PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â Feyd yells at his daughter for interrupting him at work. His wife confronts him about his behaviour as she tries to explain to the little Countess that her father was never taught how to express love.
REQUEST â (1)
AUTHORâS NOTE â Feyd is already the Baron in this fic but I assumed women cannot inherit on Giedi Prime so the daughter is "only" a Countess while her younger brother is a Na-Baron. I used my headcanon that if half-Harkonnen children have hair, then they're white because they lack pigment. I also wanted her to have big black Harkonnen eyes so badly... Basically, I wanted Feyd's daughter to look like this:
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Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was circling around the big table in the conference room where the huge orb of Giedi Prime had been replaced with Arrakisâ one as one of his advisors was explaining the difficult situation regarding the spice production. The new wave of Fremen rebels who worshipped the long gone and deceased MuadâDib decided to continue their idolâs legacy as they sabotaged the spice production controlled by The Harkonnen forces. The Governor of Arrakis was slowly losing control over the situation and Feyd would rather avoid going there himself. He was needed on Giedi Prime â especially now when The Emperor was on his deathbed. He had to be around in case something important would happen and everyone knew The Baron had his eyes set on the Imperial Throne. Feyd had to choose a new Governor of Arrakis or provide the current one with good advice, hoping for the Fremen problem to disappear soon. It was worrying him because it was giving him a bad reputation at the moment for having problems on Arrakis â it could make some leaders of the great houses to think he was not worthy enough to become the next Emperor.
Feydâs hands were clasped behind his back as he circled like a shark and all his advisors looked down, taking a step back whenever he approached them. They knew his temper would only rise when he was angered whenever he would experience problems of such nature when it came to reigning over The Harkonnen properties.
âWhat does the Fremen leader say? Stilgar? That was his name?â Feyd barked at one of the scared advisors.
âStilgar says he has no control over the cultists. He does not support their actions. He wants nothing but peace, my Lord,â the man bowed his head.
âHow bad is it? The most important thing so far is to keep the problem on Arrakis a secret,â Feyd hummed to himself.
âFive percent of the decrease in the spice production income,â the other advisor answered. âNot bad, but can be noticeable in the amount we export.â
âWe shall export some of our own private reserves to cover the loss. In the meantime, we have to deal with the cultists,â Feyd decided, already annoyed at the fact he had to sacrifice his own supplies just to cover up the careless governing of Arrakis which was not his fault. âSend more troops there, the operation should be classified confidential. Threaten Lord Volonov to take care of it. Heâs got a month before I replace him with someone more capableâŚâ
Quiet pat pat pat sound coming from the corridor was becoming louder and louder until the black doors finally opened slightly and the guard standing by them spotted a pair of two big black eyes staring up at him.Â
âMy Lord,â he tried to catch The Baronâs attention but Feyd had his back turned on him as he angrily explained the details of the operation to his advisors.
Little Countess Sevina Harkonnen gave the guard puppy eyes as she struggled with the heavy doors. She wanted to come inside and he didnât know what to do. He was aware that his Lord Baron did not want to be interrupted but he didnât want to close the door in the girlâs face either. He peeked outside but there was no servant around and The Baroness was not there either. He decided it would be better for the girl to come inside instead of letting her roam around the fortress alone.
She smiled widely at him and jumped inside the room happily as her white hair bounced. She was lucky enough to inherit most of her motherâs looks although her skin was paler, her hair lacked pigment and her pupils were nothing but two completely big black orbs â those were the eyes even her father did not have but they were a result of the pollution her motherâs body had been exposed to on Giedi Prime at the time of her pregnancy.
Not realising how tense the atmosphere in the room was, she approached her father as all the advisors and servants were making wide eyes at her. She stood behind The Baron and pulled on his shirt to make him turn around.
At first, he flinched at the odd feeling of someone pulling him. Who would dare to do that? He turned around quickly with an angry expression on his face but then he looked down and spotted his little daughter. She startled a bit at the sight of his annoyance but she kept staring at him with her big black eyes filled with love and excitement.
âWhat are you doing here?â Feyd barked at her.
âCan you play with me, daddy?â She pleaded with a big grin.
A few lords smirked at that and Feydâs jaw clenched. Not only had she interrupted him but also humiliated him.
âCanât you fucking see that Iâm busy?!â He lashed out at her and she took a step back as her eyes filled with tears and betrayal. âGet out of here!â He pointed at the doors.
They opened at that very moment as the nanny entered the room and looked around, surprised at the sight of scared faces and the little Countess being in the centre of attention.
âThere you are!â She opened her arms at the sight of the girl. âIâve told you not to interrupt your father, heâs in the middle of a meeting,â she reminded nervously as the girl ran up to her and hid her face in the folds of her skirt. âForgive me, my Lord,â the nanny bowed her head at Feyd-Rautha.
âYouâre useless,â he drawled. âGet out.â
âY-yes, my Lord,â the woman held Sevinaâs hand and walked out as quickly as possible.
You left the nursery where your son na-baron had just fallen asleep. On your way back to your chambers, you passed by the doors leading to your daughterâs room and you froze at the muffled sound of sobbing. Concerned, you decided to enter without knocking.
Little Sevina was crying on her bed as the scared nanny tried to calm her down by rubbing her back and shushing her.
âWhat is going on?â You asked as the doors closed behind you.
âM-my Lady Baroness,â the nanny stood up and straightened herself to bow down slightly.
âWhat happened? Why is she crying?â You asked her in an accusing tone.
âI⌠I lost her out of my sight when we were playing earlier today, Iâm sorry⌠I found the young Countess in her fatherâs conference room. She had interrupted The Baron during a council⌠I think he lashed out at her, my LadyâŚâ the woman tried to explain nervously as her hands shook.
âYouâre useless,â you sighed and she widened her eyes. âGet out, Iâll deal with that myself,â you pointed at the doors and she bowed down once again before leaving quickly.
You approached the bed and sat on the edge of it as Sevina raised her head to look at you. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the sight of her cheeks covered in tears.
âWhat happened, sweet darling?â You asked her gently while you caressed her back.
âWhy doesnât daddy love me?â She asked with so much pain and sincerity in her tiny, shaky voice that you nearly cried yourself.
You knew it wasnât true. Feyd-Rautha loved his daughter. Even though he had been a bit disappointed she was not a son in the beginning â he had only said not to worry about it much; that the boy would come next. He had been treating Sevina as if she was made of glass in the first months of her life, so scared of accidentally hurting her because hurt was all he knew.
âOh, Sevina, donât think thatâŚâ You sighed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. âDaddy loves you so much,â you assured her but of course she wasnât convinced. âHe would kill and die for you, little girl,â you added.
âI donât want him to kill and die for me, mummy,â Sevina sobbed as those were the concepts she was too young to grasp. âI just want daddy to play with me.â
âHe doesnât know how to play, Sevina,â you fixed her ruffled hair while trying to explain calmly. âHe didnât have a mummy or daddy when he was your age. The way I kiss you or hug you and play with you⌠He has never had it, darling,â you felt a few tears streaming down your cheeks. You were angry at your husband for yelling at your daughter and making her feel unloved but you were also angry at all the suffering that he had gone through in his past.
There were scars and damages that could never be undone, no matter how much you loved someone.
âAnd youâre big enough to know that daddy shouldnât be interrupted when heâs working. You know that he tends to get angry more easily then,â you reminded her. âYou shouldnât have done that.â
âI wanted daddy to play with me,â she snuggled closer to you and you kissed the top of her head, rubbing her tiny arms with your thumbs and cradling her softly to calm her down.
Feyd had been back in your chambers already when you entered. You froze at the sight of him, irritated. However, he seemed to act as usual.
âFive percent,â he snapped at you, although not angrily. âWe will have to replace the loss with our own supply so the other lords donât realise we are expecting problems on Arrakis. That stupid son of a bitch Volonov canât handle a few cultists andâŚâ
âI donât care about any of that,â you interrupted him and turned your back on him to approach your vanity table and sit by it, pretending to be more interested in reapplying the powder.
âWhat?â Feyd was visibly surprised as he watched you in disbelief. You had always been a support for him, especially in difficult times. You both had been plotting on how to take over the Imperial Throne and now you werenât interested in something as important as the problems with harvesting spice on Arrakis? It didnât make sense to him.
You ignored him and focused on brushing your hair now, watching him from the corner of your eye in the reflection of the mirror of your vanity table. He approached you, hesitantly.
âWhat do you mean youâre not interested?â He tilted his head as he leaned in, trying to intimidate you but you didnât even flinch.
âIâve just spent an hour claiming down Sevina. You yelled at her,â you eventually looked up to look deep into his eyes. He took a deep breath in, irritated.
âShe should have learnt by now not to interrupt me,â Feyd straightened his back and walked away. âSheâs spoiled,â he added. âKnows nothing about discipline. Itâs your fault.â
âSheâs a little girl,â you turned around. âYou canât expect military habits from her. Sheâs your daughter, Feyd.â
âSheâs lucky I only yelled. If I interrupted my uncle as a child like that, Iâd be punished!â He raised his voice at you, frustrated that you were defending your daughter and making a problem out of something that he considered to be normal.
You hated it when he would raise his voice at you. You stood up angrily and yelled as well.
âOh, so you think she should be raised the same way you were?!â You asked. âAlright then! Go to her room, grab her by the neck and flog her back with a whip just because she wanted to play with her father!â You pointed at the doors furiously as your eyes were burning with wrath. âGo on! I dare you.â
But Feyd didnât even move. His jaw was clenched as he was staring at you speechlessly.
âGo. What are you waiting for?â You kept pushing him. âGo on.â
You kept looking into his eyes with so much intensity he eventually gave up and looked down, awkwardly as the guilt started to creep in. You won.
âYou rejected her. She thinks you donât love her,â your voice calmed down but it was still vicious. âAnd I was assuring her that you do but it felt as if I was assuring myself, too,â you added, just to hurt him. âI canât stand to look at you, Feyd-Rautha,â you drawled and approached the doors to leave him alone but not without striking the final blow. âI canât believe I wanted to give you children so badly,â you turned your head to look at him as he looked up, surprised at your words, âbecause you donât deserve them.â
The doors opened in front of you and you walked out to go back to your daughter.
You were sitting on the black fluffy carpet in the middle of Sevinaâs room. She was on your lap, with her tiny arms around your neck, cuddling you. There were toys scattered all around the floor but she wanted to take a break for the loving cuddles. She was very unusual for a half-Harkonnen and you were very aware of the fact she was making most people around feel uncomfortable.
Not only her father but everyone in the fortress were stiff around sweet little Sevina who was so full of life and curiosity, always wanting to hug everyone â even servants and guards. Wherever she went, there was a sound of laughter and a sudden feeling of warmth. Countess Sevina Harkonnen was the very first little girl living in that fortress in a long time and she was so different from all its inhabitants. She was too young to know that she was a daughter of Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen â a man feared all over the Empire. That her bloodline was cursed with death and violence. She was still pure and innocent. Perhaps she was a living proof that The Harkonnens were not born this way after all â but they were made in the endless cycle of abusive upbringing. You did not want the same fate for her. You knew she would have to get rougher with time but you hoped she would still remain gentle, too.
The doors to her room opened and you looked up. At the sight of your husband, you protectively put your arm around your little girl. You doubted that he wanted to do what you had angrily suggested before but you wanted to make sure he wouldnât anyway. Sevina stiffened at the sight of her father and clung to you. It brought you pain to realise that at that very moment she was afraid of him.
âSevina, we have to talk,â Feyd stood above you two as he started in a serious tone. You gave him a scolding look and your little girl hid her face in the crook of your neck, hiding. âYou know perfectly well not to interrupt me while Iâm working.â
Long silence occurred. You could see Feydâs struggle as he had no idea what to do to fix this situation between him and his daughter.
âSevina, apologise to daddy,â you looked down and she looked up with tears in her big black eyes. âYou shouldnât have interrupted him and you know that, darling,â your voice was soft and calm and she sniffed.
âIâm sorry, daddy,â Sevina turned her body around to face him but she refused to look at him.
âNow, you apologise to Sevina for being mean,â you looked up at your husband and you spotted panic in his eyes. âNow,â you insisted sternly.
âIâm sorry for being mean to you,â Feyd crouched down to be on her level. She hesitantly looked at him. âCan I get a hug, too?â He asked and his voice broke a tiny bit.Â
Slitting someoneâs throat open was less awkward and unusual to him than to ask for a hug. Your heart ached for him but you were an adult capable of understanding his patterns. Sevina was not.Â
Her heart was big, though, and she loved her father, so she would forgive him everything. She nodded her head with a happy smile and ran into his arms to squeeze him tight. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight.
âI love you, darling,â Feyd whispered quietly with his cheek pressed to the top of her head. âI would kill for you. I would die for you,â he confessed.
âBut she doesnât want any of that,â you explained. âShe just wants you to spend time with her.â
âIs that right?â He looked down at his little girl and she looked up with her puppy eyes as she nodded. Her tiny hands reached out to cup his face.
âI love you, daddy,â she assured him. âCan you play with me?â
âI donât know how to play, Iâm sorry,â he admitted with guilt in his voice.
âI will teach you,â she hugged him again.
Feyd put his arms around his little girl and pulled her closer. You crawled on the carpet to give him a hug, too. You could feel that he was slightly trembling, so you leaned in to place a kiss on his temple as your hand caressed his head soothingly.
âItâs not weak to show affection,â you reminded him in a whisper. âIâve never loved you more than when you are like this.â
Feyd laid his eyes on you. They were filled with a mix of pain, guilt and relief. At the end of the day, the only approval he was seeking was yours. You had him wrapped around your little finger.
âSo, how do you want to play?â He asked Sevina as he caressed her white hair with admiration. She clapped her hands cheerfully.
âI want to be a Princess,â her eyes sparkled. âAnd youâll be my guard.â
Feyd chuckled at that, showing off his black teeth. Sevina giggled as she had never found them scary.
âSoon enough, my darling one, youâll be a real Princess,â he assured her.
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
MASTERLIST
When I surprised him with my new look, he was taken aback at first then a huge smile appeared on his face, even his eyes glimmered.
âLook at ya! You look like a little doll.â Austin said to me as one of fingers played with a piece of my hair. âIt makes your eyes stand out more.â He then grabbed my chin firmly. âI like you brunette and with less makeup. This is what I like.â
Bullshit. All he said was bullshit. If he liked me so much when I looked like this then why did he go after Lily-Roseâs tail. Why did he take her out for dinner? Why did he make out with her afterwards? Was I ever going to be enough for him? Because he hadnât touch me since we were in Australia. And whenever he did, it was loveless.
I confronted him about what happened with Lily, we were having breakfast and I had seen the photos ENews published of Austin and Lily making out after having dinner together.
âBaby, it ainât nothing, itâs just publicity.â He tried to defend himself, I only glared at him.
âDonât call me baby.â I spat out harshly, I donât know why but knowing that he probably called Lily âbabyâ made me gag. As it had happened with Olivia.
âItâs PR an-â I interrupted him, standing up from the my chair.
âWhatâs going on?! Why doesnât she go back to France where she belongs?â I yelled at him as I hit the table with my hands.
I couldnât really read his face, he was in between being mad and taken aback. Of course he also stood up and grabbed my shoulder, tugging me a little.
âListen to me. Cynthia. I need a woman who understands that things like this might happen. Are you gonna be her or not? He asked, looking down on me as if I were an spoiled child getting reprimanded.
âOkay.â Was all I said as I left the dining room.
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After the incident happening, Austin started to be loving all over again, he had invited to have dinner with him and some castmates. I decided to accept after he begged me for days, I was still mad at him but I decided that maybe this could help us get closer.
I dressed up, monochrome clothing, black pants, cute pink top, I styled my hair and we were on our way to the restaurant. It was a sushi place, it had private karaoke and everything. I recognized some of them, Barry Keoghan and his girlfriend, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle and others.
It was a nice dinner and food was delicious, although my mind was somewhere else, I was worried because I had left Lori back home with the nanny.
âDonât worry too much, sheâs being well taken care of.â Austin squeezed my hand. I simply hummed and nodded.
Feeling someoneâs stare, I looked in front of me and there surely was Callumâs gaze lingering my face down my neck. His eyes went back to my face and he quickly snapped out of his trance, smiling at me and then looking at me. Weird, I thought, but it was the first time in months that a man ever looked at me like that. He didnât talk to me much, but he surely did talk to the wives and girlfriends of his castmates. But he did look at me a lot, his foot touching mine from underneath the table.
Austin had always been charismatic but he was very, very shy so a karaoke was like social suicide to him. But Callumâ he was another story. After a few sips of some Asian liquor, he was sure to go next on the karaoke.
âYou should sing an Elvis song, Aus.â I whispered to Austin, trying to cheer him because it was truly getting boring.
âNo, Cynâ Iâll just embarrass myself.â Austin denied it, he stayed at the booth and I rolled my eyes, I saw Barryâs girlfriend and a producerâs wife laughing with everyone as Barry and the producer sang âHeart of Glassâ without hitting a single note.
Laughing but at the same time feeling like I wasnât enjoying this as I should, Callum made his way to me swiftly. Clearing his throat and sitting on the booth.
âShould I sing?â Callum spoke to me with his amazing voice and British accent, catching my attention.
âIf you want to.â I shrugged my shoulders.
âIâll sing one for ya. Youâll see, cause nowâ your man is as boring as a math class.â I chuckled and thought he was just joking. But then he got up and grabbed the mic, quickly searching for the song. As the instrumental started to playâ I recognized that guitar riff everywhere. âLaylaâ.
As not everyone knows, the song was written by Eric Clapton, confessing his love to George Harrisonâs wife, Pattie Boyd. I thought he must be just trying to lead me on, everyone cheered for Callum and his god-awful singing. Maybe it was to play it off but he started to jokingly point at whatever girl was taken. Everyone took it as a joke, even Austin. But towards me, he was a bit more serious.
âI tried to give you consolation from when your old man let you down.â
âLike a fool, I fell in love with you. You turned my whole world upside down.â
âLayla, youâve got me on my knees. Iâm begging darling, please.â
He sang it directly to me, he tried to be playful and everything, but I knew he was serious. I just chuckled and tried to play it off. Was it so wrong that I wanted to tear his clothes off even if my husband was besides me? I could say the same things Austin said: âIâm a woman, I have needs, itâs in my dna.â
When the guys went to pay, I saw Callum grabbing his jacket, I got closer to him.
âWhat was that?â I asked, wanting an explanation.
âWhat, sweetheart?â He asked, acting oblivious, seeing my annoyed face, he chuckled. âItâs just a song, baby.â
âDonât call me baby, Iâm not your baby.â I said as I rolled my eyes.
âCome on. I couldâve sang you an Spectrum song. What about âHow you satisfy meâ?â He looked around a little before starting to pretend to have a microphone on his hand. âHoney, your love is what I needâŚâ
âItâs not funny.â I protested in annoyance, Callum looked at the guys paying, he then smirked and looked back at me.
âYou know whatâs funny? That you didnât shut me off when I was staring at you, you liked it.â Callum whispered on a teasing manner.
âIâm a married woman, for your information.â I showed my wedding ring.
âThat hasnât stopped me before and it wonât stop me now. Austin doesnât act like the married man either.â
That was like a stab in my heart, it was humiliating that everyone else knew he was unfaithful, he immediately dropped his smirk.
âIâm sorryâ I just like you a lot.â I nodded at Callum, he was beautiful but, he wasnât what I liked.
Callum just pressed his lips together, he was going to walk off but he stopped to say something.
âIf you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call me.â Callum said before he waved at all of us and walked out of the restaurant.
Austin and I went back home, I tried wearing black negligee, hoping heâll touch me again. It didnât work, he pushed me off.
âIâm not in the mood, honey. Letâs just sleep.â
Frustrated, I tucked myself under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I knew he was turned onâ he was. He just didnât want to touch me. My days were getting boring, I wished I had something to film, some script sent to me, anything. Everyday I woke up with the hope of getting a text or an email with a new script.
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I thought of Callumâs proposition everyday, I was indeed very lonely. My mind went on and on about his words: âIf you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call meâ
I ended up calling him, just a night out as friends, yeah, friends with capital F. I got ready, I wore a black short skirt and a nice little cardigan. I decided to wear my now light-brown hair on a side ponytail and I styled out my bangs. And surely, Callum and I met at the movies.
We were watching a foolish movie. I was barely even looking at the movie, I was looking at him the whole time and he knew it because I saw that stupid little smirk of his. Swiftly, he placed his hand on my knee, making me smile and look away shyly, like a teenager. After the movie, we got into his carâ nervous to do anything wrong, I was very quiet.
âSo, youâre lonely all the time?â Callum asked, breaking the silence. I stayed silent, looking out the window. âTell me, you know itâs just your foolish pride.â
âI stay back home. Iâm waiting for a good script to come to me.â
âSo what do you even do? Youâre lonely and no man is waiting by your side. You seem like the perfect target for a man like me.â Callum joked, I laughed too.
I felt at ease with him, we had a lot of fun even while driving around London. He parked in front of my house, I was in silence. He leaned in and kissed me, not aggressively but romantically, I liked the kiss so I continued it. I never thought Iâd make love on the back of a car, afterwards I felt really regretful of it, I was just like Austin nowâ I had been unfaithful.
âWhat is it, sweetheart?â He asked after we had gotten dressed again. He caressed my cheek.
âI shouldnât have done this.â I said in regret, but he just smiled.
âHell yeah you should have done so. Time for him to get a taste of him own medicine.â Callum said, I had a mental argument with myself.
Should I keep this going or not? I was a woman with needs and wishes of being desired by my husband but he always decided to turn around and go with other women.
âWhen do we see each other again?â I asked him, if I was going to cheat, might as well enjoy so.
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My relationship with Callum developed into an affair, very passionate affair. While Austin was away having his fun around London and on set hanging out with Callum, we both texted each other behind his back.
Callum reminded me a lot of myself actually, I had told him one time that I liked blonde-haired men and the next day he texted me telling me that he was at a hairdressers appointment, he surprised me with a selfie of him full on blonde, which he already was naturally. He was scolded by producers. I also told him I liked trench coats and men wearing black slacks, next Sunday night, heâs wearing all of that. I was starting to be as demanding as Austinâ and I hated it. What if he was feeling pressured or if he started to feel like I felt?
âItâs boring being the same everyday, sweetheart.â Callum chuckled with me, caressing my cheek softly.
âI donât want you changing yourself.â I said, a bit sternly. âBut blonde does bring out your face more, it makes your eyes stand out more.â
I sounded just like Austin. Just like him. Callum and I spent that night together too, but we were surprised when Austin came home earlier. My acting career prepared me all my life for this, Callum was surprisingly smooth, as he pretended to be coming out of the bathroom fixing his shirt while I quickly made the bed and fixed my smeared lipstick.
âWhat is he doing here?â Austin asked suspiciously.
âHe came over, he said he wanted to see Lori and he thought you were here.â I said confidently as Callum nodded from the couch where he was watching Lori play.
âI thought you were here, mate. Sorry bout that.â Callum said, playing innocent for most part. Austin just nodded and took off his coat, placing it on the rack, he bent down to pick up Lori and placed a kiss on her cheek. He walked up to me and he wiped some runny eyeliner. It had smeared on the corner of my eye because of Callum and I having out little get-together in bed.
âYour makeup is all smeared.â He said, his touch being anything but gentle. He then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, he was jealous. Jealous because Callum was there.
âI knowâ the weather is wet. It makes my eyeliner smear.â I said, I used waterproof eyeliner.
We had dinner together all night, all of us, it was rather uncomfortable. Austin was really jealous.
âYou like my wife?â Austin tried to be playful while hiding his jealousy.
âIâd snatch her and Lori at any minute.â Callum answered back jokingly. âIâm kidding but yâall are beautiful family.â
Callum said all while looking at me, I wanted to kill him right there. I just nodded and smiled. And you know what? For the first time in so longâ I felt alive.
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
MASTERLIST
At some point our time in Australia had to end and so did the whole âElvis hellâ had to come to an end. We quickly moved to London so Austin could film another one of his projects. The director had given him a week to recover since he was sick, so we stayed back at the house we rented. It was big and spacious, at that point Austin apologized to me as I brought him tea to bed.
âHoney Iâm sorry for how I behaved in Australia.â He said with his now more deep voice. I stayed silent just staring at the wall and he sat up and hugged me. âEverything I did just got out of my hands, it all became a mess. It wonât happen again.â
I accepted his apology, as I had accepted a thousand of them before. Plus, I was more focused on Lori anyways. I tried to enjoy London as much as I could, I went out with Lori and weâd just see stores, I actually bought a bunch of things with Princess Dianaâs face on them. It was like my 60âs dream come true, I went through different thrift stores there and I got myself a shopping spree. I came back all excited, I had found myself an original piece from Biba, it was dated to be from the late 60âs. It had a very psychedelic pattern I came back wearing it, a big smile on my face as I entered the house.
Austin was sitting on the couch with Lori, he was playing with one of her dolls, when he saw me, he looked at me up and down.
âNow what is that dress?â He asked, pointing his finger at me. I placed my bags on the floor and twirled once.
âItâs from Biba!â I said excitedly, smiling.
âIt doesnât suit you, baby.â
âWhat?â I asked as I looked down at my dress, I liked it, it was my style.
âIt does nothing for ya. The pattern, the silhouette, it does nothing for your figure. All I see is the goddamn dress. It makes you look outdated. With the hair
My smile dropped, at the start of our relationship my style was what he liked about me, now that we had been married for 3 years, he suddenly hated it? Why? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded by his approval and affection, when he criticized me, it shred me to pieces.
After he tore me apart, my eyes got watery and I really tried to keep my composure and not be that typical âsensibleâ wife but it really did hurt me.
âAre you quite finished?â I said before storming off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
I heard him sigh and then laugh, I looked at myself in the mirror and I started to think of me how he thought about me. That I looked ridiculous and too dressy⌠I couldnât believe I was crying over nothing.
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I thought London would be a way to amend our marriage and be like we used to be. Guess I was wrong, itâs not that he wasnât loving or affectionate, but most of the time that affection came with backhanded actions.
Like for instance when he took me to dinner, he told me to get dolled up so I picked my dress carefully, he said he liked me in yellow so I wore a yellow dress. I toned down my makeup more, I used less eyeliner and just a pair of lashes. I sprayed myself with the scent of Chanel No. 5 l'eau, I liked how I looked. Even he complimented.
âLooking like a doll tonightâŚâ His compliment lingered as he kissed my cheek not my lips.
âThanks. Not looking bad yourself.â I smirked and kissed him back, we had hired a nanny and I was excited to finally have a date night with him.
Did I say date night? I was wrong, when we arrived there were people already waiting for us: Lily-Rose Depp and her friend, Lucas. My face turned bittersweet but I knew that Austin and Lily met on the set of Yoga-Hosers. So I greeted them trying to smile.
She made a nice conversation with me but I couldnât stop looking at her, she was just so cool. She was smoking inside the restaurant, having a a cup of wine. She was hot, sexy, cool and I wasâ cute. I never had a mature look in me, I always had a baby face. I stared as her and Austin made conversation, awkward smile on my face as Lily said:
âNo, I donât think Iâve ever seen any of your movies.â
I know she didnât say it to be rude but it sounded very condescending and I embarrassed myself even more.
âMost of the movies Iâve been in are very indie.â I cringed at myself as I spoke, I didnât sound cool just pretentious. All of them laughed and I laughed uncomfortably, I kept on eating my food.
âWhat perfume are you wearing? It smells very elegant? What is it called?â Austin asked Lily as he glanced at me.
âOh. its Chanel No. 5âl'eau.â Lily smiled as Austin hummed in response, as if he was enjoying the smell. He even whistled.
Thatâs the perfume I was wearing, why didnât he noticed it on me? My eye twitched and I cleared my throat.
âExcuse meâŚâ I stood up from my chair and made my way into the restroom. Tears stinging my eyes as I tried to hold them back, not even realizing they had started to fall.
I was not trying to satanize Lily, she had been in quotes âniceâ. A bit condescending, sharing glances with her friend, like those glances high school mean girls give to you when you say something. Not straight up laughing at your face but you know damn well they think of you as the butt of the joke.
But Austin seemed so intrigued by her, the way he looked at her and listened intently as she talked, he was always a man of visual contact, like he loved the people he was listening talk. But I didnât even remember the last time he looked at me like that. I wanted to be like her, I wanted to be as cool as her, as intriguing as she was. And I quickly noticed that how Lily dressed was the way Austin would love for me to dress, the simplicity, elegance, the denim and white, the effortless hair, the simple makeup.
I started to become a it more self conscious as time went on. I wanted to be what he thought was attractive.
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I stared at myself in the mirror as I started to rethink everything about my look. This was for the best, it was for a good reason, for our marriage to be alright.
First I picked apart my closet, I looked throughout all my dresses with prints and only stuck to solid colors, pink, blues, purples. I was then picking apart my closet, just taking my sweet time, taking little breaks as Lori craved my attention. I put all the things that really screamed 60âs into boxes and looked at my almost empty closet.
âGet up, baby. Weâre going to the hair salon.â I picked up Lori and dressed her up to go to the salon.
I walked with her throughout the soft rain, holding Loriâs hand. Her blonde hair and big smile. We arrived to the hair salon, it was very beautiful, pink, filled with women and I sighed as I got to the secretary in front of it.
âWelcome maâam. What would you like to do today?â The secretary asked me with a smile.
âI want to get my hair dyed.â
The secretary nodded and assigned me a hairstylist, as he was getting me ready I took a deep breath while looking at myself in the mirror.
âLuv, this hair color is gorgeous.â The hairstylist said to me as he grabbed a piece of my jet black hair. âWhy do you want to dye it?â There was truly nothing anyone could do to stop me from cutting my hair off.
âI want a light brown.â I said, the hairstylist nodded and he started getting to work.
I watched him give me a haircut and dye my hair, and afterwardsâ I was another woman. I had to say bye to my 60âs look and say hi to this âmodernâ woman he liked. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror and my hopeful smile dropped. This makeover came to bite me in the ass, I looked younger, not sexier and hotter.
But I was still hopeful that finallyâ heâd like me.
Sorry I havenât been updating this story, Iâve been very busy lately with school, like I was very much drowning in school work and exams.
When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.
With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.
One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.
đNot for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin
My first corruption smut đ no idea what Iâm doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.
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Mr. Butlers Babysitter
You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020âs. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.
He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.
You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.
You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.
His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didnât.
On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.
You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.
He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.
He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder âYou know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he wonât eat itâ you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.
There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.
His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.
His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.
Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.
He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.
The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. âThe Good the Bad and the Ugly.â It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.
On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.
Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.
The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. âIs that cowboy a good one or a bad one?â you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.
âA bad one!â Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Danielâs little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost. âI think youâre right AlisaâŚâ you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.
You put your hand on Danielâs little back and comfort him âDaniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?â He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face âHe looks like a mad cowboy â he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.
âHe does looks like a mad cowboyâ Austin says assuring him. âCome here little guy sit on daddyâs lapâ he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up âah there we goâ He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his sonâs sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.
âDo you want to do nails? â Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed. âSure if itâs okay with your dad I know itâs getting lateâ you admit checking your phone.
She looks to her dad âPlea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!â she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He canât resist her. âYou can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes itâs almost your bed timeâ he say firmly.
Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.
Austinâs thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. âLook heâs outâ he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms. âAw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?â You ask gently to be helpful.
He motions his head âNo you girls do nails and Iâll sit with him to watch the movieâ you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.
Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. âSorry daddyâ she says to him softly â I got it â she says out of breath holding up the kit.
She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish âDo my nails this colorâ she says demandingly but sheâs a kid. âIf you say pleaseâ you sweetly correct her âPlease do my nails this color!â She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.
She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. âand the stickers!â She says pulling out a roll.
You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly âDo you like them?â You ask to make sure sheâs a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.
The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her âOkay honey Iâm glad you like them â you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.
Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasnât watching his movie and itâs already been more than thirty minutes. âOkay itâs definitely time to head upâ he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.
Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Danielâs and you head to Alisas.
She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.
You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . âCan you talk to me until I fall asleepâ she asks in her soft voice.
Itâs a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.
âWhat do you want to talk about hun?â You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.
âYoure not going to leave are you?â She asks with her timid voice. You reassure her âI am going to go to my apartment and then Iâll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your momsâ you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
Her face suddenly saddens âmommy wants you to make you go awayâ her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.
âAw honeyâ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.
âAlisa honey âŚaw honey⌠sometimes people say things they donât mean.â You wipe her tears. âYou know maybe your mommy is angry because Iâm new in your life and she wants to make sure that Iâm taking the very best care of youâ you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.
âMommy is mad because in daddyâs phone she found pictures of you.â she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.
âWhat kind of picturesâ you ask patting her shoulders comfortinglyâ
âLike pictures when you bend over?â she admits not sure what it means.
Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that âWell yes thatâs ..um thatâs not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?âYou ask out of pure curiosity. âI heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?â She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.
You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. âHow about I tell you a bed time story?â You to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.
You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.
You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.
In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.
You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.
A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.
Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and youâd be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.
But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.
Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.
As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. âIâm going to put you in bed now okay hun?â You say gently and she nods.
You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. âPromise me youâll come backâshe asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open. You reassure her âyes Alisa Iâm coming backâ you pet her hand. âEven if my daddy his a per-vert like mommy says .âshe asks as your brows furrow at the complication.
âAlisaâ Austinâs voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long heâs been there as you slightly panic. âYou shouldâve been asleep a long time ago now itâs very late and you have school in the morning next time Iâm not going to let you stay up like thisâ he says sternly âIâm sorry daddyâ Alisa says sleepily.
You interject â Mr. Butler⌠Austin, sorry itâs my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.â You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.
He smiles to you âNo you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around Iâm going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.â He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisaâs bedside as you leave the room.
You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her âNow what were you silly girls talking about in hereâ
She loves her daddy you know sheâs going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.
You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if heâs going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. âUGHhh!â You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.
Youâve signed an NDA but thatâs still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. Youâll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.
You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. âI thought you left â he says out of breath. âI told you to wait for me downstairsâ he says as he reaches into his pocket. âFor the overtimeâ he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.
Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. âMr. Butler⌠thereâs no way all of this is just for overtime.â He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin âHow about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to meâ he says slyly.
You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. âOkay if that will make us evenâ you say matter of factly. He flashes you a charming smile âItâs a date then â he says stepping back from your car âAnd tomorrow call me Austinâ he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.
You canât quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.
If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow youâre all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.
The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. âCome by at 6:30pm house unlockedâ you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you itâs a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in âokayâ
After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.
You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didnât pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home youâre driving to Malibu.
âShitâ you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. âgreat job â you murmur to yourself âWear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your assâ you roll your eyes at your luck.
Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures. There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.
You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.
There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your bellyâs under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didnât make sense then.
Once somehow Danielâs nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.
He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.
You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him âplease catch me, I donât have independent health coverageâ you joked. âIf I break your bones Iâll mend them come to meâ he gestured.
You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.
You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance heâs already been trying you.
But you really need this job. Itâs saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.
You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. Itâs highlight doubtful
You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.
You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.
But itâs all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You donât have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.
You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.
You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. âWhere is everyone?â It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing heâs typing back. âmovie roomâ. Youâve never been down there before. To make sure itâs not a danger zone you text him back âkids with you?â You await his response there isnât one.
After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you âIt felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same houseâŚâ his voice trails off seeing what your wearing
You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body âSorry itâs unprofessional of me I know but Iâve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.â
He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement âYou must work out a lot to have legs like thatâ he compliments and your face flushes. âDonât be shy about itâ he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.
Heâs wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed heâs in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out. âCome watch a movie with meâ he says innocently. âMr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I canât.â He eyes you mischievously. âYou believe everything an eight year old tells you?â Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.
He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?
Maybe Alisaâs mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.
He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, itâs a small amphitheater.
âHoly fuckâ you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.
Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie heâs starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.
He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine. âOh thank you ⌠but Iâm not allowed to drink, well Iâm legally not allowed to drink until next year .â you smile shyly as your face flushes. The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward âYouâve never even had a drink?â He asks lowering his tone.
You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.
âWell I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb anyway it never really interested me.â
He smiles âWell maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, itâs not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your systemâ
You pry more âif hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?â You ask intrigued.
âMmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.â He smiles.
You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.
âThis is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.â He proclaims.
âOh..â you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank. His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought âTo a great working relationshipâ he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down âYou really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the wayâ. He admits.
You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of. âYou ever seen this?â He asks because of your age. âNo I havenât are you good in it?â He nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âI almost won an Oscarâ He exclaims profoundly. âThatâs what weâre gonna watch thenâ he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.
He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.
You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.
He refills your wine glass as the credits start. Itâs a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him âWow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.
He canât quite hear you so he turns down the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy âOh Mr. Butler no I donât want to ruin the movie you donât have to turn it down I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyesâ you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.
You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your
glass. âIâve seen this movie over a dozen times Iâd rather hear you talk honestlyâ he admits glancing over at you affectionately.
The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.
Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. âWait what?â You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. âI swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it againâ you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.
The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. I that southern drawl is resonating in your ears.
He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.
Why is it so sexual isnât this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cockâ holy fuck â you say out loud as you pant heavily.
You wonder if he can really do that⌠inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused âFuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austinâ you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when heâs in the cop car â
âMr.B- -Austin I didnât eat and I worked out and I had the wine and now I feel really weirdâŚoh god!â you exclaim standing up from the couch âThe kids what time is it!â
He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. âThe kids arenât comingâ he admits. âWhat?!â You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.
âThe kids arenât coming because itâs a week dayâ he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.
You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words âCome on your day off and make it up to meâ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back âOh god Mr. Butlerâ â-â Austinâ he interjects
You take another step back âMr. Austin I canât - - â he cuts you off again âjust -Austinâ he says
Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.
âI tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.â He says with a smile.
He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it
âA pinch of ecstasy in a full wine glass.â He smirks
âWhat!â You exclaim in shock that heâs already drugged you. He smiles âA good girl like you wouldnât even know what was happening to her.â He confesses with an alluring smile.
He lowers his head next to your ear âWhy do you think youâre having so much fun?â he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.
He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....itâs a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.
You go weak and cover with chill as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.
You have fallen in to his trap.
Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.
He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. âYour fucking soaked â he says looking at his wet fingertips.
You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.
He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead staring directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.
âI never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slutâ You whimper. âGo on beg your boss to touch you like a slutâ he commands. You slowly muster up the words âplease⌠touch meâ
You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench
âIs that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again. âYes! Please Mr.Butler touch meâ your desperate tone makes his cock harder.
"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks as he rubs his hand against your pussy. His touch sends shocks through your body distracting you from saying his name,"A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.
"Youâre so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips. He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth gliding his tongue in and twirling it against yours. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking the kiss.
He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your underwear, leaving you half naked.
He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra. "Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.
His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.
You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo. âPlease delete it Austin!â you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone."Delete it?â He smirks âNo, Iâm gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me itâll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really areâ he confesses. âAustin please Iâll do what ever you say please donât post the photoâ you beg him almost to tears the photo would ruin you.
He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp âOur little secret thenâ He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.
Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hops buck up ."Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.
Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.
Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers that youâre going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.
"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.
You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap âcum for me âhe commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside if you as your orgasm.
You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back archâs from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.â I know I knowâ he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.
The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.
You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock. "oh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed
"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He smiles at you as he presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement. "Just a condom on the first time. The application you sent in said you are not on birth control, but weâre gonna fix that" he confesses.
Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didnât even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.
âWhen Mr. Malino referred you to me, I was shocked heâd ever give you up , but with the divorce no more kids no more babysitter.â He smiled âYou were the hottest thing Iâd ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.
I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.â He gazes lustfully between your legs âand now I finally get to try your sweet pussyâ
You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.
"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until itâs too painful "itâs too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes are well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.
You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is. "Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.
He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace âDonât worry pretty girlâŚthe pain will subside ⌠and you will like it "he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight Walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.
He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.
He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one â Austin Iâm so closelâ admit in passion.âGonna make you cum with meâ he breaths. He increases his speed until heâs wracking your body with his plows.âIâm gonna cum!â You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.
He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.
You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had âIâm gonna pull out nowâ he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch pulling the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He pulls up his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.
You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns off all the other settings in the movie theater with his universal remote. âEarlier when you mentioned you didnât eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you nowâ He asks over his shoulder.
You collect your purse. âNo I think Iâll just go home.â You say nervously. He turns to look at you thenâ
âI want you to stayâ he offers but you shy away âAustin I have classes in the morning I really wasnât planning for âŚall of thisâ
He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.
He smirks knowing youâll have to stay the night and heâs going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.
âHow much do I owe you for baby sitting me thenâ he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.
You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.
His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.
Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.
As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully âFor that amount youâll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.â He admits.
Can you write a Buck x innocent reader? Not smutty but maybe Buck finds it endearing how innocent she is?
hiii, thank you both for the requests! this story is the longest one [almost 5k words xd] out of all those "short fics" đ because I decided to go somewhere else with the plot this time... đ the Reader finds Buck hiding in her barn after his plane was shot down but I don't specify what country it is exactly (one of the occupied ones) đ she is sweet and innocent and shy and she saves his life so, like, how can he not be crazy about her? đ
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven đ¤
The sound of the American and German planes above you was common these days but it terrified you each time. Living in the countryside had many privileges â like being away from the main bombing targets â but it also could get dangerous when the burning planes would fall down from the sky. Your father was standing outside and watching them carefully, making sure they werenât coming too close because youâd have to evacuate quickly if they did.
You were standing inside by the window with your mother â both scared and hoping it would be over soon. Then, a sound of loud explosion made you startle as you squealed and hugged your mother closer.
âItâs over,â your father finally went back inside and held you both to help you calm down. âThe American plane went down in the forest. Iâve seen the parachutes but itâs none of our business,â he reminded you both.
âIf the Germans come, what should we tell them?â Your mother asked. You had never had a plane go down so close.
âWe havenât seen anyone,â he pursed his lips.
Your father hated the Nazis but he also wanted to survive more than anything else. He didnât want to get involved in anything that would bring death to his family. However, he still hoped the Allies would win.
In the evening you went to the barn as usual to check on your cow and to close it for the night. You approached her and patted her neck to caress her gently. You usually preferred animals to humans. They were so quiet and calm and they didnât start scary wars with bombing planes, tanks and rifles.
An odd noise made you look around, scared. You were easily startled at anything these days and usually it would just be mice so you tried not to panic.
However, you spotted a few mice nearby and they were not in the same direction the sound was coming from. And the sound was nothing any mouse would make. It was⌠breathing. Sharp, muffled breaths.
âH-hello?â You asked and you swallowed thickly as you approached the dark corner of the barn where most of the straw was stored.
Your steps were slow and careful and then you saw something moving slightly and you spotted a pair of eyes looking at you⌠a pair of human eyes without a doubt.
Your whole body froze as your heart skipped a beat and your hands got cold and shaky. There was a man in your barn and you were terrified, not knowing what to do. You wanted to scream for your father but you were scared of what that person would do. You could run away but what if he was faster and would catch you?
âHello?â He answered in a weak, raspy voice. âPlease, donât be scared,â he added but you kept standing there, petrified. âDo you speak English?â
You swallowed thickly. He had to be an American, you thought. One of those that had been shot down earlier that day. You had heard stories of them showing up to peopleâs houses like that. The Nazis wanted everyone to contact them immediately when such things would occur.
âI⌠I do speak English, yes,â you whispered. âMy dadâs an English teacher,â you explained and you finally gained the courage to approach the man.
He was sitting on the floor in the darkest corner of the barn and he was holding one of his arms as his face winced out of pain. He was quite young and you could see his golden hair under all the mud and straw.
âAre you alright, sir? Youâre American?â You asked.
âAmerican, yes. Iâll be fine, just⌠Water, please,â he pleaded and you bit on your lower lip, not knowing what to do.
You should tell your father, no doubt about it. But what if your father would call the Nazis? He didnât like them but he didnât like the prospect of being killed either.
âIâll bring you something. You just wait here,â you told him and he nodded.
He was completely at your mercy now, you realised. He gave you his trust, because you could just run out of the barn and call for the Gestapo. He trusted that you wouldnât do that. He had no other choice.
You sneaked inside the kitchen to make sure your mum would not see you and you grabbed a bottle of milk and some cheese. Then you took a bun out of the bread bin and you went back to the barn.
âIs milk okay?â You asked as you crouched down next to the man to hand him the food. âI also got you cheese and a bun. Iâm sorry the bun is not really fresh.â
âItâs more than I asked for⌠Thank you,â he took the food from you and you watched him eat it like a starving man. You noticed him wincing once in a while and that his shirt was torn on his arm and lots of dry blood around it.
âWhat happened to your arm?â You asked, quietly.
âI fell down when I landed and I hurt it,â he explained.
âIt doesnât look good. It should be disinfected,â you pointed out.
âI donât want to be a bother. I will sleep here⌠if you let me⌠and I will leave in the morning. I donât want to be a problem for you and your family,â he promised.
You remained silent. You felt bad for that man. He shouldnât be travelling in his state and he was an easy target for the Germans in his uniform, especially being slowed down by his injury.
âI have to go before my dad checks on me,â you told him and he nodded.
You closed the barn and went back home with a heart feeling heavy in your chest. You had to tell your father about it and if heâd want to call the Gestapo, youâd just beg him not to.
âPapa, there is something I have to tell you,â you started as he was sitting on the sofa and reading a book. He raised his eyes to look at you and so did your mother, crocheting on the rocking chair.
âWhat is it, love?â
âThereâs an American in our barn,â you announced and your parents looked at each other, terrified. Your father closed the book loudly and put it away. âI gave him some food. He is hurt.â
âYou talked to him?â Your father stood up and you took a step back, scared. You were afraid he would get angry at you.
âIâm sorry, he is hurt⌠And he was thirsty and hungryâŚâ
âYou gave him our food? We barely have any!â Your mother was not pleased.
âJust a bottle of milk, an old bun and some cheese!â You tried to explain yourself. âI can skip breakfast tomorrow morning for that,â you offered.
âEnough. No oneâs skipping breakfast,â your father furrowed his brow as a deep wrinkle appeared on his forehead. âLet me speak to him.â
âBe careful!â Your mother stood up and followed you both to the front door as she watched you walk towards the barn. Your father was carrying a candle with him.
âI will go first and tell him about you,â you whispered. âHe might get scared seeing you and I saw he had a gun.â
Your father nodded and you pushed the door leading to the barn carefully.
âHello, itâs me again,â you started. âPlease, donât get angry.â
âI am not angry,â you heard a voice from the darkness.
âI brought my dad with me. I had to tell him, Iâm sorry⌠But he wonât hurt you,â you promised. The man did not answer. âCan I bring him inside?â
âItâs his barn. You donât have to ask me,â he told you and you waved at your dad to come inside.
The candle in his hands made the whole room a little brighter and now you both could see the American sitting by the wall better.Â
âWho are you?â Your father approached him as he asked.
âMajor Gale Cleven, sir. I was shot down earlier that day,â he explained. âPlease, let me stay here for the night and I will leave tomorrow morning. I donât want to be a problem.â
âYou already are, son,â your father pointed out.
âPapaâŚ!â You extended your hand towards him but he shushed you.
âIf they find you in this barn, they will immediately know who you are. Come inside,â your father said and you widened your eyes. So did the American Major.
âA-are you sure, sir?â
âYes, come,â your father handed you the candle and he helped Major Cleven to stand up and they slowly began walking towards the house. You closed the barn and followed them.
When they were inside, your mother was clearly unhappy but she didnât say anything.
âBring him some of my clothes. We have to get rid of this uniform and you have to take a look at his arm,â your father told her. âAnd you,â he pointed at you, ârun him a bath.â
âI really donât want to be a bother,â Major Cleven protested.
âThatâs the least we can do to help any man fighting those monsters,â your father said and you sighed out of relief. For a moment you feared that he had lured the American inside only to tell you to call the Gestapo a few moments later.
You were proud to be his daughter.
You all went to sleep very late because of the hassle with Major Cleven. He was sleeping on a sofa, his arm was bandaged, he was washed and he had some of your fatherâs clothes on him. You woke up first and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone but from the corner of your eye you watched the American asleep on the sofa in the living room which was connected to your small kitchen.
He was a handsome man and it was bringing heat to your cheeks. You had never expected to meet a real American pilot. Not here, not in this European village in the middle of nowhere. You thought of all the American things that you had known of â beautiful Hollywood actresses, pin up girls, Coca Cola, New York buildings⌠It all seemed more like a dream than a real place and this man sleeping on your couch was coming from it. It felt surreal.
You turned around to focus on preparing coffee and sandwiches with anything you could find in the fridge. You were so deep in your American daydream that you didnât hear him waking up and walking inside the kitchen.
âHello,â he greeted you and you jumped a little before turning your head around. âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â he smiled softly.
God, he was gorgeous. Like from a movie.
âIt is fine. I am⌠How do you say it⌠tamid?â You stuttered out. You felt awkward not knowing how to say it.
âTimid,â he chuckled.Â
âTimid, yes. Iâm sorry,â you looked down.
âYou donât have to apologise to me. Your English is very good,â he assured you and your face lightened up at that compliment.
âHow do you like your coffee, Major?â You asked.
âCall me Buck, please. Thatâs how friends call me,â he extended his hand.
âBuck? What does it mean?â You shook it.
âItâs just a nickname,â he explained. âAnd whatâs your name, miss?â
âOh, yeah, my nameâs (Y/N). So, how do you take your coffee, Major?â You introduced yourself and quickly changed the subject.
âBlack â no milk, no sugar,â he answered.
âWell, Iâm glad because we donât have sugar,â you chuckled softly. âWe havenât had it in a long while now,â you explained.
âYour family is very generous,â Buck took a cup of coffee from you and your fingers brushed for a brief moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
âMy father is against the Nazis,â you told him. âHe has friends in the local resistance, he will introduce you to them. But we have to wait for your arm to get better first.â
âThankfully it looked worse than it truly was. Your mother is skilled with these things,â he gave you yet another dashing smile.
Was it an American thing to do to smile so muchâŚ? Either way, you didnât mind.
âShe is a nurse,â you told him.
âAnd you?â He raised his eyebrows and you looked down again.
What were you supposed to tell an American pilot? It felt embarrassing.
âI want to be a teacher like my father⌠But now I canât study much, I have to help around the farm. We have our cow, some chickens and a small garden. We used to have a boy coming here to help us but heâs⌠Well, heâs been killed. Itâs difficult,â you explained.
âIâm sorry to hear that⌠But hey, being a teacher sounds great,â Buck patted your shoulder and you looked up at him in disbelief. He still had that charming smile on his face as he sipped on his coffee. âItâs so good, thanks,â he winked at you, trying to cheer you up a little.
âY-youâre welcome,â you felt your cheeks heating up and then you heard footsteps on the staircase so you went back to preparing sandwiches since your parents had already been awake.
Buck stayed at your place for a week to let his arm heal. In the meantime he had written a letter addressed to his British base that your father had handed to his friends from the resistance. Buck wanted his friends to know that he was alive and safe.
He was helping around the house and since both of your parents had their regular jobs in the town nearby, you would spend most of your days with him. He was helping you around the garden and with your cow and chickens. He was a funny and charming man and you couldnât help yourself but to fall in love with him.
You were a shy girl from a small village, you were nothing like those stunning American girls you had seen in the magazines. Your English was not perfect and your stories were not even half as exciting as his. You knew very well that there was no chance that a man like Buck would ever even see you as a woman in a romantic sense. He was a gentleman and he always treated you with respect but nothing more than that.
One time when you were in the garden with him, you spotted a familiar German soldier approaching you and you panicked inside.
âDonât talk to him,â you told Buck as you faked a smile at the soldier. âHello, sir!â You greeted him.
âHello, hello, Iâve been around, decided to check on you. I saw your parents in town and thought to myself you must be all alone here,â he leaned on the fence and squinted his eyes at Buck. âWhoâs that?â He asked.
âMy cousin,â you explained as your heart was pounding in your chest. You clasped your hands behind your back to hide your nervousness.
âCousin, huh? Hey, cousin!â He called for Buck and he looked up but he didnât say anything as you had told him. He couldnât understand your conversation anyway. âWhat is he? Mute?â
âActually, yes, heâsâŚâ you lowered your voice, â...you know, not quite right. In the head, I mean. They sent him here to help around the house because his family is sick of him. His sister got married and she doesnât want him around at that time, you get meâŚâ
You felt awfully bad for this lie but it was the only way to explain why Buck wouldnât speak a word. If he tried to speak your language, he would be immediately exposed as an American. Heâd be taken to some captive camp and your family would be killed. Or heâd get killed, too. It depended on the German, really. And this one was known for being quite nasty.
The soldier looked you up and down and then he chuckled to himself.
âSure, sweetheart. Well, have fun with your cousin then. See you around.â
âSee you around, sir,â you waved at him nervously and you watched him walk away.
âWhat happened?â Buck asked quietly.
âNothing. He wanted to know who you are,â you explained with a soft smile. âI told him we are cousins and that you canât speak because youâre, well, slow,â you admitted with a shy giggle, afraid of his reaction.
Buck found it funny, though. He laughed and shook his head.
âAnd you came up with that lie on a spot?â He asked.
âWell, what else was I supposed to do? By the way, this German keeps coming around all the time and talking to me. Iâm glad youâre here because every time he comes by when Iâm alone, I get scared,â you admitted. âHeâs like that with lots of girls âround here. He only talks but itâs still scary,â you gasped and Buck furrowed his brow. âI think he likes it when weâre scared of him. He asks questions and all that. Heâs known for being a brute when things get serious.â
âYeah, I donât like it that youâre stayinâ here all alone,â he admitted with a nod and your cheeks heated up in an instant.
You were waiting for your father and Gale while sitting on the fence with your ankles wiggling in the air. You were worried about them because every time your father would visit his resistance friends, it could end badly. Especially now, when he was walking with an American by his side.
And as much as you wanted Buck to go back to his friends, you were also sad that it was time for you to say goodbye to him. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped he would stay for a longer time.
You saw them at the horizon and you sighed out of relief. You jumped back on the ground and ran up to them.
âAnd? And?â You asked, excitedly.
âWeâll talk inside,â your father gave you a scolding look. Buck smiled at you and you smiled at him.
In complete silence you walked back home and sat by the dining table together.
âMajor Cleven leaves tomorrow morning,â your father told you and you faked a huge smile, although your heart broke. You really hoped you would get a few more days with him.
âIâm so happy for you, Buck,â you told him. âI wish you all the luck on the way.â
âThank you,â he nodded.
â(Y/N),â your mother looked down at you while squinting her eyes. You had a feeling she had known about your crush on Major Cleven. âItâs time for you to check on the cow and lock the barn.â
âYes, mama,â you sighed and left the table to go outside and straight to the barn.
After a while, Buck joined you.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked him with a sad smile, trying to hide that you had been crying silently.
âWell, it might be my last evening but Iâm still here and I want to help,â he told you.
âI can handle that,â you shrugged your arms. âI can handle everything on my own. I had used to before you showed up,â you added.
Buck didnât say anything to that. He looked down and blushed a little. You looked away and focused on caressing the cow to calm yourself down.
âI feel bad for leaving you here,â he admitted.
âBut what does it change?â You asked and he looked up, furrowing his brows. âI mean, really. What does it matter at all? Youâre from a completely different world and Iâm⌠well, me,â you swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes and ignoring your throat squeezing tightly. âI am just a village girl in the middle of nowhere, from some place you cannot even pronounce properly. I have never tasted Coca-Cola, never seen a Hollywood movie, only seen pictures in the magazines. Iâve never had lipstick or rollers in my hair. Iâm less than ordinary. But itâs fine. Itâs how it is here. And youâŚâ you hesitated for a while before taking a deep breath in. âYouâre from a different world. Youâre so confident and so charismatic and so brave and so⌠American,â you chuckled through the tears. âSo what does it matter that you feel bad about it? You have to leave. This is not your world. You would leave sooner or later.â
You tried not to look at him but his silence forced you to lay your eyes on him. He looked like a beaten dog and it made you feel bad.
âIâm sorry,â you apologised but he approached you and held your shaking hand in his. You looked up and he leaned in closer to your face but he visibly hesitated as if he had no idea if he could do what he wanted to do. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldnât believe that it was happening.
You werenât confident enough to give him a proper kiss. You only pecked his cheek delicately and he smiled gently at you.
âYouâre such a sweet girl,â he raised his free hand to caress your cheek, âand none of the things you said were true. Youâre not less than ordinary. Youâre very special but you donât even know that.â
âMe? Special?â You sniffed your tears back as you shook your head in disbelief.
âYouâre a girl one in a million, I mean it,â he brushed your chin with his fingers. âI will never forget you.â
âI will never forget you,â you told him sadly, knowing perfectly well that it would be you who would truly mean your words for the rest of your life.
A man like Major Cleven would move on easily. But you couldnât blame him for that.
It was the autumn of 1945 and you landed your first job in the local school. Since you werenât qualified to teach regularly yet, you were supposed to look after the younger children. Either way, you were glad for this job opportunity which would bring your family extra money and some job experience for you.
You often wondered what Buck was doing. Had he come back home? Had he been caught? Killed? You didnât want to think of that possibility. Had he met someoneâŚ?
You didnât have his picture; you hated how you almost forgot some details of his face already or the exact sound of his voice. You promised to never forget him and you were sure you wouldnât ever forget a man named Buck. But you couldnât help forgetting all those little things that were making a real person and not a vague concept of an American you had known a long time ago and loved⌠Like you were an old woman telling stories to her grandchildren.
The bell rang and all the kids packed their bags before running outside. You were slower with your things as you had no things to be in the hurry for. You walked outside and took a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh, crispy air and the cool breeze on your face.
âMiss (Y/L/N)! Whoâs that man?â One of the boys tugged on your cardigan and you looked down at him.
âHm? What man?â You asked.
âThat man over there! He looks like those American pilots Iâve seen in the newspaper!â The boy widened his eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you looked in the direction he was showing.
It couldnât be him, could it?
You spotted a man leaning on the schoolâs fence. His golden hair was slightly ruffled by the wind, he was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum nonchalantly. What made him look like an American pilot the most was his leather military jacket, though.
âB-BuckâŚ?â You whispered to yourself as you ran up to the man.
âNeed a ride home, doll?â He greeted you with a smile as he pointed at the car behind him with his thumb.
âBuckâŚ!â You screamed as you opened your arms and hugged him tight. He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled. âWhat are you doing here?!â You asked when he finally put you back down.
âYou thought youâd get rid of me so easily?â He teased and you burst out in happy tears. âShh,â he cupped your face and lifted it gently to make you look at him. âHey, hey,â he took his sunglasses off and looked deeply into your eyes, âhey, Iâm back. Iâm fine. Are you fine?â He asked, worryingly.
âY-yes,â you nodded through the tears. âIâm just⌠Iâm just happy,â you confessed. âThere was not a day I did not think of youâŚâ
Buck smiled at that and brought you closer to his chest. You breathed in his scent and sighed.
âPlease, tell me itâs not a dream,â you sobbed again. âBecause Iâve dreamt it a million times before already.â
âItâs not a dream, my sweet girl. I promised I wouldnât forget about you.â
âBut you didnât promise to come back,â you pointed out.
âI didnât want to make promises I was not sure if I am able to keep. I didnât know if Iâd get out of this whole mess alive,â he rubbed your back and moved away slightly to look down at your face again. âHope you havenât married anyone in the meantime?â
âAre you crazy?â You laughed at him through the tears.
âI mean it, doll, have you met someone?â He asked and you shook your head. âGood. Because I really, really, really, would like to take you out on a date,â he told you and you felt butterflies all over your body.
But⌠It might have not been a dream. Yet it still felt too good to be true.
âWhy me?â You asked with a more serious expression on your face and he furrowed his brows. âI mean, why? Why did you come back for me? Iâm sure there are dozens of beautiful and kind women that would love to go out on a date with you. And you didnât have to cross an Ocean for them.â
âWhy you?â He asked as if he couldnât believe the question because the answer was obvious. It wasnât obvious for you, though. âYou saved me. Your kindness, your generosity, your big heart â they saved me on that night. You could have left me there in the barn or call the Gestapo on me. You were terrified of me, I could see that. But you were too good to let me die, you were so brave. You saved me. And Iâve never met a girl as sweet and kind and beautiful as you,â he caressed your cheek with his thumb to wipe some tears away. âAnd I know you donât feel this way about yourself, doll. But Iâm gonna change that. Iâm gonna tell you this every day until you believe me.â
âThis is all very sweet, Buck, but⌠What I said back then, itâs still true. We are from two different worlds. The war might be over now but it doesnât change the fact Iâm just some village girl from Europe and youâre an American hero,â you shook your head.
âIâm not a hero,â he laughed softly. âAnd America is not that different, my sweet one. Itâs not like in the magazines youâre reading. Anyway, I could stay here, too.â
âYou donât even speak the language,â you laughed.
âIâm a quick learner,â he shrugged his arms. âAnd I wouldnât mind working at the farm while you teach. I just want to be with you,â he admitted casually as if he hadnât just devoted his whole life to you and you only.
Your eyes widened at him. He really did mean that.
You threw your arms around him and let him spin you around once again as you giggled.
âMiss!â A whiny voice made you both turn around and look at the annoyed little boy. âSo is he an American pilot or not? How long do I have to wait?!â
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
MASTERLIST.
As filming started again, I saw him way less than before and that only put a strain in our relationship. Everyday I dreaded the fact that I wasnât filming anything right now, I wanted to act, I wanted to be able to work on my craft, but I just couldnât. I had only myself to blame, I was the one who decided to come to Australia with him, to put my career at hold.
I stayed back at home, taking care of Lori and trying to be the best mother at least, Iâd call my agent whenever I could, trying to see if he could get me something to act in, even if it was just a minor role, anything.
I started to notice Austin being a bit more distracted, he was coming home late after filming, but not the normal kind of late. Tom Hanks lived a floor above us and he came at a certain hour and Austin came back usually almost three hours later.
I finally found something, some love notes. I was snooping through his jackets and pockets because it was laundry day, and I found it. I didnât want to be nosy but I ended up being, and I regret it.
âI canât wait to see you again, I miss you already, baby. XOXO, Liviaâ
I wanted to die, I didnât even understand half of the emotions I was feeling. I felt mad, sad, confused, irritated, jealous. Why? Why did he so thisâ Livia. Olivia Dejonge, his co-star, the girl playing Priscilla. I had a small battle with myself, should I confront him or should I not?
I slowly walked towards his office where he was just chilling out, drawing on a notebook while he was on a phone call with his agent.
âI donât even want to go straight to another project in the first placeâŚâ As he saw me enter the office he ended the call, a sigh of annoyance escaped his lips. âNow donât go on imagining things.â
âLike Olivia?â I asked, he was almost cynical as he stayed silent and got up from his desk. âLivia? Baby?â I said, the thought of him calling her baby and then calling me baby made me feel disgusted.
âI said it, woman. I donât want to hear no more.â He walked past me but I wasnât going to let him get away with this. I started following him towards the bedroom.
âWell tell me now, is there something youâre hiding from me? That you donât want me to know?â I followed him, as he walked he turned to look at me and raised his voice.
âI have nothing to hide from you, youâre just being to aggressive and demanding. Like a jealous psychopath!â He yelled at me, completely making me feel as if I was overreacting.
âIâm not a psychopath!â I tried to defend myself, little did I know that Austin was actually great at gaslighting.
âYou know? I think you should get a little time off and stay at another place.â He said as he went on a full temper tantrum and tossed one of my suitcases on the floor, throwing anything that I owned inside of it. He felt guilty or I made him feel guilty enough for him to start acting this way, he couldâve apologized like a normal human being would but no, he decided to start acting like a man-child. Look, I know I wasnât the perfect woman but my goodness, it was in me to help him and to just be repaid with this? There a fucking pandemic going in the world and he was threatening me, his wife, his rock, the mother of his daughter, to basically fuck off on my own?
I got down on my knees and started placing everything in the suitcase, sobbing and flinching whenever he threw my clothes directly at me or at the suitcase. He stopped yelling and I could only hear my sobs and his heavy breathing as he iced around, apparently he calmed down, he kneeled by my side and grabbed my arms softly.
âYou understand?â I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears. âCalm down baby, come on, come on.â He helped me get up and sat be on the edge of the bed with him, his arm around my shoulders and his other hand caressing my chin. âYou see, baby? You need someone to keep you on check and put you in your place.â He whispered and I hugged him tightly, I knew I was stupid but I knew he was also stressed so I tried to justify it, a whole damn much. Feeling humiliated I could only sob on his shoulder, I was relieved to be back in his arms but all of this had to happen for him to finally hold me and kiss me again?
He seriously couldâve told me that the moon was made of cheese and I would have believed him in that very moment. He could break me, step or spit on me and I would have still come back to him when I was finally fine.
That same night I stayed up all night, looking at the beach from the balcony, I felt soâ lonely. Truly, he was here but at the same time he wasnât, so close yet so far away. The incident was never mentioned again, but he made sure of making me feel guilty every now and then. Like whenever he was talking with his best-friend, Ashley and I walked past him heâd say.
âNo, Iâm telling ya. Iâm feeling depressed.â And when he noticed me walking past him, holding Lori and smiling at him, heâd give me a side-eye and tell her. âNo, I feel like nobody understands me.â And he made sure I heard him.
And it really hurt me because I tried to help him but heâd shut himself out, not letting me in to help him, comfort him, talk to him and then heâd go around telling his friends and agents how depressed he felt and how nobody around him tried to help him.
I just wished heâd trust me more, I wished he went back to who he was. But little did I know that this was just a small taste of what our marriage would become.
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
Warning: mentions of COVID-19
MASTERLIST
COVID-19 took the world by storm and what was meant to just be some months in Australia became almost a year. Austin took this to his advantage to get more into the Elvis role, I supported him with any research he needed and with his weight gain, his accent. At first it was really enjoyable, I mean, dancing and singing to Elvisâ songs in the middle of the night, watching his movies and performances, watching Austin trying to recreate them. But then it started to get more serious, he started to go method.
I wasnât a fan of method acting, Iâve never tried it before but I did have some co-stars that did it and it was like hell on earth, Iâd like to think that he was going for a Marlon Brando route but it was starting to feel like Jared Leto when he played the Joker.
âSit still!â I laughed as he didnât stop moving around while I placed the hair dye on his brownish hair, he wasnât a natural dark-haired man, as a boy his hair was this beautiful blonde.
âIt smells disgusting, God, how I miss your hairdresser.â He said with a chuckle, his voice was a little thicker, a bit of a southern drawl to it.
âSee? and you called me ridiculous whenever I went with her. I donât know what she uses but it smells delicious.â I had my hairdresser back in California, she did my more trickier hairstyles, like the beehive ponytail and she did dye Austinâs hair black a couple of times before.
âOr maybe we were just high from all the chemicals, who knows?â He laughed again, yeah, maybe we did not ventilate well enough right now, I moved towards the window and opened it, not remembering that my gloves were pretty much still with hair dye, I stained that whole window up. To this day I still remember how much the landlord charged us for that one. After 30 minutes, we both kneeled beside the bathtub, I started rinsing his hair.
âBaby, you gonna drown me or something!â He said to me, if the water wasnât too cold then it was too hot, or I was too aggressive with the rinsing.
âThen so be it!â I said to him, shampooing his hair.
Afterwards I even dried it and styled it, he saw himself in the mirror again, he finally had jet black hair again after months of just having this weird combination between black and blondish hair.
âI donât knowâ I feel a little silly. Like an impersonator.â He had a grimace as he moved his hair side to side.
âYou look really good. I promise.â I smiled at him and then kissed his cheek. âYou can do this. Now letâs watch Viva Las Vegas for the fifth time, Iâm finally getting the Ann-Margret dance.â
We did our research and everything, we knew little facts about Elvis, he liked knowing about Priscilla, I loved Priscilla. Austin found out this really interesting fact about Elvis and Priscillaâs bedroom time. As we were in bed, trying to spice things up.
âWait, baby. We oughta try something new.â He said as he pulled away and got up from bed, he rummaged through a box of cameras we had, disposable ones, vintage ones, instants. He bought out an instax camera, with its film. âSoâ I read that Elvis and Priscilla did this and I wanted to try it out.â
âIâm up for it.â I smiled as I took off my nightgown coverup.
We started taking Polaroids, he made me pose, I was his model for the night. He grabbed my chin tenderly and moved it to the right direction, he got on top of me taking picture after picture. We even tried dress up, him as a policeman and doctor, I was a secretary, a maid, a teacher, we tried everything in the book.
Heâd get in between my legs, kissing me all over, taking Polaroids while he was at it, taking Polaroids while I was at it, going down on him.
It was magical but it did make me feel ashamed whenever I looked at my purchase history and saw all the Polaroid films I bought during this time. We spent hundred of dollars in just the films for the instax.
I had a really good time with Austin but it didnât really last long, until he submerged himself totally on Elvis. At first it was the voice and then it was the food, then it was his behavior. I couldnât even remember the last time he slept with me. All I heard was Elvis, Elvis, Elvisâ and not in the good way. Look, I understood him and everything but it was making me go nuts, Iâm a big Elvis fan but he was just going bonkers. I lost count on how many books he read or how many hour he spent looking at Elvis stuff, he barely even spent time with Lori. I wanted to die whenever he called me âwomanâ or âsatninâ.
There were many times when he basically shut himself out, in the bedroom or the beach, it was like he was trying to torture me nonstop. I felt so useless because I wasnât able to help him either. Whenever I did try to help him, heâd yell at me.
âBaby, pleaseâ you need to sleep.â I knocked on the office door, he had been there all day.
âDonât bother me, woman.â He said sternly, I, being the stubborn I was, tried to get him out of there.
âBabyâ you donât need to indulge so much in Elvis. You should really come to sleep.â I knocked on the door once again, all I heard was silence afterwards but then the door opened aggressively.
âAre ya deaf or something?! Woman, I donât want to hear another mouth cominâ out of your damn mouth. Ya hear me?â He said very aggressively, even he was taken aback. âBaby, you gotta let me do my damn job, so go to sleep, Iâll catch up to you later.â He dismissed me with his hand.
The king sized bed felt really empty without him there, cuddling me, kissing my head or forehead, we barely even slept on the same bed so in those cases, Iâd bring Lori with me and hug her all night. I woke up to every sudden movement, thinking it was Austin but it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks on me. And whenever we did have alone time in bed, I tried wearing my cutest nightgowns, I even wore perfume to bed, Miss Dior, I adored that scent and so did Austin. God, I even wore my makeup to bed!
âHey.â I whispered while I got in bed besides him, his back leaning against the headboard as he read Train to Memphis, I started kissing his neck softly, rubbing his bicep.
âCalm down, satnin.â He said, not taking his eyes off the book. âYa know Iâm trying to pay attention to this.â He kept on reading and reading in silence until he finally spoke up. âThere a thousand women who would actually care to help and listen to me while I do my damn job. You gonna sit and listen or not?â
I stopped, I laid back and stared at him, storms in my eyes. I was trying everything to keep him looking at me yet nothing worked.
âBut-â
âBut nothing, woman.â He said, there was silence again, he kept on reading and mumbling the words. I sat up on the bed, hugging my knees very subtly.
âI canât stand it! Itâs driving me crazy! I donât want to hear you anymore!â I yelled out in frustration, I even closed my eyes.
âI see a mad woman.â He said on that pretentious mumble.
âNo. A woman with needs that needs to be desired. You can have your Elvis books and me too.â
He looked at me and without even saying anything, she went back to reading his book, leaving me feeling humiliated.
Iâve been dying to write this partâ be prepared to see our Cynthia suffer.
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world. Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
MASTERLIST.
We were happy, I loved California, the sun and the movie stars, plus our home made everything seem perfect even though it always wasnât. Our âlandâ was called: âStrawberry Fieldsâ, Austin was a huge Beatles fan, hence the name. We made so many good memories there.
I was getting a bit more attached to our baby, I loved Lori, she was beautiful but I did wish that she looked more like me, sometimes she just looked so much like Austin that I felt as if I hadnât taken part in her making. I lost the baby weight rather quickly, and the roles started to appear, I was casted on two of Ari Asterâs upcoming horror movies.
I could see that Austin didnât like me still being an actress, after his breakup with Vanessa it seemed like he didnât want a girlfriend that was that relevant on the Hollywood acting scene but I wasnât about to give up what I worked so hard for. The filming of that movie did take a toll on me so I took a break, I was all over the place but Austin kept me together.
We were having his father and sister over for a pool party, it should be fun, right? I did my makeup and my hair was still teased so I just opted for a headband that complimented my pool outfit.
His father was dating this girl that had kids so they were running all over the place and playing on the pool while us the adults talked and laughed. I know his father or sister didnât like me as I said before, and I donât know why they donât like me, Iâve been nothing but kind to them since I first met them. Some dirty looks were thrown at me from time to time, it made me sad though.
âHave you already learned to speak proper English, Cynthia?â His father asked, it was a joke but it frowned a little.
I was used to frown since I was little girl and I did it all the time until I suddenly felt a tap on my forehead.
âStop frowning, youâll end up wrinkling.â He said, he said it with his usual voice tone but it was more like a command.
âI forgot. Right.â I nodded and smiled at him.
His insecurities became my insecurities as time went on, he wanted to be seen as a good man, as an exemplary man, as the perfect civilian so for that he must have a perfect wife, didnât he?
I really tried to be te perfect wife, truly. But I was adamant on not changing how I look, why should I? Unless something were to happen, I would change it but this was my image, everyone knew me like the âbeehive girlâ or that crap. But I did try to support him a lot, to me thatâs how a perfect wife was, someone who supported you no matter what.
I had heard about this new movie Baz Luhrman was doing, he was basically the man I had always wanted to work with. My agent told me he was doing some movie about Elvis, I had told Austin a thousand that he could play Elvis, it was mostly because of how huge of an Elvis fan I was but also because I always thought he could do something bigger than just cheesy and crappy movies. That same night while I was in bed unable to sleep I head him toss and turn, weeping a little bit.
âHey, hey⌠is everything alright?â I asked softly, rubbing his arm. He slowly woke up, teary-eyed.
âI justâ I had a dream about my mom. I wanted to hug her but I couldnâtâŚâ
I hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head, he couldnât sleep.
âWhy donât I make you some tea? We chill out in the piano?â
And so we did, I made him some tea and handed it to him while he just played some notes on the piano.
âBaby, Iâve been thinkinâ. Maybe I should listen to you, audition for the movie, my mom would have wanted to me to do so. Butâ I donât think I can fill those shoes, I mean Elvis Presley?â
I smiled at him, I knew he could do it, I believed in him.
âI think that if you dream it then youâll do it.â I said with a comforting smile. He smiled back at me.
It was the first time I heard him sing for real, I saw him record himself singing âUnchained Melodyâ, it was very magical and I hugged him afterwards, I knew he was very emotional.
Fortunately he got casted as Elvis, it was going to be a life-changing experience. Yeah, maybe I wasnât what Baz was looking for right now but at least the man I loved was going to be able to have a better career now. Thatâs why I put my career on holdâ again, I needed to be there for him while we were in Australia.
âThis will be worth it, I promise.â Austin told me as we arrived at the new apartment in Australia.
âI know it will be.â I never knew how false that statement would be, I shouldnât have even thought about it. I was being foolish and believed that my marriage was in fact a fairy tale.
Iâve never hated a weather so much, Australiaâs weather was very different from California, it was humid and mega hot, hotter than California, filled with insects all over the place. I swear to God Iâve killed my more insects in just one night in Australia than in all my life. But you know, I hd to get used to it plus my mind was all over the place with Lori and Austin, the only time I had for myself was at night, all I did was just practice with some old and scrapped scripts, watch some true crime documentaries and just lay in bed, it wasnât the best of time specially when it all got shut down by COVID-19, thatâs when the ugliness started.
Sorry I havenât posted, Iâve been so busy lately, schoolwork has me stressed fr!
âWife to the âkingâ. Icon to the world, Destined for more.â
Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthiaâs life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what couldâve beenâ the perfect marriage.
Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.
I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, itâs just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.
English isnât my first language so Iâm trying my best!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Our daughter, Lori, was born at 1:30 that afternoon. I couldnât believe she was mine, that I had birthed this child. She was so tiny, so beautiful. Austin came into the room and kissed me, thrilled that we had a healthy baby. He was already in life with her. He watched her in awe, her hair color, blonde as his, her blue eyes like ours. He watched us both with a twinkle in his eyes.
âWe have a little girl.â He whispered to me.
âWe sure do.â I whispered back with a slight chuckle.
I asked him if he wanted to hold her. He looked at me petrified, but then he started to touch her. He played with her small hands, her small feet. He was in complete awe.
âI canât believe I made part of this beautiful child.â Austin always knew he wanted the baby to have light hair. âEven her hair color is right!â
We stayed close to each other for a while, caressing our infant and each other, we were just a young couple happy for the birth of their baby and the pleasures of parenthood.
Two days later, I got discharged from the hospital. I tried looking my best, I had teased my hair to make it even bigger, I did my ever-so-black eye makeup, I got dressed with the help of the nurses. It was a pink shift dress, I had some Pearl-colored heels. Austin wearing blue outfit, I could see the disapproval on his eyes. I had noticed quite lately that he was not on-board with my whole aesthetic.
âIs there something wrong?â I asked as I placed a golden cross necklace around my neck.
âIsnât it too much?â He said as he fixed his blue turtleneck. âI mean the hair and makeup.â
âIâve always looked like this.â I said, not understanding his rejection now.
âYeah butâ to get out of the hospital? Your hair is too big. You might as well put a whole bird nest on it.â
He didnât understand how much his mocking affected me, so I just chuckled awkwardly and he didnât even notice!
âI like it.â I said confidently, but he was making me feel self conscious.
His sister, Ashley, was there and she was taking pictures of us as we held our baby girl. I was a bit down alreadyâ he made me feel insecure. I smiled as the picture was taken, I then looked at him dearly. He sometimes did all these weird comments and then act as if nothing happened.
When we were back home, he had already gotten a cook, a maid and a nanny, which I accepted in our house dearly. But stillâ postpartum depression got me and no one really ever told me how bad it got. But I was still trying to keep myself together.
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Maybe it was the stress or just the peer pressure of being a new father but he was up and down lately, heâd ignore me all the time or be very loving. Sometimes I just didnât recognize him, and it hurt.
âCyn!â
He called me into his office, he did his research for characters there. I was getting dressed, fixing my gold bracelet. I picked up the small Lori in my arms, I walked to his office âYes?â
âCyn, Iâve been thinking. I-I have to have time toâ think. Things arenât just going good between us. Itâll be okay if you and I took a little time off, like a trial separation. Be apart from one another for a little while.â
I wanted to kill myself, my eye twitched a little bit, I had literally our week-old baby in my arms right now. This was not the man I knew,
âWhat? What did I do?â I asked, it had to be a joke.
âNothing, you did nothing wrong, baby. Itâs not you. Itâs just that Iâm going through some things. I think itâd be better if we took a little break.â
A break? I had just given birth to our baby, a break would make me sink in more into my melancholia. But it he didnât want me now, then heâd get so. I nodded, finding a bit of strength on being the actual mother of his child.
âYouâve got it. You just tell me when to leave.â I said as I walked out of his office. Instinctively, Austin shot up from his office chair, he knew he had fucked up big time.
âCyn! I didnât mean so!â He shouted from his office. I just didnât understand him, did he want me or did he want me not? He confused me a lot and during that postpartum time, it really hurt me. He made me cry a lot.
I ignored him calling my name and went upstairs to our room. I donât think he ever intended to leave me. It wasnât his style. Two days had passed. The idea of a trial separation was never mentioned again. We both acted as if nothing had been said, it was during times like this when I wished both Austin and I could actually have good communication, that weâd confront our insecurities, fears and frustrations instead of pretending they werenât there.
I could not escape the impact his words had on me, leaving me with a sense of doubt.
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I often cooed Lori, she was so small, Iâd talk to her softly. It was like she had sunlight in her hair, stars upon her eyes, she was perfect. On the locket Austin gave me on out first Valentineâs Day together, I placed a small picture of Lori too, so I had her and Austin near my heart.
While I was getting ready for bed, Austin cleared his throat from the doorframe.
âCan we talk, baby?â He said softly. I simply nodded as I finished combing my hair. âIâm so damn sorry bout what I said a few days ago. That wasnât meâ my thoughts and frustrations got be best of me.â
I looked at him, why was he making me so emotional? Maybe it were the hormones? I couldnât guess but I couldnât stay mad at those beautiful blue eyes. Especially when he unintentionally made pouty lips.
âItâs okayâ Iâm also very down lately. Iâve been holding myself back from snapping at anyone close to me.â I chuckled, I shouldnât be so forgiving because that would come back to bite me.
We fell asleep together, our baby in between us, Iâve never felt this sort of loving before but thatâs what happens to me. When Iâm happy, I think itâll last forever.