#the Shannara chronicles x reader

[austinbutlerslovers]

Wondering if you would do this as I love wil Ohmsford from Shannara chronicles maybe him and the reader are at the lake and the reader goes in for a swim and wil joins her and the end up admitting there feeling for each other and it’s ends with them having sex in the hut

Am I Causing you Pain

Label Mature 18+

Summary Wil is hesitant to get close to anyone, except you. When you meet him at your usual rendezvous near the lake a series of unfortunate events befalls you. As you continue to suffer bad luck Wil steps in to save you each time without hesitation. The more he takes care of you the more he realizes he has hidden his feelings from you far too long and seizes the opportunity to release them caring for you to completion in his hut.

💝Romantic Smut 💝 Fluff•friends to lovers• graphic injury• wound care• foreplay•virgin smut• first time •missionary•pull out ejaculation •after care•fluff ending.

•The rarest unicorn 🦄 of all, Wil Ohmsford smut! 🧝•This is a full bodied friends to lovers story. •Story based on Wil wanting to be a healer •You are his best friend in the village •Light timeline change/ Wil lives alone/ hut description/short hair requested. •Soft romantic journey with hard smut •Pics of Wil sprinkled throughout because he’s so majestically beautiful

Inspo: 💝special request @jessica987

Am I Causing You Pain?

You wander through the forest on a familiar path you’ve traveled a dozen times before. You hear the waterfall before you reach the clearing and see it powerfully cascading down the rock face. You take a glance all the way to the top noticing the ominous storm clouds forming in the distance. You might not be able to stay at the lake today if it rains which would completely ruin your chances of seeing Wil.

You and he have arranged this same meet up every few weeks when you run in to each other collecting supplies at the open market.

The village you both lived in was very mundane and small you both grew bored with the limited ways for young people to seek enjoyment there.

You are both roughly the same age he a year older. You grew up together never having left more than five miles outside of this place. He is your closest friend, though he prefers to be left alone you are the only who seems to be able to get close to him.

He lives in a hut not far from the waterfall and has never shown you exactly were. He hated living in the close confines of the village so moving here made sense for him to be at peace. He always said he never really felt like he fit in and you believed him.

You look around ensuring you have arrived to the lake before him and change in privacy tying tight your usual strips of cloth on your body to protect your modesty and placing your folded clothing on two large rocks.

You quickly enter the water wading all the way in until your feet no longer touch the bottom it’s colder than usual. You dip your hair back and splash your face a few times focusing out in the distance as you see the movements of Wil at the shoreline. He’s already ridding himself of his boots and slipping his shirt over his head peeling his pants down and standing up his firm muscular body only covered by cloth shorts.

You smile admiring his beauty lifting your hand from the water to wave at him as he waves back. Even though he prefers to be alone and is resistant to change you can’t help but notice he has the chiseled defined body of a warrior and the regal flair of a king. Each time you lay eyes on him he looks back at you with a spark of something more than admiration though he is quick to change it.

You watch as he places his clothing in his shoulder bag with his boots against a tree and walks from the shoreline into the deeper waters to meet you. His face is so focused and stern as he swims.

When he gets closer his handsome features warm into a smile his eyes light up as he reaches you “I’m glad you came, it looks a little ominous today“ he says glancing up. “I’m freezing Wil the lake is much colder than last time” you say smiling at him through slightly chattering teeth.

He surprises you not wanting to see you suffer and wraps his strong arms around you hugging you to his chest. You both try to avoid eye contact with pleasant smiles as you tread water together enjoying the warmth of each others closeness for the moment.

Droplet suddenly begin to patter across the lakes surface “Oh no my clothing!” You exclaim both paddling quickly to the shoreline to save what you can.

As you reach the bank you are being pelted heavily by rain. You find your clothing and shoes soaked on the rocks where you placed them.

You are so dismayed as you collect the sopping wet items in your arms.

You look over at Wil looting through his leather bag all of his items still dry thanks to the coverage of the trees. He gets dressed remaining untouched by the rain beneath the canopy of leaves and branches above him finishing by lacing his boots.

He looks over to see you shivering nearly naked and holding your wet clothing in your arms, his heart drops. You are unsure what to do unable to walk back to the village like this.

“Come with me I don’t live far” he gestures. You follow him into the tree line as you walk into the woods barefoot you immediately step your full weight on a jagged sharp stone “Ahhhh” you cry out in pain the stone pierced you intensely. You look down and turn over your injured foot revealing a deep gash that begins heavily leaking blood droplets all over the ground.

Wils eyes grow wide once he realizes what’s happened. “You’re hurt!” He says rushing to kneel down infront of you placing his hands to check your foot, it is a very deep cut he looks up at your shivering form holding your wet clothing and boots.

He stands and opens the flap of his shoulder bag removing the contents into his pockets taking out his facial scarf placing it over his shoulder and collecting the wet clothing from your arms replacing them inside.

He kneels down and you lift your leg as he ties his scarf around your foot in a makeshift bandage to hold the bleeding. He turns kneeling offering his back “I can carry you, I don’t want you walking on that injury” he says over his shoulder.

You take up his offer and climb onto him. He has his bag across the front of his chest and your arms draped over his shoulders. His hands slide under your bare thighs holding you firmly against him as he begins to walk. You take a deep breath trying to relax, the placement of his hands making you feel things, intrusive physical thoughts you’ve never had about him before clouding your mind.

“I’m so sorry about all this” you say in his ear trying to refocus as he carries you. He doesn’t mind at all “No need to worry I have all my Ingredients prepared for vegetable soup at home for us, I usually eat alone so this is a treat for me” he smiles at you over his shoulder.

You begin to study his perfect jawline and broad muscular shoulders and his pointy elf ears you’ve always wanted to touch. You never noticed how tall and strong he is carrying you so easily, his innocent angelic features always distracting you from the fact that he is a young man now and you are constantly trying to stifle the feelings you’ve recently begun having for him.

It doesn’t help that at each step he takes your inner thighs bounce against his lower back, you try to focus on anything else besides the friction of your body’s rubbing together. This is the longest you’ve been so close. Whenever you touch more than a brief moment Wil is quick to turn away.

He continues to walk under the canopy of trees keeping you both dry as it rains. You come to a clearing with a meadow his hut centered in the distance. He lets you down, as you step on the grass it’s so flat and shiny and soft you squeeze your toes into it. He smirks looking over at you enjoying your little moment.

You step forward from the tree line into the meadow clearing and look up to the sky, the rain has stopped. “Wil look a rainbow” you say excitedly pointing up as he joins your gaze

“It is really beautiful” he says looking down at your face instead. You’re staring up in awe at the vivid colors. You’ve never seen anything like it this close. Wil sees a rainbow here every time it rains and he finds you even more alluring to look at.

He takes your hand to grab your attention noticing your lips are turning blue. “You need to dry off and warm up and I’ll need to mend your foot” he says glancing down at it with concern.

You completely forgot you are wearing tied wet strips of cloth with almost your entire body exposed and your foot bleeding. He makes you feel so comfortable in his presence you forgot it could be considered immodest.

You follow him across the meadow up a step and into his hut. As you enter the doorway It’s very colorful and spacious inside. His walls painted indigo blue with birch wood floors. Everything is arranged neatly in the space with lots of hanging light catchers made from tiny pieces of glass casting beautiful shimmers of light around the room.

He has dozens of books on healing tucked neatly in a tall bookshelf by the window. His bed is in a nook at the back of the hut covered in a sheer curtain canopy draping from the roof, the mattress covered in a thick colorful quilt. A sky blue reading chair and table are under the window at your right.

He has dozens of species of small plants shelved in a large box garden window on your left. Little notes of descriptions are sticking out of each one. You walk over and lean in smelling the yellow one that you think is the most beautiful you read the note on it in his handwriting -“marigold”

Wil works behind you gathering chopped wood from a pile near the door he places a few pieces in his wood burning stove at the entrance. He starts a fire and sets a kettle on.

He walks infront of you to the back of the hut kneeling down at the foot of his bed opening a large trunk, he sifts through the items holding up one of his full sleeved winter shirts and a long piece of fabric that could be used as a scarf.

He walks back and stands in front of you “Please get changed I’m going to get some rope and hang your clothing, I will take the vegetables I prepared and cook them outside.” He hands you his clothing and gathers the basket of chopped vegetables with his shoulder bag and quickly leaves you in privacy.

Once the door closes you untie your top, cupping your breasts they are freezing , you untie your bottoms and pull his shirt over your head it falls just covering your modesty with one shoulder peeking out. You take the scarf and tie it around your waist making it a skirt.

You head outside to help him with his tasks. Stepping out into the meadow you see a large pot hanging over a fire boiling the soup. He’s attached a rope to the side of the hut and the other end to a tree he’s wringing out and hanging your wet clothing.

“Wil I can do that.” You rush over before he gets to your undergarments face flushing as you take your top from his hands wringing it and tossing it over the line. He sees you can take over and heads back inside to remove the kettle from the fire.

He picks an assortment of his herbs from the box garden window grinding them with a pestal and mortar adding in the boiling water mixing it into a salve. He goes to the bookshelf and grabs his mahogany chest full of his medical supplies arranging what he’ll need on the table near the reading chair. He returns outside to see you’ve finished hanging your clothing.

“Come inside and Im ready to mend your cut“ he says and ducks back in.

You walk in and see him standing at the table focused intently on threading a needle

“Sit here“ he gestures his head to the reading chair.

He’s so serious when it comes to healing and medicine you look at his stern face deep in concentration and smile admiring how he must really want to be a healer. “What is all of this?” You say looking at his supplies neatly arranged on the table in front of you.

“I want to make sure I mend your foot properly, I’ve been studying healing and medicines for quite some time, I want to practice some things that I’ve learned to help you” he says finally lancing a knot in the eye if the needle.

You sit down in his blue reading chair and he kneels in front of you maneuvering directly to the bottom of your foot. He sees there is blood already soaking through the bandage. As he unwraps it the blood begins dripping once more indicating to him the cut is deep and his assumption is correct it won’t be able to heal closed he will have to sew it shut. You look around the hut at the floor and realize you have left little red footprints everywhere “ Wil I’m so sorry about the mess” you cover your mouth in embarrassment.

He dips a tiny cloth in the salve he’s prepared and rubs it into your cut cleaning it out “ Ahhhh” you cry out gripping the chair it’s so painful . “That’s alright “ he says his vibrant blue eyes finally flashing to look up at you kindly. He continues to clean around the wound

His fingers feel so cold and delicate as he works to care for you. He puts a cloth beneath your foot to catch the fresh blood droplets releasing from the disturbed gash.

Looking at the size of the injury he realizes what he needs to do will be quite painful for you. “I need you to lay on my bed” he says wrapping your foot in a makeshift bandage and assisting you there. He pulls open the sheer curtains and you crawl on top of his soft bed laying down on your back with your hands resting on your navel.

He collects his needle and sterilizes it by fire, burning it over a candle at the table. He sits on the end of the bed and you part your legs wider making space for him. He sits closer in between them holding your foot with the injury above his lap. He steadies his hand, the needle has cooled and is ready to be used for his purpose.

He removes his makeshift bandage from your foot and goes right to work. Holding your foot steady he pierces the needle into the top of the cut. Your eyes widen and your body tenses It is one of the worst pains you have experienced in your life. You squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth but you are unable to stifle the scream that erupts from your throat . “AH Wil it’s so painful” you cry out as he lances the needle you feel the thread hot as if it is burning as he pulls it through. “WIL…. “ you speak up again chest rising and falling eyes almost in tears “ how many times do you have to do that? “ He eyes it “12“ he responds. You let out a disparaging moan and cover your hands over your face.

He wants to comfort you somehow. Based on your reaction It’s slowly dawning on him you will probably pass out unable to endure this type of pain. “You are a really brave girl” he says piercing the needle in a third time you cry out and tremble as it turns into a sob. He pulls the thread through it feels white hot, your gash now throbbing painfully as he works.

He tries not to focus on your screams and cries it’s already distracting him so much, he knows he needs to pull these stitches right. He works expertly piercing and pulling the thread through as quickly as he can until it’s taunt the top of the gash now sewn shut.

Ha talks to distract you as he continues “I was really excited you came to see me today and I’m sorry this happened to you, I’m going to mend it right you’ll only have a scar as a reminder “ he says glancing into your eyes with a soft smile to reassure you.

He turns his attentions back and pierces the needle into your foot again. Your body goes into shock you lay your head back and start sobbing the tears rolling from the corners of your eyes down your cheeks the pain now unbearable. He almost stops hearing you cry like that he wants to hold you and tell you it’ll be alright comforting you and letting you rest, but he cant he has to finish his work.

You never imaged having him mend the wound would be more painful than the cut itself. You wetly blink your eyes staring up at the roof. This time when he pierces the needle into your foot you don’t let out a scream your body only winces involuntarily.

You lift your head up watching him delirious from the agony which your body is changing into something else. You feel like you’re floating

He’s in pure concentration on your foot, his slender fingers expertly sewing. He’s going to stitch you together like a piece of fabric. You lightly laugh finding it a little funny.

He looks at you his face showing concern. “Are you alright?” his words echoing. When you don’t answer he refocuses on your foot you see him drive the needle in again everything goes black.

“ Are you alright? “he asks a second time because you are neither laughing or crying there is only silence. He looks over at you as he finishes threading the last stitch. You’re completely out.

He ties the knot and rips the thread. He admires his work 7 perfect stitches and 13 pierces of the needle down your delicate foot. He stands replacing your legs together on the bed.

He applies more salve on the cut wrapping it with a clean bandage. Going into his trunk he retrieves a blanket placing it over you neatly and wets a cloth wiping away your sweat and tears.

That’s when he stares at your beautiful face and his heart swells. Your eye lids are moving rapidly as you dream. He kneels next to you and takes your hand in his “I’m so sorry I hurt you, and I’m sorry this happened because you came to see me, I care for you deeply I never want anything to hurt you like this again”

He expresses his hidden feelings as you sleep finally unlocking something inside of himself he’s been keeping closed for so long. He lovingly presses his cheek on your hand before placing it back on your chest. He leaves your side to finish cooking the soup as he waits for you to come back.

The sound of loud crickets chirping and the cracking of the fire in the wood burning stove wakes you up. Your eyes fly open its night fall and candles light up the room around you. You sit up realizing you’re still at Wils place and your parents will be worried sick in the morning that you haven’t returned from seeing him as usual.

“Wil!” You call out feeling scared that you might be alone. You hear him approaching the hut and enter. He has a somber look on his face that turns into a smile seeing you awake. “You were out for a few hours” he says coming to sit on the edge of the bed “are you hungry?” He asks. Your stomach is completely empty you nod vigorously. He smiles at you warmly “Come sit outside with me“ he says taking your hand.

He helps you walk out of the hut down one step to the ground. A thick quilt is in the grass with two pillows. He sits you down on the quilt and takes the ladle into the soup pot hanging over the fire pouring you a bowl. He brings it to you and lays down at your side his hands behind his head peering up into the night sky.

You blow on the soup cooling it enough to eat, the flavoring is excellent and you eat quickly so famished sipping the last drops and setting the bowl on the grass next to you away from the blanket. You look over at Wil still gazing up breathing gently.

You lay down next to him, looking up as you gasp in awe, there are stars everywhere covering the entire expanse of the sky. He looks over at you and smiles. “I knew you would like this because of how excited you were about the rainbow today” you look back to him gratefully your eyes already telling him what he needs to know.

You gaze up at the billions of stars and feel so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You look over at Wil relaxing, he has such an impressive presence the way he carries himself with purpose, how he’s naturally so intelligent, and he always knows exactly what to do when a challenging situation arises.

“ Wil… there’s something special about you”

you say breaking the silence, it’s hard for you to explain but you try.

“I’ve always known you were different, I believe you have what people call a destiny in you that everyone will admire even more than this entire village…. you …you should leave this place and discover if you have a greater purpose..”

Your heart breaks knowing you might never see him again, but also knowing he has something more to offer the world. He thinks for a while and smiles releasing his hand from behind his head and pulling you gently onto his chest.

He places his hand on top of your head raking his fingers into your hair comforting you both.

“I will leave one day” he says staring back up at the stars. “I understand I don’t belong here but it’s the only place I have ever called home “

“What will you do when you leave ?” You ask curiously.

“I want to be a healer” he says trailing his fingers down your neck to your shoulder and caressing his fingertips there softly relaxing you even more.

You smile suddenly realizing he’s letting you in, touching you intimately without turning away, it is something he has never done before. You have a little feeling he wants more than a friendship with you and it sparks a burning question in your mind.

Please Take Me

“Wil when you leave here can you take me with you?” You ask as a shooting star streaks across the sky. You close your eyes wishing on it that he says yes. He shifts over on his side looking directly at you. “I’m planning to take you with me” he says softly, his thumb strokes your chin as he leans in closely to your face hesitating then planting a gentle kiss on your forehead eyes transfixed on your soft lips after.

You lean in and kiss him without reservation. It shocks him to the core, his lashes flutter as his eyes close giving in to you. He’s never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he’s wanted to kiss you in his life, a new sensation swells inside of him as you brush your lips together passionately kissing under the stars.

His blood begins coursing through his veins down his groin hardening his length. He quickly rolls on top of you. His eyes soften as he looks into yours he focuses on your mouth leaning forward and pressing his plush lips to them again feeling like he’s in a dream.

His kiss is harder this time and he prods his tongue between your parted lips wanting to taste your mouth. You bring your hands up holding the nape of his neck, your body begins tingling from his deeper kisses making you let out a whimper against his lips. You dig your fingertips into his hair.

He lifts from your body and pulls you onto him standing up carrying you easily. You wrap your legs around his waist as he takes you inside. He pushes the door open and brings you to his bed. Opening the canopy curtain with one hand and laying you down with the other. He makes quick work of removing all his clothing and you do the same nimbly discarding your shirt and makeshift skirt. He climbs into bed with you and lays at your side.

He rests on his elbow eyes wandering and admiring your beautiful naked form. You can’t help yourself as you look back at his perfectly toned muscular body, you start to trail the tips of your fingers over his chiseled six pack abs down to the patch of hair on his lower stomach, just above the spot your hand is curious to touch the most, his large throbbing cock you stare at in disbelief.

“Can I touch you?” you ask peering into his eyes. It’s what he wants more than anything the tips of his ears and chest reddening as he nods “Yes” he says voice faltering from arousal. Your fingers slowly trail down and wrap your hand around him for the first time.

A gasp escapes from his lips your fingers feel so delicate on him as you explore the veins of his shaft softly trailing up and squeezing the tip making his abs tighten as his cock twitches in your hand. He sees the curiosity in your eyes already knowing you’re a virgin, which is why he has never wanted to sexually awaken you before. “Have you…had sex?” He asks to make sure, trying to calm his breathing. You shake your head no.

He tries to refocus his heart now beating heavily in his chest he starts doubting himself unsure if he’s making the right decision to take you as your first. You see the conflict on his face and spread your legs apart for him “Please take me Wil” you whisper.

He wants to deflower you immediately overcome with arousal. Leaning in close he guides his hand between your legs and slips his fingers through the soft lips of your wet folds rubbing into them gently. A moan escapes from your throat as you lock eyes with him, never having been touched like this before and feeling a new sensation blossoming you never knew existed.

He kisses your mouth as he parts your folds gliding his fingers up and down between them until you are soaking wet for him. He carefully slips two fingers inside of you all the way to his knuckle. You feel I slight pinch and gasp against his lips but it isn't too painful.

He keeps his fingers inside curling them softly against a certain spot that has you seeing stars, his passionate kisses never leaving your lips. He wants to stimulate you as much as possible to give you the first orgasm of your life on his cock.

You start to pant into his mouth and clench on his fingers from the stimulation. Sensing the increase in your arousal he climbs on top of you settling his weight between your legs. He gently slides his fingers in and out of you as you close your eyes and softly moan from the euphoric feeling of them dragging against your tight inner walls.

His fingers are making squishing noises he's gotten you so wet, your thighs are soaked. You feel something inside of you shift wanting to be even closer to him you open your eyes seeing his angelic face above you and bring your hands to trail down his strong broad shoulders settling on his lower back. You pant heavily enjoying the intense feelings he’s causing to course through you but not knowing what you should do.

He slowly removes his fingers from you and replaces them around the base of his hard swollen cock. Lining himself up with you he hesitates “Is this what you want?” He asks breathlessly, needing to know your answer before he will go any further.

“Yes Wil” You say gazing into is eyes conveying your deepest desire for him “I want you so much” you say pulling his lower back making him inch forward.

“Then take it “ he says releasing the hold around the base “ take my cock it’s yours ” he confesses.

You are flooded with so much sexual arousal you immediately take over pulling his shaft forward and gently pushing the head of his cock against your tight entrance “Oh!” You cry out your eyes gently rolling back as he penetrates into you, both moaning as he sinks in burying so deep he breaks your virginity the burning ache forming as he stretches you out around his large size.

You whimper then cry out clenching tightly on his cock making him gasp and completely stop inside of you.

He thinks about pulling out the concern is written all over his face. "If im hurting you I’m going to stop" he says “Am I causing you pain? Do you still want this?” His eyes are searching yours wildy for the answer.

You gaze back into his striking blue eyes reaching up tracing your finger over the pointy tip of his ear “ I want this Wil“ you whisper. “It’s just all new to me I don’t know what I am supposed to do” you admit.

His cock pulses inside of you with excitement he loves so much what he’s about to make you experience with him.

“Just relax for me and let me take care of you” he says reaching down between your body’s finding your wet nub and gently rubbing his fingertips around it.

You start to moan differently as you feel sexual pleasure begin to form inside of you for the first time blossoming open like a flower you stare into his eyes with astonishment. You are so full of him and wanting more the dull ache dissipating as you relax around his size nodding for him to continue.

Your small whimpers soon turn into moans of pleasure as he rides into you, gently pulling out with each thrust before softly returning back in. “You feel so good on me” he breathes. Your face in pure bliss beneath him with how he’s completely dominating your body.

He increases his pace to make you orgasm amplifying his thrusts wetly smacking his hips into you rocking you with each deep hit of his cock. He's so powerful you tilt your head back overwhelmed with pleasure and just let him take you.

Your vision blurs as your breaths increase, panting so hard you suddenly feel your self clench around him an explosion of intense pleasure rips through you making you shiver and moan loudly for him as your walls flutter tightly on his cock and he rides you through your first orgasm.

“Ughh..Wil… you feel so…incredible” you moan out tears brim and fall from your eyes. Your toes curling as you grab the sheets beneath and he continues his powerful thrusts into you making you his.

He lowers his chest on yours wiping your tears away with this thumbs as he slows down his thrusts “you took me so well” his voice is deep and full of lust “you’re perfect” he presses his mouth on yours in a hard kiss full of his compassion for you.

He releases his kiss and increases his thrusts wanting to cum hips smacking into you as he presses his forehead to yours panting against your face and catching your mouth in hot kisses, when you feel too good on him.

As he’s about to cum his breaths shudder into your mouth and his thrusts falter. He lifts off of you quickly sliding out, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as it begins to pulse he pumps it over your body as you stare at him in awe.

His plump lips open, his pupils are blown wide and his chest heaving as his abs constrict, he vigorously pumps his cock as he finishes spreading a silky warmth across your naval.

His body immediately softens as he releases his cock, chest is still rising and falling as he breaths heavily staring into your eyes full of complete satisfaction.

He squeezes your thigh tenderly before leaving the bed to grab a cloth. He carefully wipes down your naval cleaning off all of his sperm.

He discards it in a small hamper near the trunk and blows out all of the candles. Once the hut is dark you see the outline of his naked form in the moon light his cock now soft as he slips back into bed with you.

Pulling down the quilt you both lay on the sheets bringing it back up to chest height laying together face to face. “Are you alright?” He asks with a light concern stroking his hand through your hair “Yes of course Wil” you smile at him your eyes full of intense unyielding love. You've already fallen so hard for him vowing never to leave his side after what he made you experience.

He kisses your lips and pulls you into him resting your head on his firm bicep, your cheek is pressed against his chest as you inhale his scent of soft chamomile and sweat. You blink heavily until your eyes remain closed and you pass out.

You awaken to the sounds of loud birds chirping around the hut soft rays of sunlight just creeping into the windows at dawn

Wil is gone you touch the mattress infront of you where he slept and sit up startled he isn’t there, your clothing is folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

You get dressed and rinse your face using a glass jug of water in his kitchen space. Sitting in his blue reading chair you find it challenging to put on your second boot. The swelling and tenderness in your stitches making you wince as you stand up and bear weight on your foot.

Walking slowly you head outside putting less weight on the injured one. Wil is returning to the hut carrying a basket on his arm. He hands you an apple from the top “ breakfast?” he says smiling. You take it from him and eat “We need to return you to the village now I know that everyone is looking for you” he says and you nod in agreement. He puts the basket of full of apples in his hut closing the door behind him.

You begin the long trek back to the village. After a few paces across the meadow your already not feeling well your foot squishing painfully in your boot on the fresh stitches. You slow down and Wil keeps your pace.

As you reach the treeline and the ground becomes firmer you are practically limping and dragging your other foot. He comes to kneel infront of you “ I have to carry you it’s too soon to walk this far”he says, you climb up and rest against his back relieved and exhausted from the pain. He carries you the rest of the way to the village.

As you pass by the water fall this time the sun is shining brightly over it and you smile thinking of how differently the day would’ve gone If you had swam together and gone home like usual. Never experiencing sex for your first time with him. You press your face into the leather shoulder of his jacket smiling remembering all the things he did to you last night as he carries you. Then another thought slowly creeps into your mind.

“Wil if you were to leave, when would you plan to go?” you want to know if he will actually leave the village after what you said.

“I think in a few weeks time when your foot heals, I want to leave the village with you” he peers over his shoulder at you smiling knowing you want to leave as soon as possible with him. You lean forward and press a kiss against the shell of his pointy ear “I’ll be ready” you whisper smiling.

After a long while you finally emerge from the forest to the large valley filled with dozens of small cottages. A large archway welcomes you with an awning that reads “Shady Vale”

🪴END 🫐

[austinswhitewolf]

Finding One Of Your Own Pt. 1

I needed to give Wil some loving. There are not enough fics for him. Hope you all love this, Should be only three or four parts.

For as long as you can remember, you were with this group of Rovers. They always told you that they ‘saved’ you, that you were better off with them.

You only knew what they told you of the world beyond their group. You were known as a mongrel, half elf and half human, and despised by every race. But hated most by the Elves, who they always told you hunted down mongrels and locked them away to torture them. The fear that they had instilled in you kept you with them, never trying to run away. You were used to being beaten on whenever you did something wrong or when any one of them were upset. You bore many scars from over the years. There were a couple times that they had you hating your ears so much, that you had tried to cut the tips off, but the pain had been so bad that it just left scars. And it was something they would continue to rag on you for. Flicking the tip of your ear was also a punishment they used because of how sensitive elf ears are to touch. Whenever you left the camp you kept your ears covered, hair plaited and twisted to cover them. You were never allowed to let anyone besides your group see them. 

Over the last week, the group had been working on scavenging around a destroyed and abandoned village. Today had been the last day there, in the morning you would all be heading to do some trading for some needed items. You were taking care of the few horses while everyone else was having drinks and laughing around the fire they had going cooking dinner. Night was falling fast as you started to brush down the last of the horses, making sure nothing was stuck in it’s hooves as well. Spending time with the horses was your favorite, they always seemed to be happy to see you. And they were always gentle with you. One of them popped it’s head up, eyes and ears flicking over to the edge of the camp. Soon, all the other horses were doing the same, the one you were brushing started to shift nervously. There was a snap and suddenly the horses were taking off into the woods. You were knocked down as the one had turned to bolt. When you looked up, you saw trolls rushing into the camp. The rovers were pulling their weapons but with the alcohol in their systems, they were no match for the amount of trolls.

In the murderous rampage, you were trying to scramble to get a sword or some form of weapon when a troll swung it’s blade at you. You dove out of the way, but a cry left your lips as a searing pain flared up on your back. Wetness was starting to seep down your lower back as you managed to get up. One of the few ravagers that was still left alive had attacked the troll, garnering it’s attention away from you. 

When you looked around, all but three of the group were dead and the three alive weren’t going to make it long. Turning, you knew the only way to survive was to run. As you stumbled into the woods, the pain in your back was excruciating. The fear was clouding your judgment, causing you to just run and run. No particular direction in mind, just to get far away from the trolls. 

The longer you ran through the night, the more you stumbled to the ground, tripping over tree roots and rocks. The blood loss was slowly taking it’s toll, canceling out the adrenaline little by little. 

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As Wil left the building, ripping the gloves off, he turned to the Gnome that followed him out. He was shocked when he was corrected that Slanter didn’t secure him the job here, it was Allanon. Turning around to head back to his small house, his eyes caught on a figure that was nearing the edge of Storlock. His head tilted slightly watching the rough stumbling walk, something wasn’t right. You blearily saw small huts in the distance and started towards them. You were beyond exhausted, body on fire as you stumbled between the trees. Using them to help balance as you stopped once more to look towards the closest hut. A figure in white was standing there, you had no idea if they were facing you or not. Your head dipped a few times before your knees gave out under you. The pain from the heavy jolt from landing on your knees caused you to pass out, everything finally taking it’s full toll on you. The moment Wil saw you fall to your knees and then slump to the ground, he raced over and slid to your side. The blood, dried and fresh on your lower back was an immediate concern for him. When he turned you to your side gently, the heat coming off you showed a high fever. Wil scooped you up carefully into his arms and raced to one of the huts for more critical injuries. Within minutes, they had you on your stomach, cleaning your back to find the full extent of the wound. Black lines were branching away from the gash, the blade having been poisoned. It took a while to get the wound fully cleaned and covered it in a salve to draw out the poison. You would have to be watched closely over the next few days, changing the salve and watching for the fever to go down. Wil took it upon himself to do this. Over the next day and a half, you woke up a few times, delirious from the fever and infection talking about needing to get back to the group so you wouldn’t get in trouble.

At the end of the second day, Wil undid the plaits and twists in your hair, taking the time to get the knots that were starting to form out of the soft hair. The shock he felt at seeing your ears and the scars on them, shook him to his core. He saw the scars on your back as he would change the salve and keep the wound clean but the sight of your ears was what got him. What had you been through? Long thin fingers were gentle while tucking hair behind your ears. 

It was the next morning that your fever broke and mid day you started to slowly wake. Wil was coming back into the hut with the head healer behind him to check on your progress when they saw you shift and let out a soft groan. “She’s waking up.” Wil spoke as he moved to your side and sat back down on the stool he had there. The gnome was right behind Wil, his eyes shifting over your form. “Her color is better for sure.” His gruff voice caused you to stir again.

When your eyes fluttered open, you glanced around. Though the moment your eyes landed on both of them, you let out a shriek and shuffled away from them, falling off the edge of the bed before Wil could stop you. A yelp sounded out as you landed on the wound on your back. You were so frightened, that as you scooted back away from them to the corner of the hut, you didn’t notice the smeared trail of blood you left. When Wil moved around the bed to your side, he noticed your eyes never left the gnome. He turned and nodded to the male who quickly exited the hut.

Once the gnome was gone, your breathing started to slow a bit and your eyes scanned your surroundings. When your sight landed on Wil, his eyes were what caught you first. They were such a pure blue, mesmerizing to you.

“I’m Wil. What’s your name?” You shifted, resting your hand on his arm as you sat the rest of the way up with a groan and gave him your name. “We should get you back to the bed so I can take a look at your wound. It opened back up and I need to stop the bleeding.” The deep timber coming from this man helped soothe your raw nerves. When you nodded, he helped you back up and guided you back to the bed, sitting you down on the edge for him to take a closer look. Once you were sitting down, you shifted so he could have better access to your back. “How did this happen?” Wil asked as he put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. You took a moment before you started to explain how the trolls attacked your group and you were the only one to make it out alive. By the time you were done, he was starting to put some more salve on the wound. “That would explain how it was so badly infected and the poison.” After the salve was on, he put a bandage wrap around your stomach and back to cover it. His fingers deftly tied the fabric off quickly before he touched a scar just above the bandage. “This looks like it hurt.” “I caused the group to loose dinner. So that was punishment.” You said as if it wasn’t a big deal, and to you, it was all you knew. “Your group did this?” He was appalled at the thought of anyone hurting one of their own group. He leaned forwards so he could see your face. Turning your head to look at him, you opened your mouth to speak when your eyes saw his ear. Your hand reached up and gently touched the bottom of it. “You're a Mongrel too?” He gave just the slightest of a twitch/wince at that word. “I’m half elf, half human.” “Yeah, a mongrel. Like me.” You said as if it were a fact. Reaching up you moved your hair from covering your ear. “No one is a mongrel. That’s not a good word. Why do you use it?” You looked confused at his words. It was only a moment before you were telling him what all you had been taught about the races. When he gently asked questions about growing up, each response from you had his heart clenching in pain. “None of that is true.” He explained gently. Wil told you a quick generalized version of what the actual truth was. “You are safe here, the lands are safer than they have been in years.” Chewing his bottom lip slightly, he took a breath before reaching up and brushing your hair back over your ear. “What happened?” His voice was soft, eyes looking over the scarring on the tip of your ear. With what he had revealed to you, tears filled your eyes. “I was scared of having pointed ears. I didn’t want them, so I tried twice to do something about them. But it hurt too much. And I felt ashamed both times I couldn’t.” Wil felt the air leave his lungs in a woosh. How could anyone be so cold and cruel to have you believe it would be better to mutilate your ears. He gently reached up and with the lightest of touches traced over the scars. You were not expecting the warmth that flooded your stomach, the tingle to flow through your veins at the warm soft touch. A soft sigh left you as your eyes slid shut. This feeling was completely foreign to you. A flush filled Wil’s face and up his ears as he quickly pulled back, he knew better. Elf ears were super sensitive and were a pleasurable point. He knew how amazing certain touches could feel. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He said as he stood up quickly. “I need to let the head healer know how you are doing. I’ll be back shortly with food for you.” With that, he was out of the hut, leaving you in total confusion as to what had just happened.

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ally's wet hot smut summer

i would try and do this all fancy but i am not always the most graphically inclined. so this is basically kinktober but in the summer and stretched out over two months so i don't take on too much.

basically pick your day and pick your character/person and i will write it. if there is enough interest i will do four days that are double dips. now, day sixteen is a free day/free space where once the first 15 are filled, whoever wants that can go for it and pick the kink and if i'm okay writing it, i will. also within reason i might be able to work a kink into a specific verse as i did with my austin and dove/priscilla reader requests during kinktober.

only rule i'd like to make is one request per person- at least until this has been up for 24 hours. people who i write for are in the tags plus, and these four are mildly iffy so pick them at your own peril: wil ohmsford from shannara chronicles, hangman and rooster from top gun and mccoy from star trek ( i do err more to the kelvin timeline/aos/the karl urban portrayal as a warning, i'm also capable of writing not reader fic with him but idk all of y'alls taste because it's not the normal fandom y'all are used to. ) i'm also willing to attempt an elvis movie character or two so hey if you want to surprise me with a request for one of them i won't complain.

day one. cuckolding with steve x reader x elvis

day two. marking with sub wil ohmsford ( double dip: biker austin )

day three. mommy or daddy kink with selkie! elvis

day four. praise kink with austin butler

day five. degradation with austin butler

day six. titty fucking with rooster

day seven. uniform kink with army elvis

day eight. threesome/moresome with austin elvis x steve x reader ( double dip: elvis x jerry x reader x possibly sandy )

day nine. breeding kink with 70s elvis - specifically big daddy

day ten. knife or gun kink with big daddy elvis

day eleven. public play with big daddy elvis ( double dip: 50s/early 60s elvis )

day twelve. virginity/innocence kink with austin butler

day thirteen. period sex or breastfeeding kink with selkie elvis

day fourteen. housewife kink with spark universe elvis and lilly

day fifteen. religious kink/priest kink with '68 elvis

day sixteen. requester's choice with possession/possessive kink with 50s elvis ( double dip: threesome with movie based 60s elvis x priscilla x reader and facefucking with inexperience 50s elvis )

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Invisible String (Part 8)

part 8/9

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

chapter summary: an important on set visitor is followed by a very important question

word count: 3,300

author’s note: reminder that covid does not exist in this story so the filming schedule is one of my own making!!! also- this was started months ago, the priscilla bit with the tiny lisa mention written in like- november. all my love to the presley family ❤️

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

August 25th, 2020

“You know it’s gonna be fine, right?” You said, looking to where Austin was bouncing his leg as he drove. He forced a tight lipped smile, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“Do I?”

He’d been in this state since Baz informed him Priscilla had flown in to visit set for the day…in a text the night before at 10pm.

To an extent you understand why he didn’t want to psych him out too far in advance. It’s not like Austin had never spoken to the woman before, they’d talked on the phone a few times since he was cast. But there was that, and there was her watching him emulate the man live and in person.

And he had slept just about as well as Cora did most nights- that to say horribly. You weren’t on the call list for the light crew that day, something Austin linked to fate when he asked if you’d bring Cora to set for the first take he was set to do for If I Can Dream.

“I uh, I think ‘Cilla being there would psych me out less if you guys were around too,” He’d said and you’d agreed, the four year old over the moon about the spontaneous visit.

-

You went separate ways when you arrived at the lot, Austin heading to the hair and makeup while you steered Cora in the direction of the set you’d be hanging around for the take. She saw Baz walking in your direction before you did, tugging on your hand to pull you along.

“Hi Baz!” She exclaimed and his face lit up when he saw her, Cora looking at you for permission before she let go of your hand to run and meet him halfway.

“Hello Miss Cora!” He replied to her as he crouched down onto her level, giving the Stitch plushie she’d insisted on bringing along from home a little prodding. “And who’s your friend here?”

“Stitch!” She said excitedly, bouncing on her heels “And and he sings Elvis jus’ like daddy,”

The Stitch obsession had been kickstarted the week before by you and Austin showing her the movie for the first time, the look on her little face when she made the Elvis connection something you hoped you never forgot.

After a conversation with Baz that was definitely keeping him from where he needed to be- not that he minded in the slightest, the two of you carried on your way- Cora running ahead of you again the second Austin’s studio chair with Elvis stitched onto the back came into sight. You got her situated in it, and occupied with a video on your phone while you made small talk with your co-workers from the crew as you waited for Austin.

Austin, who you sucked in a breath when you eventually saw coming, white suit (and facial prosthetics) straight out of 1968. 

“Now who is that in my chair?” He asked playfully as he approached from behind, Cora giggling when he ticked the side of her neck from where he stood. Though her face shifted when she pivoted and got a better look at him. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him seriously.

“You look funny.”

“I know baby, the makeup people had to put special stuff on my face to make sure I look just like Elvis,” Austin said with a laugh, looking past her towards you nervously. “Have you seen Cilla around yet?”

You saw her coming over out of the corner of your eye as if on cue, Austin standing up a little straighter when he followed your gaze.

“Austin, wow,”  She said as she got closer, giving him a one over with an intrigued smile on her face. “This is uncanny.” 

A little sigh of relief escaped him at that approval, his shoulders untensing with it. 

“Yeah, I was half expecting this one to not recognize me with the prosthetics,” 

Austin reached over to ruffle Cora’s hair as she shifted to stand on her knees in the studio chair, watching Priscilla quietly. She clammed up even more when the woman gave her a wave, sucking in her bottom lip and reaching out for her daddy.

“Pretendin’ to be shy,” He cooed in her direction as he picked her up, brushing a finger over her cheek in an attempt to keep her from hiding his face in his neck. “Can you tell Miss. Priscilla your name baby?” He said gently, the four year old mumbling a quiet “Cora,” fingers grasping at the fabric of Austin’s sleeve. 

Austin reached out for you next, looping his free arm around your waist with a little squeeze. “And this here is her beautiful mom Y/N.” 

“I’m sorry- I’m a little starstruck,” You said and Priscilla only smiled. “That’s alright honey,” She replied, eyes soft. “You three make a beautiful family- I must say.”

You were mid thanking her when Austin got beckoned over by Baz to get into place, Cora pouting as he passed her back to you with a kiss on the head. 

“Remember we have to sit still and be really quiet, just like we’re at a movie theater.” You whispered as you sat back down in Austin’s chair, holding Cora in your lap. She gave you a little nod, looking down at her Stitch plush and shushing him as well. 

You’d watched Austin film before, both while working and while sitting cross legged in his chair. But this was something…otherworldly. The thrum of the music reverberated through every bone in your body, and you could see it having the same effect on Austin as he sang. 

When Baz yelled cut you waited for him to give you a little nod before you let Cora down, the four year old making a beeline for Austin as fast her little legs could carry her.

“Good singing daddy!” She squealed, earning a few ‘awhs’ from the crew as he crouched down to take her into his arms as soon as she was close enough- squeezing her tight. 

You saw Prisiclla coming back over out of the corner of your eye, her gaze in the same direction as yours watching as Austin sat on the ground with Cora in his lap, looking quite engaged in conversation with her stuffed animal Stitch.

“They’re precious together,” She said softly and you couldn’t help but smile as you replied, “Oh they’re inseparable- he’d have her here every day if Baz allowed it.” 

“Elvis was the same exact way with Lisa, wrapped around her finger from the day she was born.” 

You didn’t mean to inhale so sharply, but it happened, and you immediately felt guilty when you could practically feel her realize why a second later.

“God, I’m so sorry hon- I wasn’t thinking,” She started and you shook your head, sitting up a little straighter. 

“It’s okay,” You started, letting out a breath. “Actually pretty comforting that they’re as close as they are when he uh, only met her a few months ago. Makes me feel real guilty sometimes, and he’s told me I need to forgive myself a million times but,” You continued, looking at your lap. “Easier said than done I guess.”

“If it means anything, seeing the way he looks at you, at your little girl. I’d take his advice to heart Y/N.” 

You didn’t even see Austin coming over, Cora trailing behind him until you heard his voice- Elvis drawl in full effect.

“My ears were burning,”  He quipped and leaned in to kiss you, your hands coming up to the side of his face, eyes narrowed playfully.

“Mm, maybe an allergic reaction to the side burns?”

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss you again, and you admittedly found the current hair and makeup situation ridiculously attractive. But you were in the presence of your four year old and Prisiclla Presley. So you pulled back, Cora clamoring up into your lap.

“Do we gotta go home now?” She said with her head cocked to the side, bottom lip wobbling when you explained that the answer to that question was yes, given that there were reshoots to be done, alongside entire other scenes to film, and Austin probably wouldn’t be done until way past her bedtime.

Cora looked back to Austin, and it was endearing in a way that just seeing her mildly upset appeared to be breaking his heart a little.

“Oh Cor, no need for tears,” Austin said as he picked her up off your lap, brushing her hair back behind her ears.

He lowered his voice then and you didn’t quite catch what he was saying to her- something about plans for his day off tomorrow, but whatever his whispers entailed seemed to calm her down at least.

“Be good for your mama sweetie” He supplied as he set her back on her feet, pressing a kiss to the side of her hair. ”I love love love you Cora Jean,”

That put a smile on your face, your heart thumping in your chest as she echoed that sentiment right back at him. 

“Love love love you too daddy!”

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August 26th, 2020

“Momma,” Cora said from the open doorway of her room as you approached it, rubbing her eyes- and you assumed she’d only been up for a few minutes. “Yeah baby?”

 “Auntie Leah’s comin’ over, but I wan’ ‘pposed to tell you.” She said tiredly, and you paused.

Both you and Austin had the day off- and not that you had anything against your best friend, but you’d been intending on spending it with him. 

Replaying the last part of her sentence in your head, the wheels started to turn as you crouched down to her level. “You weren’t? Did daddy tell you that?” You asked softly, Cora giving a little nod. 

“Mhm, cuz o’ the surprise.”

Why Austin trusted the four year old would be able to keep any sort of secret to save her life you had no idea. But how endearing it was was certainly a distraction from the knots forming in your stomach as you put the pieces together. It wasn’t that you didn’t know it was coming- or that you didn’t want it. 

It being real, and happening today though, that was different. 

Sending Cora back to bed to sleep for a little while longer, you padded out into the kitchen, finding Austin leaned over the coffee machine.

You walked over as quietly as you could and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling your face into the back of his neck. Austin let a breath out, bringing his hands down to rest over yours.

“Mornin’,” He whispered, tilting his head back to kiss the side of your jaw. 

His voice was low in the way it always was in the morning, southern drawl mixed with husk making your stomach flutter. You pulled your arms from around him to side step and lean against the counter next to the coffee pot, arms crossed loosely over your front.

“Little birdie told me Leah’s coming over today, for some reason.” You started, Austin’s eyebrows quirking up as the coffee machine beeped. He set his mug under the dispenser, looking back up at with a bemused expression.

“Was this little birdie named a blonde haired blue eyed four year old named Cora?” He said, just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“She didn’t tell me anything else if that’s what you’re worried about.” You replied, reaching out a hand for his arm and squeezing lightly.

Austin nodded, glancing past you at the clock on the oven. “You uh- might wanna go get ready, she’s actually picking you up in about an hour.”

Well that was a different plan than what you’d gathered from Cora’s rehashing.

“Picking me up? You pay her to take me hostage?” You quipped and Austin let out a low laugh, bobbing his head from side to side. “Mm, kinda.”

Knowing you weren’t going to get much more out of him, you left him and his coffee to his own devices, walking back to your room to get ready for…whatever he’d been scheming with her.

-

Leah pulled up outside an hour to the letter later, fingers drumming against her steering wheel as you got into the car. She looked like she was about to burst, not that you blamed her given the circumstances.

Though you couldn’t help laughing at how wound up she looked as you clicked your seatbelt in.

“You know I know he’s proposing, right?”

Her eyes widened, though she schooled her expressions as quickly as it had changed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She replied to your remark flatly, looking behind her as she put the car into reverse and avoiding your gaze as much as was physically possible.

“Leah.” You emphasized. “Elvis wraps soon- we have to get visa shit sorted- we’ve talked about it- it’s not exactly a surprise.”

“The literal engagement isn’t a surprise no,” She started, voice taking a more serious tone. “But he wanted to make this special- so just go along with it, will you?”

She looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, lips tugged into a half smile as she waited for a response. And in spite of the fact that it all still felt a little ridiculous you didn’t doubt for a second that she was telling the truth. Maybe it was just the nerves making you a bit of a bitch.

“It’s not even 10am, what exactly are we doing all day?” You said and her smile widened, lips pressed together with trepidation. 

“That’s for me to know- and for you to find out,” She said with dramatase, and you resigned yourself to just being along for the ride.

-

By the time she was pulling back up to your flat it was almost six pm. You’d spent most the day being shuttled around the Queensland beauty scene, your nails painted, hair blown out and skin rejuvenated by a lengthy spa treatment you were fairly certain was only thrown into the itinerary to kill time.

After that jaunt she took you back to her own apartment, pulling a dress out of her closet with an addendum that Austin had brought it over two weeks ago. 

“When I asked him why it had to be kept at my place he said looking at it in his closet was making him so nervous he felt nauseous. And I told him being even a little bit nervous you’d say no was ridiculous, but it was pretty cute to see him all flustered about you.” 

And after a few more hours of stalling consisting of a Mama Mia double feature you were back in your own driveway- stomach flipping over on itself as the car came to a stop.

Leah reached a hand over the console to squeeze yours, pulling you out of your own head just a little.

“You deserve this Y/N,” She said softly. “More than anybody I’ve ever met in my life.”

You exhaled and squeezes her hand back before you stepped out of the car, smoothing over your dress as you walked to the front door.

Cora was standing in the window to the side, grinning when you gave her a little wave.

“Hi momma!” She greeted you as she stood on her tiptoes to open the door, dropping back onto her feels as you stepped inside. She was wearing a dress similar in design to your own, hair pulled into two twin braids you assumed Austin had put there. Crouching down, you brushed a hand over the back of her head, already feeling choked up. 

“Hi baby girl, you look so pretty,” You said softly, and she glanced down the hallway behind her. 

Turning back to you, she lowered her voice, swiping a tongue over her bottom lip just like Austin did when he was nervous.“Daddy hasta’ ask you something,” She said, pointing in the direction of the living room. “In there.”

Who you weren’t expecting to see as you made your way down the hallway there was Leah, standing behind your kitchen counter holding onto her camera. She motioned with her head to the patio door, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the picture of her dropping you off and promptly making a mad dash into the house through your backyard. 

But there was another picture that took precedence and stole your breath. Austin standing in the midst of flower petals strewn all over the ground, lifting his head as he heard your footsteps getting closer. He inhaled with a timid smile, reaching out a hand for you to take when you were near enough.

“Hi,” You said softly, and he gave you a one over, blinking rapidly before he opened his mouth.

“You look so beautiful,” He replied, voice as watery as you could see his eyes getting. 

“C’mon, can’t cry before you’ve even asked me.”

“Trust me, I’m trying,” Austin whispered a little laugh as he swiped at his eyes, grabbing both of your hands in his as he dropped to one knee.

“I love you so much.” He said on an exhale. “I thought about you constantly from the time you dropped me at the airport in 2015 and a little part of me always hoped against hope that we’d find our way back. But the past few months have been better than I ever coulda’ dreamed of.”

You could see tears pooling behind his eyes again- your own starting to sting as he kept talking, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb.

“Getting to be a dad- and getting to watch you be a mom- I fall more in love with you everyday. And I want nothin’ more than to take you and Cor back to the states and build a life together- a life that we’re gonna share for the rest of time.” He continued, gingerly letting go of your hands so he could open the ring box he pulled out of his pocket.

“Please marry me,” left his mouth at the same second “Yes, yes-” left yours, the overlapping of declarations getting a watery laugh out of you as he slid the ring onto your finger. You grabbed his face as he started to stand up, pulling him in for a kiss as you felt a familiar weight crashing into your legs.

Austin laughed as he pulled back, looking down at where Cora was wedging herself between the two of you, bouncing on her heels. 

“You said yes!” She exclaimed and you picked her up onto your hip, kissing the side of her face as Austin’s arm fell around your waist- holding the both of you. “I sure did baby, isn’t the ring daddy picked pretty?”  

“It’s his mommy’s,” Cora supplied and you paused, trying to process what she’d just said. It was gorgeous- and looked modern enough that that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Feeling choked up all over again, you swallowed thickly.

“Oh, Aus,”

Austin gave a little smile, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “Ash gave it to me when I was back in the states- even when I was tellin’ her I wasn’t sure how’d forgiving you’d be over the whole uh- debacle there.” He said quietly, sounding like he was about to cry again himself. 

Shifting Cora on your hip, you brought a hand up to the side of his face to kiss him again, the metal of your ring cool against his cheek as he reciprocated- laughing against your mouth at the squeaky ‘yuck!’ Cora let slip when she decided he’d been kissing you for too long. 

-

“I’m sorry if I seemed cagey shipping you off with Leah like that,” Austin said when you turned in for the night, an arm around you as you rested against him, his index finger tracing over your collarbone as you leaned into his side.

Shaking your head, you brought a hand up to caress his jawline with your thumb.

“Don’t be, it was sweet.” You said and he nodded in your hand, the love in his eyes as he looked at you damn near overwhelming.

Glancing down, you sucked in a little breath before you kept talking. “Y’ know how long I told myself I didn’t deserve a happy ending with you after everything I did?”

You hadn’t exactly meant to say it so harshly, and Austin’s eyes flashed with concern- but you cut him off before he could jump in.

“I love you Aus. And I don’t think that anymore.”

xxx

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#5

lookin’ for trouble

words: 1,662 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request by @stylesmendeshearted)  You’re an extra on the Elvis set during the Trouble performance 🥵 being the girl whose face he grabs  notes:  once again, masterlist posted here! it’s officially linked on my sidebar :)  warnings: steamy thots but SFW  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell (if you would like to be added to a general taglist for my austin x reader fics, please let me know!) 

A mix of organized chaos.

That’s what Baz reminds you of as you watch him circle back and forth on the stage that Austin is standing on as everyone prepares themselves to shoot the Trouble performance scene. As an extra, you don’t have many responsibilities except facial expressions…which honestly shouldn’t be too difficult given Austin’s sheer talent as Elvis. The way he moves his body and delivers his lines is just…art, there’s no other word for it. He completely gives himself over to performing and it’s hard not to get caught right up in it.

Anything going on with your face is completely genuine.

You know the general layout for the scene, feeling a bit cramped as you stand right up against the stage, several other extras behind you. Once the music begins and Austin starts performing, the crowd gets more and more rowdy, pushing you right into the stage edge. It’s not comfortable and kind of eats away at your claustrophobia but there’s a purpose here to almost throw yourself over the divide, to try and get closer and closer to Austin as he becomes more lewd in his movements.

Curling your hair around your ear, you wait patiently as Baz gives feedback to Austin about his last performance and then finally gives some direction about what he can do with the extras. The thing about Austin is that he definitely listens, takes notes, but when he’s fully into performing? There’s not too much of a script he follows. He keys in on Presley movements but he also adlibs according to the crowd’s reactions.

It's so incredible to see up close.

You’ve spoken with him a few offhanded times while participating in some scenes and Austin has always been extremely generous with his time. He doesn’t have to talk with any of the extras if he doesn’t want to—and yet he always does. He goes beyond just scene conversations—he asks names, how they’re doing, where they’re from, so on and so forth. It makes it really easy to work with him, even though you’re not as upper level as a co-star.

Austin stands in front of the mic, working his shoulders back a little and loosening his body movements. There are a few moments where he sways back and forth with his hips, humming a few of the lines he’s eventually going to sing. While others prepare for the shot, he skims the crowd before his eyes fall on you.

Your heart plummets straight into your belly because your gazes definitely connect, a small smile tugging the corners of your mouth. The way he’s dressed reaches straight into your chest and squeezes, a heated ache so easily between your legs that it’s hard to shake. He’s made for this role, that very much is certain. The black suit adds a darkness to his blue eyes, like the deep ocean, charcoal makeup gently sitting underneath. His socks match his cherry red tie, a pop of color that somehow comes directly for your throat and—suddenly he’s moving, crouching down in front of you.

“Y/N, right?”

He remembers your name and you nod, taking a step closer as you put your hand on the stage, “Yeah, hi.”

“Hey,” Some strands of his hair hang loose over his forehead, “I know Baz has talked to all the extras about performances bein’ unplanned but uh, I was wonderin’ if it was alright if I touched you—maybe clasped at your face. I just didn’t want you to be surprised—”

“No, that’s fine.” You answer quickly, far too quickly, your cheeks kissing pink at the realization.

He smiles slowly, amusement swimming in his blue eyes as he takes you in. There’s a definite moment where his gaze finds your lips and that seems wildly unfair.

You clear your throat, shaking your head. “I mean—whatever you need to do, that’s fine. I get it—bein’ in the moment and everything.”

“Okay,” He laughs lightly, “Good.” Austin turns his attention towards someone saying his name and gets up from his position on the stage.

You squeeze your eyes shut and mentally kick yourself at sounding so utterly ridiculous. Honestly, it’s nice that he even asked—he didn’t have to. When you were hired for this thing you went through all the hoops with Baz that Austin often performed by reacting to the audience. That made some of his movements unscripted.

But now there’s this ridiculous anticipation heated like fire in your belly as the set quiets, getting ready to call action. Which, this has to be exactly on brand with what the scene calls for, seeing Elvis walk onto stage, wondering what version of himself he’s going to be. That eagerness about how you’re not quite sure what you’re about to see, but you already know it’s going to be amazing.

And Austin nothing short of delivers.

A sharp breath leaves your body as the music plays back, a hearty thump of sound—

“If you’re lookin’ for trouble—you came to the right place.”

The crowd’s reactions are a slow boil, like a covered tea kettle in which pressure and heat builds and builds until it begins to whistle. Watching Austin on stage move his body to the music as he sings has got to be one of the easiest things to react to. There’s a fluidity to his body, like the rhythm and lyrics move through him while he performs. It’s addictive, hard to tear your eyes away, attempting to absorb absolutely every part. Not to mention that your body is reacting to his, hips slowly swiveling to the beat, heart hammering in your ears, palms sweating.

It's almost hard to remember that your reaction to him shouldn’t be internalized, even though it’s hard not to feel completely overwhelmed in this environment. You let out a short breath, taking a step forward and beginning to work past the guards creating a barrier, reaching out, knowing he’s only going to get closer.

“But if you’re gonna start a rumble, don’t you try it out alone!”

You audibly gasp even though you’re in good company around you in terms of sound, one hand resting on your chest while the other covers your mouth. As much as you’ve seen Austin perform, nothing prepares you for when he rocks back on the toes of his feet and lands directly on his knees, along the edge of the stage, slowly thrusting his hips forward as he sings the line,

“Because I’m evil.”

Your eyes widen automatically and you’re suddenly very glad that the background noise is so loud that no one hears the very obvious moan leaving your lips. Your gaze travels from his legs to his torso, right up to his face and he’s staring at you. Your hand falls from your mouth; Austin is not at all gentle as he leans forward and grabs at your chin, holding you close and in place as he sings the next line,

“My middle name is misery.”

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#4

coffee cart girl (pt2)

words: 3,588 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: wow, I did not expect such a warm response! thank you so much :) part 1 is here. if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know!  warnings: none tag list: @pearlparty, @theinvisiblecapricorn, @kittenlittle24, @andrewgarfields-girlfriend, @mirandastuckinthe80s, @nonsensical-nonce,

It’s been a few days since the whole coffee debacle and time continues on—coffee orders are taken, delivered and not spilled down the front of your shirt. Granted, you suppose that idea wouldn’t be too terrible given what you got out of it the last time. Though you’re not about to make a fool out of yourself, showing up to Austin’s trailer, asking to borrow another t-shirt. That’d totally be…ridiculous.

Okay, so the thought had crossed your mind only once, so what? You’re human.

“And ridiculous.” You emphasize to yourself as you check the orders and fill.

Sometimes it can be a mind-numbing process, coffee filling, and you’re really glad they can’t get too fancy on set. It’s just cream and sugar—no espressos, no lattes, no iced options. When it’s a Starbucks run? That gets a little hectic; can even take multiple trips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as your eyes run over the list…searching for one name in particular,

Butler – black, cream

Totally not playing favorites, or anything, you make that order next and take one tray off to make stops before filling the rest. You hum an Elvis song softly to yourself, habit of the job you’ve noticed, kinda difficult not to when you’re around it all day. Today it’s a mix of That’s Alright Mama and I’m Coming Home which makes no sense, and yet the tunes blend seamlessly together as you make turns around trailers and find the people you need to give coffee orders to.

You’re trying your best not to think about Austin, about him bringing you that coffee and talking to you about your script, about things that you got no business thinking about. But your mind wanders and, especially with all the buzz around set around how well Austin is playing Elvis, you kinda can’t help it either. His voice slips around your skin as you recall him asking about your writing, about whether you show it to anyone, making the hair on your arms stand up. While the Elvis outfits, especially the fits from the fifties, kinda squeeze your insides, you find yourself preferring when he comes to set—simple looks, the jeans, the t-shirt, the black jean jacket or the sherpa lined blue one.

You’ve never seen him without the black hair, but know he’s naturally a brunette, wisps of blonde. You wonder what it’s like to see him like that, how bright his eyes can be, what it might look like to notice him when the attention isn’t all over him.

You shake your head as you drop off a coffee in the makeup department before making your way to his trailer. Foolish—a handful of interactions does not make you special, nor important. Besides, you can’t let thoughts like this get in the way of what you’re here to do. Deliver coffee, obviously, but script work? Exposure? Elvis won’t be filming forever and it’s not guaranteed you’ll get picked up for another set job.

You carefully make your way up the steps, just in case, and knock. Taking a slow breath, you pause, listening to make sure before you open the door. Empty—just as it’s been the last few days you delivered coffee runs.

Disappointment crackles in your belly, spreading up to your ribcage as you make your way inside and set the coffee down on a small table in front of a couch. His jean jacket is there, whiffs of sandalwood in the trailer as you move to leave, mixed with something else that’s distinctly Austin.

Your stomach flutters and you quickly head out of there, closing the door behind you. You got work to do.

--

You’re fairly sure they’re working on the Trouble scene—you can hear the echoes of strong guitar strums, Austin’s voice ringing in the air and sending shivers down your spine. You wonder what it’s like being an extra in any of these concert scenes, what it’d be like to see Austin in full garb, pulling off Elvis moves and vocals. It’s impressive, would probably melt your right through the floor. You can only imagine.

Not to mention an extra salary wouldn’t hurt. Then again, doesn’t really open you up for what you should be doing—you pour over your script, flipping through pages, a headache pinching its way to your temples. This thing might never make any fucking sense. Some of the extras speak directly to Baz, at least the ones up front with Austin. You wonder…

“Y/N!”

You wince, turning to look towards Sal as she approaches the picnic table you’re at. One moment of silence for the great afternoon you were having—you already know it’s about to get ruined.

“Did you not get the afternoon orders started?”

You blink, glancing at the time. “I don’t start my rounds until three.” It’s two-fifty.

Sal narrows her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest in what no doubt will be a lecture. “Frank from lighting says he still hasn’t gotten his morning coffee—”

And you kinda stop listening there because that just…can’t be right. You know what that list said this morning, if only you could find the small clipboard that had all the morning runs. You must have set it down somewhere. Regardless, you know how to do your job, Frank didn’t ask for anything this morning.

“He wasn’t on my—”

“Maybe if you did a little less on attempting to crack into your big break,” She taps the script a bit aggressively, “and paid more attention to your job, we wouldn’t have angry lighting workers. Get moving.”

You work your jaw a moment—you know better than to argue, it’s not worth it, even when you know you’re right. You slide off the bench and collect your script, putting it into your bag for later, dropping it off where you keep your things. Quickly, you grab a cup and fill Frank’s order (a good memory, black with three Sweet'N Lows) and take it to set.

Seems like they’re between shoots or at least done with one scene and moving towards another because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to walk into the warehouse. Curling your hair around your ear, you see Frank working on a standing light fixture.

“Here you go Frank—” And as an apology is about to leave your mouth, he turns and practically snatches the coffee out of your hands.

“It’s about damn time, you know I’ve been waiting on this since this morning?” He snaps and you bite your tongue, hard. He definitely wasn’t on your order list this morning.

You’re almost not sure what to say; there’s nothing in it for you to argue your point, he’s going to be upset no matter what—just the kind of mood Frank seems to be in. You resist the urge to roll your eyes too and just take a breath.

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652 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#3

coffee cart girl

words: 2,424 ship: austin x female reader  summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you.  notes: just for fun, couldn’t get it out of my head warnings: none 

It’s one of those things where you can’t remember how the whole thing started. One moment you’re attempting to finish a script, get noticed, have someone other than your sister read what you’ve written to see if it actually makes sense, if it’s worth fighting for—and the next? You’re the coffee runner on studio lots, visiting trailer to trailer, getting orders and bringing them back. Celebrities, stars, directors, producers, writers, the whole world opens up to you. A friend of a friend, their aunt, got you the job—honestly you’re not overthinking it. This is your chance to make something of yourself, to put your foot in the door, to feel seen.

Except it never quite happens that way.

There’s the exact opposite effect, no one notices you. You blend into the background, become another body on a busy set, but hey—at least you can tell yourself, ‘one of these days I’ll actually show my work to someone’. Just a page, just pitch an idea. Go from there. And every day, you walk onto the same set of the movie you’re currently assisting on and do what you do best: grab coffee orders.

“Maybe this is actually my secret calling.” You grin, pushing your hair over you shoulder as you wave your ID badge to the security box entrance. They buzz you in and you wander on, seven AM, far too early for anything to be enjoyable.

Jillian, a beautiful redhead with tight curls and hazel eyes rolls them in your direction. She’s been working just as long as you have but with a very different job—hair and makeup. “Oh please Y/N, you just need to give yourself a chance. Let someone in? I’m sure you’ve got great ideas.”

You purse your lips, comfortable in a pair of black mom jeans and a white t-shirt today, simple. “How do you know? I could have some awful ideas. Hollywood’s full of ‘em.”

She snickers, “I dated an actor once, he thought he was God’s gift to film—trust me, I know a tacky personality when I meet one. And that’s not you.” She gently taps the tip of your nose, making you crinkle it, before hurrying off towards the hair and makeup trailer.

“Y/N.”

You sigh, head tipping back slightly to the sky as a resounding voice makes it to your eardrums. That’s Sal, an older woman who’s wrinkles remind you of crunched up old velvet and has a smoker voice to somehow match. She runs the show around here…quite literally other than Baz, who deals with everything that’s not the day-to-day small jobs. Sal’s job is to make sure everyone is on time, that trailers don’t need anything…that writes her paycheck.

You turn with a smile that somehow hurts your teeth, “Mornin’ Sal.”

“You gonna grab people’s coffee today or just stand there?” She asks, moving to hand over a slip, “Already did your job to grab the few orders of the people who are here already. Think you can handle the rest?”

You hum—kill her with kindness. “Absolutely, thank you.”

Your eyes run down the order list—mostly for hair and makeup, wardrobe, and then you catch a particular name towards the bottom—

Butler – black, two sugars.

Your eyebrows crinkle together before wandering towards the coffee cart. Sometimes people request Starbuck runs but it seems like today isn’t that day. Robotically, you begin filling coffee orders but the bottom name has you a bit stumped. Today is not the first day you’ve brought Austin Butler coffee and it won’t be the last, least until they’re done shooting Elvis. But you feel like you’ve got a pretty good memory when it comes to orders…and he does not do sugar. Sometimes it’s a treat with a splash of milk, but not sugar.

You make a judgement call, pouring the splash of milk and loading up the drink holder to make your rounds. Sal, ironically, is not the most detail-oriented person. This whole sugar thing has got to be wrong.

As you make your way around set to drop off coffees, you find yourself contemplating on the fact that coffee really is an all-day thing—whether it’s this early morning set call, late at night shoots or middle of the day cravings, nearly someone almost every two hours is requesting some sort of pick-me-up.

“Thanks Y/N.” One of the other makeup artist smiles at you, tipping the cup in a cheers motion and you wink back.

Two deliveries left…

Turning a corner around the trailer, you make a beeline for Austin’s, because odds are he has to be in front of a camera soon. Or at least to another trailer to get hair and makeup or wardrobe, whichever. No sooner do you walk up the steps to knock on the door, it opens, almost hitting you square in the face. Luckily—luckily? It hits your hands instead.

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as hot coffee spills all over the front of you, but it’s not so much the noise you make in pain but moreso surprise. Your mouth opens, blinking once, twice, because—really?

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Austin says quickly, clearly rattled by the set of five shared moments. “I usually open the door a lot slower, I’m late.” He’s got that Elvis drawl—you’ve heard it a few times on set when you linger close to scenes taking place just to get a glimpse of how the written work becomes an actual picture.

Could really be you someday, your written words leaving an actor’s mouth. Not really feelin’ like today however with a very large coffee stain down your front.

“No, it’s—” You let out a soft laugh as he reaches for the coffee tray, your eyes flickering up—he’s not dressed as Elvis, not yet, hasn’t even been to hair and makeup yet because his hair is untamed, a soft black with iridescent hues hanging in a few strands over his forehead.

“I usually start the day like this, with coffee.”

He blinks, seeming to process that what you’ve said is a joke before a shy laugh tumbles out of his chest. “Right.” It’s an attractive sound, and maybe if you weren’t so flustered, you’d let yourself enjoy it. “Least lemme help you clean up or…get another coffee.”

“I think that’s my job.” You smile, but the offer is nice. Most of the time, or at least some celebrities you’ve come into contact with, kinda sweep interactions under the rug, make mistakes your problem, are too busy to even apologize. Which whatever, you’re not gonna hold that against them, you got more important things to worry about.

But the fact that Austin offers, even is willing to grab other coffees when he’s the star running late…it means something. A twisting in your stomach spreading heat like vines wrapping around a house, definitely something you’ll end up thinking about later.

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786 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#2

familiarity

words: 3,585 ship: austin butler x reader  summary: (request) readers friends are obsessed with austin and reader meets austin out and about. austin is intrigued by the reader's lack of interest and is determined to get to know you notes: first request, really excited. thank you! if you do not see your request posted, I promise it’s coming. My writing takes time and I appreciate the patience xo  warning: none  tag list: if you’d like to be added to any of my requested austin x reader fics, please let me know :) 

Tipping your head back towards the sky, you take a deep breath into your lungs as you exit the theater with your two best friends. Seeing Elvis for the third time is beginning to grate on your nerves—don’t get it wrong, the movie is incredible. The acting, the costumes, the music, all of it, ten out of ten, you just don’t need to see a film more than twice in theaters. Your friends are giggling like schoolgirls over the lead, Austin, and well—right, he’s definitely pretty but you don’t understand the hype. You don’t think you’ve really seen him in much before this.

“You two are beginning to sound borderline stalker-ish.” You tease over your shoulder, Marie reaching for your arm and forcing you to walk with them.

“I don’t want to hear it; you’ve watched tons of things over again for your favorite actor. What about Charlie Hunnam?”

You let out a soft breath that flutters your hair, “We don’t talk about Charlie.”

Paige grins, putting a hand through her strawberry-blonde strands, “Well that’s fine because we want to talk about Austin. Can you imagine the physical endurance he had to have to pull off all those movements? Performances?”

Marie grins, “Oh so we’re talking about his stamina?”

You roll your eyes even though you’re smiling as you head back to the car with them. It’s not that you don’t think Austin Butler isn’t attractive, he is, and obviously very gifted and talented. And maybe it goes beyond him being your type or not—sometimes it’s just hard to think about things other than what you’ve been going through recently. That’s what heading to the movies was supposed to be for, an escape, your best friends dragging you out of your apartment despite the fact that you’ve seen this film already.

But they know you need the extra support and you love them for that.

Your past breakup has been rough, moreso than you ever imagined it was capable of being. Just…the person you thought you’d been in love with for seven years turned out to be a completely different man. He was a cheater, a liar, and abusive—not necessarily physically, but definitely emotionally.

You’re working on building a better space for yourself, but it hasn’t been easy. You suppose anything worth it rarely is, but sometimes it’s hard to think about anything else. Shaking those thoughts loose, you get into your car as Marie and Paige continue to talk about their favorite scenes from the movie—describing them in detail as if they’re not going to visit the theater for a fourth time.

You smile a little as you start the engine, pulling out of the parking spot—you guess there’s really nothing better than an escape, especially when it involves a very handsome actor named Austin.

--

It’s a beautiful Fall day, the kind of season that feels like it might be snuggle worthy even in the sunlight. Crisp, crunching leaves, the end of summer passing along it’s final rays of heat. This is your favorite type of weather, right before it gets too cold. You can wear jeans, booties and a t-shirt with a jacket and have zero concerns. Not to mention it’s ideal to sit outside with a cup of coffee…which is your reward for getting grocery shopping done today. You push the cart around the aisles of Whole Foods, crinkling your nose at the selection they’ve got for most items because…it seems a little bare in some spots. Definitely in that time slot of restocking shelves.

No matter, you’ll make do with what you get and then come back another day this week to grab anything you might be missing. Surveying your cart, you’re pretty much done except for your favorite cereal, so you turn the cart in that direction and pause amongst the boxes.

Maple Clusters—literally one of your favorite things. Add a little extra cinnamon and honey? Ugh, with a cup of coffee it’s damn near perfect. And that’s something you never like to say often—that something is perfect, because you’ve learned the hard way that nothing ever is.

You let out a slow breath, moving down the aisle and spotting the box you need on the top shelf. Abandoning your cart, you walk to grab it, arm raised—

And someone else snatches it right before you can. You blink, looking over at the taller guy who has your Maple Clusters in his clutches. He seems to sense you standing there, because he turns slightly and blinks, looking down at the box.

“Sorry, were you goin’ for this?”

For some reason he looks wickedly familiar, like you’ve seen him in this store before or…maybe just around. New York is one of those places where you can run into the same ten people out and about over the course of a month—which sounds like it makes zero sense until you live here.

You hesitate for a moment, taking him in, tall, boyish charm with blue eyes that are only brightened by the curls of his dirty blonde hair and the jean jacket sherpa he’s wearing. Attractive? Yes. Annoying? Also yes.

“I was,” You lick your lips, “It’s the best cereal they have.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he turns to face you, still holding onto the box between his hands. “I know,” There’s a sort of drawl to his tone, a deeper octave that maybe you weren’t expecting. It almost seems like it doesn’t quite go with his face, body, something learned. “That’s why I grabbed it.”

You narrow your eyes, attempting to grab anything else that you might be able to barter with. “Okay—there are plenty of decent second options here. Strawberry Oats, got little yogurt pieces in there,” The guy’s face takes on this amused twist, watching as you try to argue which cereal he should buy instead so you can have the one in his hands.

You notice he’s wearing rings on his slender fingers too which is…definitely not a negative, but not the point, either.

“Here and this one? Chocolate.” You wave the box for emphasis, “Who doesn’t love chocolate?”

“I dunno, do you? Seems like if you’re gonna argue for these cereals, you should just go head and buy ‘em.”

Heat kisses your cheeks and splotches down your neck, “No—I’m saying you should get one of them and surrender the Maple box.”

“I was here first.”

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My #1 post of 2022

co-stars

words: 2,475 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @lovvelylivv) “hidden co-star relationship“ where austin and female reader are doing press tour 4 elvis and the interviewer is like low key flirting w her and austin is clearly jealous but he can’t do anything bc they’re not public yet.  notes:  masterlist posted here! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell

It just sort of happened, that’s what you tell your closest friends.

You’ve been in plenty of films before to know the drill—showing up, doing your job and doing it well, going through the motions of before and after a movie wraps, the interviews, the parties, the events, the awards. You know for the most part what to expect.

But what you didn’t expect was Austin.

Your agent comes to you with this great opportunity, to be in a film that’s not quite a biopic but something more than that, a story that needs to be told and shared about Elvis Presley. You’re not quite sure how you fit into this thing or even if you can carry out something that’s so important to this man’s legacy. But you’re a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and so when you get the part from your audition, you know you’re not going to take anything for granted.

Working with Austin is just the icing on the cake. You knew of him from similar circles, but you didn’t understand how incredibly talented and dedicated he was until working with him firsthand. Not only that but he’s extremely humble, thoughtful, and sweet. Not only was running lines and scenes with him easy, but he also became a fast friend that you could talk to about the film, the industry and just general things you’d been going through.

You knew Austin had lost his mother when he was younger, he’s always been rather open about that with regards to his Elvis role, but you don’t quite have the words to be able to say how much he was there for you when your dad got sick. Right in the middle of filming too. So much of your world was spinning off it’s axis and Austin was the only person that made things slow down, still. Your father eventually got better, but it was an incredibly rocky few months and you don’t think you would have made it through without having someone to lean on.

So it’s only natural that a month or so after that, you two started seeing one another.

At first it was just kissing—electrically charged moments leftover from emotionally vulnerable states, the connection you two felt over shared experiences, shared pain. But it obviously blossomed into being something more than that because your feelings didn’t have anything to do with finding an escape.

Kissing turned into spending the night, which turned into dates, which turned into introducing friends and family—even though your father already knew Austin well from all the time he visited in the hospital. The relationship is serious, yet very private. Both of you know what it’s like to have your lives turned inside out by Hollywood, to constantly being under the microscope of the public eye and…you both want to focus on what’s important, which is right now Elvis and all the hard work you’ve put in over the years.

Your relationship is your business and yours alone, Austin agrees that there’s a time and place to go public. For now, it’s minimal PDA that doesn’t go beyond close friends and the real intimacies behind closed doors. Austin’s a gentleman naturally, so most of the time his mannerisms towards you are easily explained.

It makes sense, though it doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

You walk out of a small back room to an interview space, mostly a red-curtained area that has the ELVIS movie logo behind two tall chairs that you and Austin are going to sit in. You’re not mic’d yet, so small conversations are able to be had as everyone else runs around to get ready for the interview. You give Austin a small smile, his hand along your lower back as you walk to the chairs,

“You gotta help me climb onto these things.”

A soft laugh rumbles in his chest and well, these chairs are slightly awkward. They’re elevated from the ground but especially if you’ve got heels on? You kinda got to hold onto someone else as you hoist yourself up and get situated.

“What would you do without me?” He teases, holding onto your hand and helping you up. “You good?”

“I think,” You shimmy around to get comfortable, adjusting your blazer that you paired with black skinny jeans and black studded heels. Austin’s just got a simple black t-shirt on, pleather pants but…the man could wear grocery store paper and still look great.

“Don’t be fallin’ over in one of these things.” His hand lingers along your hip and brushes your arm as he moves to take the chair next to you and you try not to think about how easily he adjusts with his long legs. One is bent just slightly as his heel rests on a rung of the chair.

“Right, would hate for you to show up at my mom’s house tonight for dinner without me.” You grin, voice an octave lower just in case.

Austin smiles, licking his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, “Your mom loves me—she probably wouldn’t even think twice.”

You snort, shaking your head. Honestly…that’s a bit true. Guaranteed she probably made an extra special dessert or something for him since she knows he’s coming to dinner. You straighten your shoulders as the interviewer comes out behind the red curtain, sitting in the other chair. A slew of other people follow, putting mics on both you and Austin, makeup people padding a few spots on your faces and finally asking if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

The interviewer’s name is Max and he’s this really chill guy from Brooklyn who has his own YouTube channel and podcast and you’re able to talk with him a little bit before getting started, cameras being turned on and intros being swept out of the way. Max does a great job at ping-ponging the questions back and forth to you and Austin, which you really appreciate. Sometimes you’ve been in interviews where questions are mostly for Austin—and that’s totally okay with you, but half the time you’re not even asked a second question in a half hour or hour span of time.

Austin makes sure you’re always pulled into the conversation though too, somehow turning questions about him, his craft, or his experiences, to loop you right into responding. It constantly makes you want to lean over and kiss him on the cheek for being so thoughtful. Max balances the questions out without being prompted, which makes the interview far more interesting to be a part of.

“So, I just gotta pause and say, Y/N, you were incredible in the film,” Max says, “I mean, just as often as I was blown away by Austin, I was astounded with you as well.”

You smile, still not used to taking compliments but you’re always appreciative to hear them. Your cheeks flush a soft pink and you can feel rather than see Austin smiling too in your direction, that sort of proud awe look he’s reserved for you many times over.

“Thank you,” You curl your hair around your ear, “It’s definitely a marathon race kind of movie, twists and turns, all good things though, astounding experiences.”

“What was the most difficult part for you?” Max begins to ask but then touches the earpiece he’s wearing, “Oh wait—hold on. Seems like we’re getting feedback from your mic. Sorry about that,” He stands from the chair, “Gonna need to switch it out.”

“Oh,” You look down, beginning to unclip it from the blazer you’re wearing. Austin picks up his water during the small break, taking a sip as Max gets another mic and helps you switch it out. Your hands brush as you exchange mics but you’re having trouble pinning it back on the lapel of your blazer without it falling.

“Here—let me…” Max trails off, stepping into your personal space. You can see Austin out of the corner of your eye watching, but trying not to, the interaction. You’ve gotten pretty well at sussing out Austin’s body language in this time together, as he’s come to know yours, so it’s clear that he’s not thrilled with how close Max is standing to you.

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[lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess]

The Shannara Chronicles Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Allanon x Reader: 

Imagine being a druid that survived the Third War

Dating Allanon would include...

Imagine being the one elven druid that figured out how to become immortal, without using terrible means

Ander x Reader: 

Jealous Much

[erajunex]

Here is a small extract from my dom!Austin x shy! reader one shot.

➡️ read the entire work here!

18+ content under the cut MDNI.

His forefinger traces a line up your thigh and reaches the hem of your nightie, your cheeks reddening as soon as he lifts it up, giving you goosebumps.

Austin feels his cock throb in his pants at the sight.

You aren't wearing panties. As he wished.

"No panties, mh?" you shook your head no, feeling heat starting to pool right on your bare center and your heart pounding in your chest.

You feel so exposed under his touch, so weak, so small, so vulnerable at the feeling of your skin burning under his lingering hot gaze. Your body is completely at his mercy, poorly covered by that tiny piece of fabric while Austin still has his suit on, fully clothed by head to toe, looking at you like an uncompromising master who's thinking about the right treat for his good submissive. And in the darkest and deepest part of yourself you're loving it.

You love that he always wants to be in control. You love being controlled by him.

Okay so… who’s waiting for this? Comment down here if you want to be added to the tag list!✨

[austinswhitewolf]

One of the last Morrigan

This one is one I've been thinking about for a while. Let me know what you think. Love shifter stories.

You were a Morrigan, one of the last. When you were little, your parents would tell you stories of druids and elves working with your people centuries ago, Of a bloodline Shannara and how they always were defenders of your kind. Over time though, they were hunted down and killed. Only a handful were left alive and they hid, constantly moving from place to place. You were twelve when you and your parents were found. They had given up their lives to save you, give you time to escape. From that moment, you never stopped moving, never trusted any race. Most of the time, you stayed in your horse form. With a coat so black it was almost blue, long wavy mane and tail, you were tall and built like an Andulusian. Though your speed and endurance was unmatched by any other horse. The only mark that stood out was a pure silver/white crescent moon near your ear on your forehead. Through the next ten years, you would spend time with small herds of wild horses for a small time before moving on again. You had constant wanderlust, always getting twitchy and antsy if you stayed in one area too long. 

You had just recently found your way to a large forest that you spent time exploring. There was a small beautiful meadow that you were grazing in when you heard a snap. Your head shot up, ears shifting towards the noise, eyes alert. Taking deep breaths, trying to smell anything on the breeze. 

There was movement out of the corner of your eye to the right, flicking your tail as you quickly shifted to look. A young looking man, tall and thin was wandering through the woods, leading a chestnut horse behind him. You slowly and as quietly as you could, moved towards the edge of the meadow, trying to get out of site. The young man stopped and looked over when your hoof hit a small rock, clacking against it. Bright clear blue eyes connected with yours before glancing over you and then the area around you. When he didn’t see any sign of a person around he slowly took a few steps towards you. Snorting loudly, stomping your hoof in warning, he stopped. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was deep and smooth. Something about it calmed some of your frayed nerves though you weren’t sure why. Wil watched you for a few moments before he slowly went back to his collecting of healing plants and herbs. He kept an eye on you the entire time. This man was not trying to outright catch you or hurt you. So you decided to just stay along the edge of the meadow and watch him. You wickered a hello to his horse who responded happily. She was relaxed and calm. Over the next hour, Wil continued his gathering while you very slowly inched closer to him, trying to find out whatever you could about him. The few times you caught his scent, it was unique, nothing you had ever smelled before. Most beings had a general scent. Rovers always had a slightly sweaty smell to them. Trolls were sour and the few gnomes you came across smelled like soil. This man smelled like pine and rain with something you couldn’t identify. By the time Wil was just about done gathering what he needed, you were maybe fifteen feet away from him, ears and eyes locked on him. A small smile filled his face as he put the last of the plants in his saddlebag before pulling out some bread, dried meat and an apple. He sat down on the edge of the meadow, leaning against a tree while letting his horse graze. When he finished his bread and meat, he grabbed the apple off his lap and took a bite. Your eyes shot to the apple when you smelled the sweet scent on the soft breeze. You could feel your mouth water some, lips twitching some. He held the apple out to you, eyes soft. A small sound left you as you tossed your head up. Take the apple from him? He was out of his mind. You would never get that close to anyone. Stomping a hoof, you turned so your side was to him, leaning your head down and taking a mouthful of sweet grass. Flicking your tail while chewing, you watched him out of the corner of your eye. When the man stood, you took a few steps away from him. Wil moved to his horse, pulled another apple out of his bag. He gently tossed it to you before taking another few bites of his apple before letting Cricket eat the rest. She chomped happily on it. Taking the few steps to the apple on the ground, you sniffed it before deciding to take a bite. Within moments the apple was mostly gone, mouth watering from how tasty and sweet it was. It had been a long time since you had an apple. Once Cricket had finished her apple, he started to guide her back the way they had come from. He didn’t even glance back, that was what had you following at a distance. No one had done this, they had all tried to catch and tame you, cage you or chase you off. When he reached the edge of the forest, he mounted Cricket and when he saw you, a smile formed. “What a beauty you are Ebony.” He said, “I hope to see you again soon.” With that, he turned Cricket and started off.

The further off he rode, you felt a clench in your gut. It wasn’t until he was just a dot on the horizon that you made a reckless decision. You took off after, mane and tail flowing in the wind as you covered ground quickly. When you came to the top of the hill you had last seen him on, you slowed to a stop. Off in the distance you could make out a small house/hut, and this strange young man was riding towards it. You moved down the hill towards a stream you could hear, deciding to wait to get any closer. You watched when he slid off his horse, took the saddle and bridle off before brushing her. Then when he turned her out into her pasture, he moved into the house.

Over the next few days you watched while he worked around the land, making trips on Cricket. Everything was done with care and patience. On the evening of the third day, you made your way towards the pasture Cricket was in. When she saw you she whinnied out to you. Wil poked his head outside when he heard her. His eyes caught movement in the darkness, he could see your shape, your coat darker than the night. ‘Well looks like someone made a friend,’ Wil thought, happy to see both of you interacting. The next day, when Wil was feeding Cricket, he left out a small amount of grain and a pail of water for you. When you stumbled upon them, you tipped the water over, not trusting it. Also barely nibbling on the grain. Always staying a distance from him whenever he was outside. When he would see the knocked over pail he would just smile and refill it. Finally on the fifth day, you started to drink the water he left, eating all the grain. There were times he would just sit outside under the tree by the house and read. One time he had dozed off, you decided to be gutsy. Silently as possible, you moved over towards him. When you did reach him, you just looked him over. His face was so innocent and young looking. It was then that you decided to give him the smallest of chances. You gently nipped the book off his chest and backed up a few steps before dropping it, flicking your tail before nickering at him. Blue eyes shot open and he leaned up on his elbows, not sure what was going on. Rubbing his eyes, he reached for his book. When he didn’t feel it, he looked around, eyes catching you standing a few feet from him, his book at your feet. 

“Trouble maker huh?” He asked with a soft laugh, his voice gravely with sleep. When he reached out for his book, you pranced back away from him and swished your tail again. This became something you loved to do, whenever he would nap under the tree, you would nab his book and drop it a few feet away from him. The one time he didn’t have a book, you got a mischievous glint in your eye. You gently, and very slowly, nibbled his hat off his head, blond hair sticking out as you backed up with it. With a soft nicker, he was soon awake. When he sat up, you finally noticed his ears. He was an elf! No wonder he was kind, maybe that is why he smelled the way he did. Is that what elves smelled like? Before he could move, you slowly, tentatively moved towards him. Your ears were twitching, muscles tensed ready to bolt if need be. When you got close enough, you dropped the hat by his side. Wil watched, pleasantly surprised at the courage you were showing. Slowly, he turned his hand over in his lap, so it was palm up then just waited. It took a few minutes before you slowly lowered your head, pressing your nose into his hand. It was that day that you began to slowly trust him more and more, letting him get closer to you and having small strokes on your neck.

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A week later you noticed that he wasn’t outside as much, and when he was, it was to do the chores quickly. Here and there he would take off on cricket and return hours later, rushing inside with some pouch of something or another. One day, he took off on Cricket and when he finally returned, she had barely stopped before he was running into the house. It was a few hours later that he slowly emerged and put Cricket back in her pasture for the night. His eyes were puffy and red. A sniffle would leave him every now and then. Once he finished, he moved to the tree, sinking to the ground, arms curling around his legs and burying his face in his knees. Moving over to him slowly, you gently lip some of his hair before touching your nose to his shoulder. Within moments, his arms were up around your neck, crying into you. You carefully curled your front leg under and laid down, wanting to comfort him any way you could. The rest of that day, you were never too far from him. 

[romantiqueofthemind]

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

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

[absorbedbutler]

hi luv! so idk how to put this so im gonna throw out some words if u need a clearer explanation i gotchu

this photoshoot + manspreading (i don’t wanna say fetish but like attraction??) + thigh riding

DO UR MAGIC 🗣 (whenever u can ofc)

this is so… omg.

the final lighting guy had packed up his stuff and left, leaving you with your boyfriend in the dimly lit studio.

you had always followed austin to his photo shoots so you could spend time with him during his busy day, but you had been quiet since the first few hours of the shoot.

austin motioned for you to come over, concern etched in his features as you walked.

you straddled his bent knee in between you as you placed your hands on his shoulders, looking in his eyes

he squeezed at your hips “y’okay? you’ve been so quiet all day, normally can’t get you to shut up in between shots” he said as the wrinkles in his forehead soothed down

“i’m okay,” you smiled down at him softly “just… liked watching today i guess”

immediately tension filled the air, “what did you like? saw you staring”

“oh you know, the last few ones…” you said shyly looking down at the floor

the photographer had him in a chair, legs spread as he looked at the camera. you had watched from the sidelines as your thighs squeezed together, unable to do anything.

“yeah? bet it had you thinking huh, my legs spread?” he questioned teasingly at you.

your lips parted and you looked back up at him, unable to speak.

suddenly your standing position was altered as he pushed the backs of your knees so you fell down onto his thigh

immediately the contact hit your clit, a gasp coming from you as he looked you up and down

“cmon, move.” he said nonchalantly

slowly you started to move up and down on his clothed leg, the friction you had waited for all day finally coming and it was even better than you imagined

he started to bounce his thigh, bringing you to cry out and grip his shoulders harder

his hands moved down to your ass, pushing you down as you moved against him, your body felt like it was on fire

his mouth hung open at the sight of you, he was in awe of you

your eyes rolled back and you were letting him do most of the work as your legs ached and burned

your clit was throbbing against him and his hands dug into the flesh of your ass

you shook your hips against him, creating an ungodly sensation that you felt deep inside of you, causing you to smack his shoulder with every bounce of his leg

everything was crowding your senses, your panting noises, feeling his thigh under you, the sweat on your forehead, the orgasm building in you

it all went white, you crashed into his chest, uncontrollably moaning and whining into him while he soothed his hand down your back as he bounced you through your orgasm

“think i need to work with this photographer again if this is what happens”

[littledanette]

there’s literally no wil/reader fics on here????

like????

hello???

HELLO????

…. well, it seems like once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow fanfic readers falls to me. fortunately, I am up for the task.

follow me, pretty boy. we’ve got some readers to woo.

If anyone has any requests……….. send away👀

[bcofl0ve]

✨ fic masterlist ✨

please send requests to @bcolfanfic , thank you!

austin x reader series

invisible string : a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

social media/phone blurb 1, 2, 3

random headcanon/s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

what started in beautiful rooms (priscilla actress!reader) : “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.

part 1, 2, 3, wip blurbs

headcanons + social media/phone blurbs (can be applied to the WSIBR universe or read as stand alone pa!reader content)

pregnancy scare/'babygate' 1, 2, 3, 4

graceland/presley fam ish 1, 2, 3,

austin x pa!reader x luke bracey 1, 2,

on nail biting and the multiverse theory, a press tour anecdote

olivia dejonge x reader one shots + blurbs

friends to lovers headcanons

aus!elvis/elvis x reader one shots + blurbs

you got me : some guys at a tour stop get too close for comfort while elvis is off talking to a reporter. a lil angst + hurt comfort.

itty bitty pretty one : elvis being lost in playing peekaboo or making faces for his baby daughter to get her to laugh, so much so that he doesn't realize you've walked in.

bad habit : you knew the first fight was going to happen at some point. and as the honeymoon phase started to slip away you could feel it edging in from around the corner. little things were starting to get under your skin, and you could sense that elvis was experiencing the same.

austin x reader one shots + blurbs

wherever you go, i'll follow : the cannes film festival is your first big press event and when your nerves get the best of you you're worried that austin will want someone who can keep up with his lifestyle. hurt/comfort with a lil' fluff.

rubble to rubble : starting a family with austin doesn't come as easy you thought it would.

hey little hollywood : austin butler was a part time expert in seeing right through every wall you put up, which you'd come to accept as both a gift and a curse.

late night "talking" : surprising austin at set after a long day didn’t come without an ulterior motive. which he fed into happily of course.

bad idea : "austin and reader are watching the 68 comeback special, reader is a huge elvis fan and is getting super hot & bothered watching elvis (so HOT in the special). austin is amused and teases her and then it turns into smut with maybe some role play austin as elvis. just my thoughts!"

pov you're dating austin butler and looking at your phone

pov you're the priscilla actress @elvisabutler talks about and you're on your phone a lot

everything changes : austin waiting for the birth of his child and offering encouraging words during birth <3

never grow up : you'd excepted you and your daughter to shed some tears on her first day of kindergarten, and not that you didn't think austin wouldn't be emotional. you just didn't think he'd be more bent out of shape than the both of you combined.

austin x law student gf reader headcanons

austin x gracie abrams fc!reader fake ig

look after you : as proud of austin as you were for how hard he’d worked, elvis wrapping felt like being able to exhale again. until he ended up in the hospital.

austin x maisie peters fc!reader fake ig

but i would hit him in a heartbeat now : a run in with an a horrible boyfriend of years past rattles both you and austin.

boy dad!austin butler fake ig

newly wed austin x reader fake ig

single dad!austin headcanons

awards szn screening austin x baby mama!reader headcanons

[why-what-no]

Just watched Elvis (2022) and can I just say: I want his 50s outfits so fking bad…. And that pink car… And him. Should I write something for him? Or not? Or should I wait until the movie is out of theatres?

[theliterarybeldam]

Hi I’m watching The Shannara Chronicles (y’all know why) and um….just wondering why there isn’t more Wil Ohmsford fics?

Maybe I’ll fix that 👀😉