#austin butler soulmates

[austinswhitewolf]

Hello all! I have quite a few in the works and am always looking for ideas. If you have any requests, send them my way!

Master List:

One Shots:

You Belong With Me

Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset

Little Red Rodeo

Watching You

Double Trouble

Fire Cracker

Welcome Home

Multichapter Stories:

Austin Butler:

In Progress -

Blue Eyes Baby: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4 , Ch 5 , Ch 6 , Ch 7 , Ch 8 , Ch 9 , Ch 10 , Ch 11 , Ch 12 , Ch 13 , Ch 14 , Ch 15 , Ch 16 , Ch 17

Karaoke Chance: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4

Completed -

Drunk Girl: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3

Wil Ohmsford:

In Progress -

One of the Last Morrigan: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4 , Ch 5 , Ch 6 , Ch 7 , Ch 8 , Ch 9 , Ch 10 , Ch 11 , Ch 12 , Ch 13 , Ch 14

Completed -

Finding One of Your Own: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N; Couldn't wait, I had to post it lol. I hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!! (Reader has a lover and Feyd's going to find out lol 😉😉😉) Don't forget to leave a comment.

Warnings; None. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha, enemies to lovers! reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.417K

Chapter 3

Chapter Two ‘’Forcibles’’

The boy with pure eyes had grown into a tall muscular man with menace in his orbits. ‘’May I?’’ he asked not leaving his gaze from Pyramus, it wasn’t a request, it was an order and Pyramus who was coming from a small house couldn’t say no. Without a word he let go of Y/N, she felt empty. She was about to object, maybe excuse herself to rest but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen acted quickly, like a snake he placed his hand on the small of her back and held her hand, she had no choice but to place her hand on his tense shoulder. His eyes so blue, ‘’How long has it been?’’ he asked, his boy voice was gone and classical Harkonnen tone made its home. Manly. ‘’I truly don’t remember.’’ She replied with a flat tone, couldn’t do anything but let him lead the dance. It had been only a minute and Y/N had every information she needed;

Predator

Dominant

Show off

His grip was strong, maybe he was sending a clear message to other houses. Y/N didn’t want to care but her Bene Gesserit training made it impossible not to care. ‘’You wound me.’’ He mocked. He was much taller than Pyramus. She had to look up to meet his icy blue gaze. Y/N noticed the looks they got, a Harkonnen is dancing with an Atreides…. Outrageous.

‘’I see you become a witch like your mother.’’ His tongue was a whip, was he trying to get a reaction out of her?

‘’I’ve heard you become a beast.’’ She was quick to answer, she felt the grip on her back tightened. Did she stroke a nerve? Good.

‘’If we were in Giedi Prime I would have your tongue.’’ He was amused and it made her more angry, ‘’Proves my point.’’

She noticed Irulan and Paul’s questioning look, they seemed shocked and concerned for Y/N. She gave them a small smile.

She felt like a black cobra snake swallowing her whole, Feyd-Rautha made sure to press her close to him, he wasn’t gentle like Pyramus, she looked but couldn’t see him, ‘’Looking for someone?’’ he sounded annoyed, Y/N heard how his mood changes quickly and she didn’t have time for an ugly scene. ‘’My friends. I assume you’re not familiar with the concept.’’ She thought maybe detesting Harkonnens were genetic. Feyd laughed hard which attracted stares around them, they were mostly concerned for Y/N Atreides. Up close, for a split second she saw that innocent boy but he disappeared.

The music ended and she excused herself, before she left Na-Baron grabbed her wrist, she turned in shock, what was he doing? He leaned and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, the kiss felt so soft she couldn’t believe it was coming from Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. She bowed in courtesy and got away from his grip, she could feel his icy blue orbits on her back, stabbing her.

Irulan came to chat with her, ‘’What was that about?’’ Irulan didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention but she wasn’t the only one who witnessed that. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Y/N asked drinking her champagne, cold liquid made her more relaxed, ‘’Feyd-Rautha ate you with his eyes.’’ Irulan signed with her hands, didn’t want pointy ears to hear. ‘’He is an intense man. That’s all.’’ She signed back.

The night was too long for Y/N’s liking. Since she was a lady she had to stand by her family and talk to other houses about spice, politics, etc. She needed some air.

Y/N chose a balcony at the back, front ones were occupied, she inhaled deeply, her hands on the stone railings, ‘’Here you are.’’ Pyramus’s soft voice made her calm. They hugged, he immediately tried to kiss her but Y/N had to be careful, she moved her head and Pyramus’s thin lips landed on her cheek. He huffed in annoyance, ‘’How long we have to hide in the shadows?’’ he loved to whine. ‘’Soon I shall tell my family.’’ Y/N kept mustering up her courage and loosing it the last minute. It wasn’t going to be easy. Pyramus held her hands, ‘’Be mine, they can’t say anything then.’’

‘’I’m already yours.’’ She was confused,

‘’Be mine… fully.’’ His dark eyes looking for answers. ‘’Oh,’’ Y/N understood. ‘’I don’t know. We should head back.’’ She changed the topic. Before she could leave Pyramus didn’t let go of her hands, ‘’Think about it, please.’’

Y/N Atreides could hear the whispers; ‘’Did you see?’’

‘’Poor girl.’’

‘’They seemed a perfect match, how odd.’’

‘’Na-Baron seems interested…’’

She only held her head high, pretended like she was deaf. Long night came to an end, she felt so tired running from unwanted company, the Harkonnen boy. Her father had to talk to them, Y/N managed to ignore them.

Tossing and turning in her bed with questions in her busy mind she bolted to her feet. The palace was quiet, guests were fast asleep. Y/N wanted to talk to someone, someone who would understand.. she wore her white satin robe and left her bed chamber. Her family were staying at the guest wing, she knew Paul would be awake. Her footsteps echoed in the empty halls, glowglobes were on the walls, giving a dim light to the corridors, her Bene Gesserit training made her stop, someone was following her, she calmed her mind.

‘’Why so hasty?’’ a rough voice echoed behind her back. She turned to face the owner of the voice. Feyd-Rautha.

‘’I could ask you the same thing, my Na-Baron.’’ Her heart beat got faster as he approached hands in his back. His manner was predatory, observing his prey. His tunic was thin and loose, ‘’Why are you wandering so late at night, little dove?’’ pet name made her blood rise but she had to keep her calm. ‘’I don’t see why it is-‘’ he was circling her now, ‘’your business.’’ Feyd came to stop in front of her which made her look up to meet his eyes. He liked having the height advantage, he could sense her fear, so delicious. ‘’Witches and their secrets…’’ he leaned and whispered to her face, his breath hot. Y/N wanted to run away and hide from him but something in her told her that no matter what he would find her.

‘’I’m good at revealing secrets.’’ His left hand rose, his forefinger tracing her arm covered in satin, both of them felt the electricity. His eyes travelled on her chest and find their place on her eyes again. ‘’How is Pyramus?’’

Y/N had to be extremely careful, or her house’s honor could be at stake. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about Na-baron.’’ Her tone flat yet Feyd noticed her posture change. As if she was going into a trial by combat. Deep down he wondered how would it feel to be loved like this, he could feel the rise of jealousy… a member of an insignificant house could achieve her love so easily? No. he would not allow it. A sinister plan ran in his dark mind.

She wanted to wipe that arrogant smile on his face, ‘’I shall bid you good night.’’ With that she headed back to her room. Whenever she wanted to open up about Pyramus something would stop her…

When the morning came with its shiny sun and fresh smell of flowers she was having breakfast with her family. Padishah Emperor Shaddam made majority of the house leave and announced that after breakfast he would announce his decision.

‘’You seem upset my love, is everything all right?’’ Duke Leto asked gently, she hadn’t touched the food on her golden plate, she looked around, no one but her family. ‘’I’m in love with someone.’’ She unraveled, feeling the years of burden leaving her delicate shoulders. Leto and Paul were smiling but her mother’s face didn’t move a muscle. ‘’Who is the lucky gentleman?’’ Leto asked, ‘’Pyramus, from house-‘’

Jessica cut her short, ‘’That house?! Have you lost your mind?’’ Jessica knew that Reverend Mother had something else planned for Y/N. Bene Gesserit has been working for this union for years. ‘’Let’s not lose our temper.’’ Leto warned Jessica with a calm tone. ‘’They are a small house, it is true. If he is good enough for my daughter he is good enough for us.’’ He finished. ‘’Excuse me.’’ Everyone thought Jessica was leaving in anger but she was about to send a message to Reverend Mother an change the whole course of Y/N’s future.

Harkonnens were having breakfast together, Feyd-Rautha was so fed up with his obese uncle’s eating that he lost his appetite. Rabban was in his normal self, quiet and tense. ‘’I wonder who will be the princess’s husband.’’ Rabban said curiously, was he hoping? Feyd-Rautha was seated away from them, watching them like a hawk. He knew well that Shaddam would never take that risk, to send his one and only daughter to the hellhole called Giedi Prime? Not in a million years. ‘’One way or another he has to satisfy us.’’ Their uncle spoke with full mouth, Feyd had to look away, he could feel his bile coming up to his throat. He drank his wine to suppress. ‘’What do you think uncle?’’ Rabban asked, he kept trying to impress their uncle and failed miserably. Baron’s fat fingers were shiny with the bacon’s juice he was eating, ‘’I believe we won’t leave until we get something.’’

Their Mentat Piter de Vrives knocked on the door and walked in, ‘’My Baron, Emperor is expecting you and your nephews to the throne room.’’

Baron laughed, ‘’We shall be there.’’

The throne room was packed with lords and ladies that remained, including Reverend Mother Helen. Y/N didn’t remember seeing her last night’s ball. Strange. Y/N Atreides and her family arrived early, Padishah Emperor Shaddam spoke with her father Duke Leto in private. Behind the golden throne there was a door which opened to a small room where Shaddam’s office took place. When Duke Leto came back his face held grim, he refused to look at anyone but the Emperor, was that resentment? Emperor was seated on his golden throne which had colorful ornaments, on his right much smaller and silver throne was placed and Irulan was sitting on it. Looking like a statue, she was a strong woman. Reverend Mother was at Shaddam’s left, whispering into his ear. She was covered in black, just like Harkonnens.

Y/N noticed how old Shaddam got, every child at one point in their lives come to the realization of their parents’ old age. Emperor was a second father to her, a sudden whip to her heart she focused her eyes on the floor to prevent herself from crying. In order to keep her racing mind busy she looked around to see the remained houses. Pyramus was right there, she waved at her and Y/N waved back. He had a colorful suit, just like his personality. Pyramus and other low class houses were on the left side of the room, other old and powerful houses were on the right. Everyone watched the way Harkonnens entered, they were the last one to arrive. Baron Vladimir was a man of show off, he loved to show his power given any chance. Baron was at the front, Rabban and Feyd following behind, when Y/N saw Feyd-Rautha, her mind immediately went to last night’s events.

‘’Does he know me and Pyramus?’’ to be the first one to reveal the secret she had to tell it to her family this morning but she wasn’t sure anymore. All day Pyramus was after her asking how they reacted, she felt overwhelmed.

She wanted to be brave so Y/N watched them stand close to Atreides, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t shy of eye contact, as usual he was wearing his black suit, with his boots he looked much taller. Y/N watched him eye her up and down, she was wearing a dark blue dress, her arms and neck covered in dark blue laces, her head was tightly rounded like a ball on her head, a thin silver tiara was placed. She kept her posture high, she wasn’t going to shrink because of a Harkonnen, even though Feyd looked as if he could disintegrate her with his shiny blue eyes.

Shaddam rose to his feet, his regal robe sweeping the floor, ‘’Thank you for waiting so patiently,’’ everyone were focused, eager to hear his decision. ‘’I have decided that it was due time to choose a life partner for my one and only daughter. After last night I have consulted my daughter Irulan and the young gentleman that I choose is,’’ Y/N could feel the tension in the room, she slightly observed the room and Shaddam’s subjects were focused on him but one person. Feyd-Rautha, his snake eyes kept finding Y/N. Why did he look like he knew something that Y/N didn’t?

‘’Paul Atreides, from house Atreides.’’ Applauses could be heard, Y/N got positive energy from them last night so she wasn’t wrong. Irulan was her sister and Paul her brother, she knew that they would make each other happy. Paul walked to princes Irulan to kiss her hand. ‘’The wedding shall happen tomorrow.’’ The applauses died down, ‘’If you have no objections or requests you may be dismissed.’’ Shaddam announced, Y/N couldn’t wait to be left alone with Irulan and listen every detail.

‘’Emperor!’’ a man’s strong voice echoed in the throne room, ‘’I have a request.’’ Y/N turned to see Feyd-Rautha leaving his spot and slowly approaching to stand in the middle of the room, ‘’Come forth young Harkonnen.’’

Y/N had a bad feeling, this whole thing look staged, she turned to see her family’s reaction. Duke Leto, again, trying so hard to avoid her, Lady Jessica smiled at her. Y/N was puzzled, ‘’This is for the best.’’ She signed to her daughter.

Feyd-Rautha did what Shaddam said, before he knelt in front of the Emperor he gave a last look to her.

‘’What is it that you request?’’ Shaddam’s calmness irritated Y/N.

‘’Since you raised her as one of your own it is best to ask your permission,’’ Feyd paused to get more reaction from his spectators, his head was down but after that pause he tilted his head and look into Shaddam’s eyes. Shaddam had never seen such power in a young boy before. Baron did a great job.

‘’I demand Lady Y/N Atreides’s hand in marriage.’’

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Maybe I'm Amazed

Summary: Finding your soulmate, Austin Butler, has forever changed everything for both of you. Priorities, desires, focuses…navigating this world shift with an inescapable gravitational pull between the pair of you leads to some desperate measures.

Sequel to More Than Words.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral – Soulmate AU

Warnings: Language, Discussion of The Power of the Universe, Reader With A Disability, Vanity Fair 2023 Hollywood Issue Photo Shoot, Mature/Explicit Themes [Manual stimulation m/f receiving, Oral stimulation m/f receiving] – 18+ Only.

Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity [it would not let me pull it up the usual way, Jo, I am so sorry]

Author’s Note: First off, special dedication (and all the blame) to the @elvisabutler and the folks at Vanity Fair for the brain rot the photos and videos that dropped today brought over me. I was possessed and had to get this out of my head ASAP!

Full disclosure I am a non-disabled person and part of this is written from the point-of-view of a person with a disability. I do not share this life experience but have done my best to use neutral terms and to portray a human being who struggles with a negative inner voice – something I think is common across the spectrum of humanity. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you find any aspect concerning, I am happy to adjust as needed. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 2788

Song Suggestion: Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney

A series of knocks and your cousin’s voice calling your name through the door pulls your attention from the man before you and you frown softly, holding up a finger to beg for a moment.

Austin presses a soft kiss to your temple before easily reaching to unlock and open the door to reveal not only your concerned cousin, but a curious Baz Luhrmann and his frantic looking assistant.

“There you are! Are you ok?!”

“Aus, hey. Everything ok?”

“Mr. Butler, we have a new toast prepared and everyone is waiting.”

A wall of speech floods the previously intimate space, and you somehow feel naked in front of the three of them. Austin’s voice wraps around you comfortingly as he speaks again, and you look up to him softly.

“I have to do this, and you really need new clothes. Are you free tomorrow? I have some things but would you like to come and then we can take care of my arm?” He murmurs quietly and you nod enthusiastically. “But before I lose you again, I need your number.” He insists firmly.

Aware of the assistant’s petulant huff, and your cousin’s curious glances, you pull out your phone and quickly exchange info with him. You wish you could stop staring at him as though he was personally responsible for the sun rising every morning and setting every night, but the awe his presence instilled within you was overwhelming. He glanced at you as the assistant tried to spur him towards his waiting duty and his face softened immediately.

Turning his back on the entire room, shielding you from them as much as possible, he cradled your face and planted a chaste but warm kiss on your lips in parting.

“I will see you tomorrow, ok?”

You nodded softly, pressing your humming lips together, watching him as he followed Baz and his assistant. After one particularly vicious yank on your arm you finally turned to look at your cousin. After one glance at you, their eyes widened, and a crow of triumph erupted from deep inside them.

“I TOLD you it would happen. Oh my god, come on we have to get you ready for tomorrow.”

It was something so sweet, so new, that you wanted to hold it close and take it to your room to sit with it quietly for a while. To savour it all yourself. To enjoy the fact that he had texted you three times since you had left the party. But the moment you walked into the house, your cousin had dramatically made the announcement like some sort of town crier and you had barely been permitted time to shower and change before spending the rest of the evening fielding questions and being treated to a run down of every scrap of information the cousins found about him online.

When, at last, one of the more rational and senior family members convinced everyone to let you go to bed, you curled up with your phone to read over his messages again, replying to the latest one,  confirming the address where he could pick you up at ten the next morning. You were too excited to sleep deeply, constantly replaying every second you had shared together thus far, or speculating on what your day would be like together…your future…Every time you remembered that he had not run in fear at your inability to speak, your heart swelled a little more until you were worried it might burst and your cause of death would be listed as an absurd level of joy.

While grateful for the collective wardrobe and advice the next morning, you could not make it out of the house fast enough. You were fairly aching to be back with Austin…just Austin…He’d been in your physical presence for a sum total of twenty minutes and had somehow become a basic biological need. The vision of him leaning against the waiting town car at the curb outside your relatives’ house eased that pressure somewhat, but it was not until he pulled you into his embrace and pressed his plush lips to yours that you felt at peace once more.

“Mornin’” He murmured softly against your lips, and you mouthed the word in kind, shivering at the feel of your tender flesh sliding against his. “Missed you…” He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again firmly, pulling you flush against him.

This time, in the absence of champagne-soaked clothing, you allowed him to mould the form of your body against the lean planes of his, shuddering as the heat of him soaked through the fabric of your outfit. The distance whoops of your family members, muffled behind the glass of the living room window, yanked you back into reality and you pulled back to bow your head sheepishly.

You could feel him stretch up an arm, the ripple of his muscles as he waved a greeting to the people collected there, and looked up to see his lip secured beneath his teeth. His cheeks were also notably pink.

“We should go.” He chuckled ruefully and opened the door, gesturing for you to slide in first.

After the pair of you were safely seated, the driver pulled out, and headed towards Austin’s previously scheduled obligation.

“So I have an interview and photo shoot for…well I think they’re saying six hours but it might be longer. I’m sorry if you find it boring but I just wanted to be with you…” He looked at you guiltily, but a gentle smile stretched across his lips as you took his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

– Me too – You replied via your screen reader app, and he pressed his lips to your temple softly.

“Then I found a great tattoo artist who can fit me in this evening.” He shrugged when you looked up at him startled. “I didn’t want to wait any longer than I had to…I…It’s really, really important and I...”

You cut off the rest of his rambling excuses with a kiss, sighing warmly against his mouth as his palms framed your face, his fingers cupped the sides of your head. There was a infectious and dangerous electricity between you, one that had you tilting your head to slot your mouth tighter to his, had him parting his lips to lick at the seam of yours, had your tongues eagerly sliding along one another. It threatened to consume the pair of you, tempted you to spend the entire day exploring your own personal gift from the universe.

Unfortunately, calling in ‘found-my-soulmate’ was not an option. The car pulled up to Milk Studio and the door opened on Austin’s side with a rush of air that reminded the pair of you that you were in public. You licked at your kiss-swollen lips as you followed him inside one of the large buildings where there were racks of clothes and hundreds of pairs of shoes. Armed guards stood around trays of expensive, glittering jewellery, and celebrities mingled and greeted one another.

If not for Austin’s hand warmly cradling yours, you would have turned tail and run, so out of place you felt. Sensing your hesitancy, he slid his arm around your waist, nestling you against his side as he introduced you proudly as his soulmate, encouraging you to dig out your phone and participate in the conversation. The remarkable, recognizable individuals were warm and kind, but the situation was nevertheless overwhelming. Once Austin was snagged by a stylist, he was sure to find you a chair nearby, and you could not help but watch in fascination as they transformed his already handsome features into something a little more dangerous…more striking…

Eyeliner, hair gel, subtle things that combined with the wardrobe to make the room feel remarkably warmer. They dressed him for the group shot first, in a completely see-through, sheer shirt with a jacket draped over his shoulders. You watched from behind the camera as they placed him behind the cocktail table, to be in the centre of the shot once the rest of the individual portraits were collected and digitally overlaid. An auspicious placement, you vaguely noted above the buzzing in your brain as it short circuited at the image he presented…no, commanded…before the camera.

He was an entirely different being, and you were quite convinced that if you had been born with the ability to speak, the part of his lips and look in his eyes would have robbed that from you. Chewing your lips raw, you did your best to disappear in the crowd behind the camera. Taking deep breaths, you could feel your nostrils flaring like a race horse as you tried your level best to slow your racing heart. As his blue eyes pinned you in place with a heated gaze, you were immediately aware of your failure to not draw attention to yourself, but you were also certain your heart had stopped beating…so at least it was no longer racing?

You swallowed raggedly, licking at your raw lips and tugging at your fingers nervously as he homed in on you, targeted you with those ruthlessly erotic looks as the photographer showered him with praise. And then suddenly it was over. The photographer was thanking him for his hard work and he was smiling brightly, in his usual boyish way, and the tension in the room evaporated. The tension deep within you however…

“Did you find that interesting?” Austin purred into your ear, making you jump as his hand came to rest against your lower back.

You nodded quickly, looking down to avoid his gaze.

“Well we’re just getting started, come along…” He chuckled lowly and guided you back to wardrobe where they changed him into a white wifebeater, pleather overcoat, and a set of new necklaces.

You watched raptly as the hairstylist ran her fingers through his slicked-back hair to loosen his curls, chewing the inside of your cheek at the bitter taste of jealousy as you wanted nothing more than to anchor your fingers there while you devoured his mouth…You shook your head violently to clear it as he called your name, standing with a hand offered to you.

Quickly taking it, you followed him through the interconnected hallway into another, smaller studio.

“You doing ok?” He asked softly when you had a spare moment and you nodded with a bright smile.

He glanced around, seeing everyone was occupied with setting up the next shot before he stole a quick kiss. Somewhat stunned, you stumbled out of the way of the crew as they set up. They took a few shots of him in the hall before setting him up at a small booth. After a lighting reset, there were more sultry looks, and the jacket was opened…the sleeves pushed up…

Your own sleeves were pushed up as you were feel increasingly warm, taking gulps of air as you felt caught in the crosshairs of whatever arousing weapon he was wielding. And then they brought out the napkins. They set the table with a vase of real roses, and he began to fold the pink crinkly paper into a rose. You gaped in wonder as it seemed impossible at first, but he confidently talked his way through it and the end result was fairly impressive.

“And then you can just, you hide it. And then like, come here.” He slid the folded paper rose between his legs beneath the table top and beckoned at you with the fingers of his left hand. “Like actually come here. Come here. Talkin’ to you.” He pointed at you and your eyes shot wide. “Come here.” You shook your head violently, so violently that the sharp edges of the room blurred a little, and you held out the palm of your hand in silent refusal. He chuckled under his breath and pointed to the cameraman beside you. “You wanna come?”

Damn him. Damn this man with long elegant fingers that could make such a fragile medium into something so beautiful, who could narrate the steps in that baritone with choice words like “come” and phrases like “get in there”. And yet his hands were shaking. And yet he was insufferably adorable and sweet. An intolerable juxtaposition put upon this earth just to torture you.

They had him made two more roses, by which point you were endlessly fidgeting in your seat, beyond convinced that your underwear was beyond saving.

“We’re a little behind schedule, Mr. Butler, but Katy Rich should be in to do the interview in the next twenty minutes. We appreciate your patience.”

“No not at all, thank you all.” He smiled graciously before beckoning you over once again.

A glance around convinced you that the cameras were, if not in the process of, packed up, and you walked over to sit next to him in the leather booth.

“You…You have been enjoying yourself haven’t you…” He whispered against your ear and you tensed at the feel of his facial hair against your sensitive skin and the truth of his words.

One arm snaked around your waist, trapping you firmly against his side, as his free hand came to rest on your thigh. Quietly, he watched the crew collect their things and empty from the studio before he lunged into action and pulled you into the washroom at the back of the space. He grasped your hips, lifting you to sit on the stone slab countertop before reaching back to lock the door.

“Very, very soon I am going to explore and indulge myself in every inch of your skin. But for right now, I am going to solve the crisis that I have created between your thighs. Sorry about that.” He pouted penitently and you narrowed your eyes in response.

“You don’t believe me?” He pressed a hand to his chest, feigning a wound and you glanced at your watch pointedly before hauling him down for a hungry kiss.

He had made promises, and his use of the word ‘crisis’ had not been terribly far from the truth of the situation. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him tightly to your body to rut against him needily, earning a soft groan from him.

His tongue thrust past your lips hungrily, slick muscle stroking along yours as his hips rocked against the source of your pleasure, making you buck needily. He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving as he looked down at you heatedly.

“Do you want this?” He asked huskily, pupils dilating visibly as you nodded breathlessly. His tongue ran along his teeth as his hands busied themselves with exposing your lower half, cupping you through your underwear. “Fuck…” He breathed, pressing his face to your neck as he felt your arousal. “You hid the extent of this well…we still need to work on your poker face though…” He hissed as you grabbed two handfuls of his ass, unable to tease him verbally so you settled for the next best thing.

Stripping your underwear, he quickly set it aside before those dextrous fingers turned their talents to the pliant source of your pleasure, making you inhale viciously and buck sharply into his touch. Austin pulled back, eyes ricocheting across your features, ravenously drinking in the way your face contorted in pleasure as your head fell back against the mirror.

“Holy shit…” He breathed. “I need to taste you right now…” He finished with a growl, suddenly dropping to his knees in pants that you were certain cost thousands of dollars.

The thought of hauling him up off the floor was swept away by the feel of his lips and tongue, surrounded by a halo of rasping facial hair, on the source of your pleasure. You writhed helplessly as his hands pinned your hips to the cold stone of the countertop as he sucked and licked and nipped, a pleasure elevated by the shimmering flames of your celestial bond. You kicked out into the air behind his shoulder, wrung your hands through his already tousled curls, and arched your back violently as your body happily gave him the satisfaction of your first climax at his behest.

You were left a quivering, damp, breathless mess – stripped of all sense and logic. You reached out to him helplessly, sighing deeply as he quickly gathered you close into a warm embrace, tears flooding your eyes. The gentle press of his lips to your cheeks alerted you to the fact that they were stealing down your face and your lips twitched into an affectionate smile at his tenderness.

“I’ve got you…” He murmured softly and while you kissed him firmly in gratitude, you were already plotting how you would get him back.

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words: 7,823 ship: austin butler x female reader rating: R (for violence) summary: obviously inspo is coming from seeing bikeriders and this image and my extensive knowledge of sons of anarchy. you don't have to watch that show to read this, but it takes place in that sort of universe, with inspo from the show *u* just wanted biker austin x you notes: feel free to visit my austin masterlist warnings: none, but check the rating.

Every time Austin thinks he knows exactly who you are, you throw him through a wash cycle on steroids. You came back to Charming, a place you said you’d never step foot in again, for what? It’s certainly not for fucking him, that’s for damn sure. As much as he loves you, still after all this time, Austin knows you have to be running away from something…because running towards what you want with full abandon has never been your strong suit.

And you’re certainly not returning to St. Thomas for the great fucking medical plan.

“I just needed a change of scenery.” You tell him in those mint green scrubs that always highlight the perfect swell of your ass.

Austin rolls his eyes but doesn’t tell you that he thinks you’re full of shit.

Chicago’s too fast paced, maybe you’ll try New York—there’s a beautiful, hopeful smile on your face—like you don’t know that the minute you stepped foot back in Charming that you’d never leave. You’ll get sucked back into the black hole of this place and you’ll never be able to find your way out. Will probably die here.

Whatever—it’s really not Austin’s problem anymore, is it? You are not his girlfriend, he’s not responsible for your happiness or your decisions. That ship sailed a long time ago when you left straight out of high school—went to a fancy college, got your medical degree, and began a new life.

Without him.

And yet Austin also understands the utter pull of you, consistently keeping him directly in your orbit, your wants and needs incredibly important because they always have been. Which is why Austin doesn’t believe you when you say that you didn’t come back for any sort of reason.

He doesn’t believe this ‘change of scenery’ nonsense.

You patch up a split knuckle, dig out glass—Austin doesn’t even flinch, just watches you the whole time like he doesn’t have blood on his face. You have no idea what he’s gotten into lately—and you don’t want to know.

“Think I’m gonna make it doc?” He asks, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

You hum lightly, “Barely.” And pour the antiseptic without warning him.

You hate that you came back here, back home—but Austin’s always been your safe place.

--

“I think you’re scared.” Austin says one evening while dropping you off at your dad’s house, empty now, a living and breathing reminder of all the shit you went through in high school.

You never wanted to live here, in your drunken father’s home, always more satisfied with the concept of burning the thing down. Yet here you are, taking off Austin’s motorcycle helmet and handing it back to him, looking for your keys to get inside. You’re living here, attempting to reorganize and rebuild the place to make it your own.

“I think you don’t know me as well as you used to.” You throw back and there’s a hint of teasing there, like you don’t want to turn this conversation into something serious.

Austin rubs one of his eyebrows, itching for a cigarette but now’s not the time, he’s not staying long. “I think…I’m the only person who does know you.” He’s not afraid to admit that. You’ve done this dance so many times that you practically own the rights to the choreography.

You’ve proven time and time again that you’ve got nails and teeth sunk into one another, so wrapped up that you can’t unravel it as hard as you try. No matter how much time or distance passes between you two. It’s so beyond anything that Austin can put into words—he doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but, if he did, he thinks him and you could put a definition to that.

That’s why Austin knows that you’re never going to leave Charming, not really anyways.

You’ll be in love until it kills both of you, figuratively or quite literally.

“That’s the real reason you came back, isn’t it?”

You sigh softly—after a long day, your hair is a little unruly on the top of your head. You’re ready for a long hot shower and to get out of these scrubs. Austin only wishes he could assist with that. He lets his eyes travel over your form, purposely checking you out when you look at him. But you both know it’s more than just a sexual attraction here, that Austin defaults to that because it’s easier for him to work out in his head. While it’s very clear that there’s only one face he sees when he’s inside of someone, no one will ever know or understand him as you do.

That line of deeply knowing goes both ways.

“I told you why I came back here.”

Austin smiles a little and starts his bike. Fine, if you wants to play this game, he’s got nothing but time.

“Right,” He puts his helmet on, making sure it’s fastened. “I just don’t believe you.”

And he backs the bike out of the driveway and goes home.

--

Austin doesn’t figure out what’s going on until you ask for a ride home in the middle of the day. It’s a little weird, to say the least, he’s in the midst of things with the club, his club leader riding his ass about certain decisions he needs to uphold as Vice President. But literally, he couldn’t be bothered less, not having one iota of a regret driving his bike to the hospital to pick up you instead.

You seem a bit frazzled when you climb on the back of Austin’s bike, your arms squeezing around his waist just a little too tightly. Austin frowns, looking over his shoulder as he hands you the helmet to put on,

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod quickly, forcing a soft smile, “Yeah, just a long shift. M’tired.”

“You didn’t drive today?” Austin starts his bike—not that he’s complaining.

“Oh I did but the…it’s making a weird noise when I use the break.”

Austin raises his eyebrows, putting a pair of sunglasses on. “You know I work at a garage, right?”

You let out a soft laugh, the sound fluttering Austin’s stomach even after all this time. “Just take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He does a fake salute before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

--

Austin’s got this wicked sense of observation mixed with paranoia—and he’s convinced this is why it makes him a decent V.P., being able to notice when things are off, when things appear altered than how they should. Sometimes catching tiny mistakes and misnomers are the difference between a good deal going sour, life and death.

So he instantly picks up on the fact that there’s a car following you both, all the way from the hospital to your house. Even though the vehicle doesn’t stop, it passes and parks a little further down, but it’s there, nonetheless.

You get off the bike, handing the helmet back to him, a soft coy smile on your face that makes Austin want to kiss you. Your hair is wild, cheeks a bit pink from the wind blowing, beautiful and stunning all at once.

“Thanks.” You say, adjusting your satchel from sitting on your back to your hip, “Think I’m finally getting used to this thing again.”

Austin hums a bit, parking it before he slips off the bike. He runs his hands through his hair, removing his riding gloves and pocketing them, before adjusting the leather cut that sits easily on his shoulders.

Easy and yet heavy sometimes, all at once.

“Yeah I never understood why you hated ridin’ it, I’m an excellent driver.” Which, alright, he’s a decent driver—he goes through turns too fast but he tries not to if you’re on with him.

You’re distracted though, not picking up the bait, glancing around your driveway as if you’re…looking for something, or someone. Austin licks his lips, putting the helmet on the back of the seat.

“Hey, this uneasiness that I’m sensin’ right now—have anythin’ to do with that car that followed us from the hospital?” He motions with his chin to the car he’s referring to idling down a few houses.

Your entire body suddenly goes rigid, eyes widening over Austin’s words. You follow Austin’s direction down the street and you look sick when your eyes land on the car. There’s this instinctual step back, like you’re afraid, and Austin moves closer to touch your arm.

He steadies you, squeezing gently, thumb running along the inside of your wrist, “Hey, what’s going on? Who is that?”

You sigh, running a shaking hand over your face. You swallow and finally bring your eyes to meet Austin’s, “His name is Rick—when I was in Chicago, I—I met him at a conference and we went out a few times. When I tried to end it, it got violent and he started stalking me,” You shake your head, embarrassment clear on your choked voice even though you have nothing to be ashamed for. “I tried getting a restraining order but you can see how well that worked out.”

Austin feels himself go cold, which is never a good sign. That’s how his rage works, like a slow ticking clock, never heated, never like an explosion of emotion. It sits on him calmly, like a wave lapping the shore of a beach. He straightens his shoulders, shaking his head as he goes to turn and address this fucking asshole who can’t take no for an answer.

“Austin, no,” You reach for him, managing to tug his arm to stop him from walking, “Rick’s—he’s an ATF agent and dangerous.”

Austin almost scoffs because so am I, but he knows what you mean. You know exactly what kind of business his club does and getting involved with an ATF agent will only bring trouble down upon everyone.

But Austin’s so fucking angry that he doesn’t care, he’s always felt like he’s had the uncanny ability to think in steps ahead, consider his future, but if you’re here? You’re a part of that future now. And he’s not going to let this Rick guy think he can just follow you here all the way from Chicago and threaten you.

“Go inside, Y/N.” Austin motions to the house, not looking back as he walks towards the car in question.

Rick, who has fucking binoculars, drops them quickly when he realizes Austin is approaching the car and not stopping. He also seems to get the point when Austin pulls his weapon of choice, a hunting knife, from the holster on his jeans and sticks right through the grill of Rick’s car.

Rick quickly gets out, his face red with pinched anger as the car begins to smoke. “Vandalism, deadly weapon.” He snaps and slams the car door closed. He’s shorter than Austin and a lot angrier, which is amusing to him, “That's six months in County, asshole.”

Austin can see what you maybe thought about this guy. He’s handsome with his strong jaw and cropped hair, eyes intense. Any member of law enforcement gives off a false aura of calm because they’re supposed to be people anyone can trust. It’s almost ironic that you feel safer with a criminal. Almost.

He throws shit right back at Rick as he takes his knife out of the grill, putting it back in the holster, “Violating a restraining order? You'll be in the cell next to mine.” He grins then, licking his lips as his eyes skitter over Rick’s body, “They reach how to suck dick in ATF school?”

Rick laughs, not even looking remotely interested but Austin doesn’t care. He’s trying to make him uncomfortable because clearly he doesn’t give a shit about doing the same to you. Besides, Austin knows that he’s not really angry about the car, or even about Austin approaching him per say, he’s pissed off that someone is getting in the way of him fucking around with you.

“Badass biker.” Rick tuts, shaking his head as he looks over Austin, like it would be a pleasure of his to ruin his life.

Austin is not fucking scared of this piece of shit, “You harassing Y/N? That ends here.” He tells him, “Or the next time it won't be this car that I'm drainin’ fluid from.” He goes to take a step back because regardless of the stance Rick is pulling, he can tell that he’s rattled him just a little bit.

All of this is probably a terrible idea given the situation that the club is in right now but he refuses to let you take the brunt of dealing with this asshole alone.

“You threatening a federal agent?” Rick snaps out, pissed off that he’s been made to look like an idiot. Which, Austin doesn’t think that’s too far of a stretch, really.

He turns, giving Rick a good once over before taking a few steps into his space. He purposely uses his height difference to look down at him when he speaks, “I'm threaten’ you. Go away—it's my last warning.”

As Austin walks away, he just hopes it’s enough.

--

Things slightly escalate from there. Rick does not fuck off like Austin hoped or intended but he supposes he shouldn’t exactly be surprised, either. He suspects that he might hang around, maybe show up at your work, but what he doesn’t expect is when Rick surprises him when Austin is attempting to run errands. And not just any type of errand, though most don’t know that, but he’s not really just visiting this deli because he enjoys the chipped ham.

Rick wanders in as Austin talks to the butcher, their conversation shifting to something safer because of the company.

One thing happens after another, Rick gets in his face and Austin can’t control his temper even though he knows he should—that this is one giant trap to catch him off guard. And yet he falls right into it because the minute Rick opens his mouth about you, Austin’s fist is flying through the air.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rick smirks, sticking his hands in his pockets as he stands by one of the display cases with meat inside, pretending to look interested. “Y/N and I have unfinished business…and I intend on talking that out with her, in bed, with her spread out beneath me.” It’s very much a whether you like it or not attitude and Austin hits Rick so fucking hard that he sails through the glass window of the deli.

Not his finest moment.

And yet he has zero regrets as he sits in a police interview room, icing his right fist as another ATF agent graces him with his presence. Greg Thornson with his bony-ass frame, closing the door with his foot because he’s knee-deep in a file that no doubt has every wrongdoing he’s ever committed since high school.

The usual dog and pony show that any of these police agents try to shake them up with.

Austin’s so used to this, he knows his expression screams ‘boredom’ and that for some reason makes Greg smile, putting the file down on the table. He sits across from him, regarding Austin for a moment and he bites his tongue on saying anything he might regret.

The point in all this is to get back to you, not to end up in a holding cell for the night. So he straightens his shoulders and looks right back at Greg, a challenging look to his eye.

The shorter smiles, “So, we’re not going to hold you—even though you assaulted a federal agent.”

Austin purses his lips and lightly shrugs his shoulders, not saying a goddamn word. He knows exactly what story Ronnie Peterson, the deli owner, gave to the police.

“Mr. Peterson corroborates your story that Rick Clarington came at you first.” Greg sounds not moved at the slightest by that but Austin doesn’t care.

He smiles, “Can I go now?”

Greg hums but before Austin can stand and leave, “Why does Clarington have a hard-on for you?”

“Who doesn't?” The corners of Austin’s mouth twitch up but then sighs—Thornson might enjoy a little game of distractions but Austin’s goal is to keep himself as much under the radar as possible. So he shifts gears, giving him a long look, “You know why.”

Greg smiles, closing the file in front of him. Austin obviously doesn’t know Greg very well, other than the briefest of introductions when he first walked in (just what he needs, another ATF agent up his ass), but he can tell that he’s in this job title for the ‘cat and mouse’ game of it all. Austin’s not a typical criminal, he doesn’t squirm, especially when he knows that that’s the goal Greg has with this conversation.

He’s digging, pulling at straws, anything to give him the upper hand.

“You're right, I do.” Greg taps the table with his fingertips, “Y/N L/N, the charming ingenue. High school sweethearts, right?”

Austin’s face gives nothing away but he does nod softly in confirmation, “Yeah.”

He can literally see the wheels turning in Greg’s head, the shorter making an impressed noise as he glances down at Austin’s bloody knuckles, “She fears for her life so she comes back home to the only man she knows loves her enough to protect her.”

His expression matches stone, unsure of what Greg wants out of this other than to just catch him off guard, but he’s literally got nothing to say as far as he and you are concerned. There’s also not that much to tell—he and you were dating in high school; it was one of the strongest connections he’s ever had to anyone. And that hasn’t changed—Austin doesn’t think it ever will.

“A guy…” Greg trails off for a moment, “who would have no problem punching a federal agent through a glass window.”

“The glass window part was an accident.”

Greg lets out a soft laugh, nodding, “So Ronnie the butcher says. Rick apparently pulled a weapon on you—made threats, you had no choice.” There’s practically disbelief hanging on every syllable.

Austin shrugs again, flexing his sore fingers against the ice pack, “Well, if that’s what Ronnie said.”

Greg licks his lips, glancing over his shoulder as the door opens up, another officer with paperwork to detail the statement Austin gave. He nods his head, knowing he’ll have to let him go soon, despite the sparring conversation.

“Beautiful, really, it is. I wish I had that kind of pull over for someone. You're a lucky man.”

Austin feels something ugly dig under his skin at the sentiment because he knows it’s not a compliment by any means. He refuses to give Greg the satisfaction that he obviously craves but a few thoughts do worm their way in the back of Austin’s mind: did you come back to Charming because of him? Because you knew what he’d do the moment Austin learned about Rick threatening you? Because you felt safe? Wanted? Loved here? Does any of that really matter since you’re back? Austin may feel slightly manipulated given the situation but…even if you only came back for this very reason, you’re still here, aren’t you?

Somehow, that’s all Austin cares about.

“You done?” Austin asks, a little steel to his voice.

Greg smiles and nods lightly, Austin getting up from the table and leaving the ice pack behind.

--

Austin leans against the back of your couch, watching the you pace for a few moments. He’s not trying to pressure you into talking or anything, he’s practically got the CliffsNotes of what’s happening anyways. In general, he’d just like to touch base with you because it’s been a week since Austin’s made threats at Rick and nothing has really happened (other than that lovely conversation with Thornson, time he’ll never get back, but he supposes that’s his fault for throwing a punch at a federal agent).

Austin suspects anything else is only a matter of time. Rick doesn’t seem like the type to respond to warnings well or go away quietly.

“I’m confused, what else did you want me to do?”

You stop pacing, looking up at Austin with an almost startled expression as you’re drawn out of your thoughts. You’re in a pair of blue jeans and a nice button-down sheer blouse—so different than the scrubs you usually wear but just as beautiful.

“I didn’t want you to do anything.”

Austin narrows his eyes, “Right, really?”

You give him a look as you slowly cross your arms over your chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He lets out a slow breath, leaning up from the couch. He doesn’t want to argue with you at any rate and maybe he is letting the conversation with Thornson get to him, but the longer Austin thinks about it, the more it starts to make sense.

Austin rubs the back of his neck, “I think you know exactly what it means.” He raises his eyebrows, taking a long look at you, someone he’s always known like the back of his hand and yet feels so distant to him within this conversation.

“Did you come here because you knew what I’d do to Rick?”

Your mouth opens and closes, “Know…what’d you do?” You scoff, “You—you haven’t done anything.” And there’s the slightest hesitancy in saying that, like there might be something you don’t know.

Austin shakes his head, confirming with a single, “No,” Then, “I haven’t. But push comes to shove, you know I would.”

It doesn’t take much for Austin to figure out how you feel, you practically wear all of your emotions directly on your face. And okay, given this reaction, maybe that’s not why you came home but are you really going to act like that’s not some sort of benefit?

“I didn’t come back for you.” You state and it’s not supposed to sound cruel—that’s not who you are. Meanwhile, Austin on the other hand makes it his mission to dig underneath people’s skin, to read them and know them to understand how to hurt them.

“I didn’t even know if you’d still be here.” You sigh, taking a step towards where Austin is standing, “But if you’re asking if I came back to the last place I felt…put together? Safe? Then yes. That’s why I came back.”

Austin smiles ever so softly, picking his hand up to cup the side of your head. There seems to be a distinct moment where you close your eyes, a rush of relief, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding being released from your chest. “And none of that has to do with me?”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head but you don’t pull away, even when Austin slips one of your loose strands of hair around your ear. You turn your head to press a kiss to Austin’s palm, his other hand moving to bracket the other side of your face. His fingers eventually slip down to hold the sides of your neck, rubbing along the skin soothingly.

“Maybe just a little bit to do with you.” You smile.

Austin licks his lips, smirking, pressing your foreheads together and leaving them to rest for a few long moments. There’s a familiarity there that pulls him in, keeps him treading water, keeping them connected in such a way where it’s hard to tell where you end and Austin begins. He’s never been so much a part of someone and vice versa.

“Regardless of what happens,” Austin says after a moment, “I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to you, okay?”

You swallow and nod, your noses grazing as he tips your chin.

And that kiss you share feels like home.

--

It’s a pretty regular night at the clubhouse, another party in half swing where everyone is either piss drunk or on their way to being it. Some other members are playing pool or taking shots directly off of women’s chests, some practically fucking croweaters on the commune couches. Austin is so used to seeing this shit that, at this point, it’s just another Thursday night.

Sam, one of his club leader’s right-hand men, leans against the bar with a boyish grin that deflects from all the terrible things he’s done. The blood Austin has seen in that long blonde hair, the way his hands close around another man’s throat, the bullets he’s fired, the knives he’s cut with. It’s so ironic because you’d never think any of that just by looking at him,

“You don’t want to get in on this?” He asks, motioning to the intoxicating chaos.

Austin takes a brief look around, lifting his beer and taking a sip. “Even if there were half naked women practically throwing themselves at me? Nah,” He pauses, “Just not in the mood tonight.”

Austin’s known Sam nearly his whole life—they grew up together, been through all possible scenarios of the term ‘thick and thin’. Sam sticks around because he knows Austin will take this crown someday, will lead this club, take the reins, or whatever the fuck all this means. He didn’t know his father, not really, only through all the observations and stories and photographs from others.

How is he supposed to figure that shit out?

He doesn’t want it, inherited club royalty or not. Austin would be more satisfied with running away, with taking you out of this fucking place, far away from Charming where no one knows either of you. Starting over like a brand-new book, writing their own chapters.

Even though he knows how unrealistic that is. Doesn’t mean he wants it any less.

“Is this about Y/N?” Sam asks, breaking his concentration.

Austin blinks, considering the question as he takes a long sip of beer. Isn’t it always? Sam can read him far too well and of course knows all about you, what you mean to him—what you’ll always mean to him. He was there when you both first met, when this whole thing started, when you both clutched onto one another tight and refused to let go.

You coming back has just thrown him through an impossible loop.

“No,” He straightens his shoulders, putting a wall up between him and Sam with a grin that masks his face, “Just can’t find anyone who sucks dick as well as you do.”

Sam snorts out a laugh and grabs a bottle from behind the bar to pour shots, “It’s the lips.” He teases.

Austin takes a shot with his friend when he pours it and then decides he’s gotta get out of there before he ends up spending the night with a faceless nobody and a wave of regrets. It’s funny how he hasn’t really thought like that in a while and that definitely has to do with your influence in being back.

He takes a step outside and breathes in the cool Californian air, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Austin lights a cigarette, taking a long drag that puffs like fog into the atmosphere—he and you have not decided anything about one another. But he knows you, you and him can pick up right where you left off.

It’s hard not to.

His burner cell starts buzzing in his pocket and there’s a half smile on his lips as he sees your number—case in point.

Austin barely gets through a greeting when you are choking out I need you. He has no idea what’s going on and part of him doesn’t want to ask but the sound of your voice causes a sheet of ice to cover the entire inside of his chest as he throws down the cigarette and walks quickly to his bike.

“What happened?”

You sniffle over the line and sigh out syllables that make Austin’s blood run cold, “Rick. Please, can you just—”

“I’m on my way.” Austin hangs up the call, starting his motorcycle and pulling out of the garage parking lot with barely a second thought.

--

Austin has no idea what’s going on, no clue what he’s walking into but he doesn’t care either (which he may or may not regret later). He didn’t have you elaborate over the phone, wanting to concentrate on getting here faster instead. He parks his bike and rushes off the thing, nearly knocking it over as he goes to the front door of your father’s home and knocks.

You throw open the door, half dressed—bra, underwear, a long sweater barely over top, face with tear tracks on them and—and a gun hanging loosely in your fingertips.

“Jesus Christ,” Austin mumbles, eyes wide and confused as he takes a look at you and slowly closes the front door, “What the fuck happened?”

Though…based off the way you are dressed and the time of night—Austin swallows down a bout of anger as heavy as a cinder block to take care of what’s right in front of him.

“I couldn't stop him.” You shake your head, your entire face pinching. Austin sighs and wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, drawing you into your chest. He squeezes you, his hand working firm circles along your spine, “He came in-in through my back door and just—”

Austin shakes his head, holding you even tighter against him, his jaw working as he puts two and two together. You must have been getting ready for bed or something close to it and Rick put the drop on you.

“Did he—”

A whimpered noise leaves your lips and you press your face further into Austin’s neck. His one hand comes up and laces his fingers through your hair, shushing you gently. He pulls back after a moment—you both need to get ahead of this disaster, whatever is awaiting him, Austin will take care of it.

“Where is he?” He asks, cupping your cheek. He removes a tear track with his thumb.

You sniffle, “The bedroom—”

A short breath leaves Austin’s lips, glancing down at the gun that’s still in your hand. It must be your father’s because you never have been interested in weapons before, not even for means of protection. Whatever happened, it must have been bad enough that you needed to defend yourself.

“Give me that.” Austin takes the gun from you, walking down the long hallway that leads to the bedroom.

Nothing really prepares him for what he sees—the bedroom is a mess, sheets disheveled and Austin really fucking tries to not picture you struggling on top of them to push Rick off. A chair is overturned, broken glass from picture frames falling off the nightstand, and Rick on the ground in the corner—his pants are undone and he’s got his shirt off.

He’s currently holding onto his gut to keep his insides from pouring out, panting, face a sheet white and sweaty. And then he makes eye contact with Austin, a struggled laugh leaving his lips like, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“Oh you stupid bitch.” Rick spits, referring to you, “You called him?”

Austin does his best to assess the situation, figuring out what’s best for you with all of this. He’s used to putting himself in the line of fire at this point, at burying himself so deep that there’s not a way out. He could give a shit about Rick surviving or not—there’s only one person that needs to end up on the other side.

You are kind and good and leading a decent life beyond all of this and if Austin has one goal? It’s to make sure none of this pain, blood, or filth, sticks to you.

You tug on Austin’s sleeve, yanking him back into the hallway and away from the scene, “I didn’t know what to do, I shot him, Austin.” You try to explain, your hands shaking so bad as you run them through your hair. Austin shakes his head, wanting to tell you that he doesn’t have to clarify anything, “I had to. What do I—what do I do? What do we do?”

Austin runs his hand along your shoulder, squeezing, glancing back in to Rick because…there’s really only one of two things you could do. And he’ll give you the other option just in case you want to entertain it.

“Okay, okay,” Austin soothes, getting you to breathe for a moment before he continues, “We call this in—you're not going to get charged, he is.” There’s a choked laugh from Rick—the only saving grace is that you have that restraining order in place. Austin takes a long look at you, cupping your one cheek. He waits until your eyes meet his, wanting to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“They're gonna patch him up, he'll do a few years for assault. But then he's gonna be out—free to do this again.”

He barely gets the last word out before there’s a visceral reaction from you, a choking sob where you grab Austin’s leather jacket and dig your fingers into it, “No,” You snap out, nearly pushing him away despite the fact that Austin only pulls you closer, “No, he can't do this again, Austin. Please.”

Austin rests his lips along your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he takes a steadying breath into his lungs. There’s only one thing to do then—because clearly, Rick is beyond reason or idle threats.

Not to mention that bullet wound in his side really complicates things. 

“Butler’s your solution?” Rick spits from the other room, making you hold onto Austin tighter.

“I can't do this.” You whisper against Austin’s neck, breath hot along his skin, “Please.”

If Austin was going to approach this with a cool head, all of that goes out the window when Rick opens his mouth again. The combination of you shaking against him, the heat of your body pressed along his own, the way your hands are pulling at his clothes in an attempt to ground yourself—and then Rick’s fucking mouth, spouting disgusting language towards you that he can’t accept in a levelheaded manner.

“You pathetic whore—”

Austin takes two long strides, aiming the gun right at Rick’s head and fires.

The blowback spatters blood all over the wallpaper in the bedroom and there’s a soft curl of smoke leaving the gun, metal hot to the touch. He can hear you yelling over the slight ringing in his ears. Austin lets out a sharp breath—this is not the first time he’s murdered someone in cold blood and it certainly won’t be the last.

At least this time it actually feels like it’s been paired with a purpose.

Austin stares at the blood for a long moment, watching it roll down the ugly wallpaper before backing up slowly. He puts the gun on the dresser and turns to where you are standing in the hallway, wide eyed like a deer in headlights, hands over your mouth.

Austin gently tugs you away, forces your sight off it and takes you back into the living room.

--

Austin takes a shallow breath and hands you a short glass of scotch, which you take with trembling fingers. You tip it back into your mouth quickly and almost choke on the swallow, coughing, but Austin figures you might need to take it like that. He motions to hold the glass out and when you do, he fills it up again.

You sniffle, shaking your head as you run a hand over your face. Austin knows how you’re feeling without you even needing to say anything. While this might have been the only choice, the right choice, you didn’t want Rick to meet an end like this. You continue to be a better person than him—Austin thinks he got exactly what he deserved.

And he regrets none of his actions here tonight, especially if this means you are safe.

Austin runs a hand along his jawline—it’s still dark out, if he’s going to clean this up, he needs to get started.

You glance up at him, wide eyes somehow a shade darker than he’s ever seen them. Austin tries to offer you the smallest of smiles, something comforting, even though it feels a bit strange on his face.

“I’ll take care of this.” He assures you.

You scoff out a choked noise— “What does that mean?”

Austin shakes his head, not giving you a verbal answer. Honestly, it’s better if you don’t know, just in case, so you can claim some kind of ignorance with all this. You seem to catch on within that moment, making a soft noise of discontent as you cover your face with both of your hands. There are so many things that Austin wants to say, to be able to tell you, but he doesn’t know where to start.

This nightmare is over though—it may not seem like it, but it is.

Austin turns to walk out of the kitchen and check your garage for supplies when he feels fingers wrap around his wrist. He stops, looking down at your hand, following it up your arm until he looks at you again. Austin watches you stand, taking a soft breath in, grounding yourself in the touch of his skin and your proximity.

This can’t be easy for you; Austin knows this is why you ran away from Charming in the first place—so you wouldn’t have to wonder what kind of terrible shit he was getting himself into with the club and Austin finding a way to apologize for it. Though, this ironically has nothing to do with the motorcycle club.

He moves his thumb to brush over the inside of your wrist, his high school sweetheart, the girl he’s loved since he was sixteen, his soulmate regardless of tragedy that most likely follows.

“Thank you,” You whisper and step into Austin’s space, “I love you.”

Austin hums softly and nods, leaning his head down to press your foreheads together. “I know.” He teases lightly and despite everything that’s happened, he can feel the hint of a smile on your lips as you kiss.

--

A week passes, and then two, and eventually Austin feels like he can draw oxygen into his lungs without looking over his shoulder. At this point, he knows how dispose of a body—an unfortunate byproduct of the work he does. The goal is to make it look like Rick’s just left, disappeared, with the threat of violating his restraining order, he decided it was best to fuck off out of Charming and you for good.

That should be a story that’s easily passible, since no one from Charming P.D. or that aggravating ATF agent have kicked down any doors demanding questioning of any sort.

Austin’s limited exposure about the whole thing, just him and you know, that way there can be no blowback on the club. Even then, Austin’s the only one who has details about the murder weapon (and where it is) and what truly happened to Rick (as in, where his body is buried). And it’s going to stay like that.

The man is exactly where he belongs.

Austin pauses in front of a freezer in the grocery store looking down at a set of steaks. He knows that it’s not exactly your favorite thing to eat but…he’s feeling weirdly celebratory and he can cook it in a way that you will enjoy it. Lots of pepper, garlic, onions—grilling it outside (maybe at his house instead of your father’s place), beer, mashed potatoes. You both can turn that into a good night, maybe even get back on a track that makes sense.

As long as you both avoid any more capital murder, should be just fine.

“Huh, never pictured you as a fillet kind of guy.”

Austin’s eyes roll back into his head as he turns to see Greg Thornson hovering nearby. Spoke too soon.

He doesn’t see any other agents milling around to make a grand arrest, or sirens and SWAT cars pulling up outside the grocery store windows. So he supposes that’s a bonus. And yet—

“Shouldn’t have to pound meat out for it to be tender.” He says wryly, dropping two steaks into his basket. Austin moves out and around Greg, who doesn’t even appear to be shopping—what, did he just track him down for a not-so-friendly chat?

Austin’s assuming that this isn’t an interrogation but Greg very much seems like the kind of agent that tries to catch you off guard and unaware. He’s probing just by being in his space, nonchalantly following him around the store, pretending to look at things he has no intention in buying.

“Putting a nice dinner together for Y/N?” Greg asks curiously, picking up a can of lima beans.

Austin sighs evenly, slowly making his way towards the front of the store. The quicker he cashes out, the faster he can leave this disaster behind. He glances over his shoulder at the indifferent question,

“Yeah—I know this might be a foreign concept to you, goin’ on dates.” Austin says with a smile to his face but it’s anything but kind. Greg’s eyes dart to Austin’s, fire burning along his irises, and then Austin adds a cushion to the blow – “Cause you know, you’re married to your work and all.”

Greg hums but his smile is all pinched, “I’m surprised Y/N’s even staying put.”

Austin moves to set his basket down near the conveyor belt, unpacking his groceries so that the cashier can ring him out. He offers a small smile at the girl, despite his annoyance with the ATF agent behind him. He slips his wallet out of his back pocket, glancing at Greg as he comes up into his line of vision,

“She’s a runner. Isn’t that why Y/N found herself in Chicago in the first place? Wanted to get out—find things this little pissant town couldn’t offer? Bigger dreams than what you’ve got here, Butler. Smart, beautiful women like Y/N? They get bored. They want more.”

Austin swallows, his hand that’s out of Greg’s line of sight is clenching his fingers into a fist. He refuses to give away that Greg’s words are hitting a particularly raw nerve. You did run away—because that’s what you do. When something gets too hard or real or intense, you make a run for it, that last time landing you in Chicago. And yeah, you ended up with a medical degree to show for it, but you also trailed back to Charming with a psycho ex.

He watches the cashier scan in his items, the muscle in Austin’s working. Despite the fact that Y/N’s seemingly tied to this place for the foreseeable future, Greg unfortunately has a point. And that digs under his skin more than anything else.

Austin pays the cashier and picks up his grocery bag, “Why don’t you let me worry about Y/N, yeah?” He throws back at Greg, moving to leave the store. He then pauses, a sudden thought occurring to him as he turns to look back at the ATF agent.

Greg’s decided to buy a pack of chips near the checkout aisle, pulling out a few ones from his wallet. 

“Hey,” Austin says, gaining Greg’s attention. The smile he gives him is slow and patient, somehow innocent on the edges like he’s about to talk about the weather. “You ever hear from Rick?”

It takes a moment for the question to settle on Greg’s face, the light somehow disappearing from his eyes, the silent conversation passing between the two men as Greg realizes Austin is asking this question for a very specific, deadly reason.

Austin licks his lips, shrugging his one shoulder, his gaze hardening, “Dangerous being a Fed.”

He slowly backs up, getting ready to turn out of the grocery store. He’s delivered more direct threats before but he is in public, and the look on Greg’s face still registers the same. Realization masking fear—makes it completely worth it. Austin clutches the grocery bag in his hand and puts his sunglasses on as he leaves the store to walk back to his truck.

They understand one another now.

--

Austin looks at you over his shoulder as he cooks dinner in the backyard of his home, in comfortable clothes that look a lot like jeans and a t-shirt, minus the leather cut. You’re leaning against the patio door, in a yellow sundress, watching Austin with a soft, fond expression, sipping on your beer.

Austin’s struck with the sudden thought that it could always be like this—warm, and safe, and comfortable, cooking dinner with beers and pretending his business doesn’t get him involved with unsavory people or situations.

Sometimes it feels like they can survive in that version of themselves, even though it’s all a lie.

You move into the yard and set your beer down, pressing into Austin’s side as he looks at the grill.

“You’re overcooking the steak.”

Austin crinkles his nose, peeking under the grill hood just a little, “No I’m not.” He opens it up all the way and while he doesn’t cook steak very often, they look perfectly fine. You use that opportunity to reach for the tongs and Austin playfully taps your wrist,

“I got it, they’re fine.”

“Oh you know how to handle meat, do you?” You tease, your hand resting on Austin’s waist instead.

Austin bites down on his lower lip as he grins, cupping your cheek to lean down and kiss you. “Class act, Y/N.” He pulls back after a moment, closing the grill lid after flipping the steaks once.

He moves to grab his own beer, taking a long sip. Despite everything you’ve been through, you seem to be doing okay. You don’t really bring up Rick at all and Austin doesn’t ask—maybe that’s a good thing, finally moving past that chapter in your life.

And even though Greg’s commentary in the grocery store rattled him a little bit, it does feel like you’re on solid ground now. That you’re not going anywhere—that they’re a team, no matter what might come their way.

Austin lets out a soft sigh, taking a step towards you. He rests his hand on your hip, angling you towards his body so he can look down at you. He waits until that gaze falls upon his own,

“No more running.”

You nod softly and press yourself on your toes to kiss the corner of Austin’s mouth, “No more running,” You agree. Austin leans down to press their foreheads together. “I’m here.”

And for better, or for worse, Austin believes you.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

From the start.

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin was excited to go to the Oscars and possibly win a reward still a part of him felt saddened by Lisa Marie's absence, sure Kaia there helped but when he saw you, it was like an angel sent by Lisa found him and he promises himself he wouldn't let you slip away, and he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get you.

Warnings: mention of Lisa Marie's death, Kidnapping, Friends to lovers? Housewife kink, Toy Dildo, Vaginal Plug, Creampies, Fingering, Oral (Fem & Male), Dirty talk, Double penetration, Stockholm syndrome, Infidelity, Starvation, Knife kink, Yandere/Dark Austin, Forced Marriage, Pillow talk, Mention of murder, Filming, Spiked drink.

A/n: this was requested by @presleybbg and her beautiful ideas.

All that Austin could remember was how much pain he was in, he felt like it was too soon to pretend everything was fine like he wasn't mourning. Lisa was like a second mother to him and like his real mother, she was gone too soon. He was getting ready for the Oscars, fixing his bow tie in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair "You sure you don't want me to come?" Kaia spoke up after watching him for a second, her voice filled with a little worried "I have to do this alone." he replied, "I got to go, see you soon." He kisses his girlfriend before leaving, he wanted to just get this over with.

After running the red carpet, he began the search for his seat. He sighed, walking around the small area where his seat would be but he was starting to think the person who told him where it was supposed to be was simply right, 'great' he groaned about to make his way back when a voice stopped.

He looked over his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat or two.

A woman waved eagerly to him with a smile "Over here!" she called and Austin follow her voice like a lost puppy "T-Thank you" he stuttered as he now stood in front of her "Your welcome." you smiled and walked past him just a little before he stopped you "let me thank you more? How bout some coffee or something?" he asked, pulling his hands in his pockets, trying to seem put together though everything wasn't, you looked him up and down, it wouldn't be bad right? And to be honest, it would be cool to have a rising new star as a friend "Okay, I'd like that Mr. Butler." you answered reaching your hand out for his phone "Here let me put my number in." Almost without absolute hesitation, he gave you his phone and you typed your number into his contacts "I'll see you around" you smiled "Good luck!" you called before disappearing into the crowd. All feelings of warmth are gone with you and the coldness that was there before returning, Austin still had a smile on, one that looked so real, he wasn't an amazing actor for nothing after all, the night proved to be long and fruitless. Sure Austin was happy for his fellow actor, but the only good thing that happened was he met his true soulmate, he eat with his girlfriend and her family that night, texting you under the table if you wanted to meet up tomorrow, smile growing bigger once you said yes.

Shortly after that coffee 'date' you and Austin became friends fast, dodging paparazzi like the Matrix, tonight you were gonna visit one of your favorite nightclubs, you weren't much of a party girl but it was fun to let loose, and besides Austin has been quite busy, he deserved a break. You decided on a thigh-length dress, the top of the dress was off-shoulder and a sequin silver, the skirt was a plain black, almost leather-looking material and you paired it off with sliver-colored heels with red bottoms, you did some light makeup and went in your way. The club bosted music, flashing lights, and grinding, sweaty bodies took up the space, your eyes searched for Austin, once your glaze glanced at the bar, there he was, shooting down what seems to be whisky, he leaned against said bar, he a green almost see through blouse that was unbuttoned down to the third button showing off his firm chest and a little of his torso, the shirt tucked in black jeans addressed his slim waist, rings and a sliver chain jeweled his body, to finish his look was dark green leather boots that looked more black in the light of the darkroom. As you checked out the handsome man, your tongue licked your lips without realizing it, and thoughts of how he would sound moaning, telling how good your lips felt around his cock stopped as his eyes looked up and met yours with a smile. He waved you over and turned to the bartender, holding two fingers to him before he looked back at you.

"Precious." he greeted, when you finally reached him, his raspy, deep voice granted your ears, and heat built up in your core from his little nickname for you. "Hey Aus, how are you this night?" you asked and sat on the stool beside him, grabbing the shot the bartender put in front of you, Austin looked away from your question before looking back at you with a sad haze, a frown on his enticing lips "Kaia and i..broke up." your eyes widen, you thought things were going good between the two "I'm sorry to hear that.." your heart ached for him "It's fine." he downed the shot of whisky, watching the people dancing showing off his capturing side profile. You didn't know if the alcohol in your system give you so much courage but you gently moved his head and kissed his plump lips, he didn't hesitate to lick your lips for access to your mouth, you did, and his tongue explored your mouth, battling your tongue with fervor. You pulled away and gripped his hand, rushing to the lady's restroom where you resumed the heated make out, your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt, and once you slid it out of the hoops of his jeans, you hooked your fingers into his pants and underwear before dropping to your knees bring them down with you. His cock bounced against his stomach, it stood proud, long, and thick, the slit wept pre-cum so much it dripped on the tiles of the clean-smelling restroom, your lips engulfed his head, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting the not-so-bitter salt of his pre-come causing a delicious inhale from the man above, your month took inch upon inch until his member rested in your throat, your eyelashes flatter as you look into his blue orbs through them "Fucking damn!" he growled, his hands took hold of your head, he begins to thrust in and out of your throat, using it as his cocksleeve, fucking it like he would your slopping wet cunt, drool poured out your mouth, covering the base of his dick and his balls "Dirty girl, making such a mess on my cock." he grunted, your already wet underwear dripped your slick.

"Gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow isn't that right?" his voice deepened and looked down at you with a smirk. You nodded, moaning around his dick, body squirming in want and excitement, he cursed, head thrown back, his thrust quickened and with a deep groan, pushing his whole member back down your throat, pumping load after load, forcing you to swallow everything, You pulled back, breath heavy, and your saliva smeared across your chin "Let's get you cleaned up." Austin spoke softly as he helped you up, your knees shook for a bit before regaining their previous strength, he cleaned you up and bought you back to the party. Austin held onto your stumbling self to the door of your apartment, your keys already in his hand inserting them into the door knob but to his bewildered, the door shot open, and a man with 2000 hair, a band T-shirt, jeans, and a grey beanie. "Hey, you're Austin Bulter! I didn't believe my baby guess I was wrong, here let me help." the man's voice sounded like a teenager's voice but he was obviously 20 years old but was simply stuck in the 2000 style, "I'm Nathan by the way" 'Nathen' smiled and took you from Austin's arms, and lead you to the couch, Austin's nose wrinkled from the strong smell of weed on Nathen's breath and the room. Who was this man? Was he your boyfriend? This lame ass- bitch- ugly looking piece of shit was your boyfriend? No. No. He couldn't be. Austin held back a snarl as Nathen leaned down and kissed you this would do. Austin said a quick goodbye and derived home with white knuckles, he broke up with Kaia for you, and he didn't regret it of course, he spend the rest of the night thinking of what to do, getting no sleep. It was a few days when came up with a plan, it was wrong but he needed you, and you belonged to him you just don't know it yet, Austin slides into the open window, clad in black from head to toe, a backpack over his left shoulder, he looked back to the windows, oh precious girl didn't you know how dangerous that is? But don't worry it will change, he take good care of you and keep you safe.

Austin kneed down on your side of the bed you and your dick of a boyfriend slept in, he took a needle out of a safe plastic small bag, a fast-sleeping drug filled the glass medical needle, he gently pricked the side of your neck and pushed the drug into your veins.

"What the fuck!" Nathan screeched Austin simply looked at him with a smirk that spoke of danger.

Austin grunted as he carried you to his car, lay in his back seat, and then sat in the driver's seat he sighed, glancing at your sleeping form, he didn't want to get rid of your poor excuse ex-boyfriend, oh well it no use to get upset about spill blood. It took two-three months and a lot of patience, for you to fall for him, and five weeks to get you to trust him, he kept you well-fed, of course eating the food and drinking the water to show that it was okay, untampered with, after that was smooth sailing. Austin walked through the door of the house he shared with his love, the smell of clean products flowing around the enclosed air, leaving his shoes on the shoe rack, he followed the scent into the kitchen, and his cock stirred to life as he leaned against the kitchen's open door frame, you were simply wiping the stove down with an apron on, still lustful desires flow within him, just by you doing wife like duties, he had already made you his wife, with a friend's help you were married on a certificate, yet to have a wedding, he'll make that happen when the time was right. You had yelled and screamed at him once he revealed that certain knowledge to you, now though you were happy to be his wife. His fetching blue orbs stayed on your form like a man stoned by one of Medusa's glances, quietly he set the bag he brought on the island and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his white Tank top from his recent photo shoot against your back "Why, Hello there precious." Austin smiled untieing your apron," I missed you." you spoke softly, turning around in his arms and allowing him to completely take off your favorite apron "I missed you too." he gently pecked your lips "I bought something we can have fun with, wouldn't you like that?" he said backing away and showcase the black plastic bag that read Spencer's on the front, you looked from the bag to your husband, if your core wasn't burning a scorching desire it was now, Austin's eyes were like a raging storm out in the open ocean with want, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lip, a hard bulge strained against its jeaned cage, you felt your cheeks grow heated as you nodded eye trained on the black baggie. Austin turned around and laid the items on the wooden island, "Come here baby." he called you over, stepping aside.

Your breath stopped, there sat a dildo that was roughly the size of your husband's length in the colors of glittery pastel blue, pink, and green with a pattern of tie-dye, beside it was a vaginal Plug the base color was black and was covered in royal purple paint splashes, the end was jeweled with amethyst and lastly, lube. Your pussy clenched around nothing thoughts of just what Austin could have in mind made your underwear soaked. "Undress precious. Slowly" Austin ordered, voice deeper with wanton dominance, resting his forearm on the wooden surface, your heart beat faster and you shredded each piece of clothing, pants, panties, shirt, and then bra all while trailing your hands on your body, the last article of your clothes dropped to the floor, and your lips locked together, his fingers squeezed your throat, enough to make you breathless and his rings cooled your feverish skin, your tongues swirled and licked crudely, the burning sensation lack of air pulled you both away, you look at each other, lidded eyes and panting. Austin took this time to truly appreciate your body "So goddamn beautiful." he breathed, helping you onto the kitchen countertop behind you, his lips latched on your neck as two of his fingers enters and pumps into your cunt roughly, his thumb rubbing at your clit with vulgar, a loud moan punched out of you as he began to scissor your pussy, stretching you open.

The edge of absolute paradise was ripped away, and you whimpered looking to Austin with betrayal "Patience." he chuckled, grabbing the lube and the over the top of the dildo "Open." he rested the rubber cockhead on your lips, slowly you part your lips and the toy, slides into your wet, hot maw, the rubber tasted like artificial strawberry, your eyes flattered close, the weight of the dildo was alike to your husband. You bobbed and sucked on it like it was, muffed moans and sounds of Austin's fingers fucking your weeping cunny "You like this baby? Sucking on a fake dick while I bring you to heaven and back?" Austin spoke in a trance as he watched you blow the toy like his first blowjob from you, you nodded sucking harder, your hips buck and your legs shook as your climax busted out. Austin gently pulled the colorful toy out then poured a generous amount of lube on it and his own "Ready?" he asked as he moved you to the cold tiled floor "I'm ready." you assured breathlessly, he rushed to push his jean, underwear completely and ripped his tank top off throwing somewhere to be picked up, you tried to relax as the toy dick was slowly pushed in, and Austin thrusted a back arching thrust, every inch of him was inside, his balls rest on the curve of your ass. The stretch was a sting burn, once your tense body relaxed, pangs of blissed-out pleasure shot throughout your body, and you felt so full! "Go." you smile as you saw the conflict on his face, "Yess." he hissed as he plowed into your cunt, each thrust forced the toy to box against your cervix, his balls wet from the lube and your juices, a wet smacking noise mixed with your loud moans, whines and Austins grunts, moans, and growls.

Your body jerked up, causing Austin's cock and the fake dick to come out little by little, Austin growled in frustration and slide you back to him, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding down your thighs, resting them on his torso. He resumed pounding, your eyes rolled back, it was all too much the fast strokes of your husband's member up against the roof of your pussy while the dildo mini-strokes the bottom, his cum heavy balls spanking your ass no doubt leaving bruises from his hard treatment. Your legs began to shake, your back arching off the floor and your pussy gushing out your release Austin followed a little later, both of you gasped and panted for air, bodies covered in sweat, exhaustion heavy in the bones, you were on the edge of passing out when both lengths was pulled out, your eyes shot open and a whimper left your pouting lips "Sensitive." you muttered "I know precious, I just got to put this in you and I'll run us a bath." Austin chuckled as he gently put the plug in "Gonna need a wheelchair." you replied, his laugh was all you heard before you submitted to unconsciousness.

A week has passed since Austin had gone to another state to film, this was the first time he's been away for so long. The life before you had met him stuck in your mind like a core memory, being able to just go out to shop for simple things like grocery shopping and necessities, go to the park, and eat out, to feel the wind around you and the sun on your skin without asking for permission and being denied. You loved him, truly but the want, the desire become too much, and he would be gone for another week, so you packed a bag and some money and wrote a last goodbye note before escaping into the night. You couldn't go back home, despite the kidnapped you it would break your heart if he was arrested so you moved to another state away from California, far away. You got back on your feet, tried and failed to date no matter who you were with they weren't Austin, there was one time a man, a nice man fucked into you, he felt good but not like him, it didn't help that in the middle you moaned Austin's name, loudly. You decided that you were gonna go to a club, and you sat watching the crowd have the time of their life while the bartender made your order drink, your heart sped up for a second a split second you thought you saw Austin but when you glanced back he was gone, you shake your head and took a gulp of your drink before rushing to the restroom. You were listing your mind, he couldn't have found you this quick! It's only been three weeks, your classed the marble sink and looked up in the mirror, suddenly everything looked blurry and your head felt light, the last thing you heard was ladies' restroom door opening and footsteps then it went black.

You groaned as you came too, your head still felt fuzzy but not too much "Wakey, wakey precious." A familiar voice taunted venom laced, your eyes quickly opened "Austin." you muttered softly, Austin looked as good as he always had, though the closer you looked at him, he slightly had bags under his eyes, likely from searching for you "You know I thought everything was okay, I was happy, you were happy—well seemed to be." he hissed, his cold blues glared at you "I loved you. Did you even love me?" he asked, he started strong but at the end, his voice weakened "Of course I do!!" you reassured frantically, what have you done? "IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AWAY!!!" he screamed angrily, causing you to flinch, Austin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he got up and looked at you one last time before going. For two days you have been in the basement, without food or water, and yet you come to hate him, you missed more not that he was so close, you want to be in his arms, why did you leave? You had everything you could want, you perked out as you heard footsteps not before long Austin stood in front of you "Get up." he ordered, and you quickly obeyed "Fellow me." you followed him with your head down, was he gonna throw you? Was he done with you? Your heart ached at these thoughts, once you stepped out of the basement, the mouth-watering smell of food entered your nose "Go eat, I get you new clothes and run you a bath." he spoke, and in no time, you sat in down in the dining room and scarfed all the dish, drink all the water, you smiled, stomach full "it's ready" Austin said after finishing what he said he would do.

The warm water relaxed your tense muscles and the feeling of being completely clean, made you sigh with blissfulness, the clothes smell like roses and were soft against your skin, you were happy, and things almost seemed back to normal, almost.

Austin sat up against the backboard of the queen-sized mattress, his eyes boring into you, his phone and a knife on his bedside table "Strip and come here precious." he commanded, grabbing his phone, looking for something on it, you striped and hesitantly crawled on the bed stopping in front of him, slick already producing between your folds from the sheer dominance that radiant off your husband. He got off the bed and laid the phone beside the kitchen blade, he unbuckled his black belt, pushing his black jeans past his knees "Here's what's gonna happen, you are going to take what I give you and you're gonna like it, understand?" he pushed you to lay on the spot he was previously occupied, spread your legs and got in between them, his heavy member rest against your lips and clit "Answer." "Yes. I understand." Austin let out a pleased hum before grabbing his phone again and sliding right home inside of you, the stretch burned in the right way "Say hi to the camera." your eyes widen as his phone camera record your face and then shooting where you were one, he began to pound into you without remorse, his pubic bone smacked into your poor clit, the camera zoomed in recording, your cunt clenching hard on his cock almost slowing him down, growls and sexy huffs leave Austin no doubt enjoy your pussy, he fucked you as he missed it, the phone was suddenly was throw it to the side before grabbing the knife and held it to your neck, each jolt from his thrusting threatened to cut you, the feeling of the fear and danger of having such a dangerous woman that could hurt possibly end you filled you with excitement like a drug "Dose this turn my little wife on?" Austin chuckled darkly, moving the knife to your cheek, cutting a small line, a sharp hiss left you "Y-yes, so much!" you admitted, bucking your hips against his hips, Austin muttered a soft fuck and plowed you into the bed, pushing you both to the edge of pure paradise and bliss. You screamed as Austin stabbed the knife in the pillow beside your head, forcing an intense climax, Austin groaned as he pumped his cum into your weeping pussy.

"You. Are. Mine. Next, you try to leave I won't so nice." Austin pulled out of you and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to your thoughts, his cum leaking out and the knife standing straight in the pillow. You sighed and closed your eyes, it would take some time for him to forgive you but you loved him, you need to show him that.

You sat up and walked through the door, planning on what would be done.

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Invisible String | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing : austin butler x actress!reader

Word Count: 11.6k

Summary: y/n and austin have known each other for years. each harbors feelings for the other yet they remain clueless to it until an accidental slip up from austin leads to a series of events that reveals just how destined for each other they've always been (requested)

Warnings: mild swearing

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A/N: when i got this request, i knew immediately i had to write it. i adore the thought of soulmates and second chance romance and this request was perfect for that. i loved writing this story full of these two completely missing the signs they’re supposed to be together, and i hope you love reading it just as much. it is dialogue centered, so a lot of explaining and talking is done (hence the word count) and i just wanted to give ya’ll a little warning! Make sure to keep track of who’s saying what. I feel like I’ve structured it in a way that makes it easier, but still. anyways, to the user who requested this, thank you and i hope you like it! :)

psa: i tweaked dates of when certain interviews came out and what happened during them. also kaia and austin aren’t dating in this. all for the sake of the fic, but i just wanted to say something about it in case anyone gets confused!

Fourteen years ago

“So-uh, was that-was that okay?” Austin reaches up and scratches the back of his neck. The blush on his cheeks is evident, even under the grime the makeup artists have piled on his face. The sight makes you giggle, leaving the boy’s cheeks to flush deeper.

“It was more than okay,” you reply, your voice dropping to a whisper. “It was perfect.”

The blonde gives you a lopsided grin and you can’t help but to give one in return, feeling like you’re floating. You and Austin have just finished your final solo scene together for the film Aliens in the Attic. The two of you are love interests; you playing the best friend of the character Bethany, and Austin playing her cousin.

To say the role was a bit of a challenge is an understatement. It’s not that you couldn’t remember your lines or you were suffering from stage fright, it was that you didn’t know how to act around Austin. The moment you got introduced to the boy, you knew you were done for. He was, is, charming and funny and beyond attractive. The two of you are both still teenagers. You’re not sure about him, but for you at least, you haven’t dealt with a whole lot of crushes or relationships yet. So it was a bit difficult to deal with more or less.

It’s like every time you would go to shoot a scene with him, your brain would short circuit and your pulse would jump higher than you thought it could. It didn’t help at all that he was so nice to you and did whatever he could to make you laugh in between takes.

The days leading up to your final scene alone with him—the kissing scene—you were a wreck. Both excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. You figured it was merely a little on the job attraction, of course you'd feel something for the person playing your love interest. You completely ignored the true feelings planting roots in your heart, as was a certain blonde companion.

Lips still tingling with warmth, you try to subtly lift your fingers to them, grazing over the slightly swollen skin. You watch as Austin takes his bottom lip between his teeth, still looking nervous as ever.

It's undeniable—the connection between the two of you. Although you haven't been filming for long, it took practically no time for you and Austin to become close. There was something about him you couldn't get over and he felt the same way about you.

Days and nights were filled with endless laughter and conversations you felt like you couldn't talk about with many other people. He made you feel special, seen. You can't believe it's all over now.

"Hey-" you both speak at the same time, simultaneously realizing you can't bear to let it all end like this.

The two of you laugh; Austin's blue eyes—that noticeably light up every time they spot you—shift to the floor for a second over his awkwardness. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to keep his cool around you.

"You first," you say, tilting your head to try and catch his eye again. Looking up from under the curls of his sandy blonde hair, Austin takes a breath before he goes to speak again.

"Would you um-." His voice gives a little and you have to hold back your smile at how nervous and unsure of himself he seems. The thought that maybe he's acting like this over you sends your heart into overdrive. Clearing his throat the boy continues, "Would you want to go-"

"There you guys are! You two lovebirds killed it! For a second I thought it was real!" Ashley comes up to you and Austin, wrapping her arms around you both while she laughs. You swear you couldn't love Ashley Tisdale any more than you already do, but God did she have bad timing.

Your eyes meet Austin's across from the girl and there's evidently something unspoken there between you. Was he going to ask you out? Was this more than just an innocent little crush?

"Thanks, Ash, glad it was believable!" The two of you laugh together, but you can't help the pull towards Austin, to get back to that conversation and find out what his next words were going to be.

Ashley instantly knows something's happened, she was always good with stuff like that. "Did I interrupt something?" She looks between the two of you, trying to grasp what it is she walked in on, but you're not even completely sure what it is.

"No, nothing at all," Austin says, barely looking at you now. You shake off the feeling of the tiny pang in your chest. "I was just gonna see if Y/N wanted to go hit up the snack table one last time, and now that you're here, we can all go together!"

Ashley doesn't believe it for a second, especially with the look on your face, she can tell there's more to the story. While the three of you walk over to the refreshments, Ashley holds herself back from butting in. It's too bad she did and that she's the only one who can see through Austin's lie. If she would’ve said something or if you would've noticed, maybe things would've been different. Maybe it would've been you on his arm a few years later instead of Vanessa Hudgens...

Present day

The memories of that final filming day swarm your mind as you sit with your jaw dropped to the floor while staring at the tv in front of you.

It took ten seconds, ten seconds, for your buried feelings for Austin Butler to come bubbling back to the surface.

And it’s all his fault.

Curse you finally having a night off to sit and watch television, curse James Corden for creating games that make people spill their secrets, and curse Austin Butler for causing your feelings for him you thought you buried long ago to claw their way out again.

He could’ve lied. You’re sure there are tons of guests who have lied on The Late Late Show to get out of embarrassment or scrutiny, and Austin definitely could have. There is no way what he said is true, no way.

But why you? Why say your name out of hundreds of others. When James pressed for who his celebrity crush is, why did your name come up first?

The blush on Austin's face is clear as day, even through the screen. He's fidgety and chuckling as he rubs the back of his neck, the audience 'ooo'ing at his confession. The sight is all too familiar.

Your mind reels over what's happened. You're shocked but you also can't help the tiny feeling of giddiness that's making your stomach flutter. Brushing your hand over your face, you grumble at the warmth of your cheeks.

Damn this man and his affect on you. It's been fourteen years, fourteen, since you've seen him in person, since you've talked practically. And yet he still makes you feel just like you did on that movie set; jumbled, nervous, and smitten.

After filming wrapped on Aliens in the Attic, you got a job offer you couldn't refuse. You moved to a different country to begin filming a show you never thought you'd get even a supporting role in, let alone the lead.

That role set you for life, it was a fan favorite, but it took up practically every aspect of your existence. Sure you were able to come back home to visit family and friends once in a while, but those visits were few and far between. To even think about meeting up with Austin was out of the question. It just wasn’t in the cards as far as you could tell, especially when he was attached at the hip with his girlfriend or off filming his own roles. Even if you could’ve met up with him, the fact you couldn't admit those feelings you had for him would’ve crushed you. You couldn’t bear the weight of keeping those feelings hidden while he fell so deeply in love with another woman.

When your show wrapped, only needing a few seasons to tell the creator's full story, you figured it was back to square one; time to go home and face everything, but that was so far from what happened. That leading role was a once in the lifetime opportunity and it boosted your career to a height you could've only dreamed of. Due to the popularity of the show and your evident acting chops, you were on every casting director's radar from then on.

You booked movies with franchises like Marvel, Godzilla, and even Star Wars. The offers poured in from every angle, and majority of them you graciously accepted. To say you were nonstop busy for years would be an understatement. You barely even had time to think about Austin anymore, and to be honest you wouldn’t allow yourself to anyways.

He never admitted any feelings in the short months you stayed in contact over the phone after Aliens in the Attic wrapped, and even if he did have any, he clearly moved on. You took it as a sign to cut your losses, shake the feeling that he felt the same about you, no matter how much it hurt.

Still, It's crazy to think about how long it's been since you've talked to Austin. The both of you had such a strong bond, one you have yet to find with another. It blows your mind how easy it was to sever something so special.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, your phone starts rattling on the table before you. Picking up the device, there's a name across the top of the screen that you're not totally surprised to see; Ashley Tisdale.

"Ash-" You're cut off immediately, Ashley's voice rapidly spilling from the speakers.

"Y/N! Oh my god, girl, are you seeing this!?" There could be a million things your best friend of over a decade could be talking about, but you know instantly what she's referring to. What else is there, really?

"I have yet to pick my jaw back up off the floor." Ashley laughs and you can practically see her now; standing in her living room, probably holding Jupiter on her hip as she paces back and forth in front of the tv. It's hard to keep her still when she's excited. Ashley that is, not Jupiter.

"So what are you gonna do about it? You’re gonna reach out to him, right?” Your eyes widen instantly at Ashley’s questions, the idea seeming absurd to you.

“What!? No, no way! Ash, you know how long it’s been since I’ve spoken to him! That’s out of the question. There’s no shot I’m gonna call him up and say, ‘Hey saw you on tv saying you had a crush on me! Wanna hook up?’ Absolutely not!” The blonde’s laugh cuts through your phone speakers and the sound makes you smile, even with the present state of disbelief you’re in.

“I mean, it could work! He’s a simple guy,” she teases, and you roll your eyes even though she can’t see you. “In all seriousness, though, this is a big deal. I know Austin and he wouldn’t just say something like that and not mean it, no matter how nervous he was.”

You let that roll around in your head for a second. It makes sense and Ashley would know better than anyone, she is his best friend for God’s sake. But still, it just doesn’t seem right to you, it’s too out of the blue.

In reality, it’s your fear of being hurt again, of once again thinking falsely about how someone—how Austin—feels about you that’s preventing you from letting this be something positive.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just stuck on the fact it’s happening now. Why after all this time? It’s been fourteen years, Ashley.” Your voice is timid and your friend can tell even over the phone that you’re scared, even if you won’t admit it. She decides now is the time to let it all out, if only for your sake. It’s better late than never.

“Y/N/N, I have to tell you something.” The sentence makes your throat go dry. As if anything else could happen tonight. You clear your throat and urge your friend to continue.

“What is it?”

“When we were wrapping Aliens, do you remember when I came up to you and Austin after your final scene together? After your kiss?” Your blood runs cold. As if you hadn’t just been thinking about that memory.

“Yeah, what about it?” You’re confused and anxious. This shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it is, at least for you. Because it’s not just some guy or just some crush. It’s Austin, the guy you can honestly say now that you were falling in love with all those years ago. The guy who made you laugh and feel special in a way that no one’s ever been able to replicate. To think you missed something, to think maybe there could’ve been a chance, sends you reeling.

“When I walked up to you I could tell I interrupted something. I think the whole time we were filming I knew there was something happening between you both but I never said anything because I didn’t want to make things awkward for you. I knew when Austin asked if we wanted to go get snacks that he was lying. We may not have known each other for that long at that point, but he was so easy to read it was ridiculous he even tried hiding what he really wanted.” You wince at that, but keep quiet. You wish you could’ve been able to read him that easily, maybe things would’ve been different.

“I never asked him about it, but I think it was two years after that when he admitted everything to me on his own. You were off filming your show and Austin and Vanessa were just starting to get serious. We were hanging out like we always do, we had a couple drinks, and were trying to find a movie when suddenly Aliens in the Attic came on! We watched it just for shits and giggles but then the ending came when you guys kiss and I could tell Austin wanted to talk about something. I paused the movie and turned to him and took one look in his eyes and knew I was right about the two of you before he even said anything.

“He liked you, babe. Like really, truly liked you. He didn’t say it but I think it was more like loved you. You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, about what it was like between you both. I asked him about that day, called him out on his lie, and he told me straight up he wanted to ask you out but got too scared. Austin said he wanted to tell you so many times when you would talk on the phone, wanted to try and make it work even though you moved countries, but he just couldn’t admit it. Convinced himself it wouldn’t work. And then I introduced him to Vanessa and things took off from there. He said it was for the best and that he felt good with V.

“After he said all that he tried to play it off, make it seem like his feelings for you were gone, that the past was the past and it just wasn’t meant to be. But I could tell there was still something there. I know he loved her so much, Y/N, but I swear to God after that night I never once saw his eyes shine again like they did when he talked about you.”

Sinking into the couch, you feel as if you’re in some kind of dream space. Nothing quite seems real as you stare at your television and watch as the man of the hour laughs at something James has said, while you try your best to process all that Ashley has revealed.

“Oh my god,” you croak out, your mouth feeling incredibly dry. Mind racing, you can’t quite find the right words to articulate what you’re feeling.

“I know it’s a lot and kind of sounds crazy, but it’s all true. Hell, I don’t even know if Austin remembers it happening, but I’ve never forgotten it. I’m sorry I kept it from you but I figured it was best; Austin was getting serious about Vanessa and you were busy with your show and casually dating at the time. I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama or hurt. Ugh, maybe I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve said something that last night of filming!” It’s obvious the girl feels bad about it all, conflicted even. Even in your shocked state, you immediately put a stop to her worries.

“Ash, please don’t blame yourself for anything. Even if you had told me what Austin said or if you had done something when we wrapped, it wouldn’t have changed anything. I still would’ve gotten the show offer and still would’ve moved. Austin and I didn’t deserve to jump into something just for us to be torn apart. Besides, he and Vanessa would’ve crossed paths anyways. It was never going to be him and I. If not Vanessa, Austin would’ve found some other girl. Our lives just didn’t line up back then, that had to be some kind of sign we weren’t meant to be.” Your voice trails off, mind traveling back to those years and how hard it was to keep your closest relationships afloat. You can’t even imagine what it would’ve been like trying to keep a romantic relationship going, especially being separated by an ocean.

There’s a part of your brain that tells you you would’ve tried with Austin despite the obstacles, would’ve done anything to keep him close and not lose contact like you did. You shake it off quickly before it can consume you.

“You’re right about the timing and distance I suppose, but you're wrong about you and Austin not being meant to be.” Ashley pauses for a moment, thinking about her next words. She takes a breath and then, “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be back then, but what if it’s meant to be now.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you do your best to not choke on it. “I don’t know about that. I-It’s been too long. We were just kids back then. I don’t even know who he is anymore. Besides, even if he’s being serious about me being his celebrity crush, that’s all it is. It’s not like he said he’s in love with me.”

Bringing your feet up on the couch, you hug your knees close to your chest, needing some sort of comfort and a way to ground yourself. This past half hour has been one of the craziest of your life, and that’s saying something.

“He may not have said it, but he’s sure shown it.” Ashley goes quiet for a moment, you can hear shuffling and small noises from Jupiter; she must be putting her to bed. The lack of conversation leaves you a moment to ponder what your friend might mean. How has Austin shown he loves you? You haven’t even been in the same room together for over a decade. She must be mistaken.

Before you get a chance to dismiss her claims, the actress chimes in again. “Just hear me out on the things I’m about to tell you, okay? Over these past few years since Austin and Vanessa’s breakup, I’ve noticed certain things that make me believe Austin at least still thinks about you, and I say 'thinks' since I can tell you don’t want to believe it’s love.” There’s a joking edge to her voice and you lightly laugh at the way she’s able to know your thoughts without even being with you in person.

The whole thing seems absurd. You don’t really understand how you got to this point; discussing with your best friend how a man you knew fourteen years ago might still have feelings for you, but here you are. There is a tiny part of you that thinks maybe it isn’t so absurd because maybe, just maybe, you still have feelings for him too.

“Okay,” you decide. “Lay it on me.”

“Alright so I’m just gonna be honest and tell you he hasn’t said anything to me about it upfront, but like I said he’s easier to read than Jupiter’s baby books so I can tell this man is hiding something from me.” The both of you chuckle and you shake your head. This girl truly never misses a beat.

“First of all, he hasn’t dated anyone in three years, Y/N/N. Sure he’s hooked up with one or two girls, but every time I ask if this new girl is the one, he says it’s not gonna work out, that she’s not the one. And when I try to get it out of him who he thinks the one is, he looks at me like a little boy afraid to say he has a crush on a girl at school and then changes the subject.”

“Ashley-“

“Wait! No, okay, I know what you’re gonna say. You’re gonna say ‘that could mean anything, that doesn’t automatically make me the girl he’s talking about’, and that’s what I thought at first too, but then he started asking about you.”

Heat rushes to your face, your chest beginning to tighten as a fluttering feeling takes over your body. He asked about me? You bite your bottom lip and rub your hand over your face, preparing yourself for what Ashley is going to say next.

“It was subtle, I know he thinks he got away with it, but I knew every time he brought you up, it was because he was trying to find out more about you, trying to figure out a way to get close to you again. He was slick about it at first, would ask how you are when a commercial for one of your movies came up, but then he would straight up ask if you would be coming to the parties or hangouts I would have.”

“Oh my God,” you whisper, once again at a loss for any other words as excitement and disbelief course through your veins.

“I don’t know why he didn’t just ask me for your number, he knows I have it. I should’ve just given it to him but I didn’t want to overstep with you, didn’t know if you would want me to. I knew how busy you were and figured you wouldn’t have the time or maybe just wouldn’t want to considering how long it had been since you guys talked. I should’ve just been my normal scheming self and handed it over. To be fair I did try to get you guys together without either of you knowing over these last few years after I realized what he was up to-“

“Ashley!” You shriek, laughter erupting from within you and ringing out across your living room.

“What!? I couldn’t help it! It was clear to me Austin was into you, or at least wanted to reconnect, and I kinda wanted to see what happened! I told you I knew there was something between you guys way back then so I figured you probably felt the same as him. It never worked though because every time he would come to my functions, you couldn’t, and every time you would come, he couldn’t! I for sure thought it would finally happen when we had Juju’s party, but you had to leave to catch your flight right before Austin got there. It’s like you guys kept missing each other.”

Every single one of those instances floods your mind as Ashley says this. To think you guys could’ve been reunited, but something or someone pulled you away from it every time. And Jupiter’s birthday? The fact you missed him by mere minutes. You don’t know whether to take this all as a good or bad sign, clearly Austin wants to be in your life, but the universe seemingly has other plans.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you breathe out. “I mean, that’s crazy, right? It’s like we’re on the same path to each other, but we’re taking different routes, just missing each other every single time.”

"I know you're probably thinking this might be a bad sign, but I don't think it is. You and Austin had a bond that not many people get to have in their lifetime. You don't just forget about something like that. Sure you haven't talked in years, but that doesn't mean you still can't care for each other. Sometimes the universe has a plan that may not always happen when you want it to, but it's there. Like you said, it's like you're on the same path to each other, and maybe it's finally time the two of you are meant to be back together."

Ashley's words hit you hard. On the outside it might look like you and Austin just aren't supposed to cross paths again, but there's no way that could be true, not with all that's happened.

"I can't believe this is actually happening," you say. "All this time I thought I lost him for good, that he never felt the same as me back then." Tilting your head back on your couch, you let out a short, breathy laugh.

"And to think it's all because Austin just had to spill his guts on television." Once again you find yourself laughing with your best friend. To think you met two of the most important and special people in your life on the set of a silly little alien movie is so crazy, but you're glad it happened. You really don't think you'd be where you are today if things had been different, you definitely could say it was fate.

"So what do I do? Damn, I really am gonna have to call him and say 'Hey saw you on tv saying you had a crush on me! Wanna hook up?', aren't I?"

Ashley snorts on the other line and the sound makes you giggle. “Okay honestly, for once I’m gonna go back on what I’ve said. I definitely think this is too much to discuss over a phone call. You two need to be face to face when this happens.”

“I guess start your party planning then because I have no idea how else I’m supposed to meet him in person without having to call him first.”

While you sit on the couch and begin to nibble lightly on your bottom lip as you contemplate, an idea immediately comes to Ashley’s mind, and she knows the second she thinks of it that you’re not gonna like it.

“What if-,“ she hesitates, tossing the idea back and forth in her head, trying to decide if it really is the way to go. She decides it doesn’t hurt to at least suggest it. “What if you talked to him at the Met?”

You blink and then your eyes go wide. The thought of meeting up with Austin at the Met Gala hadn’t even crossed your mind. To be fair you’ve been trying to block it out since you found out you’d both be attending. The prospect of running into him for the first time in fourteen years during one of the biggest nights of the year sort of terrifies you.

“I-I mean I guess I could but-,“ shaking your head, you let out a huff and lean back into the couch.

“I know it’s not ideal, but this is your chance! I know you guys have obligations in the beginning, but the rest of the night is yours! You can find a cozy little corner to chat or whatever…” Ashley giggles and you gasp.

“Ashley, seriously!?” The girl laughs and you just roll your eyes, fighting back a smile.

“I’m sorry! I know this is serious, I’ll stop. But honestly, Y/N, this could work. It’s two weeks away, you have plenty of time to prepare. I know there’s no guarantee of anything happening, but don’t you at least wanna see what happens? This could change everything.” Ashley’s tone is light and supportive, you know she’s rooting for you and Austin, apparently always has been.

You know she’s right, that this could really be it. Maybe the universe really did have a plan for you and Austin all along, sure it wasn’t when you wanted it to happen, but it’s better late than never. There’s only one way to find out.

“Okay,” you reply. “I’ll do it. I’ll talk to Austin at the Met Gala.”

*****

The last two weeks have been…interesting to say the least. When Austin’s interview aired, you thought nothing of it in terms of media and fan attention, surely nothing would come of it. The only ones who would notice and mull it over would be you and Ashley, but boy were you wrong.

For fourteen straight days your socials have been filled with tags, comments, and mentions of you and Austin. All of which include photos or videos of the two of you from your days working on Aliens. There were so many people picking apart everything they could, theorizing, and making absurd assumptions. Majority of the time everything was light hearted and funny, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of how weird it all felt.

While looking at everything and seeing all the comments, it made you feel like you were right back on that set, like you were fourteen years in the past and you couldn’t make your way out. The whole thing made you feel like a teenager again, made you feel like that naive girl who was falling for her costar.

It’s funny how easy it is to slip back into those feelings, how some photos or clips dug up from strangers on the internet can suddenly transport you back to a time you tried hard to forget about and move on from. For the past few days you’ve been fighting with yourself on whether you’re taking that as a good or bad thing, but for now the jury is still out.

It’s almost time now. Any minute your car would pull up to the Met and you’d find yourself climbing those stairs and making your way to the one person who’s taken up space in your mind for two weeks.

Anxiety is definitely starting to rattle your bones and for once it isn’t because of the paparazzi or fans. It’s because of a boy, a man.

Times goes faster than you would’ve liked and suddenly you're stepping out to a swarm of flashing lights and excited screams. Somehow these things calm you, ground you. You choose to ignore the reason for this; the chaos drowns out your thoughts of seeing Austin tonight.

Staff ushers you along as you make your way towards the entrance of the building. Even with the fluid movement of everything, there’s no doubt you’re turning heads, almost forcing everyone to stop what they’re doing in order to get a look at you.

The past few years when it comes to the Met it’s no secret that people have been disappointed in certain looks, disappointed in a clear lack of on-theme fashion. But that’s so far from what’s happening with you tonight.

People would bet money that if Anna Wintour laid eyes on you right now, she would fall to her knees in both gratitude and awe over how on theme and brilliant you look. And that is saying something.

The fact that what you're wearing is even a topic to be discussed leaves you giggling and shaking your head, being a celebrity sure is crazy sometimes.

For a moment, you take a mental step back and really take everything in. It's crazy to you how far you've come, how much things have changed in such a short time. In just over a decade your whole life has been turned around. You've had experiences you've only ever dreamed of and it just keeps getting better. Not a day will ever go by where you aren't thankful for what's happened to you.

Sure, maybe you would've changed some things, taken different paths, or tried a little more with certain people. But at the end of the day all of that led you to where you are now—right here.

Keeping that in mind, you allow yourself to take a breath, to stop obsessing over what may or may not happen with Austin—if you even get a chance to talk to him. Stressing out over what ifs will do nothing good for you, and you know that. Whatever's meant to be, will be. Good or bad—with or without Austin—tonight will happen as it should.

You tilt your head down and close your eyes for a second, smile at the thought if it all, and then proceed to head inside.

*****

As the night goes on, it's clear to you that there's a possibility you really won't speak to Austin this evening. Somehow, you haven't seen him at all. You wouldn't have even known he showed if it wasn't for one of your friends gushing over how great the whole 'Elvis ensemble' looked earlier.

To be fair, you haven't really gotten a chance to even look for the guy. It's like everywhere you turn there's a friend or work colleague pulling you every which way and wanting to talk to you. It warms your heart to be speaking with so many lovely people, but if you wanted to even have a chance at letting something happen between you and Austin tonight, it would have to happen fast. The night may be young, but people would be leaving the museum soon to attend the countless after parties thrown throughout the night.

Who knows, you think, maybe Austin already left...

*****

Unbeknownst to you, Austin had seen you countless times tonight. Each time he caught a glimpse of you he was awestruck, as if he had never seen such a beautiful person before. But it was more than that too, it was the way he would watch as you laughed at something your friend would say, the way you would smile when greeting someone. Austin so desperately wanted to walk over to you—to hear that laugh and to have you smile at him like that. He had missed it so much.

But each time he would gather up the courage, someone would pull him away towards some producer he just had to talk to, or to some chairman he didn't even know existed until tonight, or to just someone who wasn't you.

Austin did his best to not look like a creep as he kept sneaking quick glances at you as often as he could. There was a part of him that hoped maybe you were looking to catch his eye as much as he wanted to catch yours. Every time you'd scan the area—as if you were looking for someone—his pulse would jump. You'd be just about to see him when someone would call your name or pull you away. You were constantly slipping through his fingers, have been for the past fourteen years from what he could gather from Ashley, and he wants that to end now—he needs it to.

"Austin." The blonde nearly jumps out of his seat as he's ripped from his thoughts. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, hoping and praying he didn't just get caught staring at you as you speak to Daisy Edgar-Jones.

It's Priscilla and from the knowing look on her face Austin can tell he's busted. "M'sorry, what did you say?" Austin does his best to look fully invested in the woman sitting beside him, but no amount of fake attentiveness could fool Priscilla Presley.

"I said," Priscilla smiles. "When are you going to stop staring at that girl and go talk to her?"

Austin can feel the heat rising to his face and he tries to collect himself as much as possible in order to not let on to anything. "I-uh, I don't-." He chuckles, not totally sure on how to salvage this.

"Oh c'mon, Austin. You've been looking at her since the moment we got here. I didn't think anything of it, but when Baz was talking to you earlier and all you were doing was looking over his shoulder at her, I could tell something was up."

Austin immediately feels a small sense of shame, "I hadn't realized. M'so sorry, Priscilla. I didn't mean to be disrespectful or anything, especially not to you and Baz-"

Priscilla shakes her head, placing her hand on Austin's arm to let him know she's not trying to reprimand him. "There's nothing to apologize for! Trust me when I tell you it went right over Baz's head. He's so invested in this whole thing and drunk off the champagne he didn't even notice. I'm saying this to you because I want to know why you haven't gone over to her yet. We've just been sitting here for over a half hour, there's nothing stopping you from reaching out to her."

Austin can tell by the look in Priscilla's eyes that she knows something is up. She can tell he cares for the girl and wants to talk to her, she just can't understand why he hasn't already. You don't look at a woman like that and not go up to her.

"I just-I want to it's just-" Austin feels at a loss for words. His eyes flick to you across the room and his heart nearly bursts at the sight. He doesn't understand how he could care for someone so much even after how long it's been since you two have spoken. He's never been able to shake the way you make him feel, even after he fell in love with someone else and buried his feelings for you deep down, they were still always there. You were still always there.

"I know it may not seem like it, but I am hip to what goes on online. She's that girl you worked with a long time ago that everyone's talking about, isn't she?" Priscilla's eyes and smile are warm, inviting. She has this way about her that's always been able to calm Austin. Even when he was nervous as all get out when he met her for the first time, she was able to ease his nerves. Able to make him feel like he had someone to talk to, someone looking out for him.

The actor can feel his shoulders relax, feel some of the tension melt away as he decides there's no better person to open up to about love than Priscilla.

"Yeah, she is," Austin smiles. "If I'm bein' honest with you, I'm pretty sure I've been in love with her since I was seventeen years old. Sure I fell for other people, but I think there's a part of me that's always known no one else has ever, or will ever, make me feel the way she did-does."

There's a sense of relief Austin feels as the words leave his lips. He never thought he'd ever admit that to anyone, especially not out loud, and yet here he is. And if someone were to ask how it feels, he'd say it feels damn good.

"That's a beautiful feeling to have, and to know it as well. Not a lot of people find that person that makes them feel such a way, and they definitely don't always get the chance to have them back in their lives when they do."

Austin reaches out to grab Priscilla's hand and she places her other on top of his, squeezing it lightly. "No, they don't."

There's an unspoken understanding passed between the two. A nod to a past love and the chance a different ending can be written for a present one.

"I may not know a lot about the two of you, but it's clear to me you care a lot for this young woman and you can't let anything hold you back from finally going after her, from telling her how you feel. Love is one of the most important things in a person's life, and you've got to do everything you can to hold it close while you still can."

Austin nods his head, understanding completely what Priscilla is telling him. He knows with all his heart she's right; that he can't let anything or anyone hold him back any longer from the one he truly loves, not even himself.

"Go, Austin. It's obvious there's something destined to happen between you both; timing doesn't align like this for no reason. Now is your chance." Priscilla lets go of Austin's hand and there's a glint in her eyes Austin's only ever seen a few times before, all for the same reason.

As the blonde begins to stand up, he stops for a second. "Thank you, Priscilla, truly."

The woman closes her eyes briefly, nodding her head. Austin smiles once more before turning and walking straight to the person he's wanted to talk to for fourteen years, not stopping for anything.

*****

Taking a final sip of your drink, you stand from your chair. Half your table has cleared out, leaving with excited mumblings of after parties and late night escapades.

Part of you aches to stay longer to try and seek out Austin, but you really have no way to. All of your friends have already gone, the only one left being Daisy, but she wants to leave now too. Sure you could stay on your own, but who would be your cover? You don't really want to go walking around asking if anyone has seen the Elvis star—not with everything that's been going on in the media lately. You'd hate to draw attention to your desire to seek out an old friend and have it spin into something it's not.

"Ready?" Daisy asks from beside you, a light smile on her lips. Nodding, you return her smile before taking one last look around the extravagant room, hoping to catch a flash of familiar sandy hair somewhere.

"Yeah let's-"

Cutting yourself off, your neck nearly snaps at the speed in which you turn it back around. It was only for a second that you saw him, and only out of the corner of your eye, but you would recognize that face anywhere. It's Austin. And he's coming straight towards you.

Daisy notices your sudden change in demeanor instantly and it doesn't take her long to figure out what's happening. She sees the blonde and connects the dots. It's hard for her to contain her smile.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah?" She says, drawing your attention away from the approaching actor. Your eyes widen a little as you turn towards her again. There's no shot she missed your reaction, but you're glad it's Daisy who's caught it and not someone else. You told her a little about what's going on the other day when you were catching up, and you know she'd take everything to her grave if you asked her to.

"Yeah, of course." Reaching out to grasp her hand you whisper, "Thank you."

Daisy squeezes your hand in hers, nodding. "You're welcome and good luck." The girl gives you a knowing look before grabbing her clutch from the table and following the steady stream of people towards the exit.

Even over the constant flow of chatter and light music, you hear when Austin's steps stop behind you. You know that this is it, the moment you turn around everything will change. This could mean nothing, Austin could simply want to exchange pleasantries and catch up, but there's a part of you that knows that's far from what's going to happen.

Turning on your heels, you're met with ocean blue eyes you never thought you'd see in person again, and suddenly your mind is completely numb. All previous thoughts and anxieties are thrown out the window as you get lost in those big blue orbs.

"You look...beautiful," Austin gasps out. The comment leaves your cheeks feeling flushed, but you do your best to not shy away.

"Thank you," You whisper, your voice failing you as you're hit with so many emotions. If you thought seeing those old videos and pictures of you and Austin would be bad, it's got nothing on how you feel with him standing right here in front of you.

It's been over a decade and yet it's as if no time has passed at all. He's the same boy from that movie set all those years ago. Sure he's older, more defined, but he's got those same warm features. That same inviting and comforting aura that drew you to him in the first place.

"How long's it been?" He questions, but you can tell he knows exactly how long it's been. You can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks over your features as if he can't get enough of you, as if he's been waiting ages for this day.

"Fourteen years," you both say at the same time. There's a beat of silence, the weight of that revelation being spoken to each other for the first time hanging in the air.

The way it makes you feel is odd. There's a rush of sadness that passes through you and it passes through Austin as well. It's funny how quickly time flys. How it never really affected you because you had always been so busy. You didn't have time to think about what could've been with Austin, you didn't allow yourself to. You practically built a wall to block out the what ifs and the feelings you knew you had to let go of.

But knowing what you know now—that there could've been a chance and the fact he’s here with you—makes it all come crashing down.

In an instant you find yourself lunging towards the man before you, wrapping your arms tightly around him and falling in an embrace you haven't had in a long time.

To hell with the gossip, you think, let them talk. I missed him.

To anyone else the way Austin holds you so tightly might feel uncomfortable, but for you it's the most comfortable you've felt in a while. You bask in the way his scent and warmth envelops you. It's all so strangely familiar, yet you also had forgotten the way it felt to be wrapped in his arms. You wish with all your heart that you never had to forget in the first place.

"Why did you never reach out to me?" The words leave your lips so fast you surprise yourself. It could be seen as hypocritical asking this of Austin because why didn't you reach out? But the difference is, you always thought Austin never felt anything for you. You were under the impression he found his match and that was the end of it. You felt rejected only to find out there was something there all along. Why didn't he let you know sooner?

Austin takes a breath, sighing into the side of your head. It's obvious he has a lot to share with you, to explain. You want nothing more than to hear all of it and to have everything make sense. You’d sit with him all night if you have to.

Releasing his arms from around you, Austin takes a step back and softly turns you towards your table. He places a hand on the small of your back and leads you to your chair. The both of you sit down and you turn towards Austin to show him he has your full attention.

Unlike just a few moments ago, Austin looks anywhere but at you. He’s nibbling on his bottom lip and contemplating how he’s going to explain himself. There’s definitely a reason for the fact he didn’t try to contact you sooner, why he didn’t make more of an effort to keep in touch, why he didn’t fight for you.

He just doesn’t know how he’s going to explain it to you. Austin’s struggled to admit it to himself for so long, so admitting it to the woman it all has to do with is borderline terrifying for him.

“Aus,” you say, reaching out to give his hand a light squeeze. “It’s okay. You can talk to me, you know that.”

The blonde slowly raises his eyes to yours and sees how genuine your concern is. He can tell that you need this. It breaks his heart knowing how long he’s left you hanging without any explanation as to what he felt. Austin feels like an idiot over the fact you thought he felt nothing for you while the whole time it was the opposite.

All because of my own fears, he thinks, my own insecureties...

Austin shakes his head, essentially shaking off his nerves. He can't let them hold him back anymore. He can't let himself hold him back from going after what he really wants, who he really wants. Austin wants to be honest with you, he needs to.

"Y/N, I never reached out to you because I thought I wasn't good enough for you."

The statement practically knocks you over. Your head jolts back in confusion and your eyes go wide, disbelief clouding your features instantly. "Austin, why in the world would you think that?"

You don't want to diminish the importance and validity of Austin's feelings and fears, but the fact he believed he wasn't good enough for you is beyond mind-boggling.

A small smile tugs at a corner of Austin's lips, realization dawning on him that maybe it was a little silly to feel that way. But it's what he's always felt as soon as you left for your tv show, and he hasn't been able to shake it since.

"I-I don't know. You left the country and I saw how big your career was gettin' and I thought I wouldn't be able to compare, that you could do better, that you could be with someone more on your level. I know it may sound stupid but it's true. I also didn't want to come between your success or hold you back in any way. Trust me that not a day went by after we wrapped on Aliens that I didn't want to do better at stayin' in contact, but I figured with your big break that it was no use. You shouldn't have to choose between trying to make a relationship or your career work. So I just let it go. I let you go when I shouldn't have."

"Austin," your lip trembles as you try to not be consumed by your emotions. The fact he felt like this, no matter if it had even been a little bit, hurts your heart in a way you've never experienced before.

The actor lifts his hand in an effort to try and halt you feeling bad for him. "Sweetheart, please don't get upset over this, okay? It was all on me, I should've done something about it instead of keeping it from you back then. Lettin’ our relationship crumble is the worst thing I've ever done and I'm sorry.

"I thought after a few years that I had gotten over it. As you know I was in a committed relationship and I felt a good balance during it. I thought I had grown and that I could handle the fact my career wasn't at an extreme height compared to my partner's. So when that relationship ended I had a lot of time to reflect and figure out what it was I really wanted. I came back to America after filming Elvis and I swear to God when I stepped off that plane one of the first things I saw was a billboard with you on it for one of your new movies at the time.

"I figured this had to be some sorta sign or somethin'. But the more I kept thinkin' about it and figurin' out how I could reach out to you, the more I started to doubt myself. I felt like I was a teenager again questionin' if I was good enough for you. You were in all these huge films and seen with these other guys who are so much more successful than me, and I didn't know if you would even wanna talk to me considerin' how much time had passed."

Austin takes a breath, feeling like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. It was a lot to admit, but letting you know exactly how he felt all these years is such a relief. He's kicking himself for not doing it sooner, for letting more time pass that he could've spent with you—as a friend at the very least.

He shouldn't have relied on possibly running into you at Ashley's parties, he should've just taken the leap and gotten your number. What's done is done though and there's no going back, but he sure as hell is gonna do everything he can to stay close with you going forward.

“Austin,” you start, feeling very much overwhelmed in both a good and bad way. No matter how you’re feeling though, you won’t allow Austin to think he’s inferior to you or that you wouldn’t want to talk to him because that’s so beyond far from the truth. “Never would I ever not wanna talk to you. If anything you’re one of the only people I’ve wanted to talk to these past few years. I’ve missed you like nobody’s business and I hate the fact you’ve ever felt anything less than equal when it comes to me and my success, and that those feelings forced you to stay away.

“No matter how many movies or shows I do, or what famous people I’m seen with, none of it will ever change the way I feel about you or make me see you in a different light. You’re one of, if not the, most honest and kind people I have ever met. I may not have known you for long way back then, but every single moment we spent together has stuck with me, and the way you treated me and made me feel has never left my mind. No one’s ever been as special to me as you were, Austin—as you are.”

The way Austin's eyes shine with emotion is indescribable. Somehow they get even more blue, a pale color you could get lost in for hours if given the chance. It's clear how impactful your words are on him, so you let him take a moment to just gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, I-I don't even know what to say," he chuckles, rubbing his fingers over his chin. "There aren't really enough words out there to describe how much that means to me, how much you mean to me. Gosh, m’just so sorry I let so much time pass between us and that I let my insecurities get the best of me."

You had begun shaking your head before Austin even finished what he was saying. "Don't be sorry. We both had our own part in everything and I would never hold that to you, especially when it comes to insecurities. I just hope you know how much I appreciate you being honest with me and letting me know everything. It definitely answers a lot of questions I had back then."

Austin nods his head and smiles lightly at you. It's a relief for him to know that helped you in some way. He knows finally letting it out absolutely helped him.

"And hey," you continue, a teasing tone poking through. "There's no way you can still feel like that, Mr. Elvis Presley himself! Like are you kidding me, Aus? That's incredible, I'm so proud of you and how far you've come. You deserve this so much and I know only a little bit has been shared, but I can just tell you're going to be amazing in that film. I can't wait to see it."

Your smile is wide as you watch Austin get shy, his cheeks reddening and his hand immediately rubbing the back of his neck. The sight makes you feel giddy.

"Thank you, Y/N/N. I appreciate that a lot. I really hope you do enjoy it when it comes out." There's a timid tone of pride as Austin says this. It's so surreal for him to think about how this film is actually real, and even more so that people are excited to see it. He's grateful for all the work he's ever done, but this is beyond his wildest dreams, and he can't wait for you to see it.

"You're welcome," you grin. "I'm sure I will."

There's a comforting stillness that surrounds you both for a few moments. The two of you just staring at each other fondly, feeling a fourteen year weight off your shoulders. It's a lot to take in all at once, especially after so much time, but it feels good and as if you're picking up right where you both left off. The questions and doubt you've carried for years finally roll off your back and you feel like you can start fresh with Austin, like things can be different after all.

"So, there's a lot to catch up on, isn't there?" Austin says, a coy smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, there is," you reply, settling more into your chair as you eagerly await the endless stories you know are coming.

"Where should we start?"

You ponder that question for a moment, thinking of where the best place to begin your catch up would be. It doesn't take long for the only correct answer to surface in your mind.

"How about right where we left off?" You suggest.

"Sounds perfect."

*****

You're not sure how much time has passed since you and Austin started reminiscing, but from the state of the gala around you—or at least what's left of it—it's been a while.

In the time you've spent chatting with Austin and getting to know who he is now, you realize just how aligned your lives have always been.

There's this little café in Los Angeles that you always pass by when you're out and about, and they have the best drinks and food you could imagine, so you stop there in the mornings before you start your day. Turns out Austin goes to the same place, except instead of in the morning, he goes at the end of his day right before he goes home.

Another thing was when Austin brought up how he saw your billboard when he got off the plane, it reminded you of how you had the same experience when you got back to LA from filming your tv show. While you were on your way home from the airport you saw a bus with an advertisement for the show he had been on at the time, The Carrie Diaries, and it had made you want to reach out to him as well. Of course you never did, though.

All of these things coming to light had made the two of you laugh so many times throughout your conversation. It was crazy to think about how many times you missed reuniting with each other, either unknowingly or knowingly.

Despite the time lost, you're honestly just grateful to be back in Austin's life now. Maybe him spilling his guts on national television wasn't so bad after all. Without it, you really might never have crossed paths again, even with being at the Met together.

"Austin," someone says off to the side of you. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but Baz is making his way out and I figured you'd want to say goodbye before he leaves."

The voice is gentle and calm, and when you look up to see who it belongs to you nearly fall out of your seat. Priscilla Presley in the flesh. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your jaw from dropping.

Austin basically startles, suddenly realizing where he is. He got so caught up in listening to your stories and telling his own that he completely forgot he was even at an event.

"Oh absolutely, thank you, Priscilla. I'll be right there, I'll be just a moment."

Priscilla smiles warmly at Austin, and then her gaze quickly shifts to you. You can feel her kindness and compassion without her even having to say anything. She looks back towards Austin and you watch as she reaches up and lightly squeezes his shoulder, a knowing look passing between them.

You wonder what it is she's communicating to him, but something tells you it has everything to do with Austin coming over here to speak with you. The thought makes you feel warm inside.

In an instant, Priscilla's gone and it's just you and Austin once more. You know he has to leave now to say his goodbyes, so you begin to stand up from your chair. Austin does the same.

"She seems amazing," you say, staring in the direction Priscilla set off towards. You catch a glimpse of her as she laughs at something Baz Luhrmann has said.

"Yeah, she's incredible," Austin gushes. "I'll have to introduce you two properly sometime."

There's a shyness in Austin as he awaits your response. He doesn't want to overstep or push you into anything. From what he can tell he thinks you want to be back in his life as much as he wants to be back in yours, but still he doesn't want to just assume that there will even be a next time between you two.

"I'd love that, Aus," you reassure. His blue eyes meet yours and you can see how happy he is. You're sure your eyes show the same.

Austin looks quickly towards his table and knows he doesn't have much time left with you, so he speaks up before any more time can pass between you. "There's somethn' I wanna ask you. It's somethin' I should've asked you about fourteen years ago."

An airy laugh passes your lips and your heart swells at the idea of what the blonde is about to ask, a familiar feeling settling in your bones. You nod your head for him to go on.

Austin leans in, a little flustered but somehow still exuding the utmost confidence. "Would you wanna go out with me sometime?"

There it is. The question you were hoping he'd ask you all those years ago. It sounds even better than you thought it would.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you to ask me that." Austin laughs and the sound practically rattles your body. You'd never get tired of it. "Of course I would."

Austin wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest and holding you there. Once again you find yourself basking in it, wishing you didn't have to say goodbye already. The fact this won't be the last time you see Austin keeps you happy, though. The fact you have a date with him really seals the deal.

"You ever feel like, I don't know, there's somethin' that ties two people together sometimes? Like they're always gonna be connected, that they were destined for each other or somethin'? Sort of like a-" Austin cuts himself off, trying to think of what it is he's referencing.

"Like an invisible string?" You beam, pulling back to look up at him, knowing precisely what he's getting at.

"Yeah, exactly," he murmurs, staring at you with such adoration you swear you could melt right here.

You lightly squeeze Austin's waist before whispering back to him, "Then yeah, I absolutely do."

*****

It's been a couple weeks since you reunited with Austin at the Met Gala. It had taken a bit of rescheduling and careful planning, but you two were finally able to go on that date, and to say it was one of the best nights of your life would be an understatement.

There was a small part of you that was worried you had exhausted your topics to discuss while at the Met, but the way you and Austin fell into an easy rhythm while going out felt incredible. He made you laugh more times than you could count and just being in his presence again after so long felt like a dream come true. You missed talking to him and feeling a genuine connection with someone.

So, you were ecstatic when he kissed you goodnight. There aren't really words to describe the way it feels to kiss Austin Butler. All you know is that it definitely left you dizzy and wanting more. Needless to say, you can't wait for your next date.

Now, you find yourself in what feels like a full circle moment. Just like Austin was over a month ago, you're sat with James Corden on The Late Late Show. Luckily, you're not playing Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts like Austin had, but you're sure the topic of the two of you will come up soon enough.

The internet was kind of a mess since the Met, even more so than it was before. Word got out that you and Austin had spent the night talking—with a few added assumptions—and it hasn't been the same since. When you got papped while out on your date, that's when it got even worse. It was all so crazy, but all you two really cared about at the end of the day was that you were finally together.

"So, Y/N, I have to ask," James turns the questions to you now instead of your fellow special guest. "There are a few rumors flying about you and a certain blonde heartthrob—care to comment?"

Scattered 'oh's and 'ah's make their way across the audience and your heartbeat picks up a little at the sound. You knew this was coming, but it still makes you feel a little nervous. This relationship between you and Austin is fairly new, even if you have known each other for over a decade, but it's special and you'd hate to make it out to be something it's not.

"What would you like to know, James?" You're willing to throw a bone here and there, it's not like you and Austin are keeping your relationship a secret. You'll only dish out a little, but then it's lips sealed, at least for a little while longer.

"Anything, really. I mean is it true you and Austin reconnected at the Met and then proceeded to go out on a date?" James scoots forward in his chair a little, as if not wanting to miss a single thing you say.

You nod your head, that's obvious enough. Not too personal. It takes a quick search of your names over the past few weeks to connect those dots. "Yeah, it's true. The Met was actually the first time we saw each other in person in fourteen years. It was pretty crazy."

James and the audience react accordingly, finding that little tidbit to be fascinating. It kind of is, in a way. "That is pretty crazy! You know when Austin was on the show a while back and he said you were his celebrity crush, I was just so happy. I knew you guys had worked together a long time ago, so the idea of a reconciliation just seemed so cute to me."

"Thank you! Yeah it was great to meet up with him again. We definitely had a lot to catch up on, and I guess I really have you to thank for that considering it was Austin's comment on the show that sort of set everything in motion," you smile.

The host laughs and then grins before pretending to brush off dust on his shoulders. "Well you know they do say I tend to bring out the best in people. It's a gift, matchmaking."

Everyone laughs and James claps his hands together before shaking his head. "No, I'm joking, but really, Y/N, congratulations on everything. I know it's a tricky subject to bring up so I'll leave it at that, but I'm happy for you and wish you all the best."

"Thank you very much, James, I appreciate that." The man smiles at you before a thought appears to dawn on him.

"Okay wait I lied. I have one more question and then I'm done with you, I swear." You bust out laughing, along with everyone else, and shake your head at him.

"Sure, hit me with it," you giggle, interested to know where this is going.

"Y/N,” James pauses, building up the anticipation in the room. “Who is your celebrity crush?"

You don't even hesitate.

"Austin Butler."

[ladypiscesmoon]

I have just opened up my anons again. Everyone ready to keep it civil this time? All hate will be blocked, I'm not going to answer anymore.

For all the lovely people out there who like me reading for you: I have cleaned out my inbox and made an inventory list of all readings I will do first.

What a list. And all the smaller pulls too. I only closed anons for a week or so, these are all older asks. Some of the smaller pulls I will do on Instagram, when the first one is posted I will warn you, so you can follow me there too.

Have a nice day!!

Readings:

In the next few weeks I start on the following list of readings. Some are long overdue and I am sorry for it, but 2024 wasn't the best of years. In the summer of 2023 my depression started to play up again and I had to take care of myself and wait until I was in the right headspace again for readings. In March my husband got sick.

But eventually, I'm here and I will give priority to the following list:

Paul Mescal. soulmate reading

Austin Butler. future spouse

Austin Butler&Kaia Gerber. relationship

Jude Bellington love life/ft spouse/career

kit young&Jack Wolfe friends/coworkers

Simone Ashley. love life/ft spouse

Bill Skargard. general reading

David& Victoria Beckham. marriage

Hozier ft spouse/love life/career

Matt Smith. ft spouse/career

Anthony Starr&Erin Moriarty. former relationship

Enzo Vogrincic. soulmate reading

Yunho Ateez. relationship wit a florist

Louis Hamilton love life/ft spouse

Joe Burrow. love life

Bratt Pitt. ft spouse

Lando Norris. ft spouse

Noel Gallangher general reading

Harry Styles. ft spouse/ new album

Charles Leclerc. feature spouse (already in his life)

Henry Cavill love life/professional life

Frankie Rodriguez and Joe serafini? They are 5 years into their relationship. Will they get married? Are they secretly in engaged Have they talked about marriage?

Andrew Scott&Ben Aldridge relationship

Kylian Mbappe. ft spouse reading

Glen Powell love life/ft spouse

Timothée Chalamet ft spouse

Smaller pulls:

Hiii hope ur well! Could you please do a reading on Ross Lynch and Laura Marano’s friendship? Are they on good terms? Ty! Is there any romance/feelings between them?

Does Carlos Sainz miss his ex-girlfriend Isabel?

Are Jude and Jobe Bellingham in love with someone at the moment?

How are the Bellingham parents doing? Are Mark and Denise still in love?

Hi can you ask how Nicola Coughlan is doing?

Can you do a quick love reading for Kim Namjoon (RM of BTS)? Thanks 🥰

What will Club Chalamet's reaction be if Timmy is associating with Armie?

Do you know Hugh Grosvenor? He married this June and maybe the cards know if he is still in love. Maybe a baby will arrive soon? Thank you

Can you Pic some cards for Taylor zakhar perez and his partner. How's their relationship is going on?

Is Yunho Ateez dating a florist?

Is Simone Ashley in love with her boyfriend or another friend? rumors that boyfriend is on tinder.

Alex Turner &Louise Verneuil energy/relationship

Anthony Starr current energy

Is the relationship between Henry Cavill and Natalie Viscuso a pr stunt?

Damon Baker and Simon Loof have fallen out over something. Can you do a reading if it was over unrequited feelings? Some people think Damon wanted to have something more romantically with Simon but Simon didn't feel the same.

Omar Rudberg and Nurbo Bozan Was there cheating? Who broke up with who and why?

Do you think timothee figured out theres money missing from his money or did he figure brain stealing from him

Alexander Skarsgard and Tuva Novotny. What their relationship is like and will their relationship last?

how is Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet relationship at this moment?

How is Nicole Alexander and his gf Victoria relationship and was there something between him ad Tatyana or they were just friends

Why Liz don't stop effie from posting disgusting stuff about harper and Ford if she can team up with effie to destroy armie then why she doesn't say her to stop.

Hi, could you please check how are Armie's kids doing?How is their relationship with Armie? Have they heard rumors about Armie (or has Elizabeth fed them bad thoughts.

year ahead Matt Bomer

year ahead Jonathan Bailey

year ahead Matt Bomer&Simon Halls

[therealslimshakespeare]

I dunno why I’m such a sucker for Gale actually getting taken down a peg, he’s such a doll and such a leader I dunno why i have the impulse to lick his tears…wait, no, I do, it’s Austin Butler’s face

this is so fucking real

sending this exact ask to steph

Oh my goshhhhh, if I had seen this before I’d have replied directly to you but here’s all my ramblings, dear, darling soulmate:💋🤭

Here, and a crying blurb besides

Also 👆🏻 anybody else get a little too squirmy when this man had a crying fit in frustration over having to salvo his bombs on his first mission? What if he cried from some other kinda frustration, huh? Huh??? Those are the sorta deep questions I ask in my up upcoming crucible fic 🫶🏼🤧

[winniemaywebber]

Alright, brace yourself for what might just be the zombies t question you've ever received! So, just to let you know , and as much as I can tell it seems like we're both low-key obsessed with the same MOTA actors - Nate Mann, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle, and Austin Butler? Well, I've been playing astro-detective and trying to pinpoint Nate's birthday using astrology.

Now, I'm a Leo with Virgo rising, and I totally vibed with Callum, who's an Aquarius (and dating Dua Lipa, another Leo, by the way). But get this, Anthony's a Gemini, and let's just say, it's a love-hate thing because my sister's also a Gemini. And Austin? Oh yeah, he's a Leo too, just adding to the cosmic chaos! Now, back to the mystery – Nate! I got some seriously good vibes from him, and now I'm dying to know his zodiac sign. Let the cosmic investigation begin!"

What’s your zodiac sign?

Please do remember that this is a silly ask and it is made purely for fun!

no this is WONDERFUL I love it

I'm a gemini with Aquarius rising. so from what I gather, anto and I would create chaos because we're both Gemini. now he and Nate work so well together and are so chaotic that I assumed Nate was also a Gemini but I'm also leaning towards Aries because they give that platonic soulmate vibe!!!

[elvisabutler]

celebration/gala/blurb/misc masterlist

500 Follower Gala Blurbs and Misc

austin butler - you know i love you, so don’t you pay ‘em no mind austin elvis knife kink - you may be good looking but you're not a work of art theory on when the COMEback special moment was. about the COMEback special moment existing in general. on priscilla actress songs. austin elvis x reader x olivia priscilla bondage kink pt. 1 - strangelove that's how my love goes. ( this piece and the right one below tie into gravity from kinktober. ) austin elvis x reader x olivia priscilla bondage kink pt. 2 - now i'm caught in between elvis presley, girls girls girls "little elvis" scene - the walls have ears ( but not eyes ) austin butler, meet cute - cooking is my love language austin butler, fluff, "don't worry i'm staying right here." - my heart beats for you austin butler elvis gun kink - russian roulette austin butler, smut, "we past just friends about 20 fucks ago." - friends don't know the way you taste. austin elvis, angst, "are you drunk? i thought you stopped drinking?" - it’s never safe for us not even in the evening ‘cos i’ve been drinking austin butler, angst, soulmate au, "is this new? wait, are you hurt?" - you're gonna make me sore the next three are a series but can be read separately. ( see: two in love can make it series ) austin butler, angst, "i think you expect too much from me!" - two in love can make it austin butler - two in love can make it austin butler, fluff, "pinky promise?"

1000 Follower Gala Blurbs and Misc

elvis presley ( army elvis ), smut, “your hand feels much better than my own.” and “your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.” - gonna wake up the neighbors, honey. elise's obscene rose request. there's 23 bits of fics in there. not 23 fics in there necessarily. how i feel about wordsmith ( prompted_wordsmith ) with a side question of when i'm posting spark. how i feel about bee ( blurredcolour ) big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, "please don't talk about yourself that way." - i can shout louder than any voice anon rose request. how i feel about mel ( burninlovebutler ) how i feel about elise ( eliseinmemphis ) austin butler, smut, "your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?", cooking is my love language sequel - recipe for love big daddy elvis, smut, "oh i love the sound you make." - birds sing for you and me big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), fluff and angst, "sleep doesn’t come that easy without you.” and “i feel like I can breathe better with you around.” - calm bee's three roses big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, "can't save those who don't want to be saved." - tender loving care austin butler ( little dove verse ), smut, “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” and “oh, i love that sound you make.” - a little switching never hurt nobody how i feel about daisy ( powerofelvis ) austin butler, angst, “no, i’m actually not ok.”, i don't know what i'm feeling elvis presley ( selkie au ), fluff, "mmmh, you always smell amazing." - sea dog elvis presley ( army elvis ), fluff, “just call me whenever you like.” - called ya, didn't i? austin butler ( pornstar austin ) - smut, “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” - marking territory big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), fluff, “this vacation was a wonderful idea.” - soak up the sun big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, “i’m not going with you." and "please, answer me!" - your love was unmoved elvis presley ( selkie au ), angst, "did you really think it’d be that easy?" - never again i'll so sailing

[austinswhitewolf]

Blue Eyes Baby Pt. 15

Love this couple so much! <3

Gabe grinned when she got something she had been waiting on for a while. Over the lockdown she had been helping Austin go through lines and scenes. A lot of the scenes where he had to kiss someone had yet to be filmed and he just was slightly uneasy with the kissing random extras now that he had Gabe. Having the few kisses with Oliva was different, she had her soulmate and so there was nothing but respect between them and doing their jobs. 

She had looked around on the internet and took some time choosing but she had found 2 rings he could keep on for the filming as they were something she thought Elvis would wear. And she had checked with Catherine and she had agreed that they would work with his wardrobe. Austin was out on the balcony with his guitar, playing some of the songs he would need to play in the next few days. Since he was out there, she opened the box and pulled the two rings out. They were in a small square box with fluff inside, each ring was in their own bag and they both were engraved. 

One looked like a king's crown, silver with black on it. The inside was engraved with ‘My Other Half’. He was playing the King of Rock and Roll after all. And he was the king of her world. The second ring almost looked like a crest ring, or a class ring style but just was more than that. It had small blue turquoise stones all around the large blue gem and in the center of that gem, was a silver design with a sapphire inside. Then along the sides, more small turquoise stones sat along some swirls. The inside of this one had been engraved with ‘My Soulmate My Love’. They looked so much better in person than they did online. The pictures didn’t do them justice. The smile on her face was huge as she gently put the rings back in their small bags and then back in the box. Her eyes flicked over to his slender frame out on the balcony. He was so handsome and always made her stomach warm with love. She chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment before deciding to give them to him now. It was something she always had issues with, she would get people gifts and then want to give them right away, wanting to see their reactions. Always wanting to make them happy. Gabriel stepped out onto the balcony and sat down in the chair next to him, happy to just watch him play for now. Austin shot her a smile, and once he finished the song he was playing he set his guitar to the side. “Hello love.” His deep timber always curled around and comforted her. He reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “What do you have there?” He noticed the small white box she had in her hand when she had stepped out. Gabe looked down at the box, her smile growing as she looked back up at him. “I know you said that you were a little uncomfortable kissing those random girls for the International concert show scenes. Well I got you something you can keep on you while filming that will be just us. I talked to Catherine and she already said they would work with all the outfits you are wearing.” She said as she slowly handed the small box to him. His brows furrowed with interest and curiosity as he gently took the box. Once he had the box in his hand, he pulled his fingers from hers and gently opened it. His eyes flicked to hers before gently taking one of the bags out, setting the box on the table. Long nimble fingers opened the small bag and gently pulled the ring out. A large smile formed on his face as he looked at the silver and black ring. When he saw the engraving in it, he bit his lip softly and gently reached out and cupped her cheek with his free hand, thumb brushing under her eye. Austin pulled his hand back and slid the ring on to his right pointer finger and it fit perfectly. “I thought that would be perfect since you are playing EP, the King after all. And you are mine.” She said softly, so glad that it fit perfectly. 

He let out a soft chuckle and leaned over and kissed her. “You are the queen of my world as well, Love.” Austin then reached out and grabbed the second small bag and when he slid this one out, his eyes grew at the beauty of the ring. When he flipped it, reading the inscription on this one, loving tears filled his eyes and he slid it on his right ring finger. That one fit just as perfectly as the other. Once it was in place, he reached out both hands and cupped Gabe’s face gently and leaned over kissing her deeply. Gabe’s eyes slid shut and she rested her hands on his wrists. They only pulled apart when the need for oxygen became too much. He rested his forehead against hers, placing soft small kisses on her lips. “I can’t believe you did this. These are amazing and perfect Dove. Thank you so much.” He whispered against her lips. 

“I’m so happy they fit and you love them.” She responded, nuzzling her nose against his. “I won’t take them off. Being able to have these, staying connected to you even when you can’t be in scenes with me, I’ll have you with me.” Austin gave her another soft kiss before pulling back some, just gazing at her, his beautiful perfect soulmate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the first day of filming some of the scenes from the International, he made sure to wear the blue ring on his left thumb. And he did that because when he would have to kiss the women in the crowd, he cupped their faces and right before kissing them, he slid his thumb over their lips and kissed his ring more than their lips. 

There were a few times that the women frowned when he let them go, but with the different camera angles they were getting, Baz didn’t call cut and have them redo it each time. When the scenes would be done, he would head to the sidelines, take the towel Gabe was holding for him and give her a loving kiss. “You were amazing, Aus. Always outdoing yourself each time.” Gabe said with a grin, taking a corner of the towel and wiping away a few beads of sweat from near his eyes. “Thanks Dove. Glad you are here.” His eyes crinkled with a smile as she did that. She wrapped her arms around him, careful of the gems and designs on the jumpsuit he was wearing. Austin hugged her back and kissed her forehead. It wasn’t long before Baz announced they would be doing one more scene at the International stage before the end of the night. “Guess I need to go get changed. Coming with?” He asked, smiling down at Gabe. When she nodded, he turned them and started towards the trailer all of the outfits of his for the entire movie were. Catherine met them there and when they got inside, she pulled out the white jumpsuit with the rope belt. Gabe’s eyes roved over the jumpsuit and bit her tongue so as not to blurt out what she thought of it. Although her eyes probably gave it away when a smirk took over Austin’s face. They took the suit to his trailer, so that Austin could get a quick shower to get rid of the sweat so he wouldn’t be sticking to the new suit. Gabe gently helped Austin slide out of the current jumpsuit as he was still damp and then hung it up on a hanger while he was quick in the bathroom. When Austin stepped back out of the small bathroom, he just needed to finish drying his hair then he was ready to get put back together by hair and makeup. They were just waiting for him to get back to the set and they would get him ready quickly. 

Gabe handed him the jumpsuit and held onto the belt while he got into it and when he slid his arms in, she helped him pull it up over his shoulders. Once he was zipped in, she slid the belt around and attached it. He slid his arms around her and gave her a hug, burying his face in her neck. “Love you.” He murmured against her skin. “I love you to Aus.” She threaded her fingers through his hair. Austin pulled back, keeping one arm around her as he guided them out of the trailer back towards set where they would redo his makeup and hair. 

[nickjnas11]

nicholas jerry "nick" jonas is a thirty two year old musician & actor, born on september 16th, 1992. he is heterosexual, currently single and available to all the connections below + more.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇

ride or die : jenna ortega

best girl friend

hookup turned friend

bromance : austin butler & joe burrow

acquaintance

party buddy

close friends

fast friends : jamie campbell bower

role model

good influence

bad influences

industry buddy : sabrina carpenter

gym buddy

music mentor to : madison beer

divorce buddies : hailey baldwin

acting mentor : tom holland

sibling like : olivia rodrigo

friends who hooked up

new friends

platonic soulmate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇

exes on good terms : selena gomez

exes on bad terms

friendly exes

one night stand : madelyn cline

went on a date : ella purnell

hooked up once : sabrina carpenter

casual hookup : zendaya

friend with benefits

drunken mistake

sexual tension

flirtationship

pr relationship

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy

hateship

mutual dislike

professional competition

suspicious of : bill skarsgård

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media

matched on a dating app

neighbor

roommate

[yelyahisms]

𐙚✩₊° connections.

note: hayley is being portrayed as bisexual. her sexuality is not public knowledge.

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

confidants.

ride or die: nina dobrev.

online friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

unlikely friends.

positive influence.

seem like a married couple.

—— FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS. ❜

husband or wife.

divorced partners: chad gilbert.

children.

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand: austin butler.

second first kiss, aka the first kiss they head with someone of the same gender.

friends with benefits.

partner.

blind date.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

unrequited crush.

previously friendzoned.

[blurredcolour]

More Than Words

Summary: The universe has granted humankind with The Great Gift – At age sixteen, the first words spoken by everyone’s soulmate appear on the inside of their forearm. Well…not everyone. Austin Butler is one of the few with an expanse of blank skin, and a hollow heart. Until a chance meeting with an accident-prone person changes everything.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader – Soulmate AU

Warnings: Language, Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Discussion of The Power of the Universe, Mention of Surgery, Mention of Scars, Reader With A Disability, Minor Reader Injury, Eventual Fluff, No Mature/Explicit Details – Rating: T.

Author’s Note: After reading this incredible Top Gun Maverick - Hangman fic No Words by @a-reader-and-a-writer, I have been unable to move on from the incredible concept. All credit for concept and basis for the plot goes to them. Thank you @elvisabutler for your help with this one…and for making me actually write it for Austin Butler.

Full disclosure I am a non-disabled person and part of this is written from the point-of-view of a person with a disability. I do not share this life experience but have done my best to use neutral terms and to portray a human being who struggles with a negative inner voice – something I think is common across the spectrum of humanity. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you find any aspect concerning, I am happy to adjust as needed. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 2256

Song Suggestion: More Than Words - Extreme

Unworthy.

Austin Butler had known that he was unworthy of a soulmate since the date of his sixteenth birthday. While all his peers had experienced a moment of pure magic as the universe scribed the first words their soulmate would say to them upon the inside of their forearm, all he had felt was a mere fizzle and his own skin had remained obstinately bare.

It was a fact that had been difficult for his mother to accept initially, resulting in numerous visits to doctors and knowledge keepers. As a child of divorced parents, it had almost felt inevitable to him when he was informed that this did indeed happen from time to time. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, had decided that he was not meant for anyone…nor was anyone meant for him.

Through his teens and twenties, it had not been much of an issue. The young, rebellious spirit lent itself to buck the traditions of older generations and the dictates of the universe. The desire to exercise one’s free will burned bright in age group. There were even a few years where thought he and Vanessa might truly make it, despite the words ‘Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes’ scrawled across her skin.

But as his twenties wore on, perspective changed. For one, his adolescent brain fully developed at the age of twenty-five, bringing with it reason, foresight, and a full understanding of consequences. As gradually his friends and colleagues had found their person, falling into their eyes in an unearthly stupor as their connections were made, the ‘great gift’, as it was called, became for him a great curse. It had become increasingly difficult to deny that the universe truly had the upper hand in all things, and his relationship with Vanessa had come to an end as she had decided it was time to find her person and stop playing house with him.

He had done his best to make connections with other people…trending towards those younger than him, those still in the throes of hormones and revolt against the pre-ordained. But these relationships all came to their inevitable end and more and more he found himself alone.

And so, work had become him most consistent companion. He dedicated all his efforts to flying all over the globe on job after job, filming part after part. With Bikeriders wrapped, he now found himself pulled in all directions in the heat of an Oscar campaign. At yet another party with another crowd of people fawning all over him. He managed to seize a lull in conversation to escape, finding his way to the bar and procuring a whiskey on the rocks.

He took a deep, soothing sip. The heat of the liquid scorching its way down his esophagus to briefly fill the space beneath his sternum. A space that was as empty as the skin of his arm.  He tilted the glass back to finish the last mouthful and set it back on the bar. Turning to survey the room, looking for Baz, his eyes came to rest on the form of someone he had never seen before. So, it was bewildering when his eyes seemed to snag upon them, refusing to be torn away.

He chalked up the fluttering of his heart, and tiny, sipping breaths, to the after-effects of the sudden influx of alcohol on an empty stomach. Yet he continued to watch as they took a step into the walkway just as a server was flying from the kitchen with a heavily laden tray of champagne for the toast Baz was supposed to deliver in a few minutes. He strode forward, trying to call out and warn them. But it was in vain.

With a dramatic clash, two people and twenty glasses of champagne were splayed on the floor. He hurried forward, inexplicably draw towards them.

“Are you ok?” He asked quickly.

Damaged goods.

Born with laryngeal atresia, a closed trachea and voice box, doctors had immediately made an incision in your throat and input a tracheal tube just to keep you alive. Your family was not particularly wealthy, and the surgeries needed to save your life had been an overwhelming financial burden that left no surplus to dedicate to giving you the ability to speak.

As a small child, aside from the constant surgeries, you had no concept that you were different than anyone else. But the cruelty of the school yard had been very effective at outlining that no one else was non-speaking. It was just you. It was impossible to not internalize at least a fraction of the prejudice directed your way.

A defective product for which there was no refund process.

For the most part, you had a normal life and high self-worth. The advances in technology made it easy for you to communicate in other ways. There was always pen and paper, and then with the advent of the smartphone and screen readers your options has only increased. But, in a world where everyone was eagerly searching for their soulmate, ordained by the powers of the universe, the idea of being found filled you with dread. Brought out the darkest thoughts you struggled to overcome, filled you with concern for what their reaction might be.

Perhaps if there had been an element of free choice about it, like before the granting of the ‘great gift’, then maybe you would have felt less trepidation. Less of a burden, one that was first foisted on your parents, and now waiting to be foisted onto your preordained person.

The words that had appeared on the inside of your forearm on your sixteenth birthday did nothing to quell your fears.

‘Are you ok?’

As if your soulmate finding out you could not speak was not intimidating enough – something bad was going to precede it. Bad enough for them to show concern.

You endeavoured to set it out of your mind. To get on with living your life, building your career, discovering and solidifying who you were as a person. Brilliant, successful, thriving. Fiercely proud of what you had accomplished in this ableist society.

You were also, unfortunately a bit of a klutz, able to trip over the pattern of a linoleum floor, and prone to misfortune. Aside from a plethora of bruises, fifty percent of an unknown origin, it had the unpleasant consequence of presenting you with those three words on your skin delivered by countless lips. A constant reminder.

And while your friends and family, as they found their soulmates over the years, assured you that it was more than words – it was a feeling – that tiny, cruel voice inside you continued to insist ‘or they just ran when they found out who you are.’

So, as you stood in the midst of this party in LA, armed with an alcoholic beverage in hand, you could not help the agonizing feeling that you did not belong here. In town to visit family, you had done your best to protest against your cousin’s insistence that you attend. But the entire extended family had insisted and provided you with an outfit to meet the cocktail attire dress code. Despite their pledge to stay with you, your cousin had been dragged off by friends promptly on arrival, and you had found yourself quite alone in a sea of stunningly attractive people.

After securing said fortifying beverage, you had found a supportive column to put your back against, not unlike prey in an exposed space needing any sliver of cover possible. It worked for the most part, and the few people who happened your way, trying to strike up a conversation, all turned to leave after you placed your fingertips against your throat and shook your head. Not even waiting for you to type out a reply on your phone. Quickly moving on to someone else.

Frustrated and more than ready to leave, you turned to take your now empty glass back to the bar when the blunt edge of something collided with the side of your upper arm. There was a string of curses, the chilly drench of freshly poured champagne, and the bulk of a body that followed, sending you into a dripping puddle on the floor. A minefield of shattered champagne flutes littered the ground around you, and the buzz that had filled the room was completely snuffed out as it fell utterly silent.

Aside from wet and cold, you felt mortified. The server began struggling to their feet, a flurry of apologies pouring from their lips as they frantically tried to clear the glass to prevent further injury to you. You turned onto your hands and knees, careful to plant your skin on the glass-free area of the floor that had been shielded by your body, before a pair of polished, leather boots stepped into view. You looked up and were stunned by the intensity of the brilliant cerulean blue eyes shining down at you in concern as their very lanky owner crouched down and outstretched a hand to help you up.

“Are you ok?” His honeyed Tennessee twang made you shiver as you somehow managed a nod.

Acutely aware of the fact that all eyes in the room were now gazing down at you, reveling in your misfortune, you quickly set your hand in his proffered one and gasped sharply at the feeling. A rather absurd image of a Christmas pudding, soaked in brandy, and lit afire came to mind. The way the luminous blue flame caressed the surface, without harming the dessert itself, was precisely how you would have described the feeling that erupted across your skin.

As his firm hand helped you to your feet, you straightened to see him staring at you in hushed awe. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as it felt like his fingertips were tracing along the words on the inside of your forearm, and you had to fight against the fluttering of your eyelashes to maintain eye contact.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He murmured, looking you over and tsking as he found blood pooling your palm. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He placed a hand on your lower back and guided you smoothly through the crowd to one of the single-stall washrooms. Leading you to the sink to rinse off your hand before he carefully inspected the cut to be sure there was no glass imbedded.

“Who are you…” He breathed in confusion, eyes frantically tracing the curves of your face, before shaking his head. “I’m Austin Butler, it’s nice to meet you.”

You offered a tremulous smile before fumbling to pull out your phone and quickly type your name before holding it out to him to read.

His brows furrowed and he looked at you slowly. “Can you not…speak?” His eyes suddenly widened as all the implications of that crashed into his consciousness.

Your fingertips landed on the scar on your throat, and you shook your head. You hesitated a moment before slowly stretching out your arm to expose the words imprinted there.

You noted how his fingers shook as they reached out to brush against the question, looking to you sharply as the air shuddered from your lungs.

“But I’m not worthy, I don’t get a soulmate I…” He rambled, quickly rucking up the sleeves of his suit jacket and button-up shirt simultaneously to bunch at his elbow, revealing a blank, tanned space where the words should be…

You shook your head stubbornly and grasped his wrist, pulling his hand to lay against your throat before you mouthed the words ‘I’m right here.’ There was, of course, no sound, no vibration. But you did a very good job of forming the shapes of the vowels and consonants, making yourself clear with the addition of hand gestures.

“I’m right here…” He gave voice to your words in a hushed whisper before his fingers twitched around your throat, fingers tracing the edges of your surgical scars before holding you in place as he dove in to press his trembling lips against yours.

The sensation of shimmering flame flowed across your skin once more, and you quickly gripped his bare forearm for balance. You heard him inhale sharply through his nose before he pulled back to look you over intensely. Licking your lips as you eyed him thoughtfully, it was your turn to surge forward and kiss him fiercely.

He tasted of the whiskey he’d been drinking, with perhaps a hint of tobacco, and pure electricity. The salty tang of the tears stealing down both of your cheeks mingled into the kiss as his slid his arms around you to pull you closer. With the last functioning portion of your brain, you managed to recall the state of your clothing and you quickly planted your hands on his chest, locking your elbows to keep your distance.

You felt him tense and pull back to look you over quickly, sniffing. You smiled reassuringly, if a bit tearfully, and gestured at your clothes before collecting a bit of the fabric between your fingers and wringing out some champagne onto the floor. He immediately relaxed as the droplets sounded against the tile floor and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Let’s get you some clean clothes. Then we have a lot of catching up to do. And I, I need to get a tattoo.”

You tilted your head, eyeing him curiously.

“I’m right here.” He murmured tenderly, trailing his forefinger along his, for now, blank skin.

Post-script: If the spelling of ‘whiskey’ gave you pause, you’re not alone! Whiskey is the spelling for grain spirits distilled in the United States and Ireland. Whisky is the spelling for grain spirits distilled in Canada, Scotland, and Japan. Because the top grain spirit for 2022 is an Irish Whiskey, I have chosen this spelling for Austin’s beverage. Thank you for coming to my alcohol nerd talk.

[blainesebastian]

wrong day’s journey into right

words: 2,043 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request based on this prompt idea) “Having a bad day and drenched in rain, the last thing you’re expecting is to meet your soulmate” notes: masterlist here, requests i’m working on here :) if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know!  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You’ve had plenty of bad days before but this one is really taking the cake for a bunch of reasons.

You consider yourself a pretty optimistic person, looking on the bright side of things, glass half full spiel, but everyone has their limits. It didn’t feel like a day to automatically climb back into bed, but maybe you should have? Just seems like you’ve been on the wrong side of it ever since you went to turn your alarm off and knocked your lamp onto the floor. One small thing after another but you kinda feel like you’re beginning to lose your mind.

The bagel place got your order wrong and you didn’t realize it until you were already at work, you have back to back meetings scheduled (so wrong within itself) and forgot to pack a lunch and it’s impossible for you to get away, the break room only has canned soup to make…and it’s all some sort of mushroom based broth (yuck), and the last meeting of the day runs over. It’s like a domino effect—because the last meeting runs over, it crunches into your dinner time and you planned on staying late anyways, but then you’re hungry (hangry) and snap at your assistant when she offers to help you organize things. Despite apologizing, said assistant goes home for the night and you can’t really blame her—you’ll grab her a coffee and a bagel tomorrow morning (hopefully the right order!) and make it up to her, apologize again.

But it just feels like some sort of never-ending terrible day at this point. Eating dinner feels empty because you’re rushing through it to get last minute work done and when you finally get to leave, you realize you didn’t bring an umbrella today…even though the forecast was not calling for rain this morning.

And it’s pouring, because of course it is.

Mumbling obscenities under your breath, you make a break for the street to hail a cab but you should already know at this point that that’s not going to happen smoothly. You’re ignored just long enough to get drenched, trying one more time with an aggressive waving gesture that doesn’t work. Ultimately you just give up, turning on your heel to rush to the subway. Two quick stops and you’ll be back home, you can get a hot shower, grab a bottle of wine and crawl into bed and pretend this day never happened.

Start fresh tomorrow.

Booking it across the street and down the block, you enter the subway and go down the steps halfway…only to realize you’re on the wrong side, you need uptown not downtown, and go back up to try again.

“Seriously about to lose it,” You mumble to yourself, crossing the street and finding the correct entrance. You let out a sharp breath and go down the steps, taking a moment to breathe and collect yourself before approaching the turnstile.

Scanning your pass from your phone, you move through and attempt to ignore how your clothes are sticking to you. Wet jeans have to be one of the worst things one could experience and your shoes feel squishy against your socks and ugh. You pull your hair over your shoulder and begin to wring it out as you walk towards the steps that lead down to the tracks, double-checking to make sure you’ve got the right terminal before making that mistake a second time.

Good news? You’re not wearing a light-colored shirt, so no one can see your bra. Better news, as you go down the steps, the subway you need has just pulled up. Maybe your day is taking a turn, you just have to pick up the pace down the steps, you’ll totally make it.

Except—you’re not paying attention to where your feet are going because you’re looking at the subway, just within your reach, and you either miss a step or overstep, you can’t tell, and suddenly you’re down.

Your footing disappears from under you, your leg bending slightly underneath your body and your gut reaction is to use your hands to break your fall. Which you do and it works but skin slides right against concrete and fucking ow. Also the subway doors close right in front of you—so that’s cool. A sharp noise definitely leaves your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s better or worse that there’s not a lot of people lingering to see you on the ground. If there had been a few more people around, maybe that would have cushioned your fall.

Bright side? Maybe? You didn’t hit your face, which, if your hands hadn’t been there your chin would have caught the pavement for sure.

Jesus fuck—maybe it’d be better if you just stay down, live here for the time being.

Groaning, you turn a little to put yourself in a sitting position, kinda doing inventory of your bones and such just in case. You had a friend trip over something in her back yard and she heard a loud pop and broke one of the strongest bones in her body, so, you’re really not taking any assumptions that you’re one hundred percent fine.

“Damn, are you okay?”

Blinking, you turn your head slightly to the guy who’s appeared and you have no idea whether you’re honored or mortified that this gorgeous stranger has crouched down to make sure you’re okay. He seems familiar for a reason you can’t put your finger on. This seems like the universe playing some sort of practical joke on you—handsome, boyish features, strong blue eyes, cupid bow lips and wide gentle curls of blonde hair near his forehead.

“Uh, I think—still assessing,” You let out a small laugh, looking down at your hands. They’re scraped up and so are your forearms. Crinkling your nose, you glance up at him, “Nothing seems broken.”

“Well, given the fact you seemed to sail off that second to last step, kind of impressive.”

You scoff, “Oh great, I’m glad you could see my humiliation from start to finish.”

He smiles a little, rubbing the back of his neck before offering you a hand, “Here, let me help.”

God, at this point, why not? The way your luck is going you’ll end up pulling yourself up from the concrete and somehow end up down on the tracks in front of an oncoming subway train. You allow your hand to slip into his and he gives you the support you need to tug yourself up from the ground. Your body is definitely sore but…nothing is broken. Once again, feels like miracle. Standing to his full height, you can see that he’s tall and long and his clothes seem to hug him perfectly while you’re feeling like some sort of drowned rat with your jeans wet. Doesn’t seem fair at all but very on track with what your day has been.

There’s a bench nearby and you move to sit down, smoothing your hands over your legs before brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure someone at one of the desks has a first-aid kit.”

And you look back up at him because you half expected he’d be gone already, his civic duty for the day done. “Oh uhm,” You look down at your forearms and hands and…yeah, could probably use a Band-Aid or two but, “Don’t worry about it, I don’t want you to miss your train.”

He smiles a little, amused, “Kinda already did anyways when I saw you bite the pavement.” Perfect, lovely. “Besides, not like there’s not another one lined up in ten minutes. I’ll be right back.”

He turns to go back up the steps and you chew on your lower lip, kinda just…self-evaluating yourself. This guy is being so sweet even though there’s no reason for him to be. And maybe, maybe, you’d even consider your day turning itself around but with how things are going? He’s probably a serial killer.

Leaning back against the bench, handsome stranger (possibly ax-murderer) comes down the steps with a small white box. Sitting down next to you, he pops the lid open and sifts through for what you need.

“Should probably at least get your name if you’re gonna not only be nice enough to help me up off the ground but patch me up too. Need someone to address the thank you card to.”

He smirks, eyes glancing up at yours before looking back into the kit, “Austin.”

There’s this moment of utter whiplash as your brain makes a bunch of connections that you were missing—that’s why he looks so familiar, this is Austin Butler.

You can not allow yourself to think about this or you’re bound to pass out or throw up so best to table that for later. “Y/N.” You reply instead, “Nice to fall in front of you.”

Austin smiles now, something amused and warm all at the same time. “Nice to meet you too.”

He tugs out a few antiseptic squares for you, handing them over. Humming lightly, you tear them open and begin wiping down a few of your scrapes and cuts on your hands and forearms. Not terrible, not pleasant either. The Band-Aids are a little more difficult to maneuver yourself and Austin tears one open for you, handing it over.

“Can you—”

He blinks before a soft laugh, “Oh right, of course.” He uses his two able hands (slender fingers, rings…) to help put bandages on the larger scrapes on your hands and forearms. And then that’s that, good as new. Your pride is definitely a little sore, not to mention your knees and elbows but…could have been a lot worse, right?

Other subways have gone by but Austin has made no inclination that he’s missed anything.

“Do you make a habit out of this?” You ask after a moment, curling your hair around your ear, “Kind-subway-samaritan?”

Austin smiles, shrugging his one shoulder, “Only on Thursdays. Been thinkin’ of adding it to my résumé,”

“I mean, a Thursday gig is definitely gonna make you stand out against all your other accomplishments.”

And Austin laughs, something warm and genuine and God, it clenches your stomach and makes your cheeks tint pink. You can’t believe out of all the late nights, out of all the subway stations, exhausted and soaking wet and kinda hungry because your dinner didn’t even register with all the work you’d been doing, that you’ve run into Austin Butler.

The universe is really fucking weird sometimes.

You stand from the bench, letting out a soft sigh, “Thank you for everything—I’m gonna try to catch the train without faceplanting again.”

Austin chuckles and collects some trash to throw away, closing the kit and standing as well, “Headed home?”

“I was…but now I feel like I deserve a margarita,” You purse your lips…and a second dinner since your stomach is rumbling. You’re about to offer him a wave and another thank you when the next set of words pass your lips, you have no idea what really motivates you to say it,

“Want to come? I could buy you a drink—really the least I could do.”

And then your eyes kinda widen as your brain catches up with your tongue and you just…you just asked Austin to go get a drink. His eyebrows lift and there’s this amused look on his face as he reacts to your expression more than anything else. Your mouth opens and closes and you’re about to backtrack and apologize, or something, when—

“Sure,” Austin motions to the track as another subway screeches in, turning out to be the one that you need, “Can’t remember the last time I had a margarita.”

You feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop but it…doesn’t happen. You turn and get onto the subway; half expecting for Austin to disappear or not get on before the doors close. And yet, he follows you on and sits down right next to you.

This has to be some sort of cosmic coincidence, right? And yet—as you look over at Austin and an easy conversation starts again about margaritas, you kinda can’t help it as you start thinking about the word fate.

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below are some basic connections for MARGOT ROBBIE. Margot is SINGLE and currently living in LOS ANGELES, CA. She identifies as STRAIGHT and was born on JULY 2nd, 1990 making her 33 YEARS OLD. if you spot a connection you're interested in, feel free to shoot me an IM or comment below.

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

confidants.

ride or die.

online friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates. - Vanessa Hudgens

unlikely friends.

positive influence. - Emily Blunt

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to good friends.- Austin Butler

new friends, aka friends who just met.

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

dating without exclusivity- Nicholas Galitzine

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits turned more:

exes on good terms. - Sebastian Stan, Austin Butler

exes on bad terms.

previously friendzoned.

summer romance. - Chris Evans

friends with benefits.

one leads the other on.

publicity partner.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

frenemies.

rivals.