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austinswhitewolf · 11 months

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Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset

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Austin was a sophomore in college when he saw an ad for a job painting a lake house. As summer was coming up, he jumped on the chance and called the number in the ad. The man he talked to told him about the house, how big it was and what he was looking for. Although it wasn’t a paid job, he was offered for him and a few friends to stay for a couple weeks for free in exchange. He took the offer and made plans to paint it in a month, a few weeks into summer break. Austin would go there with his best friend and get the painting done. Then his other two buddies would join for two weeks. After finals were over with, he felt like he could take a deep breath, finally able to get a full night's sleep as well. He felt like a bear hibernating with how much he slept the following week. The few days leading up to having to go to the lake house to paint, he started to pack a bag. One nicer outfit, a few jeans, shorts and swim trunks as well as a few nicer shirts, some old band shirts and some beater shirts. A pair of sandals and tennis shoes were set next to the bag as well.

The morning he had to pick up his buddy Colin and then they would make the hour drive to the lake house. The drive was easy and beautiful the last part of the drive. The driveway of the house was gravel and Austin parked his car by the garage before getting out to get the key to the house that was hidden. Once he grabbed it, he opened the garage door and pulled his car inside. That afternoon, he and Colin took their time to explore the small village/town a short drive away, getting food to stock up for the time they would be there, and then just relaxed on the back patio.

The next two days, they spent all morning painting, taking the early afternoon off because of the heat and then until sundown. They finished painting on the third day in the morning. He had to say, he was happy with the job they did. That afternoon, Austin called his other two buddies letting them know they could head out. Once he gave them directions, he and Colin got the grill started to make burgers and then waited for Don and Jordy to show up. That night, they sat around a campfire with a few beers and just relaxed, shooting the shit and joking with each other.

On the second day of them just hanging out, Austin heard a vehicle on the gravel drive and saw a black jeep pull up. Your dad had told you he had hired a young man and his friend to paint the lake house in return for letting them stay for 2 weeks. You didn’t care, you just wanted to get away from the loud business of the city and to escape your ex who just couldn’t seem to leave you alone. You parked your jeep to the side of the garage and climbed out, leaving your bag in the back seat, wanting to take a swim in the lake. It always had a way of rejuvenating you, washing away the annoyances and issues you couldn’t shake from your mind. The only thing you grabbed was the towel you had thrown into the passenger seat. It only took a minute to reach the dock, where you slipped off your shoes, shorts and shirt, leaving you in your blue bikini. With a deep breath of the fresh air, you dove in and just let the water relax you. Austin and his buddies just watched as you dove in, though they went back to throwing the football around eventually wrestling around on the grass for it while all laughing. When you finally climbed out of the lake, you wrapped the towel around you and then just sat on one of the chairs in the sun. A few times you would crack an eye open and glance over at the guys rough housing and tossing the football around. A grin grew on your face, they seemed to not have a care in the world. A while later, you got up and headed to your jeep to get your bag. You headed into the house and to your room. Once you showered and changed you decided to go out and meet the guys that would be staying for a while.

Stepping out onto the back patio, you watched as one of the four was tackled to the ground. The moment he hit the grass, his eyes glanced up and saw you. He seemed to freeze somewhat while his buddies snatched the football from him and jumped up. One must have elbowed him as he winced and groaned, swearing after them when they took off, not noticing you watching. You gave a soft smile and moved over, offering him a hand up. Austin gently took your hand and stood up, brushing the grass off him, a hand slightly resting on his side for a moment, before looking at you with a small grin. “Hey. I’m Austin.” He said, holding his hand back out in greeting. You gave him your name and shook his hand. Then you glanced behind him at his buddies who were once again wrestling for the football. “Those guys are Colin, Don, and Jordy.” He yelled over at them to say hello, though they just looked up for a moment, waved and then went back to their wrestling around. That caused you to laugh and shake your head. “Will you be staying at all? Or did you just swing out for the day?” He asked, curious how long you would be there. You were beautiful and he would like to get to know you. “I am not too sure yet. I had wanted to stay at least a few days if you guys were okay with it.”

“It is your family’s place! If anything we should be asking if you want us to leave so you can have the place to yourself.” Austin was quick to respond, shaking his head at your words. “Well, I can always get a few of my girlfriends to swing by tomorrow and we can all take the boat out if you want.” “Yeah! That sounds fun. We were going to have some chicken shish kabobs on the grill if you want any. Otherwise there is other food that I can cook if you don’t like that type of thing.” “I am fine with most everything. Besides, as long as there is a cold beer included, I’m all for it.” You gave a nod and smile. “Awesome, I am going to start getting the food ready shortly here.” You ended up helping Austin get the food ready to throw onto the grill. During that time, you both talked about school and what you were going for. He wanted to open a garage and work on cars and bikes. So he was going for business. He loved anything vintage as well. You commented how you always loved the 1967 Chevy Impala and you could swear you almost saw hearts in his eyes when you said that. When you finally got to what you were going for you smiled and said you were going for art. You always loved painting. By the time dinner was cooked, the two of you felt like you had known each other for a long time. The guys asked you some questions while eating, though when you mentioned you were having some friends over, they were all about wanting to know what they were like. Austin smirked and shook his head at you while you rolled your eyes at their reaction. With a laugh you began to tell them about your friends Sydney, Steph and Claire. Someone’s speaker was pulled out and music was played through it while the five of you sat around a fire you had put together while the guys were cleaning up. Though you knew Austin had a part in them offering to do it for you. You were the first to head in for the night, giving Austin’s shoulder a light squeeze as you passed him to head into the house. His buddies gave him shit once you were inside, teasing him as they all had a few more beers before also calling it a night. When you got up the next morning, you made coffee and then sent out a mass text to your three closest friends inviting them up. Of course they responded right away and said they would be on their way shortly. You made yourself a small bowl of oatmeal with fresh raspberries and sipped on a cup of coffee. Your friends showed up about half an hour later and that was around the time Austin padded out of the room he and Colin were staying in. You offered him a cup of coffee while your friends brought their bags in. You introduced him to each of them, giving them a small wave from behind his coffee mug. His shaggy blond hair was standing up in an adorable way. All three of your friends were giving you looks when Austin headed back to change out of his lounge pants and band shirt. “Don’t even start.” You rolled your eyes at them with a laugh. As Colin, Don and Jordy all made their way out and grinned at the coffee you had made, they were soon introducing themselves to your friends. Later that morning, once coffee and breakfast was consumed, you all decided to head out on the boat. As you got it ready to go, the guys grabbed water, beer, soda, food and anything else that may be wanted on the ride. Austin was helping you while your friends helped the guys on packing stuff. You had Austin grab the wakeboard from the garage once everything was ready to go.

When everyone was on the boat, you backed away from the dock and soon had the boat speeding over the water. After a little while, you let Colin take over, Austin having vouched for him. You sat down next to Austin and when he draped his arm around your shoulders, you leaned into him and began to talk. Watching your friends pair up with the guys made you happy. It would be a great day, and an even better get away. After a bit of just speeding around, you had Colin stop the boat. You grabbed the wakeboard, attached the line and handle to the back upper hook before stepping into the bindings and tightening them. With that, you hopped off the back with the rope in your hands. Once you were far enough away from the boat you gave a thumbs up and the boat took off. Whoops from your friends had you grinning. When you motioned to Austin to cut it, you let go of the rope and glided to a stop in the water. As the boat pulled around, you grabbed Austin’s extended arm so you could unhook from the board easier. You then handed it up to him before climbing back onto the boat. Austin, Don and Jordy had never tried before while Colin had, and they all wanted to try. Once it was decided that Don would go first, you gave him some tips and helped hook him into the bindings. You then had Colin be the spotter while you took over driving. It was a few rough starts before he was able to get up and stay up. Though it wasn’t too long before he wiped out and you slowed to pull around beside him. He got back on after handing the board up and up next was Jordy. Jordy only took a few tries to get up on the board. Austin stood next to you as you were driving and every once and a while, he would rest a hand on your hip and console of the boat to steady himself. When it came to Austin’s turn, you helped him into the bindings and gave him a grin.

“You got this. When you’re in the water, make sure to line up with the boat. Keep your arms straight and resting on your knees.” You said, tapping his knees. “When we start to go, let your knees bend as far as they can and keep your fine ass down towards the board.” You gave him a wink. “Now, stay like that until you are completely over the board. If you don’t, you will faceplant. Once you are over the board, you can stand. Just take your time, don’t rush standing up.” He flushed slightly at your compliment and grinned. Though he made sure he was listening and nodded. Austin then hopped back into the water and once he was far enough away from the back of the boat, you glanced at him, held a thumbs up and when he responded with the same, you started off.

Austin was able to get halfway up before bobbling, though he caught himself and took it a bit slower standing up. His buddies cheered as he made it up on the first try. When Colin tapped your shoulder and motioned that Austin was ready to be done, you slowed the boat, turned around and pulled up alongside him.

Once he was back on board, you drove the boat over to a nice spot, dropped anchor and you all had some lunch. After eating, you all just lounged on the boat for a little while before deciding to swim. As your friends were jumping in, you flipped the ladder on the back down. Just as you stood back up, you felt hands on your waist.

Turning, you saw it was Austin who was grinning. Raising an eyebrow at him, his grin turned into a smirk. Before you could say or do anything he was lifting you up and jumping off the boat with you. In midair, he tossed you out, both of you hitting the water at the same time. When you surfaced, you wiped your eyes and then splashed at Austin when he surfaced. Laughter filled the air for the next hour as you all had fun swimming and rough housing. It was late afternoon when you were pulling the boat back up to the dock, Austin and Colin, jumping off and quickly tying the boat to the cleats as you shut the engine off. That evening was spent just taking it easy, after dinner relaxing around a fire again. You noticed Sydney and Don slipped away after a while and shook your head. Austin was sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulder.

It wasn’t long though before you were yawning and decided to head in. Austin followed behind you, wishing you a good night.

Over the next few days, you had a kind of routine down. Everyone would get up, have breakfast if wanted, do some lounging and then spend mid day swimming or out on the boat. Dinner and then the evening was spent around a bonfire with a drink or two. Austin had pulled out his guitar and you surprised him when you asked if you could see it, and then started to play a few things. Your friends would disappear with his buddies now and then, though you knew what they were up to. For them, it was a summer fling. For you, your feelings were quickly growing for Austin.

That night, it was just you and Austin left at the fire, the others had all slipped away. You shifted and curled into Austin’s side.

“I am glad you took my dad’s offer to paint the lake house and then stayed. Meeting you has been the best thing for me this year.” You said softly, gaze lost in the dancing flames. “I am too, and I”m happy you decided to come out. Meeting you and getting to know you has been amazing.” He said, glancing down at you. He curled his fingers under your chin, turning you to face him before he slowly leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

You let out a soft sigh, eyes sliding shut at the wonderful feeling that filled you. His lips were silky soft and his scent mixed with campfire swirled around you. It was intoxicating to you.

Austin pulled back only minutely, blue eyes opening to look into yours.

“I would really like to see where this can go.” He whispered against your lips.

When you gave a slight nod, a smile filled his face. Reaching a hand up, you laced your fingers in his hair before pulling him down into another kiss.

Within a few days, you had offered your room to share with Austin. He took it hesitantly, not wanting to push you or overstep anything. Though when you woke up the following morning in each other’s arms, nothing more was said on that matter.

There were a few stolen kisses here and there but it wasn’t until the last half of the second week that the both of you took more time together alone, walking around the lake, swimming, just being close. When the guy’s time there was up, Don and Jordy had said goodbye and left when your friends did. Austin and Colin offered to stay back and help make sure everything was clean and how it was when you all got there. It only took an hour or so before everything was almost spotless and back to how it was before any of you had gotten there.

You had been wrestling with yourself over the morning if it would be a good idea to offer Austin to stay a few more days with you. In the end, you pulled him to the side as Colin took their bags out to the vehicle.

“I was wondering if you wanted to stay an extra few days with me here.” Your voice was slightly hesitant as you asked, fingers fidgeting together. “I would love to. But I have to take Colin home as I am his ride.” At those words you nodded, biting your lip.

“But…” Austin was quick to take your hands in his. “I would love to come back out after I drop him off if that’s okay.”

A large smile filled your face and you nodded, leaning up and kissing him happily.

Once plans were made, you ran to town for a bit more food and then laid out on the patio on a lounge chair.

You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep until you felt an arm curl around your waist and pull you back into a hard chest. With a sigh you curled more into Austin and laced your fingers with his.

As the day went on, the two of you decided to give this relationship a true try. He only lived about 45 minutes from you and that would help with splitting time between your place and his.

Those few days flew by in almost a haze of pure romance as if it were all a dream. When you both had to head home, it was hard to say goodbye, even though it was just for now.

Over the next week, the two of you were texting almost constantly. Visits back and forth became a norm and by the end of that month you two were in a relationship.

When School started back, it took a little finagling to get schedules to match up but any free time was either spent together in person and when that wasn’t possible, video chatted each night.

Halfway through the school year, you decided to get a place together and it felt perfect and right to be able to go home to him each day.

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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Apollo!Austin Headcanons

>> shoutout to the elvis fan club discord server for having such awesome ideas 😩 and thanks to gabby (@dontbesussis) for also enjoying the idea enough to do headcanons with me!! I enjoyed doing this as Apollo was one of the deities I worked with when I was a practicing Hellenic <3

for those who don't know, Apollo is a Greek God!

check out the Apollo!Austin playlist HERE; for more info about Apollo, go HERE

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☀️ Apollo!Austin is very to himself and more reserved in comparison to his twin sister, Artemis.

☀️ he loves music and can play every instrument as well as sing. his favorite instrument is the lyre out of all of them, but while in human form he enjoys the guitar

☀️ Apollo!Austin is kind of intense when you first meet him, but when he opens up he beams like the sun.

☀️ speaking of the sun, he’s literally the embodiment of it. his light hair and eyes, him favoring gold accessories that reflect light against his naturally tan and glowing skin, he’s covered in freckles, and his smile is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen.

☀️ they way he carries himself is god-like. confident yet humble.

☀️ Apollo!Austin is very protective over those he cares about, whether it be those who worship/follow him, those he is friends with, or someone he’s romantically involved with.

☀️ anything that has the sun on it, the colors gold and yellow, and music as a whole brings him so much joy.

☀️ would do anything for you. absolutely anything. he ain’t afraid to show how much he loves and cares about you.

☀️ Apollo!Austin hears all the prayers from his worshippers but he listens to yours with extra attentiveness because your devotion to him is unwavering. that’s how he first finds you and comes to you in his human form.

☀️ Apollo!Austin treats you as an equal (especially in bed). he’s not prideful or anything in regards to his title. he wants you to feel like you can connect with him like any human connects with one another or with other living creatures.

☀️ he loves nature and has even been known to protect herdsmen. he has a homestead of his own somewhere way out in the countryside with horses, sheep, and cows that he tends to. he takes reader there when he starts catching feelings because he really feels he can trust them.

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mrsniallhoran505 · 2 years

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Ladies and gentlemen meet Austin Robert Teller, age 27. The twin of Thomas teller who died when they were 6 years old.

Austin was nothing like his older brother Jax. He was shy and quiet. His brother was loud and confident. Austin loved to read and had a perfect GPA. He got a full ride to college and planned to be a doctor. Till clay called him and said Gemma had a health scare.

He quit school and came home to be with her and help her. Eventually his loyalty to his family turned him outlaw and he became a member of SAMCRO.

Soon it's learned he is the deadlier brother. He's less likely to shot you in the heat of the moment like Jax, hell he won't even fight you. But if he gives you that charming smile, and winks at you, you're marked for death and he always gets his target.

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jointherebellion215 · 1 month

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Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, “when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood.

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.”

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid.

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

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passionmotionz · 3 months

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AUSTIN BUTLER-MY CALI SUN

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AustinY/nUpdates Throwback to Austin with his and y/n’s duaghter on the set of elvis 2 years ago.

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Pielice Armani was and is still so cute!

alifront Baby girl really trusts her dad!

Yerlicx Austin was really giving DADDY here.

Sxtmane Guys!They’re having another one!

Gratergood He put another one in her 😭

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Austinbutler We wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for a bit longer this time around so we could enjoy it more but sometimes life doesn’t go as planned baby butler No.2.

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Crawskalt I’m happy we know but it’s sad they had to reveal it when they weren’t ready to 😭.

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Those Who Can || integrated Female Air Force series

Introductory part 1: Flintenweiber, or “Rifle Broads”.

Summary: The American War Effort had conceded to the enlistment and commissioning of women into the Air Force at semi-integrated status. Deemed a more reliable if not safer combat post, the going rank of officer in the Air Force was intended to secure fair treatment and combatant status for these women, as it had for their male counterparts. Like most things in war -or life if one is a woman- such recognition must be fought for.

Authors Note: this is an Au, obviously, and I intend for the de-segregation in the force to not be entirely full, in fact in some ways they would mirror that of the Tuskegee Red Tails where they were held back from many opportunities and placed at a disadvantage, to say the least. However, as this is primarily a POW fic that aspect only effects their reception into the Stalag and the timeline of their crashes.

Inspo: thanks to all of y’all who contributed with suggestions and advice on this fic. I want to say that I based a great deal of the brutal treatment and indignity heaped on these fictional OC’s on the true and horrific treatment of the Soviet Female Soldiers taken as POWs. Taking into consideration that American ties would give these OC’s some leverage, I have moderated these horrors if anything, however as I intend for these girls to be some of the first of their kind, they in many ways endure the brunt of the cruel initiation. If you’ve got any questions or suggestions about this, have at the inbox.

Warnings: 18+ for disturbing content. War, brutality, cruelty, and references to sexual violence. Specifics: a woman’s head is forcefully shaved, a woman is kicked to death, a dog turned loose, concentration camps, brief infighting between Soviet’s and Americans, past tense illusions to rape which are underplayed and may be consequently more disturbing to some. Quite angsty ok?? It’s women at war. Rampant misogyny by Nazis.

Familiar faces: Gale Cleven, Benny Demarco, John Brady, “Hambone” Hamilton

Original Characters: Lt. Maureen Kendeigh (bombardier), Lt. Colonel Ida Brady, Lt. Tallulah Smith

If Maureen Kendeigh heard the word “degenerate” used one more time in regards to her profession, her sacrifice and skill, -she just might do something regrettable.

By this point she was ready to get off this cattle car and go back to talk with Interrogator Glasses about stupid and unnerving shit like why the clock in the mess hall at Thorpe Abbots had a broken arm. Her distressed inner monologue of “how did he know that??” at the time was preferred to this newest method of demoralization: death by aspersion and suspense.

It was nice to be back with the girls, ones she knew and ones from other squadrons. But that held a misfortune too, the fact that it was just the girls, still not a single male crew member in sight. Apparently the Gestapo and the Luftwaffe were having a spat over who got to keep them, these Flintenweiber: “Rifle Broads”.

In the meantime Maureen and her fellows got punted back and forth between the two institutions like unwanted stepchildren. First the horrible isolation but humane treatment of the Air Force interrogation cells. Then back to the prison where all bets were off and the hope of safety came from a herd-like defense of each other against the ever more erratic guards. In these holdings, if one of their members hadn’t been executed by a pistol to the temple by end of day, it was considered a successful defense by the whole. All other atrocity, indignity and assault were unbearable’s that required bearing for the time being until the Luftwaffe took them back.

And then handed them back over.

And on and on it went.

It was effective, Maureen gave them that, after each hosting by the Gestapo, the girls were softer, tenderized and more susceptible to any deal that might procure them a shred of honor and safety. Only Ida Brady, the most senior amongst them at the incomprehensible rank of Lt. Colonel, had held ranks together, spine of steel and bearing more terrifying than most men’s, she’d fought for every grueling respect of rank they had been afforded. Even if it landed them in harsher conditions, worse interrogations -anything to ensure that what happened to her girls were considered as war crimes against lawful combatants when the time came for justice.

But they’d been collecting the downed girls and holding them apart like prized anomalies while conflicting orders came in from Berlin, and while the Red Cross fussed regarding combatant status. Now they had a tidy number collected, well over fifty by the time Maureen saw Ida Brady pushed into the cell, having been downed with a significant portion of them after Munich.

But now they hadn’t seen Brady in over a day. Not since they’d been loaded on this rail car headed to god knows where by soldiers with the dreaded lightning bolts on their collars.

The SS.

With Brady missing, Maureen supposed that made her and Lieutenant Smith a leader of sorts. Most of her “leading” currently took the form of not responding to a single vile threat or taunt by the guards mingling amongst them in the ever rocking car. Ida would be proud of her emotionless detachment at one guard’s suggestion to let the dog loose and see who it chose to maul.

Lieutenant Smith -tender hearted Tallulah with the bronzed skin and knack with animals that rivaled Snow White’s- had made the cryptic observation in Maureen’s ear that she’d never known a dog could be trained away from the throat to go for the breasts instead.

As of last Sunday they now knew, and none of them were likely to forget.

“I’ll be faster next time,” Smith had mumbled in a simmering rage, “I’ll be faster. I’ll have my fist down that cur’s throat before they finish slipping the leash.”

It was a nice sentiment, would’ve been made more so if Maureen wasn’t so sure it would land dear Smith with a bullet in her head. Would be made more so if Sergeant Forsyth had lived from her injuries long enough to benefit from it. Lots of things would be made nicer by heavier coats and the presence of drinking water.

One of the new ones, a terrified little replacement who wore her ordeal on her face, made the rookie mistake of asking for a drink. She’d been given the predictable initiation of being pissed on by a guard in answer and now she bore her thirst as doggedly as the veterans.

When the train cars rolled to a halt, and the great door was hauled back, sprawling out before them appeared the most idyllic scenery one could ever hope for. A crystalline blue lake, dotted on its border with charming structures adorned with red tile roofs, a quaint church of the same, lush fields and sparkling water and deep forest for miles. Maureen did not think they would haul them so near a town only to execute them. But then what did she know?

Nothing, not even where she was.

When they had lined the girls up, some in worse shape than others and a motley collective group from various military branches, they hauled off Ida Brady to the head of the pack, her bruised face considerably more busted than when she’d been loaded on. Maureen could see her craning her neck as she was drug past, counting down her flyer girls, looking for any missing from the trip.

They were marched, four abreast and with guns at their backs, down a wide and well traversed road into town, past cottages on its outskirts with little garden plots and clothes blowing on the line. Maureen was reminded of the idyllic countryside she had landed in with her chute before being seized and hauled off. There were women and children in row boats on the lake and the path they took through the woods was more peaceful than ominous. A traitorous sort of hope began to bloom in Maureen’s heart.

That was dashed when the tree line broke and out before them stretched what seemed to be miles of wire. And beside it a sign, welcoming them to Ravensbrück -a concentration camp. A camp for civilians, a camp to never return from.

Their new guards were ready for them, smiles on their faces and whips in their hands. Among them were a few remarkable for their sex, they were women too -if women who enjoyed such craft could still be called that. And for all the horror inflicted on them by their male captors so far, there seemed to be a general presentment amongst the arriving girls that the finer arts of terror had not yet been endured.

Standing for hours in the infamous square inside the compound, roll call and registration took on a form of torture yet unheard of. Round and round it went, repetitions of ranks and serials over and over and each time they were met with two alternatives. Renounce the ranks and be admitted as civilians with no further targeted harassment. Or-

“If you insist on being special, we will be forced to make you special.” as one officer put it to Brady’s stone cold face. “Ask your Soviet compatriots, the ones who wanted to be special like you. They claimed to be officers too, and now they service officers in Buchenwald. They have not left their beds in months. Special, no?”

“I’m not ‘claiming’ a goddamn thing.” Brady would go round and round with them in turn and up and down the line was the echo of ranks and serials.

Nothing but ranks and serials.

The minute they dropped one or the other, they’d be freed from this standing purgatory, and they’d be as good as dead. They might wish it were so anyway, if the threat was carried out but they’d suffer as officers, with honor. Whatever that meant this far from home and any appreciation of it. A fresh batch of guards relieved the first and the banter continued, even through roll call of the general camp where a mass of the most miserable specters of female kind poured out of the huts and were made to await the call of their one single number.

A serial for a serial. Maureen would keep hers. By dawn she had kept it, as had all but one of her group, a navy nurse with a broken leg who’d succumbed to the allure of a chair.

Civilian status for a seat.

Maureen thought a drop of water might be her own undoing were it offered, but one look at Smith's cracked yet unmoving lips cemented her in her own determination. As did Ida Brady’s talk, straight back in front of her, trousers bloodied on the inseam but not a cringe to be discerned in her stance.

By morning roll call for the entire camp, their guards were tiring of them, or else thought a new method of persuasion more likely to bring success. Off they were marched to their new billet to “meet their Allies” and what Smith wouldn’t give to have her brass knuckles back when met with a hut full of Soviet soldiers. Females, if females could have shoulders like that. They were impressive women with murder on their faces at the intrusion of a new gang of American blowhards.

“Did you give up already?” The one with the most English taunted and for the first time since capture, Maureen saw Ida Brady’s spine bow backwards just a fraction -a pacifying gesture in the face of the Russian’s nose to nose staredown.

“Hey, we’re not here to make trouble.” she insisted, cool and stern. “Did you?”

“We’d rather die.”

Brady gave a sharp nod, “Then we’re Allies in that, too.”

“Your precious Red Cross won’t come for you here.” That likely verdict seemed to bring the woman satisfaction, and Maureen wondered how many months, weeks, hours of this grueling place it would take before she too took savage satisfaction in another’s misfortune. How long before all better impulse to be glad for others was stamped out and all that was left was crowing self preservation. “You are not the firsts. There were others, Americans, like you, they are now wearing the ink of field whores- or they are dead.”

“One might assume the same of your predecessors.” Brady pointed out mildy, and both groups shifted behind their leaders, ready and tense.

“Anyone who accepts-“ the Russian warned, “-we kill.”

With that incentive clear, a tentative peace was made, which included a few trying to fraternize, converse and share news. There was little that aligned to create any cohesive figure, despite their shared experiences and sufferings.

When night fell they were hauled out for roll call amongst the masses, and together after hours of waiting to be called upon, they answered with their ranks and serials, each in their own language. The Russian who had confronted Brady was beaten so badly she did not rise again after it. The guard left her lying there and asked Brady herself what her occupation was.

“Lt. Colonel in the United States Air Force.”

The unfortunate rookie who had so ill advisedly asked for water on the train stood beside Brady; and got a bullet to the head for her superior’s answer. What Colonel Brady thought of her judgment being given to another did not show, her face white and her lips sealed, only the speckle of blood on her profile stood in stark relief in the early morning.

“Kneel.” a very shiny Luger barrel was pressed, still smoking to Brady’s temple.

She did so, braced for the inevitable execution. A soldier's death, it’s what they’d signed up for. The Kommandant waved over one of the female guards and spoke to her in German. She took off at a run to one of the buildings with a bright smile, and Ida Brady stayed kneeling, the splattered brains of the unfortunate dripping out of her hair and into the leather of her jacket, a mockery of her own upcoming fate.

The female guard returned with scissors. “Your poor hair, so pretty. Now it is ruined.” the Kommandant bemoaned, gloved fingers sliding though Brady’s wet tresses, “See what happens to beauty when you pervert the order of things? Now it must be sacrificed. Perhaps then you will see how ugly you are become.”

Maureen felt Smith’s restraining arm before she had even registered her impulse to charge forward, caught about the middle she strained against her friend's surprising strength and in the end was forced thusly to keep ranks and watch with the rest as the Nazis fucks scalped the Colonel of her femininity with a pair of sheep shears.

Dribbling blood down her face and shaking with rage, Ida was in better shape than her Russian counterpart. When her ordeal was over, she rose again, even if she swayed dangerously upon doing so.

And when asked, she had her serial at the ready.

Crowded back into the hut, Maureen and Smith watched the Russians hopelessly fuss over their insensible leader, knowing all too well how likely it might be that they could be found doing the same tomorrow, in a week’s time, who knew. For now, Brady sank down against the wall with the rest of them, the scowl of her formidable brows deflecting any potential commiserations for her battery.

When the navy nurse was pushed into their hut next evening, a dead silence greeted her. One of the Soviets, a sniper by her markings, came up to her and unceremoniously tore open her shirt. If the girls had doubted the Russian’s warning about “wearing the ink of field whores” upon their skin as mere hyperbole, such speculation was removed. It was a dreadful tattoo, large and damning as was the reaction it elicited amongst the servicewomen.

By the end of the night there were two dead bodies on the hut floor. And it didn’t seem to matter who had killed which. One had died for honor, the other for giving it up. And in the end? Where was this ephemeral honor? Ida Brady could only find it in the tense faces of her girls, lining the room from their places along the wall, waiting for another roll call or worse.

But in war, as in peace, sometimes the dead sent favors and in this instance it came to them with screams of:“Amerikaner Soldat!” in the middle of the night. They were marched out to the square and stood to attention once more in the sweep of the spotlight, all the while were shouts of “Amerikaner Soldat!”

All they knew was the bitter waiting in the gray dawn chill and the choking anticipation of some sick, final joke, or some methodical mass execution. Maureen wished she could knock her shoulder into Ida’s one last time and tell her she’d been a rock -she was a rock- but Brady stood there in front alone, as was her privilege and her curse. Talullah Smith would not meet Maureen’s side eyed glance for a farewell. Maureen wished she had less of a roar inside her, wished she could step off calmly into whatever was on the other side but the idea was repulsive, even after all she’d endured, and she looked about in vain for some semblance of the same revolt on her fellow’s faces.

What came instead was the dreaded whistles and the order to march. They were marched right out of the gates and down the idyllic lane they’d been marched up days ago, back through town to the railway station. There the soldiers herded them back up into a cattle car that smelled more of death than livestock, and then the train pulled away, hurtling south -perhaps the only one to do so with living cargo.

There were no guards inside the car, only the cramped space to keep them docile and the lack of promise that the great door would ever grind open again.

“The hell do you think happened?” Maureen hissed to Ida, finding her superior propped up in the corner in a suspiciously casual pose that she suspected hid a limp and unfathomable fatigue.

“Haven’t got a clue, Kendeigh.”

“Maybe someone got word out.” Maureen suggested, thinking of their predecessors, thinking of the useful dead.

“Or we’re headed to a nice rural dumping ground.” was all Ida would speculate. “Or brothels.” she added after a long minute.

Maureen chewed her cheek and kept peering out the slats at the beautiful countryside flashing past. “Well, at least they’ve ensured you’ll be least wanted of the bunch at such an establishment.” she joked and watched with the careful precision of a trained bombardier as her mean joke landed and Ida Brady’s legendary eyebrow ticked up in something that might have been amused disbelief, had she any energy left for such a display.

“Pistol whipped in the mouth and still no respect for rank, Kendeigh.” Brady observed and it was so like her brother John’s flat lined humor that Mauren’s heart throbbed with something alarmingly akin to sentimentally. For John Brady -and all the other lucky souls still at Thorpe Abbots, God willing. “I’m not laying on any damn beds for them.” Brady suddenly broke the silence again in a low voice, one Maureen knew was meant between officers only.

She pitched her head closer in agreement. “Me either.”

“I don’t care if they shoot me first,” Ida went on, as if reciting it to herself, “-and I don’t care if they shoot all of you first. I’m not going to.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.” Maureen agreed again, vacillating briefly in her intent before proceeding to say, “That Sergeant -she wasn’t your fault. The nurse either.”

“I know that Lieutenant.”

“I know you know,” Maureen muttured, “but some stuff bears repeating. Places like these, we’re liable to lose our bearings without a little repetition.”

“Mm.”

Maureen shuffled beside her and wracked her brain for pleasant conversation, something besides the Soviet girls they’d abandoned and the skeletons they’d seen at Ravensbrück. “Ya know,” she remarked tiredly, “if someone in here’s hydrated enough to pee, I might be ready to drink it.”

Brady slowly turned from her view out the slats to give Maureen a blank faced stare. “Should I make an announcement or are you hoping to keep that between us?”

“Oh hell, Colonel,” Maureen grinned, mischief bubbling to the surface at the first chance, “I wouldn’t trust anyone else but you, liable to get stds from this lot.”

“Kendeigh.” Ida hissed warningly but there was that disbelieving wobble to her stern mouth, “That’s not funny -not with where we’ve come from.”

“It kinda is.”

“It’s not.”

“It is- a little. Admit it, a little.”

“It’s not.” And still her cheeks were pink with suppressed amusement, just like John’s got when Maureen pressed him on a dig about basic training.

“You sure you’re ok?” she ventured again, eyeing Brady’s extensive injuries visible above her clothes.

“Yeah?” Ida looked nonplussed, “I mean -what’re you ranking as ok, these days, Lt. Kendeigh?

“It’s just,” Maureen bit her own busted tongue briefly as a spur to get it out,

“-you’re bleeding a lot, Ida. Couldn’t help but notice.”

Ida Brady didn’t even glance down at her trousers or make a motion to feel her lacerated scalp, instead she answered in the same, almost bored way she always did, “Yeah, Candy, it’s called being a good Catholic.”

Maureen blinked. “Oh. Oh Shit.”

“You know, maybe some of you girls had the right of it,” Ida actually winced before staring back out the slats, “go off and do it ahead, in peacetime. But here I am, twenty eight and as sacrosanct as the Virgin Mary, dropping into occupied territory. What could go wrong!” To her credit, her snort was wonderfully genuine.

Maureen kept after her, “You signed up to fight, to get fought against. We all did -never this.”

“Mm, well, couldn’t choose a better gang to get put down with.” Brady smiled, begrudgingly raising an imaginary glass of her own to Maureen’s already raised one.

“To bitches who bite back.” Maureen toasted.

“To bitches who bite back.”

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Two cases of MIA troubled John Brady the most: Egan, who he had seen jump first after their dispute, and Maureen Kendeigh who he had learned from Blakely had jumped over Bremman. That’s two flyers who should’ve been here by now, before him even, in the case of Kendeigh, and yet they weren’t.

He went round and round the argument with Cleven and Crank and Hambone, all three downed from separate missions yet here together - proving his point. Cleven held staunchly to the belief they were being kept segregated, as befitted their ranks and sex. They could be one sector apart and not hear of them. It was the only hopeful response, it was a leader’s response. There had been women downed before Kendeigh, not many but a few of the escort fighters, and none of them had showed either. Brady wasn’t sure that was a good sign at all.

“So where’s Egan then?” he’d always hit back with, “They mistake his shoulders’ for a dame’s?”

“I dunno John.” Cleven would reply with that newly blank gaze of his somehow enhanced by the twin cuts on his cheeks.

Demarco took Brady aside when he arrived to tell him that whatever had happened to Cleven in interrogation wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t ethical. Those cheek scars weren’t both due to flack. Like a dog with a bone, Brady took this already suspected information about his stoic superior and ran with it, pointing out hotly to an uninterested Demarco, “if it’s happened to Cleven, what about them?”

“What can we do about it?” Was Cleven’s demand that always wrapped up the little circular arguments as they sat huddled in their hut. “Red Cross knows they’re not here, no colored flyers either. They know where they are. What can we do besides ask after them?”

He was right, there wasn’t anything, but still, like a presentiment hung over him, Brady found himself leaning on the wire each time a new batch was marched in, counting heads and scanning faces.

“Ida hasn’t even been shot down, John.” Crank kindly reminded again and again.

“As of two weeks ago.” John snapped.

As of two weeks, and then as of three, and then it became four and -where the hell was Kendeigh? Gale had stopped arguing when the subject came up, apparent but impotent fury slowly racking his wiry frame, face gone wane already above his grimey fleece collar. Winter wasn’t even here and they were fading.

And then it happened, what John had been waiting by the fence for, and boy was there a crush at the wire to see them marched in when they came up the muddy enclosure through the gates.

“The fuck are they bringing the women here for?”

“They don’t belong in here, bastards!”

“Ar’those Brady’s Banshees?”

“They’re not gonna hold ‘em here are they?”

Like he’d been reanimated by the presence of a cause, Major Cleven cut his way through the rabble to the front, addressing the German officer escorting them.

“Hey, hey you can’t bring them in here. They’re women, they belong in their own section.”

“If they are women,” the Commandant pointed out, not unkindly, “then perhaps your country should have recognized that before enlisting them? They belong here.”

Cleven shook his head, vehement in his conventions and rules, “It’s not right, you know it’s not.”

“Then tell your Lt. Colonel to stop fighting for combatant status.” he jerked his chin towards Ida Brady and Gale’s eyes widened at her injuries and tufted hair, “The SS had them tucked away at our most prestigious female camp. But they would not accept. They want to be men.”

“Combatants!” Gale argued the point Ida had been making since her feet touched occupied soul.

John Brady yanked his arm, whispering urgently in his ear, “She’s makin’ sign to me, torture, she says. Don’t fight it, Buck.”

Cleven searched the battered faces, some he knew like Ida, T.Smith and Maureen, and some from other squadrons, -ones who must’ve been damned unlucky to get captured considering their safer postings.

“If it can happen to you it c-“ John Brady was a bit of a pain in the ass, Cleven had found, but he had never found him to be wrong.

“Roger, loud and clear, captain.” Cleven warned him his point was made with a bite in his own tone.

“Have we come to an understanding?” The Commandant, amused by the fluster his female charges had caused, it was ample proof that women could never be fully integrated, not even by a society so pervertedly equal as the American’s. “Ja? Sehr gut. It wasn’t like you had a choice anyway, was it?

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Feyd-Rautha x Reader sneak peek

I'm not totally cruel, so until I post the fic, here is a little teaser for you all to read xx

Y/n walked around admiring the dancing with a smile. Colliding into a body, Y/n gasped as two hands gripped her arms, stopping her from falling. “I must apologise. I’m very sorry” “ she babbled, looking up into a pair of blue eyes that took her breath away. The man chuckled lightly, his eyes shining with amusement “No need, my lady, it was my fault. I was blinded, you see,” his raspy voice spoke Y/n stared at him. “Blinded?” she questioned; the man nodded. “Yes, blinded by the most enchanting woman I laid my eyes upon. You see, she was so entranced by the dancing she didn’t notice someone was admiring her.” He admitted a blush appeared on her cheeks as she bowed her head in embarrassment. “You flatter me, Lord…” She paused, not knowing the name of the man in front of her; the man smiled, bowing his head “Feyd-Rautha” “ grasping her hand and kissing her knuckles delicately, a sharp gasp leaving Y/n’s parted lips.

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English is my second language, please don't hate my terrible writing... I just write it as it comes to my head:)

Been dreaming a while about this storyline and I just wanted to write it down as something for me to smile about. Please excuse how bad it is :))

ACTRESS X AUSTIN BUTLER STORY

Background: You were a world famous young actress who had been in major hit tv shows and films. You started out as a child actress in Harry Potter where you had a young romance with actor Tom Felton at the time. Also having dated One direction star Harry styles in your teenage years, having a fling with your co star Henry cavil in the TV series the tudors, Mamma Mia, Burlesque and Other shows such as The Witcher, stranger things (where you had previously just split before filming top gun with Dacre Montgomery, after your 3 year relationship Dacre decided he wanted to focus on himself and you both felt you were better as friends) he neglected your relationship and didn't put you first. This was where you had a fling after with co star glen Powell, but both decided you were better as friends. You were at the peak of your career, everyone wanted you, everyone wanted to be you and around you. With such a busy schedule ahead of you, with so many things lined up. You'd just finished filming top gun maverick and had daisy jones and the six to finish filming. The premiere in Cannes for top gun came with so many new exciting opportunities for you, with a certain Mr Butler having a say in who would be his Priscilla Presley in the new Film Elvis.

Your POV:

It was the night of the Top gun Premiere in Cannes, you were getting ready with your team in the hotel you were staying at, the gorgeous Hôtel Barrière Le Majestic.This wasn't your first time in Cannes, you had been here for a few film premiers before, but you could still never get used to it, even after all your success, at such a young age bearing in mind. Being surrounded by all the stars you had looked up to for years and working with them, like Tom cruise, cmon.. such a pinch me moment. It's such a surreal moment sat there on the makeup chair looking out onto the French rivera, having your makeup done, having all these people around you tailoring your new designer dress that had just been made and flown in by Ellie Saab. A gorgeous Pearl flowing dress with a subtle smokey eye makeup to bring out the colour of your eyes with Hollywood curls in your hair, slightly tucked behind your ears.

(your gown for Cannes)

Your agent Natalie came in to round you and your co stars up, you were staying in the next room to your co star and recent fling Glenn Powell since your split with Dacre. The two of you had one crazy and weird night, you and glenn had become close during filming and one cast night out got way out of hand and ended up with you two sleeping together, for you both in the morning to just laugh about it and to this day are the best of friends. You clutched onto your dress following your agent out and headed towards the film festival.

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These events were always nerve wracking, in your head you just tried your best not to fall over, your agent edging you along the red carpet with your co stars, lining you up infant of the paparazzi ready to take single and cast photos. Tonight was a big night for you, you were going to perform the hit song from the movie tonight, Hold my hand, not only and actress anymore, you started divulging into more musical things now with your career which essential you trained in all three, singing, acting and dancing. A triple threat some will say. Before the event your agent started guiding you to some interviewers before the main event of the premiere and performance. You smiled widely as you greeted the interviewers, they asked the general questions of the movie and the cast you were working with, these questions always ended up with the odd personal question thrown in there also.

"so Y/N, we know you have to hurry along but the news of you and dacre, obviously very sad but do you think he will be happy for you tonight and what are you plans going forward from this, is there anyone tonight you are hoping to meet and network with?"

"umm" you began, giggling slightly to make it less awkward, "you know life happens, me and dacre are still very much friends, id know he'd definitely be supporting me and vice versa on his journey. some things aren't meant to be but that's okay, we are all adults here and you know I'm excited for what's next for me, I've got a lot coming my way and you never know, something may come out of tonight. I just want to enjoy tonight, meet some new people and yeah I hear the royal family are here tonight so that will be a cool thing, like I've never met a royal so.."

"thank you for that, really appreciate your time and massive congratulations and good look with your performance tonight, we look forward to it" the interviewer smiled.

"Thank you so much, I will need it aha" you say being guided away into the film hall.

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The performance came and went, you had a standing ovation from the crowd, this was a massive thing for you. All these people in the crowd were actors and actresses you looked up to and for them to be giving you a standing ovation was something else. You had had your congratulations from your co stars and a few famous faces, it was later after your performance that you were being guided to your table where a tall figure was standing, a male it looked like from where you were walking, blonde hair shining in the lights above him. You stopped as Natalie found your seat and this male figure stumbled back a little onto your toe, you had kind of numbed out the pain as you'd been in heels all day, his hands were cupped as if he had just been clapping or praying, he stood in awe of you as you approached. A small smile came from the corner of his mouth as he met your gaze.

"my god I'm so sorry, I didn't step on you did I?"

You looked at him smiling, you could tell he was a little shy, he had confidence in his eyes but a shy soul underneath.

"Its ok honestly, I was looking for an excuse to take these heels off really, so thanks for that" you winked, the blonde smiled back at you, his eyes tracing your face so intently.

" glad I could be of service, please here let me get your seat, I am really sorry though" he laughed as he pulled out your seat

"such a gentlemen".. you said as you slowly sat down on the pulled out chair, still keeping his gaze, " but seriously its fine, don't stress, I can see you wincing a little" you joked with him, trying to ease his shyness, you recognised his face, this was Austin butler, you'd watched a few shows with him in when you were younger, carried diaries and rumours had it it was going to be the new Elvis.

"that transparent am I"

"just a little" you winked as you gestured with your hands the little minute sign with your fingers, he then sat down to face you on the opposite chair.

"Austin right? you questioned "I'm..." you were interrupted

"Y/N, yeah I know", he laughed nervously "you were phenomenal up there you know and your movie, I mean you were incredible"

"thank you, that means so much to me like you wouldn't believe, I was shaking up there" you held out your hands to show him your shaking fingers, the adrenaline from the performance still.

"I'm surprised you even knew my name just then to be honest" sounding surprised

"of course, you are the new Elvis right? that's very exciting" you said placing your hand to tap his knee "and I've seen your face around, just never actually got round to saying hi"

smiling at your hand placement he responded "Yeah I am ah, very exciting, just hope to do him some justice you know"

"oh love I'm sure you will, you are great you know or just do a me and just pretend you know what you are doing and everyone will just think that guys got their shit together" you laughed, trying to give him a little confidence boost. shrugging his shoulder with yours.

"thank you y/n , I think I might just have to do that aha"

"I'm sure you will smash it" your agent gesturing that it was time for you to leave, "well looks like I'm being ushered out of here Mr Butler, but it was so nice meeting you and I absolutely can't wait for this to be the other way round and I'm congratulating you as I am sure I will be"

Austin's POV:

Y/N performance blew him away, he had always been a huge fan of yours and he'd come across you at so many events but had never had the guts to say anything to you, You was in a relationship with Dacre as well at all these events, so he never had the chance and now that you were single he'd found the perfect opportunity. Later that night after meeting you, you were all that was on Austins mind, he had phoned his agent later that night as he knew you'd have to be his Priscilla in Elvis, so many actresses had come and gone but no one he could get that chemistry with. He had to find a way to reach you.

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You'd first met Austin during Cannes in 2022 when you had been a part of the Top gun maverick cast, you were half way filming Daisy ones and the six at this point. You had your first day off in a long Time, you just sat down when you opened your phone to 4 missed calls from your agent and a text to call her asap.

"Nat, 4 missed calls, who died?"

"I thought you did with the amount of times I've rang you, I've just had a strange call from another agent and they said an Austin Butler and Baz luhrmann has been trying to reach you?"

"Baz Lurhmann?? and Austin Butler as in the new Elvis Austin..??"

"yeah, so they want you to be the new Priscilla, apparently this Austin guy told Baz and he wants to start shooting with you straight away"

"no on screen chemistry read or audition?"

"nope none at all, this Austin guy really wants you to play her so, guess that's that"

Baz frisking lurhmann wants you to be in his new film, ELVIS. Austin butler requested you to be Priscilla, why?? .... you were so confused but so excited about it, your schedule was about to get a whole lot busier and your life so much more exciting.

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CCG - LUCI’S 3RD BIRTHDAY

In honor of the great @blainesebastian ‘s birthday here’s a little instagram compilation I’ve conjured up for our adored CCG nation <3 Austin, CCG, and Luci we miss and love ya’ll forever and Mccall you are a brilliant mind whom I will adore until the end of time! Have the bestest birthday ever, you deserve nothing less!

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enews And the Best Dad Award goes to ….! In honor Austin Butler and Y/N’s little girl turning three today let’s take a look back at our favorite moments of Austin Butler being the best dad ❤️ link in bio for full video of second slide.

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austinfan18 video of luci running into austin’s arm after two weeks apart you will always be famous!

butlerishh him throwing her in the air LMAO LUCI WAS NOT HAVING FUN

ccgfan HA fr luci was looking at her mom to save her

iloveaustin Can we talk about how proud his mom would be about what a great parent he is?

sharonbleu Austin even has Salma Hayek up in the likes 😉

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coffee.girl Celebrating Luci day should be every day tbh. 🦖💕👁️🐠🪷🌸☃️🥞 @austinbutler and I can’t believe we created this wonderful being, she had to have come from a lab of perfection.

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ashleytisdale Luci told me she’s from Pluto and I believe her. It’s the only logical explanation.

austinbutler Nice use of all of Luci’s favorite emoji’s, she’s going to be so proud. ❤️

jillian.mua The best thing you and Austin ever did and will ever do is have sex three years ago to give the world the best human to walk the Earth

coffee.girl JILLIAN!

ashleybee I’m disgusted but I get what she means

austinbutler Babe close your comment section please

chrisevans Happy bday to the one who is gonna prove aliens exist!

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people Luci Butler turns three today so we must not forget to credit her mother (and best friend) in a world where it seems moms get no recognition for being superhuman.

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user12 imagine using a 3 year olds bday to make some political womens movement statement. mom’s get plenty of recognition.

butlerfamupdates I actually applaud People Magazine for this. All day magazine’s have posted Austin’s cutest moments with Luci and talked about what a wonderful Dad he is - which no one would ever doubt to think he is - but Luci’s mom is very much present as well and deserves love too. Luci loves both her parents. It’s normal for a kid to have favorites, it doesn’t make the other parent ‘bad.’

ccgfan Y/N and Luci sharing their love for open water together and creating sea shell necklaces i cry

ccgfan1 You just know she’s the most supportive and loving mother! Austin and Luci are so lucky to have her!

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ashleytisdale happy birthday to Jupiter’s bestest friend in the whole wide world! We are so lucky to have you in our life Luci ❤️🦖✨

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coffee.girl the cutest besties 👯 🤣

fan23 ashley and aus are bffs now their daughters are too 😭

austinluv STOP my heart can’t take it

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butlerfamupdates a cute little insight into Luci’s “THREE-REX” bday party! Posts and reposts from @austinbutler and @coffee.girl IG stories

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sugartreats Thank you for choosing us for her cakes and treats! The sweetest, most beautiful family 🙌🏼 #happybirthdayluci

fan34 so luc is like obsessed w dinos huh 🤔

fan33 austin literally calls her lil dino

fan45 u just know it was luci’s idea to put a tutu on the scary t rex LMAO

sugarcakes Oh it was! Her parents brought her in and Miss Luci was very specific with what she wanted haha

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jillian.mua Happy birthday cool girl 🥳 I love you

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austinbutler vibin’

ashleybee oh gosh i wanna kiss those cheeks

oliviadejonge i wanna be her when i grow up ✨🥳

coffee.girl @austinbutler trendsetter 😂❤️

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austinbnews via Austin’s IG story for Luci’s birthday! Happy birthday sweet Luci 🎂 ♥️

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austinfan23 she’s taking after her parents with her love of books 🥹

ccgfan yes Y/N and Austin built Luci her personal little library 😭

butlerupdates Austin taking a picture of Luci taking a picture of Y/N — ICONIC

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austinbutler happy birthday lil dino ♥️

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coffee.girl … and she’s out for the count

jillian.mua @coffee.girl she had a busy day bossing everyone around

ashleytisdale @austinbutler please tell me you at least wiped the cake frosting off her face

austinbutler @ashleytisdale I’m not dealing with that tantrum when she wakes up

coffee.girl @austinbutler neither am I smart move

ashleybee I LOVE HERRRR

LMAOOOO MCCALL WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON THIS BEFORE YOU TEXTED ME TODAY ASKING ABOUT LUCI ?!???? OUR BRAINSSS INTERCONNECTED 🙌🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday mccall love you and your little universe and luci and ccg so much you’re awesome

#a gift for mccall #made by moi #austin butler x reader #dad! austin #ccg series #austin butler instagram au #austin butler instagram edit #we love you mccall!!!

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