🏻💃🏼

BABY BOY IS FINALLY FREE 🍷 🎉

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