Austin Butler & Elvis Presley one shots

Groped (sexually harassed) - Austin Butler

The scorching desert sun beat down upon the cast of Dune 2 as they gathered for yet another grueling day of filming. Zendaya, Florence, Timothée, and Austin stood together, exchanging weary smiles and banter as they prepared to face the relentless demands of their roles.

But beneath Austin's facade of composure lurked a dark secret—one that threatened to unravel the fragile harmony of their tight-knit group.

It began innocently enough, during an interview for a promotional segment. As the questions flowed and the cameras rolled, Austin felt a lingering touch, too intimate to be accidental. A shiver of discomfort rippled through him, but he dismissed it, chalking it up to nerves.

Days turned into weeks, and the incident faded from memory, buried beneath the weight of their hectic schedules. But then, like a specter rising from the shadows, the perpetrator reappeared, this time as a member of their own crew.

His name was Ryan, a nondescript figure blending seamlessly into the background of the bustling set. But behind his facade of normalcy lurked a sinister agenda—one fueled by obsession and entitlement.

Austin's paranoia grew with each passing day, his senses heightened to the slightest hint of danger. He found himself darting furtive glances over his shoulder, his heart racing at the sight of Ryan's looming presence.

Then, one fateful day, as the cast dispersed for a brief respite between takes, Ryan seized his opportunity. Cornering Austin in a secluded corridor, he unleashed his pent-up desires with a fervor bordering on madness.

Austin's protests fell on deaf ears as Ryan's advances grew increasingly aggressive, his hands roaming where they had no right to be. Fear gripped Austin in its icy embrace, paralyzing him as he struggled against the overpowering force of his assailant.

Just as the darkness threatened to consume him, salvation appeared in the form of Timothée, his voice echoing like a beacon of hope in the desolate hallway.

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3rd person Timothée:

As Timothée turned the corner, his footsteps echoing against the cool, stone walls of the corridor, he sensed something amiss. The air hung heavy with tension, a palpable undercurrent of unease that set his nerves on edge.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he caught sight of Austin, huddled against the wall with a look of sheer terror etched across his features. But it was the figure looming over him, a dark silhouette framed against the dim light, that sent a chill racing down Timothée's spine.

"Hey, Austin, you alright?" Timothée's voice wavered with concern as he closed the distance between them, his gaze flickering between Austin and the shadowy figure before him.

But before Austin could respond, Ryan's menacing form materialized from the darkness, his eyes alight with a twisted hunger that sent a shiver down Timothée's spine.

"What the hell is going on here?" Timothée's voice rang out, laced with a mixture of confusion and growing alarm as he stepped forward, instinctively positioning himself between Austin and the looming threat.

Ryan's lip curled into a predatory sneer as he took a menacing step forward, his gaze fixated on Austin with an intensity that made Timothée's blood run cold.

"Just a little chat between friends, Timothée," Ryan's voice dripped with malice, sending a shudder down Timothée's spine. "Nothing for you to worry about."

But Timothée wasn't fooled by the veneer of civility. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, and he knew instinctively that something was terribly wrong.

"Like hell it is," Timothée's voice was steely with determination as he squared his shoulders, his eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "Back off, Ryan, before things get ugly."

But Ryan only laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent a chill racing down Timothée's spine. "You think you can stop me, Timmy boy?" Ryan's voice was laced with arrogance as he took another menacing step forward, his gaze never leaving Austin's trembling form.

Timothée's heart pounded in his chest as he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, his fists clenched at his sides in a silent declaration of defiance.

But just as Ryan's outstretched hand closed in on Austin, a voice rang out from down the corridor, cutting through the tense silence like a bolt of lightning.

"What the hell is going on here?" Zendaya's voice echoed with disbelief as she and Florence rounded the corner, their eyes widening in shock at the scene before them.

In that moment, the facade of control shattered, and the truth of Ryan's sinister intentions lay bare for all to see. With a roar of fury, Timothée launched himself at Ryan, his fist connecting with a satisfying thud as he sent the assailant crashing to the ground.

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Back to third person:

As Timothée's fist collided with Ryan's jaw, the sound of impact reverberated through the hallway, drowning out the chaos that ensued. Austin's breath hitched in his throat as he watched the scene unfold before him, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and relief.

But as the adrenaline of the moment faded, reality came crashing down around him, leaving him trembling in its wake. Tears welled in his eyes as he pressed himself against the wall, his hands shaking with a visceral fear that refused to be quelled.

Timothée stood over Ryan, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination to protect his friend at any cost. But for Austin, the aftermath of the confrontation was a harrowing ordeal—a reminder of the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface of their seemingly idyllic world.

It was then that Denis, the director of Dune 2, stepped forward, his expression a mixture of concern and determination as he approached Austin with a gentle reassurance.

"Hey, Aus," Denis began, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of the turmoil that threatened to consume them. "It's okay. You're safe now. Can you tell me what happened?"

Austin's breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs as he struggled to find the words to articulate the horror of what he had endured. He felt as though he were standing on the precipice of a bottomless abyss, teetering on the edge of his own unraveling.

"I...I don't know if I can," Austin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his gaze, unable to meet Denis's probing stare.

Denis knelt beside him, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos that threatened to overwhelm them. "You don't have to do this alone, Austin," Denis reassured him, his tone gentle yet resolute. "We're here for you, whatever you need."

But Austin could only shake his head, his words caught in the vice grip of his fear. He felt as though he were drowning in a sea of uncertainty, his mind clouded by the weight of his trauma.

A tremor ran through Austin's frame as he closed his eyes, the memories of Ryan's relentless advances flooding his mind like a torrential downpour. He recounted the events that had led to this moment, his voice raw with emotion as he laid bare the fear and helplessness that had consumed him.

"I...I didn't know what to do," Austin confessed, his voice quivering with the weight of his trauma. "I was so scared, Denis. I thought I was going to—"

Denis reached out, resting a reassuring hand on Austin's shoulder, his touch a silent testament to his unwavering support. "You're safe now, Austin," Denis reassured him, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within them. "We're going to make sure of that."

With each word he spoke, Austin felt a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within him, a spark of resilience born from the knowledge that he was not alone in his struggle. Although he knew the road to trusting again would be a long one, he had friends who would be there to support him with no judgment. Austin Finally let himself relax knowing that he was safe. At least in this Moment.