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ֹ ִ 🌿 ֹ 🦋 ֹ 🫧 ֹ ִ
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
i am a magnet for good luck
ֹ ִ 🐞 ֹ 🌸 ֹ 🧚🏽‍♂️ ֹ ִ
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isthlsfate · 8 months
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Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...
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isthlsfate · 9 months
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Every Minute, Every Hour (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)
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Summary: You were out. You were out goddamnit. How was he here?
A/N: Soooo…. It’s been awhile. Writer’s block is an absolute son of a bitch. So this is based on an idea I had and requested to @venus-haze a couple months ago and which I almost completely forgot about until I got this request and I decided two birds and all that. I also acknowledge that there was another similar request made a while back, to the person who requested it don’t worry, I do have plans for it. 
Warnings: Yandere!Elvis so expect themes of obsessive, manipulative, jealous, and delusional behavior. Dubious Consent in regards to coersion being involved. Loss of virginity. Explicit sexual content depicted that includes Penetrative sex (m/f), oral sex (f.recieving), female mastubation, slight dumbification, and implied anal play. Brief depictions of choking. Touch-starvation. Mentions of Pregnancy. Referenced cheating on Elvis’ part. Self-loathing. Stockholm Syndrome(?) Probably more that I am blanking on. Period-typical homophobia and closeted characters depicted. Please do not interact if you are under 18. 
Word Count: 19.8K
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You look like an angel (look like an angel)
Walk like an angel (walk like an angel)
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You’re the devi-
It takes you longer than you would have liked to reach the radio and turn it off. And it’s only as you reach it do you realize how odd it looks from the outside when you see a customer looking at you funny. 
“Not much of a fan,” you say with an admittedly pathetic smile on your face. 
“I can see that,” he replies with an awkward smile, before going back to browsing the books. 
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isthlsfate · 10 months
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*ೃ༄ The Girl Who Spit Flowers
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warnings: slow burn, angst, mentions of puke, some dialogue taken directly from the movie, time skips, mentions of death, hanahaki disease :’)
pairing: elvis presley/austin!elvis x reader
word count: 4k
*:・゚✧ ‘56
“ellis presley, blue moon boys, you’re up next.” the stage manager calls towards scotty as he rushes backstage, guitar in hand. he pushes the back door open and descends the stairs, where bill is staring at a poster with their name on it.
the latter lets out a scoff, “ellis presley…got a nice ring to it.”
scotty chuckles and motions for bill to follow him back towards elvis, dixie, gladys, and vernon. gladys gives the boys a kind smile before returning her attention back to her son.
“w-what if i forget the words on live radio? i ain’t no jimmy rogers snow.” elvis panics, sipping on the cola dixie had grabbed for him, “a-and where the hell is (y/n)?! ian’ going on without her!”
dixie looks up at him dejectedly as he hands the bottle of cola back to her, it suddenly feeling like a bag of bricks.
she always felt like she was competing with you. elvis would tell her that you were no more than a friend, but she wasn’t blind. the way you looked at him spoke stories.
“no one expects you to be jimmie rogers snow.” his father speaks, avoiding answering his question.
bill nods, “it’s just a bit of clowning around.
“that’s how we got this thing started in the first place.” scotty joins.
gladys rubs her son’s arm reassuringly, “scotty and bill are right, elvis. you’re not out there on your own. you boys are a band. the lord gave us music to bring people together. we’re like a family, and family’s the most important thing of all.”
“the family ain’t complete without (y/n).” elvis snaps, his nerves getting the best of him. as if on cue, you come through the door and trudge down the steps. your hands are visibly shaking as you wipe the corners of your mouth and force a smile. everyone but elvis seems to notice your unusual demeanor.
you force an awkward laugh, “sorry, i got caught up watching that snow boy on stage.”
elvis frowns at that and immediately opens his mouth to complain. his mother, however, rubs the back of his neck and cuts him off.
“if the good lord wants to speak through song here tonight, we are but vessels of His will. come on now, booby.” she motions for everyone to come in closer, “jesse is shining bright tonight.”
the elder woman looks up into the sky, the rest of the group following suit. she leads in song as one-by-one, they all join.
♪ some glad morning…
when this life is over…
i’ll fly away…
i’ll fly away, oh glory…
i’ll fly away, i’ll fly away…
i’ll fly away, i’ll fly away… ♪
as the song comes to a finish, sam walks through the door followed by marion.
“better get on up! they’ve just made a big announcement about you on the radio.” he says, his face seemingly just as pale as elvis’.
“folks are real excited!” marions quips before nudging him, “sam, don’t look so worried.”
elvis and his family make their way up the stairs, him and the band heading backstage while the rest go find some seats. before you can part with the others, the raven haired boy grabs you by the arm.
“why’d ya disappear like that?” he glares, his blue eyes dark.
you look back at the others nervously, but elvis is quick to grab your chin and make you face him.
“don’t look at them, look at me. what’s going on with you lately?”
“i-”
“elvis come on, we’re on!” scotty calls, saving you from a conversation you weren’t ready to have.
as he walks away, he mouths, “we ain’t done.”
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that night after the show, you, dixie, vernon, and elvis sat at the table awaiting supper. the show was exhilarating, and while you wanted so badly to talk to elvis about it, you didn’t want him asking any more questions about where you’d ran off to. you watch with a bitter taste in your mouth as he and dixie sit close to one another, whispering about something.
you can only sit and watch for so long before you abruptly stand up and head towards the kitchen where gladys is.
“need help with anything?” you speak softly so as to not startle her. she looks up at you and notices the wetness in your eyes. before you can react, she’s pulling you into a loving hug.
“oh, honey. he’ll come to his senses soon.”
you sigh. at times, you wished you had been better at hiding it. gladys promised to keep your secret, but having someone know meant you were being watched. any time you had to step away, any time you randomly skipped supper, she knew. that somehow made what you were going through ten times more painful.
later on, as you all sat at the table eating, elvis cleared his throat.
“i’m gonna be joinin’ hank snow on his tour.”
you choke on your soup, gaining the attention of everyone. feeling the thickness in your throat, you run to the bathroom and lock the door.
“so, without so much as a word to your daddy and me, you quit your job to run around in that rickety jalopy, speeding down dangerous road, getting girls all hopped up.” you can hear the anger in gladys voice as you sit on the tiled floor, head against the toilet. you blink slowly, trying to gain the energy to walk out and put a smile on your face.
“...soon, you’ll be drinking, going off to them slut parties–”
“mama!” elvis cuts her off. you can’t help but feel another painful wave of nausea at the thought.
a knock at the door startles you. you quickly flush the toilet, rinse your mouth, and unlock the door.
“dixie?”
she pushes herself in and locks the door behind her. you stand uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, having never been left alone with her. you knew she didn’t really like you; you had the luxury of knowing elvis since he was a young boy. you were special to him, and she didn’t like that.
“what is going on between you and elvis?” she leans against the door with her arms crossed. you can still hear the commotion going on at the table.
“what do you mean? i–we grew up together, he’s my best friend.”
she scoffs, her face turning a nasty shade of pink.
“are you pregnant with his child or somethin’?”
you can’t help but let out an exasperated laugh. you quickly cover your mouth as you notice the serious look on her face.
“i’m not pregnant, dixie.”
“then what’s with all the runnin’ away, throwin’ up, whisperin’ to gladys?”
your blood runs cold. you should’ve been more careful. you watch as her eye seemingly catches onto something near the toilet.
“shit, (y/n).” is all she says, her angry expression softening. there on the creme colored tiles lays a lone flower petal.
“please don’t tell him.” is all you can get out, tears already threatening to leave your sullen eyes.
“oh, i won’t.” dixie scoffs, “it’s not like there’s anything you can do anyway. elvis is mine.”
the sound of a door slamming causes the both of you to jump. dixie gives you one last glare before leaving you alone. you topple over and choke out some more petals.
as elvis’ career began to skyrocket, your friendship pummeled. you heard from gladys that elvis had broken things off with dixie right before the school formal. she sounded hopeful, but you knew better.
time flew, and the pain refused to suffice.
*:・゚✧ ‘57
gladys ended up asking you to move in with her and vernon permanently. you had stayed in and out of the presley residence since you were thirteen, but by age eighteen you felt you were burdening them and slept on a cot on the upper level of club handy, it was yours in exchange for some labor.
you accepted her offer only because you knew how lonely she was while her son was out and about. you were lonely too.
one morning, elvis came barging in, his pearly whites on show. you were sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal, startled by the loud noise.
“how ya been, darlin’?” he asks, pulling you up from your chair into a warm embrace.
“good. your mama’s missed you.”
he pulls away with a chuckle, “you say that as if ya didn’t.”
before you can argue, gladys emerges from her room and gives her son a big hug. vernon comes soon after and pats the boy on the back.
“i’ve got a surprise for y’all.”
that day, elvis showed you all your new home. graceland.
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“i see you’ve been gettin’ in a bit of trouble.” you chuckle, handing the raven haired boy a newspaper you had collected. he stands up from his spot on your room floor and joins you on your bed. it’d been a while since you two had spent time together.
elvis doesn’t speak for a while, causing you to look over at him with furrowed brows. you nudge his arm gently.
“you alright satnin?” the nickname slips, but elvis doesn’t seem to mind. he turns onto his side and sighs.
“the colonel says i might be gettin’ drafted.”
the air in your room seems to fall still, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“t-that’s insane! you ain’t did nothin’ wrong but express yourself. your own mama thinks it’s okay!” you sit up from the bed and begin pacing, chewing on your lip, “i oughta give that man a piece of my mind!”
you make a move to leave the room, but elvis grabs your arm.
“it’s no use, darlin’. i followed my heart and i gotta pay the price.” he runs a hand through his hair, a sign that his nerves were getting the best of him. you grab his hand and smile reassuringly albeit the pain you felt in your chest.
“how long will you be gone for?”
“two years.”
“two years?!” you shout back, causing the boy to cover your mouth with his hand.
“goddamn (y/n), you want the whole world to hear? i haven’t even told mama yet.”
you look up at the blue eyed boy with sad eyes, your body noticeably relaxing as you realize how badly he needs a friend right now.
elvis drops his hand from your mouth and allows you to fall into his arms, your arms wrapping tightly around him so as to not let him go.
he sniffles, resting his chin in your hair.
“i’ll look after her, e. i promise.”
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not even six months after elvis was gone, you had found gladys unconscious at the top of the steps. your heart shattered as you fell to your knees, trying to wake the elder woman up.
you couldn’t help the sobs that ripped painfully through your soul. not only had you lost someone who was like a mother figure to you, you had broken your promise to elvis”
vernon came running up the stairs at the sound of your cries, his shaky hands pulling you away from her as he too tried to wake her.
it was no use.
on august 14th, 1958, you had lost the one person who knew of your condition and loved you through it.
elvis came back home for a brief period of time, but it was like seeing a ghost. you stayed to yourself, not having the strength to face him. you knew you should’ve been there for him, but every time you convinced yourself to go, you’d find yourself not able to leave the threshold of your door.
not too long after gladys’ passing, grandma dodger was gone too.
graceland had become the shell of a home. it was typically only you and vernon in the home, cousin billy occasionally making an appearance.
a year passed. you busied yourself with work, going back to bussing tables at club handy.
you hadn’t been sick as much, which seemed to be the only plus to elvis being gone. there were some nights, however, when you would think too hard about what he was probably doing in germany and found yourself coughing up petals.
by the time he had returned, seeing elvis was like seeing a stranger.
you all would eat supper together, but the table was silent.
*:・゚✧ ‘63
today was a day like any other, the three of you sitting at the table, listening to the cheerful sounds from cousin billy and his friends outside.
“‘cilla is movin’ in pretty soon.” elvis speaks after he swallows a bite of his food.
you keep your eyes focused on your food, your throat starting to feel thick.
“that’s great, son! when’s the wedding?”
at the sound of those words, you can’t bear to hear anymore. you excuse yourself from the table and walk to your room.
your stomach churns at the thought of living here, hopelessly in love with your childhood best friend as he married another. it didn’t help that your room was right below his.
your thoughts run wild, tears wetting your eyes as you look around the room and begin frantically throwing stuff into a suitcase.
you can’t stay. it’ll kill you.
with tears still running down your face you make your way into the hall bathroom, grabbing a couple of toiletries to bring along with you.
what you don’t expect is to turn around and walk straight into a strong chest.
“just where do ya think you’re goin’?” his thick southern accept sends a chill down your spine.
you muster enough strength to look him in the eye despite the tears still visibly falling.
“i think it’s about time i go out on my own.” you quickly brush past him and head back to your room, but elvis is hot on your tail.
“no one said you had t’do that.”
“i did.” you continue packing your stuff, more furiously than before, “you haven’t even paid me any mind since mama died. i’m not stayin’ here feelin’ like a burden any longer.”
elvis snatches your suitcase from you, not paying any mind to the contents that spray all over. his usually lively blue eyes are dark, storms thundering in them.
“you were the one who stopped payin’ me any mind.”
you ignore him, bending down to pick up your items. you continue to walk around him, packing more things as he stands there, discontent radiating from his body.
the taller male grabs you by the arm, keeping you in place right in front of him.
“look at me, darlin’.”
you obey almost immediately, your lip quivering.
elvis’ eyes seem to look at you, really look at you for the first time in years. he hadn’t noticed how frail you’d gotten, how your (e/c) eyes were sunken and dull, how your seemed like you were struggling just to stand. he frowns, wiping a few tears from your cheeks.
“why’re you leavin’ me, (y/n)?”
“i—“
but its cut off by a gag, and the sudden urge to run. he follows you, but youre too fast, slamming the bathroom door in his face and locking it tight.
his head rests against the door as he listens to you retch, his chest constricting in pain at the sound of your cries.
“satnin, you’ve gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.” he calls, but you don’t respond. he stands there for a solid thirty minutes before getting impatient and going to the kitchen to find something to pick the lock with.
the sight before him makes him immediately fall to his knees beside you.
it seemed like you had no energy to even open your eyes, your head laid against the toilet, the contents of your stomach still threatening to escape.
“i’m sorry.” your voice is barely above a whisper, cracky and pained.
the raven haired male brings you to his lap, holding your head against his chest as he reassures you it’ll all be okay.
he couldn’t help but look into the toilet in fear.
no longer were there tiny petals, but full on flowers.
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“how’s (y/n) doing?” priscilla asks her boyfriend, the two of them sat at the table for breakfast.
despite your protests, he had told you to stay. you were too weak to do anything, your condition worsening once priscilla officially moved in.
elvis hadn’t said anything to you about that night, only making sure that the maids brought you food and checked on you hourly.
“she says she’s alright, but she looks worse then ever.”
“do you know who it is?”
elvis only shakes his head, oblivious to the obvious.
“i’m gonna go check on her.” the brunette says softly, leaving a long kiss on elvis’ cheek before heading down the hall.
she knocks gently, hearing a soft and raspy come in from the other side of the door.
you smile at her, sitting up in bed to let her sit next to you. despite the pain it caused you, you could tell that priscilla was good for elvis.
unlike dixie, she cherished the fact that he had grown up with you, always including you and even taking the time to get to know you.
“you doing alright, (n/n)?” she rests her hand on yours, holding it gently.
“i know you know, ‘cilla.” you sigh, a sad expression on your face, “and i’m so sorry. i wish i could change it. i wish it was anyone but him.”
priscilla tuts, “don’t say that, love. we can’t control who we fall for.”
“did you tell him? he seems distant.”
“he’s just really worried for you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. i know you guys had a rough patch but you’ve always had a special place in his heart. he used to tell me stories about your childhood all the time in germany.” the brunette hands you the glass of water on your nightstand as she notices you struggling to clear your throat, “you should tell him now, (y/n).”
you quickly shake your head, “it won’t change anything. he loves you.”
“quite frankly i think he’s just settling for me.” the girl chuckles solemnly, “i wont let you die without having tried. i’ll tell him to come to you now.”
priscilla doesn’t give you a chance to turn her down, leaving a small peck on your forehead and rushing out the room.
minutes later, elvis comes in with a concerned look.
“‘cilla said you needed me. you alright, doll?”
you nod, motioning for him to join you on your bed. he obeys, sliding his shoes off and sitting criss cross applesauce beside you. you can’t help but giggle at the sight, his long limbs looking uncomfortable.
you grab his hand once he’s situated, not able to ignore the wince as he notices your frail hand.
“there’s something i need to tell you.”
“what is it, (y/n)?”
“i’m sure you’ve been rackin’ your brain tryna figure out why i have this disease.” you sigh, acknowledging the small nod he gives you, “a-and i’m sorry i kept it hidden from you for so long. i first found out about it when i turned eighteen. it was little petals here and there, and i would only cough. b-but as time passed, it progressed. it didn’t take long for me to connect the dots. for me to realize that it was happening because i…”
elvis looks at you expectantly, having craved this moment since he held you on that bathroom floor.
“you can tell me, baby. i want to help you anyway i can.” he brushes a lone tear off your cheek.
“it was happening because i fell in love with you.”
you close yours, not strong enough to look in your best friend’s eyes and see nothing but rejection. you’re surprised when you feel his hand caress your cheek.
“open your eyes, darlin’.”
and you do. and your pounds at how close he is to you, how his eyes search your face desperately for signs of a lie. you furrow your brows.
“why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
elvis laughs, a few tears springing to his eyes. “cause it’s always been you.”
“don’t do that.” you beg, “i’ve known you for forever elvis. i watched you go after women day and night.”
“because i thought i couldn’t have you, (y/n). like you said, you’ve known me for forever. i didn’t think you could see me as anything more than family.”
you laugh at that, bewildered at the secrets suddenly coming to light. had you really been so blind?
“‘member when we were kids, livin’ at the home on audubon? mama had set up a lil makeshift tent for us in the backyard and we would spend every weekend in it?”
you nod, “what about it?”
“th-there was one weekend when we decided to stay the night out there, and we were watching the stars. i looked over at you a-and i just knew. i even told mama that morning i was gon’ marry you one day.”
you giggle through your tears, searching his eyes for truth and finding all of the above.
“why’d it take so long, e?” you whimper, the memories of all those lonely nights of pain and puking resurfacing.
“i lost who i was, baby. at first i was just scared, and then all of a sudden my career took off, then mama died, and i…i’m so sorry.”
he rests his forehead against yours, pulling your weak body into him.
you want to kiss him. you want to seal the deal now. you’re ready to spend the rest of your life with him, not wanting to waste another second.
but, “what about priscilla?”
elvis sighs, about to open his mouth to speak but the girl herself cuts him off.
“priscilla will be okay.” she says from the doorway, her own set of tears collecting in her eyes, “i’m just glad you’ll live, (n/n).”
you force yourself to get up, legs shaky as you make your way to the brunette and engulf her in a hug.
“thank you so much.” you sniffle.
“i’m going to go pack.” she smiles grievously, “i’d better get going.”
you nod, making your way back to your bed. elvis gives you a look and you nod, watching as he quickly follows after her.
“‘cilla.” he calls, stopping her on the steps.
“it’s okay, elvis. i knew the moment you started talking about her that it wasn’t meant to be.”
“can i at least have one of my men drive you?” he asks.
priscilla doesn’t see a point in opposing, so she nods. the taller of the two nods as well, before taking her into a gentle hug.
“you’re always welcome here, okay?”
“okay.”
*:・゚✧ ‘67
“hold on, let me get a picture of the newlyweds!” vernon smiles, snapping a quick shot of you and elvis.
despite his career, elvis wasted no time in taking the next steps with you. fifteen years was too long to have missed with you, so he made time for you everyday.
you look over at the man before you, amazed at how much more handsome he’d gotten throughout the years. your heart was pounding happily in your chest, still half expecting this to be a dream.
your wedding was small, held in the meditation garden at graceland.
as your reception came to a close and guests began to leave, you and elvis held one another, swaying to the soft music playing from the record player.
the raven haired man kisses the top of your head, your nose, your cheek, and then your lips.
you hum in content, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“i love you, sugar.” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“i love you t-“ you run down the hall to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as you fall to the ground and let out a heave.
elvis, as usual, is on your tail. he rubs your back soothingly, whilst pinching his nose at the smell.
you flush the toilet and brush your teeth, heart fluttering as you look in the mirror and catch elvis eyeing you adoringly.
“mama would be proud.” he smiles, hands snaking around your wakes and resting on your tough stomach.
you can’t help but smile back, your stomach fluttering. only this time, it was the result of your love and not the lack thereof.
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isthlsfate · 11 months
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Drop It!
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Warnings: Supernatural elements. Dead!Elvis. Reader’s father is dead. Reader denotes elvis to his face. Dilapidated Graceland.
Summary: It’s move-in day! Reader spends the day fixing up the house. By the end of the night, she just wants to relax but something, or someone, needs to talk to her.
A/N: I am fully aware that graceland is cared for and not at all in ruin but the story calls for it. I put a lot of thought into this series and i really want everyone to enjoy it! The story is inspired by my house and what it’s like living here. though i’ve never come face to face with my goulish friends, i do respect them. A small bit, while comical, is something i actually did experience. Granted, i never spoke to anyone, or at least, never got an audible response. Most of this series includes odd happenings that i’ve dealt with. Isn’t that fun? Non-beliver or not, i hope you enjoy it. Happy reading- Bee💕
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September 2023
The keys resting in your palms bring nothing but joy, even after dealing with a snippy mother and grumbling movers on an overcast Thursday afternoon. It should've been alarming, the way that realtor hightailed it off the property, but you were just glad to get your hands on what once was a beautiful home.
Graceland had nearly fallen to ruin; once the previous owner's legacy began to deteriorate, so did respect for the house. Squatters, Drug dealers, vandals, this house has seen it all. Yet, under all that muck and destruction, you saw a chance to restore its beauty.
Your mother was a bit...perturbed by the decision, wondering what she had done in your childhood that could've led to this point. When the idea was first pitched, she laughed it off, assuming it was another one of your odd bouts, like it was some fairytale. So imagine her surprise when you tossed the paperwork onto the breakfast table.
Your mother's concerns only doubled when she actually saw the house. Move-in day is supposed to be exciting, and for you, it is. Pushing past the doors into your new home is something magical. You don't know where to start. The kitchen? The front room? Upstairs? It's all so tempting.
"Mama, this place, it's so beautiful. Doesn't it jus' make you wanna cry?" You exclaim, unable to contain the excitement rushing through your body.
"...That's...well, that's one way to put it." your mother says, watching for possible loose beams as you traverse through the house.
You kiss your teeth at her tone and begin rattling on about your ideas for the space.
"I can fix her up in no time. We can start with the walls; they only need a few patches and a fresh coat a' paint. Oh! And then we can work on the floors. And I'm sure we can find some replicas or have 'em made. I think-"
"Y/n!" your mother interrupts, "Rome wasn't built in a day, baby. Don't get too ahead of yourself. You already broke the bank buyin' this...place and-"
You shake your head "Mama, don't you know who used to live here? Daddy woulda-"
The older woman before you holds up her hand, face dropping into an unamused expression. "Don't compare me to your daddy; we never did have the same tastes. And of course, I know; Elvis was my crush before you were even thought of."
You tilt your head, shifting to move a box. "But you just said you n' daddy didn’t have the same-"
She cuts you off before you can finish your thought. "Hush up and listen to your mama." A chuckle leaves your mouth as she scolds you.
"After all this time, daddy still can't catch a break?"
Your mother lets out a saddened sigh, "Well, he may not be here physically, but pokin' fun at him is the only way I know he's still around."
Your shoulders drop, and you set the box down. Your father passed away six years ago; he didn't want his family knowing he was sick. You thought it was a cruel joke, some twisted prank set to traumatize you forever. The wails your mother let out that night on the kitchen floor told you otherwise. She tries to pretend but hasn't been the same since—the idea of remarrying tossed to the wind like a dandelion's pappi.
"Mama, don't you think daddy would've wanted you to let him go?" you lament, hoping your mother would consider it this time. But, alas, the notion is shot down once again.
"You may not believe in ghosts or the afterlife, y/n, but I do. Your daddy is always with me. It wouldn't be right to get hitched in his face."
You shrug and continue unpacking, "If you say so mama, I jus couldn't imagine stickin' it out till the very end." That statement seems to tickle your mama pink. "You ain't never been in love, sugar pie. When you meet your mister right, you'll know what I mean."
You purse your lips. Even while talking about her dead husband, she hints at your sad love life. To you, love is just a feeling, and the dead are just that, dead. So your mother's musings about 'ghosts' and 'true loves' are nothing short of fantasy in your world.
"O...kay. Well, we've got a lot to do, and we've been talkin' bout nothin' for ten whole minutes. Let's hop to it!"
Your mother rolls her eyes, "This ain't my dream house, honey. I ain't GOT to do nothin' but stay black and die."
"Oh, here you go with that mess. You agreed to help your only baby move in so that I wouldn't 'die in my sleep cause some spider decided to munch on me,' so don't give me none of that." You mock.
Your mother pops your arm and grabs a broom. "You yo' daddy's daughter, alright. Couldn't have got that mouth from me." She mutters.
For the next four hours, the two of you dispose of odd findings, scrub, wash, disinfect, and grumble through the house. By the time you finish, the home is as clean as clean gets. The sun has set, and all you want to do is eat and sleep. The last thing to set up is the bedroom.
You feel a little strange sleeping in a room that once belonged to such a legend, but he isn't here, and the house belongs to you. The wall of TVs would be dealt with later. For now, a flatscreen was simply placed in front of them; aside from that, you pre-ordered replicas of the bedroom furniture, not wanting to personalize too much.
After kissing your mother goodbye, you trudge up the stairs, stopping halfway to crack your back. Once you return to the master suite, flopping on the bed only seems fitting. A groan escapes you as you realize you still need to shower. Rolling over, you grab a towel from your suitcase, lay out some pajamas on the center of the bed, and head for the bathroom.
While waiting for the water to warm, perched on the porcelain throne, the lights flicker. You'll need to replace the bulbs later; simple fix.
When the water reaches hell, you waste no time jumping in. It soothes your aching body, and all of the tension from today washes down the drain. You hum a nonsensical tune to keep you entertained while you clean away the dirt and grime. In the middle of the improvised song, a crash steals your attention.
You finish rinsing and shut off the water, quickly making your way to the bedroom door. You aren't going to investigate; too bright (or too experienced in the horror genre) to even give that a thought. No, you lock the door and mind your business; that is a morning problem.
When you turn back to retrieve your nightwear, you find them on a chair in the corner of the room. Odd. You could've sworn you left them in the middle of the bed. Whatever, you think as you throw them on.
Plopping down on the edge of the bed, you grab the remote and turn the TV on—finally, a moment of peace. You flick through Netflix, desperate to find good background noise. Landing on your favorite show, 'The Good Place,' is enough for you. It's ironic, don't believe in anything after death, or love, and here you are, watching two dead people fall in love.
Halfway through Episode six, the source of entertainment shuts off. You huff; it was getting good too. The remote is behind you, out of reach, so you aren't exactly sure what could've caused this.
"Probably just a glitch," you mumble, turning the TV back on and resuming your minor addiction. This time, you place the remote on the dresser, ensuring no interruptions.
Despite your effort, it happens again; A guttural noise leaves your body. You're broke in a house that's falling apart with no man, pets, and no energy. TV is the one pleasure you have left, and even that is beginning to frustrate you.
Repeating the process, you hold the remote in your hands, eyebrows raised, daring your peace to try and leave again. After a few moments, you sigh in relief as the halfway point passes and set the remote down. As soon as it comes in contact with the plush, black comforter, the TV again fails you.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." You exclaim.
"Ladies shouldn't swear; ain't attractive." A voice bellows from behind you. A shrill shriek is all that is heard as you scramble off the bed. Your eyes search for the source but find nothing. Slowly, you creep toward the bed and snatch up the remote. "Can't go downstairs till morning, and I'm losin' it in here. What a night." You whisper.
A shiver rolls through your body, and you decide it's better to sit on the floor. Again you try with your tv (which you will be returning in the morning), and of course, that doesn't last long.
"Sugarpie, I don't wanna see that junk. If you're gon' watch somethin' in my bed, I suggest it be somethin' good. Not some trash show that don't know the first thing bout bein' dead." The strange voice booms again.
This time when you jump out of your skin and turn to face the intruder, you see what you can only assume to be the world's most accurate Elvis impersonator.
"What the hell are you doin' in my house?!" You screech, "Get out! Get the hell out."
The man before you is nowhere near ready for the projectiles flying his way. Clothes, shoes, books, and a stuffed bear. You name it; it's flying at his head.
"Hey! I—I said—, goddamn! You got an arm on ya! Put the—,"
Elvis can't even finish his sentence as you continue to fling whatever you can at him.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House!" You grunt, each word punctuated with the throw of an object. The tall, blue-eyed stranger ducks and dodges with precision, but when he sees you getting ready to toss a picture frame, one you no doubt failed to realize the importance of in your defensive state, the fun and games stop.
"Drop it! Drop that damn picture right now! Your mama would tan your hide for days if she saw that you broke that frame." Elvis booms.
Your chest is heaving, and you blink, glancing over at the photo.
"S'your daddy, right? Y'all were talkin' in the kitchen bout how it's the last thing he gave ya. You promised ta take care of it. So drop it."
You nod and gently place the photo on the bed, reaching for a good substitute.
"Jus—Just how long have you been here?" you question, ready to launch the lamp in your hand. Elvis ponders for a moment. "What year is it?" He asks, seeming genuine. You quirk an eyebrow, unamused with the game he's playing. "You can't be serious."
He looks at you expectantly, waiting for an actual answer. Your phone is across the room, and the chances of getting past this psycho-wannabe Elvis are slim to none. So, you entertain him. "It's twenty-twenty-three, you should know that." You say, face stoic.
Elvis's eyes widen, "Twenty- Good lord!" He chuckles in disbelief.
"Well, to answer your question lil' mama, if that's true, I've been here for sixty-six years if you're countin' when I bought the house."
You shake your head; there's no way the idiot in front of you is this dedicated. "Yeah, sure, I reckon you want me to believe you're Elvis Presley himself. Is that what this is? Some attempt to scare me?"
Elvis chuckles and shakes his head, "No, ma'am. Ain't no pretendin' round here. I'm the real deal."
You can't help the cackle that slips past your lips.
"My ass!"
Elvis's smirk fades, "I told ya that shit isn't cute. And if ya don't believe me, try to shake my hand." He says, extending the appendage forward.
You scrunch your nose, "Now, why would I do that?"
He shrugs, hand still held out.
"Well, I ain't goin' nowhere for a long time n' you're the first person to see or hear me in ages. Whether ya do or don't, it really ain't too concernin' for me."
You sigh, knowing this is how dumb girls in movies usually meet their end. Can't believe m'doin' this. Shakily, you extend your hand, and when it meets his, it goes right through. You gasp as the limb turns to smoke before materializing again.
"Sweet jesus," you sputter.
"I wouldn't know if he was sweet, I ain't met him yet." Elvis jokes. You back away, very spooked.
"T-This, this isn't possible. Ghosts they—they aren't-"
"Real?" Elvis cuts you off, "Yeah, I heard that part too, jus didn't wanna scare your mama, so I waited till it was jus you n' me."
You scoff, offended, "My mama gets a pass, and I don't?"
He chuckles and sits on the bed, "She believed, you didn't. For someone with a gift this great, ya sure do love ta act like ya don't know what she's talkin' about."
You fold your arms, looking down, "I don't have-"
"Oh, yes ya do. Don't give me none of that. I spent the whole afternoon chit-chattin' with your old man. "
Your head snaps up, eyes meeting his. "You spoke to my daddy? How is he? Did he ask bout mama? Because she'd be thrilled. I gave up. I knew I shouldn't have. I'd been tryin' to reach him since he died, but he never-" The smug look on Elvis's face shuts you up.
"Well, first off. Why would ya need to call a man who's in the same house as ya? Second, you'd been tryin' so hard to find happiness for a woman who don't need it, that ya pushed your daddy away anytime he tried. A ghost can only do so much without scarin' someone half to death, baby."
This is all too much; Ghosts exist, Elvis Presley is in front of you, and your daddy hasn't moved on. Mama was right. You lift the covers and shimmy under them.
"I need to sleep on this. Jus—I...I don't know where you go, but scram for the night please."
Elvis chuckles, nodding. In a flash, he evaporates, fumes left behind as he finds another room to settle in.
You breathe through your nose as you think. What a night indeed, miss y/n.
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‘Tomorrow Will Be Too Late’
Part 5
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Summary: Elvis Presley x Reader / For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved two things - Elvis Presley and time travel. After seeing the 1968 Comeback Special for the first time, you decide to try and get back to him for one incredible night, by any means necessary.
Author’s note: I must thank my darling Marina for helping me really flesh out the storyline in this chapter. I came to her with my idea, and she said “Darling, now we’re talkin’ southern gothic and that’s my jam.” She really helped me get the vision for it, talked it out with me and for that I am incredibly grateful. She also contributed a couple of lines so thank you baby! Also gotta shoutout my other two wives, Ally & Birdy, for their constant support, love & creativity. And last but never least, all of you who are invested in this story. You keep me going when I feel like I can’t go on with it. I cherish your screams and your support. 💕
Warnings: Angst, mention of death, sad Elvis, language.
Word count: 4.4k
TWBTL masterlist
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I love you more today
More today than yesterday
But I love you less today
Less than I will tomorrow
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Elvis grips her shoulders, her body trembling under her thin, white nightgown, her eyes haunted and wild. She lifts a hand and presses a soft, warm palm to his cheek, looking for all the world like she knows him, really knows him, and is sorry for him. Like she’s trying to comfort him. At her touch, the hearing in his left ear vanishes, the chirping birds and crickets filtering through lopsidedly. Elvis shakes his head and a ringing noise slowly filling his ears as his hearing returns, a calmness settling over him. The feeling of deep grief, that heavy ache in his heart, has subsided a tiny bit, the tears that had tracked down his cheeks earlier are dry. Her hand slips from his face with a sigh, and her eyelashes flutter closed as she slumps in his arms. He gently lays her on the grass, smoothing the hair from her forehead and patting her cheek gently.
“Aw hell, honey. Wake up. Please wake up.” A familiar voice floats somewhere above you, a desperate, pleading edge coloring the words. “Aw hell,” you hear him swear again, and struggle to open your eyes. A large, warm hand cups your face, alternately patting lightly and stroking. It feels so nice you’re tempted to let the nothingness pull you under again. There’s a reason you want to let it…you just can’t recall what it is. And that voice, so familiar, yet - not as you remember. It’s higher, for a start, not the deep, rumbling tone you’re used to. And quicker, running words together almost as if he can’t get them out fast enough, like his mouth can’t keep up with the ideas tumbling from his head. You’re used to the slow and steady pace of his thoughts made manifest.
“Come on, be a good girl and open those pretty little eyes for me. I saw ‘em lookin’ at me before, like you’d seen a ghost or somethin’. Now why would you look at me that way, honey? I ain’t ever seen you before in my life.” He carries on a one-sided conversation and somewhere in your foggy brain you find it amusing. “Now, I-I-I don’t know what’s wrong with ya, why y-y-you’re actin’ like this but I-I-I need ya to get up now. You hear me? Wake up, dammit!” He shakes you gently by the shoulders, then a little more forcefully and you can hear the fear in his voice. He’s scared. You hate that he’s scared, hate that you’re the one that’s made him this way. This, more than anything, breaks you from your fog and your eyes blink open. He’s backlit against the pale, misty morning light and for a moment, you can believe it’s your Elvis staring back at you, so eerily similar in their shapes and contours - the sharp curve of cheekbone and strong jaw. The swooping hair and broad shoulders. But…he isn’t your Elvis. And everything comes flooding back in a painful flash that has you sitting up and doubling over, all at once. You feel a light hand on your back as you clutch your stomach, trying to breathe in and out, trying to still the racing of your heart, not to mention the terrifying cacophony of thoughts jumbling your mind.
“Just breathe, baby. Good girl,” he whispers, and it makes your stomach turn. For a moment you’re jolted upside down and back again, his words ringing in your ears, and you’re filled with a coldness so deep you begin to shake. You remember the last time you heard him speak those exact words to you…in the hallway of NBC studios, when he knelt beside you just like this, hand on your back, murmuring quietly as if to a skittish colt. Now his hand begins to rub slow circles between your shoulder blades, his palm barely meeting your skin, an attempt at calming you…but it burns like fire. “You must be cold,” he continues quietly and it makes your arms tighten around your middle as you bend further in on yourself, silent tears falling, short gasping breaths only adding to your chill. You wish he’d stop touching you, wish he’d take his hand off your back. His palm is so feather-light, as if he’s afraid of too much contact now that you’ve come around. It’s a reminder that he isn’t the Elvis you left. Your Elvis would have his arms around you in a heartbeat, he’d be pulling you into his lap, truly comforting you. Your Elvis wouldn’t be afraid to touch you. You scoot forward a little, desperate to get away from his scorching touch.
She’s a curious thing, isn’t she? Elvis thinks, wondering why she’s leaning away from his touch, when he’s used to women doing the opposite. For the moment, his grief is forgotten, moved to the back of his mind. How did she get here? And why? Who is she? These questions and so many more are doing somersaults in his mind, slicing through the overwhelming sadness he had been trying to escape. Early morning walks in the back pasture at Graceland had been the only thing that seemed to calm his spirit since his mama got sick. Since his mama went and left him, went and left him to spend the rest of her time with Jesse. Somewhere in his heart he knew it was selfish to try and keep her from her other son. Jesse needed Mama too, and Elvis took a tiny bit of comfort in knowing they were together again. It wasn’t much but it was all he had to cling to these days.
And then this woman had just…appeared. Out of nowhere, out of thin air. He’d been been walking and crying, talking to God, begging him for a sign that he hadn’t been fully abandoned, completely forsaken. A sign that things would be ok somehow. He had felt so utterly alone since his mama left this earth. He had so much love left for her and he didn’t know where to put it now. Didn’t know what to do with all this love that was running through his veins for her. And then there she was…she knew his name, she seemed to know him. Not like the world knew him, not “Elvis the Pelvis” or “The Memphis Flash,” not even “Elvis the Movie Star.” Just him, just Elvis. Her wild eyes had held so much…love. And pain.
When she touched him he had felt - like he was floating above his grief instead of walking hand in hand with it. A small reprieve. Had God seen fit to take his mama but send him another instead, someone to help him? Help him see a way through this darkness, this despair that was eating him alive, tearing at his insides day after day? A way through the troubled thoughts that too often swirled uninvited in his mind. Dark visions of a river rushing over him, of letting it pull him under, letting it take away the pain. It was almost as if…as if her touch had absorbed his grief, as if she had taken some of it from him and into herself. That must be why she had passed out, why she couldn’t stop crying now. An angel. Angel of Grief. An answer to his prayer. He wasn’t alone, not anymore.
Elvis suddenly wraps his arms around you and the heat radiating off of him warms you almost instantly. You freeze, not expecting the sudden closeness. But you shiver in his arms, and the familiar feeling of them comforts you. His arms are the same - same strength, same bones, same flesh. He’s mumbling something into your hair, you can only make out snatches of words. You hear him whisper “mama” and “…sent me an angel.” On instinct you wrap your arms around his waist, spanning his back as your head falls onto his shoulder and you melt into his embrace. You sit there a minute, each comforting the other, until he pulls away and looks at you, wonder and awe and a little bit of shyness lighting his features.
“You alright? You had me scared there for a minute. You’re not hurt, are ya?” His hands flutter lightly over you, as if to make sure that you aren’t physically injured. His concern makes your heart skip a beat and you open your mouth to respond but your breath catches in your throat. This is as close to young Elvis as you’ve been and you take him in, fully, for the first time. He’s familiar of course, you know him too. Just not in the same way your knew your Elvis. This one you know from his movies, from the countless pictures you’ve seen of him from this time period, from the TV performances. He’s different entirely from the man you left, and now that you’re getting your bearings, you don’t feel quite so shocked by him. His cobalt eyes are red-rimmed, dark circles underneath marring his his beautiful face.
“Is she ok?” he asks suddenly, looking at you expectantly, his eyebrows drawing together as worry etches across his pretty features. You’re confused by this question, seemingly out of the blue.
“Is she…” you start, unsure of what he means.
“Mama…is she ok?” he asks again, waiting for an answer like you’re the only one who can give it. And it dawns on you, remembering his whispered words a minute ago, his sudden closeness. It can’t be. Can it? Does he really think you’re…an angel? You knew Elvis was a spiritual man, always in tune with things not of this world. It makes perfect sense from everything you’ve ever read or heard about him. It just- fits. But how will you explain it to him in the future, your presence here. Does he not remember… Oh. Your stomach drops and you think of all the times he said he remembered you but couldn’t place you. How he insisted that you’d met before. And you passed it off as a man who had met too many people, seen too many faces and you just reminded him of someone else. In his haze of grief he’s convinced himself you’re an angel. You swallow, unsure of how to proceed, unsure if you can actually pull this off. Let him believe you’re not human, an angelic being. It makes you uncomfortable, like you’re lying to him. But the hopeful look on his face and the fact that you have no good reason for being here makes up your mind for you. He’s still looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“She’s fine, Elvis. She’s just fine,” you whisper, blinking back tears that threaten to fall again as you cup his cheek, your thumb running over the rough stubble gathered there. “I know how much you loved your Satnin. I know how hard this is for you.”
Elvis looks at her, startled. How did she know…Satnin? No one but family and close friends knew he called his mama that. There’s no way she should know this, but she does. He shouldn’t be surprised, shouldn’t be shocked but he is. It’s just further confirmation that this woman, this angel, was sent here to help him, comfort him.
“You’re in pain,” he says, eyebrows drawing together again, this time with concern for you. “You took it didn’t you? When you touched me? Took my sadness, took it upon yourself knowing I’d have a chance to heal a little bit. It nearly killed ya in the process.”
This man, your man. Only he would be concerned for a angel, a supernatural being. It’s the first thing that endears you to this strange version of the man you love. He can’t understand the complexity of your pain, the part of you that aches for this boy who just lost his mother, who would do anything to take away his sadness. He thinks you’ve done just that - a small mercy. And the other part of you that aches for the man you love, the man you left, the man you might never see again. And so you say the only thing you’re capable of at the moment - “I’m alright. I’ll be alright,” you reassure him, shivering again, the dampness from the ground seeping through your nightgown. It’s unseasonably cool this morning, a rare summer dawn that holds more chill than warmth at this early hour. Elvis notices and helps you stand, holding onto you while you get your balance.
“Let’s go for a drive,” he says suddenly. “Always helps me clear my head. ‘Sides, got a blanket in my car so you can warm up.” He gently takes your hand in his, tentatively at first but when you instinctively lace your fingers through his, he smiles at you, a small sad smile, and squeezes your hand. Another little piece of your heart clicks into place.
It’s quiet on the road, you wrapped in the scratchy wool blanket Elvis has pulled from the trunk and him in the driver’s seat, absentmindedly tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel to a song only he can hear. He keeps looking over at you, as if to reassure himself that you’re still there, that you’re not gonna disappear on him. You see him breathe a sigh of relief every time, his shoulders relaxing, the small exhale of breath a constant, soothing reminder in the silent car. You’re not sure how to talk to him, still disoriented and shell-shocked as you traverse the empty Memphis streets, the ten-year gap from this boy in 1958 to the man in 1968 becoming ever more apparent the more you drive through town. Mercifully, he breaks the silence with a question.
“Jesse?” A word. Just one word. A word that holds so much hope, and a great deal of fear. It reaches out and takes hold of you, this word, heavy with meaning and love and a strange sort of grief. The kind of grief that is placed upon you by others. Well-meaning, intended with love, but forced upon you nonetheless. It’s mixed with his own grief, the kind he has come to recognize with time and self-reflection and that unknowable ache that is always with him, as near and dear to him as the brother - twin - he lost. You realize he’s asking if Jesse is ok.
“Jesse’s happy. He’s with your mama now…they have each other and they’re ok. They both miss you something awful, though. Your daddy too.” You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and see him blink rapidly, futilely willing the tears that threaten to fall to stay put. You bite your lip and look back out the window, feeling like a intruder on his heartache. He sniffs and clears his throat, hurriedly swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You alright? Elvis?” you murmur quietly as you cover his hand resting on the seat between you with your own, running your thumb in gentle circles over his skin. He nods, still too choked up to speak, and gives you a quick, watery smile.
“I’m gonna be alright, darlin’,” he pauses, unsure of how to go on. “If I don’t get a chance to tell you before you go…thank you.” You smile, entirely charmed by this sweet and gentle boy, so unlike the man you know.
“She was very special, wasn’t she? Your best girl,” you press his hand, gently encouraging him, thinking maybe it’ll do him some good to talk about his feelings.
“Mama is…was…my best friend. She took care of me, like no one else could, not even Daddy, not even Dodger.” He tries to keep his voice steady, tries and fails.
“You were her special boy, her whole life. She put all of her love and care into you, didn’t she? Couldn’t bear to be parted from you, not even for a little while. Took you with her when she worked the cotton fields…you couldn’t have been more than a few months old when she was dragging you in a sack beside her, picking cotton til her fingers bled. That’s true love.”
He pales, the blood draining from his face as his mouth opens, a sharp inhale of breath the only sound in the car except the pounding of your own heart. You realize your mistake almost immediately. You shouldn’t know that about him. It’s too intimate, too personal. He isn’t so far removed from that life. The problem with Elvis having been dead for over forty years is that every single person who ever knew him feels the need to talk about him. Even those that didn’t know him talk about him, write books and articles and papers about him. Research his life and his parent’s life and on and on.
“How did…” he starts to say, looking spooked, but then his face relaxes and he lets out a ghost of a laugh, a little huff of air that leaves his half-upturned lips and he shakes his head. “Gosh, it’s good to talk about mama with someone who really knew her. Daddy can’t bear to talk about her now…and he’s the only other person who really knew her like I did. Loved her like I did.”
You take his hand again without a word and grasp it lightly, encouraging him to go on. He does, and you talk about his mother with him while he drives and cries, and the sun comes up fully, painting Memphis a beautiful rosy color, the late summer sun bouncing off the brick buildings, the leafy green trees waving to you as you pass. Before you know it, hours have gone by, and you see the gates of Graceland come into view. You can see a crowd gathered there, and it’s a shock to your system after the quiet, cozy drive. You start to panic, there are women with cameras everywhere. You can’t be photographed with Elvis, in 1958. You simply can’t.
“Elvis, I can’t…I don’t…” you aren’t able to finish your thought, you’re getting closer to Graceland by the second and you’re frozen in fear, powerless to do anything about it. Somehow Elvis understands what you’re trying to say, how you feel.
“Just lay down, darlin’, I’ll cover you with the blanket. No one’ll see you, I promise,” he glances at you knowingly, and you slide to the floorboard, your knees hitting the carpet as he pulls the blanket over your head. You peek through your cover and watch him as he pushes his sadness to the side as he pulls into the drive, his fans a comfort to him now more than ever before. Showering him with love, not the kind that he used to get from his mama, but love all the same. And he soaks it up like drought-stricken earth.
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You realize with a start that you’ve seen this photograph of him, have alway been enchanted by it. The slender figures of the women outside his gates, cameras raised to hide their faces. Hiding their faces while capturing his. His long, slender arm hanging outside of the open Cadillac, hand drooping lazily as if in invitation. That hair, those sideburns. You’ve seen this photograph a dozen times…you just didn’t realize you’d be next to him when it was taken. And the oddest feeling courses through your veins, not quite deja vu but something hauntingly similar. In a flash, you see all the men he will become. The all-American Army boy: soft and young when he leaves for Germany, lean, older and wiser when he returns. The slick, Hollywood Ken Doll: singing and dancing his way through film after film, a continuous montage of tiny white shorts, red windbreakers and cowboys hats on an endless loop. The slender ‘68 Comeback Special man: a gritty, leather-clad force of nature reminding everyone why he was a star in the first place. The glittery gaudiness of Las Vegas: jumpsuits and karate moves, hundreds of women kissed each week and left begging for more. And finally, as if he somehow knew he was nearing the end of his life, a return to the soft and round form much like the one he had entered the world in.
But all of that was before him still and only you have the privilege and pain of seeing all that he was, all that he would become. Beside you now sits the young and eager boy with his whole life ahead of him. Only you can look into his eyes and see the man you knew and didn’t know. The man you loved and didn’t love. The man who would become more than an icon, almost god-like in his legacy. You ache to tell him all these things, to spare him pain and save him in some way. But you risk losing everything you’ve gained so far if you do, and so you simply hold his hand as he drives you through the gates of Graceland, posing for the girls outside as he does.
In a moment it’s over, this flash of past, present and future that leaves you reeling, suffocating under a blanket and heaped on the floorboard of Elvis’s car. Just when you think you might panic, he pulls the blanket off your head and pats the seat next to him. You manage to crawl back onto the seat just as you’re pulling up to the house and it hits you, why it was so familiar before. This moment has simultaneously not happened yet and already happened, sixty five years prior. Time travel is trippy, you can’t even begin to wrap your head around it.
Elvis feels a little bit lighter now, like a tiny sliver of sun peeking through the clouds on a stormy day. Still heartbroken, but maybe like he can go on somehow. The ache is still there, it would always be there. Seeing his mama the past couple of days in the hospital had been unbearable, he had felt so helpless. And then his heart had been ripped from his chest, and everything he had ever loved, everything he had ever held dear was gone in an instant. But this woman - this angel - had helped him when he needed it most. He wishes she could stay forever, he feels so at peace with her near. He knows it’s too much to ask, but he hopes she’ll stay a little bit longer.
In the few hours you’ve spent with Elvis this morning you’ve come to realize that he isn’t so different from the one you love. His spirit is the same, his humor and wit, his love of life and all that it offers. He’s the same man, and you find yourself wanting to inch closer to him, to close the distance between you on the car seat. It hits you like a lightening bolt - you…god help you but…you love him too. Of course you do. Is this why you have an almost unnatural possessiveness over him? When it seems like you shouldn’t, like you haven’t any claim to him. But…he hasn’t met his future wife, not yet. It’s you. Here and now. He’s meeting you for the very first time. Before he even lays eyes on her. Somewhere in the ether you must have known it, in your bones, deep down. He was yours first. You loved him first.
A fire blazes through you at this revelation, taking your breath with it. It’s all starting to makes sense and it frightens you to your core. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You’re not supposed to love Elvis Presley, not like this. He isn’t supposed to know you and you’re not supposed to be here. It’s not in the history books, it’s not what happened. You have to leave. Now. You can’t stay any longer and risk messing things up - messing his life up. He’s too important to too many people, you included. He’s staring at you now like you're the only lifeline he has, like you’re the answer to every problem and every question he has. That heart that was being pieced back together earlier, your heart, now shatters apart. It breaks to think about leaving him like this, so entwined with his grief, so overcome with the hand life has dealt him - cruel and kind at the same time. Your tears pool and fall down your cheeks as you reach a hand out to him, needing to feel his touch again, maybe for the last time. He takes your hand, placing it on his cheek, his warm palm covering yours. He nuzzles it, the scratchy hair of his unshaven jaw tickling you lightly, before he gently places a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist, his tender lips branding you, claiming you. You didn’t think it would be this hard, leaving him. You didn’t think you’d be torn, that you’d actually give a thought to staying. Not when you had someone to get back to. And yet…
“Elvis…sweetheart…it’s time. I have to go now,” you say through your tears, surprised when you feel something hot and wet drip onto your hand still holding his cheek. He’s crying now too, as if he knows this moment holds more significance than he can fully grasp. He shakes his head, no, always stubborn, and pulls you to his chest, clutching you there tightly. Your arms encircle his waist as you hang on for dear life, the waves crashing over you both threatening to pull you under.
“No, no, no….please don’t leave me. Please don’t go,” he cries against your hair, your bodies wracked with sobs as you cling to one another, each mourning the loss for a different reason. You know you’ll never be the same after this. You can never again be who you were before you held a broken Elvis Presley in your arms on the day his mother died. Before you realized that you'd gone and truly fucked up the one life you have. Because now you know. Know that you can’t have a life that Elvis isn’t a part of. You’re breaking in two and he is holding you. And everything is exactly as it should be. And everything is all wrong.
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Wait for Me (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)
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Summary: Tupelo’s favorite son is on his way home to all the expected pomp and circumstance befitting a returning King.
A/N: This is very much inspired by Hadestown and I may or may not blend all the character together so that both Elvis and reader have aspects from all of them. Technically I’m cheating I will admit by combining these two (-, -) requests into one story but I thought it would work well. Not me trying to Posit how WW2 affected the floriculture industry all for a fanfic. But this is apparently how I marry my two hyperfixations of 2022: Hadestown and Elvis. A+ to anyone that can find all the references to both Hadestown and the greek mythos in the story. 
Warnings: Yandere!Elvis so expect themes of obsessive, manipulative, and delusional behavior. Kidnapping. Kinda of a stochholme syndrome going on through the later half. Blood and a bit of child abuse depicted (arguably this child deserved it). Emotional Manipulation throughout. Isolation. Touch-starved reader. Innocent reader. Explicit sexual content depicted that includes Penetrative sex (m/f), oral sex (f. and m. recieving), vaginal fingering and handjobs. Outsider POV for the first bit.  Probably more that I am blanking on. Excessive use of “Honeybee” and “Rosebud” as a nickname for the reader. Please do not interact if you are under 18. 
Word Count: 21k (seriously somebody stop me)
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‘Tomorrow Will Be Too Late’
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Summary: Elvis Presley x Reader / For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved two things - Elvis Presley and time travel. After seeing the 1968 Comeback Special for the first time, you decide to try and get back to him for one incredible night, by any means necessary.
Warnings: Will eventually be NSFW so 18+ only
Word count: 3,358
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Author’s note: I realize not everyone is into time travel - but I promise this is very light on the sci-fi and very heavy on Elvis! This was born out of my love for time travel, and a very specific fantasy/desire to go back in time to 1968 Comeback Special Elvis. Truly, whenever I watch it, I point out a scream that can be heard and say “that was me!” or “did you see that flash of a hand right there? Mine.” This first chapter has a bit of explanation that is necessary so hopefully you’ll stick with it through the non-Elvis content while that happens. It’s also my first time delving into writing Elvis and that makes me nervous. I hope I can do him justice! Thanks to Marina (@aconflagrationofmyown) for asking about my idea, encouraging me to actually write it and just generally being supportive. She said “writing can be a lonely business but there’s no need for it to be.” And thanks to Mel (@burninlovebutler) for being a sounding board as well and giving me some good advice for chapter writing strategies.
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You were cold. So cold. It felt like a thousand icicles were piercing your skin as you shivered against the concrete floor. You opened your eyes, but it was so dark you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You couldn’t remember where the hell you were or how exactly you got there and that absolutely terrified you, your heart beating double-time in your chest. You seemed relatively ok though, if a little scared and disoriented, and that was reassuring.
A sliver of light was seeping through a small crack in a door directly in front of you and you willed yourself to sit up. It took all of your strength to make it happen and when you were finally propped up against the wall, a wave of nausea hit and your head felt as light as feather.
Breathe, in through your nose, out through your mouth, your brain commanded. You press your palms to your eyes until you see stars, and take deep, gulping breaths. The nausea starts to subside a little, and some of your strength starts to come back.
Eat the piece of chocolate in your pocket. The thought floats through your brain, unbidden. Chocolate? You press your hands to your body, feeling in the darkness. What were you wearing? No wonder you were freezing, you barely had any clothes on. You arms are bare and you feel a dress so short it barely covers your bum. Your legs are like ice as they press against the cold floor. But you feel something small and hard in the square pocket of your dress and pull it out. You can’t see what it is but you can feel the bell shape - a Hershey’s kiss. You unwrap it hastily and pop it into your mouth, savoring the sweet taste. Instantly you begin to feel a bit better.
You finally feel strong enough to try and stand up. The tall, knee high boots you're wearing make it a bit difficult but you manage eventually, using the wall for support. You’re unsteady on your feet as you slowly walk towards the light through the door. Feeling for a handle, you find one and turn the knob. Surprisingly, it opens. Your senses are immediately assaulted from all angles. Light so bright it blinds you, pain shooting through your eyes as you race to cover them. Voices echo loudly around you, almost deafening after the quiet darkness. You’re so discombobulated, your head is foggy and buzzing like a bee trapped in a windowpane. You stumble out of the room off balance, hands still covering your eyes, and run smack dab into a solid form, tall and sturdy.
A cry escapes your lips as you begin to tumble backwards but strong hands grab you by the arms and haul you back up, setting you firmly on your feet again.
“Careful there, honey. You could get hurt runnin’ around like that,” a voice drawls, deep and amused. So familiar, but you can’t place where you’ve heard it before. Your eyes travel upwards, from the chest smattered generously with hair under an open leather jacket, up a strong jawline and deep cheekbones, pouty pink lips quirked into a half smile with teeth so white they’re almost blinding and finally, to impossibly long and dark lashes framing eyes so blue they’re like the ocean on a stormy day. Jet-black hair and delicious sideburns frame this angel face that takes your breath away.
You stare up at him as your breathing returns to normal and your heartbeat slows, searching his eyes for…for what? He’s so familiar. Why can’t you place him? You know this man, of course you do. But from where? It’s on the tip of your tongue, hovering just outside of your reach. You’re grasping at the edges of something, something important, your brain screams. But it slips through your mind like sand through your fingers. What is it? If only the buzzing in your head would subside and just let you think a minute.
He’s looking at you with a bemused expression, his hands still grasping your bare skin lightly, just below your shoulders. You tremble slightly as the heat of his touch flushes your icy skin, thawing some of the coldness you felt a moment ago. The contact sends a shiver up your spine for some reason and a warm feeling spreads slowly through your belly. His eyes are running over your face as if to place you from somewhere. You think you see a hint of recognition flash in his eyes but then he blinks and it’s gone. He squeezes your arms softly and releases you with a crooked smile and a wink.
“Be more careful, darlin’. We can’t have a pretty little thing like you gettin’ busted up on our first day of filming,” he says over his shoulder as he walks away.
You turn your head and watch as he moves away from you, down the hall - this tall, mysterious figure clad in black leather and boots. Your mind is whirling, trying to puzzle it all out. Who was that? Why does your heart suddenly feel ecstatic and fearful and so incredibly full? You feel bereft in his absence, adrift on an empty sea. That voice, those eyes. They had anchored you for a moment when everything else felt so inexplicably…wrong.
“Elvis!” you hear someone call out and in an instant your breath is gone, the wind knocked out of you. The room tilts and starts to spin, blackness closes in on your vision. You reach a hand out to the wall for support but it’s not there anymore. You feel yourself start to stumble and fall. People are suddenly shouting, you can hear them running towards you and everything is loud, so loud. Just before you lose consciousness you have one thought, and one thought only.
I made it.
You can’t remember when you first became obsessed with time travel. Maybe when you saw Back To The Future for the first time as a child. Or maybe it was all those books you read in grade school, devouring one after another. As you grew up, your fascination with the concept morphed and changed. You began to read not only fiction about it but studies and supposed attempts, too. Research and theories and whack jobs on the internet who said they’d been to Victorian England and even as far back as the dinosaurs.
You didn’t really think anyone had been as far back as that but you did think time travel was possible, in some small way. Maybe you could only go back in time, not forward. Maybe you could only travel back to your own timeline. Or maybe only as far back as the century you lived in. You didn’t really know exactly how it worked but you set your mind to trying, actually trying it, one day.
At first it was something you joked about with your sister when you were both high, just a silly concept. She knew you’d start in on your time travel theories, talking about where you’d go and what you’d do. Back to see the Beatles play the Cavern Club in Liverpool in 1962. Greenwich Village in 1963 to see Simon & Garfunkel. The possibilities were endless, and almost always based on the musicians you loved and wished you could see live, so long ago.
And then you saw Elvis’s 1968 Comeback Special and you knew. That’s where you were going back to. You had to get back to that man in 1968. You had always loved Elvis, for as long as you could remember. Had grown up listening to his music, watching his movies. He was one of your first loves as a young girl. But until you saw the ‘68 Special, you hadn’t really felt like you had known Elvis the man. He was a goddamn revelation. And once you had a taste of that, it was all you longed for.
You became obsessed with him, his life. Falling in love like a school girl, losing your mind when you watched one of his films, like you had stepped right out of the 1950s. You were in love with a man who had been dead for nearly 50 years. But that didn’t bother you, not one bit. You knew he was still alive out there, somewhere in the ether - a fragile line tethered to your reality, all you had to do was grasp it and pull.
Your mind was made up - you would go back 1968, to that week in June in Burbank, California. You just wanted one night with him, one incredible night. It would take careful preparation, meticulous planning, more research and time. Something you had plenty of. But once you set your mind to attempting it, every day you spent apart from Elvis felt like one too many. Wait for me, Elvis, I’m coming for you. It was mantra you said to yourself when everything seemed so far away, so completely impossible.
You devised a plan by the simplest means necessary to try your theory out. It involved self-hypnosis, dressing the part (vintage clothes from that era if they could be found), getting rid of all modern objects on and around you and finding a location virtually unchanged (or as close to it as possible) from the time you wanted to go back to. It’s what the protagonist had done in one of your favorite novels, Time and Again, by Jack Finney. It seemed actually plausible, and low risk.
Well, as low risk as time travel could be. According to your research, it would leave the traveler in a weakened state - disoriented, nauseous and cold. A small price to pay, you thought. You would pay a higher price even, if it was required of you. Anything to be with Elvis.
You bought a ticket to Los Angeles one month from the day you made your mind up. You visited every vintage store you could find, looking for the perfect outfit. You finally found it - a sleeveless, mod 60s mini-dress in black and white and white go-go boots. Go big or go home. You didn’t worry about finding anything else - you’d either be successful and stay the night or it wouldn’t work and you’d try again, wearing something different, just in case that was the cause of failure.
As the day of your departure grew closer, you began to feel an almost unbearable excitement. You couldn’t concentrate on anything fully, your thoughts scattered into a million pieces. You were half agony, half hope. The logical part of your brain told you what you were attempting was impossible, completely nuts. But the other half, the half that was completely convinced it was doable, won out most of the time. Hope is the bravest thing of all.
You boarded your flight to Los Angeles, a bundle of nerves and feeling sick to your stomach. As soon as you touched down an almost imperceptible force took hold, like someone else was controlling your movements. It carried you through the airport and into your rental car. Down the freeway and over the hill into the valley. To your hotel, where you barely remember checking in.
You had booked a tour of the Burbank Studios, where the special had been filmed, for that afternoon. Would people be staring at you in the getup you would be wearing? Absolutely. Did you care? Not at all. Elvis was waiting for you, that’s all that mattered.
You styled your hair, curled it and teased it up as high as it would go, adding a thin ribbon headband. Next came the dress you had chosen and the go-go boots. You popped a couple of Hershey’s kisses in your pocket for later, knowing you would need a little sugar rush if you made it through.
You steadily applied your makeup, using the tutorial you had watched on YouTube as a guide, carefully winging out your eyeliner and swiping on nude lipstick to pull it all together. You stepped back to look at your handiwork and had to admit that you looked good. As a finishing touch, you placed the vintage, heart locket necklace around your neck and snapped it open to see the picture you had hidden inside - Elvis, in his army uniform, stared back at you.
You were ready.
You don’t even remember the drive to the studio, or checking in with the group. Your mind was on finding the perfect place to sneak away and make the the journey. Ideally, you wanted a closet of some kind, an empty room. Somewhere that didn’t have any modern elements, and preferably dark. Halfway through the tour, you glimpsed a janitors closet down a hallway. You stopped to look at a photo on the wall while the rest of the group rounded a corner.
As soon as they were out of sight, you gripped the handle of the door and tried to turn it. Locked. Not to worry, you were prepared for this. You pulled a lock picking set from your small purse and went to work, the old lock popping open easily with hardly any effort.
You held your breath as you opened the door, praying it was what you needed. You looked around the tiny room and breathed a sigh of relief. It was empty except for an old mop, seemingly forgotten in the rush of modern life. It was perfect.
You quickly stepped inside and closed the door. Darkness enveloped you. You sat down on the cold, concrete floor and waited for your heart to stop pounding. You needed to be calm for this part. To concentrate and believe, really believe, that you were in Burbank, California, at NBC Studios, on June 27, 1968.
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, meditating on the feeling of your body pressed to the floor, the breath flowing in and out of your lungs. Imagining you could feel the vibrations coming from the studio around the corner as Elvis played his guitar. You focused and willed yourself to hear the hustle and bustle of activity as production ramped up for the first day of filming, of extras and musicians and dancers flooding the hallway with excitement.
But most of all, you focused on that beautiful face, those playful eyes and the mouth that smirked with amusement when he said something naughty or funny. The hearty laugh and southern drawl that you longed to hear in person. You could almost feel him, almost feel his arms around you. If he would only wait for you, you would be there soon. So very soon.
You could feel hands holding your head and voices speaking in hurried tones. Someone gently tapped your face and your eyes fluttered open, slowly blinking, trying to focus on something. You stared up into the face of a kindly woman who was smiling down at you.
“There she is. You ok, sweetie? You gave us all quite a fright.” She turned her head to someone and said, “She’s ok Mr. Presley, just had a fainting spell.”
“Didn’t I tell ya to be careful, honey? You alright?” Elvis came into view, looming over you with a concerned expression.
You took one look at his face and burst into tears.
Elvis, for his part, looked shocked at the sudden outburst. He was used to women crying over him, sure, but this was different. You seemed…overwhelmed in another manner entirely. Something about you was fragile and lost and afraid and he couldn’t help but want to take you in his arms and comfort you.
Instead, he knelt beside you and helped you sit up, his hand resting reassuringly on your back, as the woman on your other side did the same. You felt silly, really, and still more than a little jumbled. Your thoughts were racing and you felt like you might faint again, but you closed your eyes and focused on breathing. Elvis was patting your back gently, but that just drove you further over the edge. He was touching you. Elvis Presley was touching you. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek as he knelt next to you, murmuring almost inaudibly, “Just breathe, baby. Good girl.”
You started to hiccup and giggle through your tears, unable to keep the laughter at bay. The whole thing was preposterous. Elvis was still looking at you anxiously, brows furrowed. But he relaxed a little and started to laugh with you, relief flooding through him.
“Let’s get you up. Jerry, can you help me here?” Jerry Schilling appeared on your other side and he and Elvis hauled you to your feet. You were wobbly as you leaned on Elvis’s arm for support.
“Jerry, take her to my dressing room, set her up on the couch and send Dr. Nick to take a look at her,” Elvis commanded. You flinched at the sound of Nick’s name.
“Oh no, no, I’m fine, really. I just need a minute to recover and I’ll be ok,” you said hurriedly.
“Elvis, we need you on set,” a stage manager appeared out of nowhere, looking frazzled.
“Just give me a goddamn minute, Lou!” he barked out, frightening you with his sudden change in demeanor. He felt you jump and laid a big, warm hand over yours and smiled. “Sorry, honey, didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“Jerry, take her to my dressing room anyway, so she can rest up. And keep an eye on her,” Elvis said pointedly.
“You got it, EP,” said Jerry as he took your arm and led you down the hallway. You couldn’t resist looking back, watching as Elvis walked away from you for the second time that day. You stopped in your tracks, unwilling to go any further. You had come this far, you wouldn’t be parted from Elvis now.
Jerry looked at you questioningly. You opened your mouth to say something to him but felt as if you might burst into tears again. Jerry must have sensed this, or seen the forlorn look on your face, as he understood what you needed without any words.
“Alright, alright, no more tears. You can come to the control room with me, is that ok?” Jerry was looking at you expectantly. You nodded your head, grateful for his intuition and understanding.
The next few hours passed in a blur, everything seemed like a dream as you watched Elvis perform. His magnetism and humor hitting you like a freight train all over again. His raw sexuality ignited something in you, being that close to the real thing set you ablaze in a way you didn’t know was possible. You stuck close to Jerry, who would lean over and explain things to you or make little jokes. You were thankful for his company as the night wore on and your nerves kicked up a notch, your entire being once again buzzing uncontrollably at the possibility of what might come next.
As the show was wrapping up filming for the night, Jerry was called down to set, with assurances that he would be right back. When he did return, he took your arm gently and guided you down the long hallway, out into the balmy summer air and into a waiting car.
“EP wants you to go to his hotel room and wait there for him, he’ll be along in a little while. He’s got some things he needs to do first.”
You swallow thickly and nod as you lean back into the seat and rest your head. You look out the window as the palm trees whiz by and your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest. Was this really happening? Could it have all been so simple? You knew Elvis had his Memphis Mafia secure certain girls for him but this had been too easy.
It was fate, you decided. Fate that had seen you safely through to 1968. Fate that had run you smack dab into Elvis Presley’s arms. And fate that you were about to spend one night with the King.
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Sweet Inspiration (Part Two)
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Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader
Word Count: 8.9K
Summary: You continue to sing for Elvis on his second stint of his engagement in Las Vegas at the International. You and Elvis are also going steady, becoming public as the woman who stole Elvis’ heart. But when a talent scout takes notice of your presence, how do you navigate your loyalty as the scout will stop at nothing to get what he wants?
Warnings: ANGST, slight sexual situations, mafia undertones, mention of reader being stalked, physical assault, fluff in certain points, slight encounter with the colonel
A/N: Here is part two of Sweet Inspiration! This part has a mind of its own so I decided to split this part up into two parts so there will be another part coming soon. I know how much you guys loved Elvis and the reader and their relationship, so I figured I would write something that will shake up their world. A little more angsty than the first part but no need to worry, it will get better by the next part. I hope once you read this, you will hate this new character that I’ve introduced because I hate this man more than words can express 😂. Yes, there will be another part, I figured that this story would have its own storyline and world. I don’t know how many parts will come out of this story but it’s not the end for Elvis and the reader! As always, I hope you all enjoy!
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Las Vegas had become a second home to you, the engagement that Elvis had at the International kept you grounded. You were out of your shell, becoming the only member of the Sweet Inspirations to lead the backup vocals for Elvis. Your vocal lessons with Elvis would continue as usual, sometimes leading into you sleeping with him when you should have been singing. Elvis made it known right away that he wanted more out of your arrangement, opting out of naming it as two people who were only sleeping together. You were apprehensive, not wanting anyone to know that you were seeing Elvis. However, Elvis had other things in mind. He would let anyone know when they saw you two together that you were exclusive, putting you farther in the spotlight than you would have liked. Elvis would tell you that you had nothing to worry about, making it clear that you would be treated like a queen. He wasn’t lying; the people around you were extremely careful about the things that they would say and the things that they did, in fear that Elvis would replace them for treating his woman less than she deserved. 
When you weren’t spending time underneath Elvis, you were always around your sisters. You liked the balance that your life had, between the healthy appetite that Elvis had in your relationship and the bond that you shared with your sisters. Myrna had finally come down to join your sisters as Cissy decided that her tenure with Elvis was over. She wanted to try her hand at becoming a solo singer now that she was a mother. Myrna, unlike your sister Cissy, was eccentric. She still worried about you like the others, but she was willing to allow you to explore your interests. Myrna was your best friend like Cissy, you were always following the two of them around as a child because you wanted to be like them in every way. She was the first person that you told that you were seeing Elvis, the excitement on her face gave you the reconciliation that you needed. You were no longer the caged songbird that your family tried hard to shield from the world. You were sitting at the pool with Myrna, getting some sun before the first show after a two month break. 
“You think Elvis is excited about your first night leading the backup vocals?” She asked you, turning her head to look at you through her sunglasses that sat at the bridge of her nose. “That's all he has been talking about, Myrna. He’s had me holed up in his rehearsal room for a week, making sure that my notes are on key. If I have to keep screeching at the top of my lungs, I won’t have a voice by tonight.” Myrna laughed, patting your hand before shooting a smirk your way. “Is singing the only screeching you’ve been doing? Don’t think I haven’t heard through the grapevine about how Elvis has been treating his so-called queen.” Your face heated up as your hands covered your face. “Hush, Myrna. Elvis is a gentleman. Sure, his sexual appetite is something that’s different for me, but he always makes sure that I’m comfortable before exposing me to things.” You weren’t sexually experienced as you thought until you met Elvis. There were things that you haven’t tried with any other man, but with Elvis, he made sure that you weren’t vexatious when it came down to the things that he liked to do with women. 
“Mm, so how is he? Is he packing?” You gasped as you swatted at Myrna, face heating up with embarrassment. You didn’t know how to answer her, not because you didn’t know yourself; but because you didn’t want to tell your sister about what was in your boyfriend’s pants. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Songbird, you sure are lucky. I wanna find a man like that.” You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. “You need to worry less about finding a man and more on your singing.” Myrna scoffed, turning her head to face you before crossing her arms. “Are you worried that if I do find a man, I’ll leave y’all to go get married in Puerto Rico or somethin’?” You laughed, nearly spilling your piña colada before turning to face her exaggerated face. “No, if you find a man, he would run to Puerto Rico to get away from you.” She gasped, slapping your arm before laying back on the pool chair that she was sitting in. You heard a cough from behind you, turning around to see Jerry standing there with sunglasses covering his eyes. “E.P. wants to see ya, Y/N.” Myrna turned around, nearly choking on her drink as she eyed the man who stood behind you. 
“Who is this handsome man, Songbird?” You rolled your eyes as you noticed Jerry shuffle with embarrassment, feeling a bit sorry that he had to witness your sister in her true form. “Myrna, this is Jerry Schilling. He’s Elvis’ bodyguard and closest friend. Jerry, this is my sister Myrna. She’s replacing Cissy for the remainder of the engagement.” Myrna stood up from her chair, placing her hand out as her eyes moved up his body. Jerry took her hand, shaking it as he placed it against his lips. “Pleased to meet ya, Myrna. I’m sure I’ll see more of ya during this time.” Myrna’s face heated up, her eyes moving from his face to look away at the sunlight that danced along the water. “I’m sure you will, Mister Schilling. You said you needed Songbird? She’s all yours.” She removed her hand from Jerry, shooting a wink his way before she walked away.  
You rolled your eyes at your sister’s straightforward personality as you looked over at Jerry, who looked completely infatuated. “I’m sorry, Jerry. Myrna usually isn’t like this with people she doesn’t know.” Jerry cracked a smile as he shook his head, tilting his head towards the direction where you would be headed. “She’s something else, but she’s a pretty little thing.” Jerry stated as he started walking back into the building, you were not far behind as your heart flipped in your chest at the thought of seeing Elvis. You weren’t used to meeting up with him during the early afternoon, as he was usually still asleep during this time. Jerry led you up to the penthouse, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you neared his door. “He’s up, he should have just finished his breakfast.” Jerry left you alone, standing there at the door as you knocked in the normal fashion, not thinking about the code that you and Elvis had established for your encounters. Elvis opened the door, his eyes lingering around the hallway before he pulled you into the room quickly. 
His lips were on yours instantly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed you against the door. You gasped, lips parting slightly which allowed his tongue to enter as you held on to his shoulders. He kissed you with such urgency, his hands moving down your semi-clothed body as he moaned against your lips. You groaned out in response to his touch, pulling away as you looked up into his blue eyes. “I came up here because I heard from Jerry that you needed to see me. Is this all you wanted to see me for?” You chuckled, taking note of his expression that instantly worried you. His eyes were clouded with lust, but you could tell that there was something else in his eyes: worry. 
Your hands found their way to his face, holding his cheeks as you tilted his head to look down at you. “What’s the matter, Elvis? You never look this worried, talk to me.” He shook his head as his lips pressed against your left palm, taking your hands into his as he pulled you into the room further as he sat down in the loveseat that was in the living room. “The colonel started some shit with me this morning, he was upset about the show last night. He said that there’s a talent scout comin’ out tonight. He’s thinkin’ that maybe this scout would help me get some new ideas for my career.” 
“That’s exciting, right? What are you worried about? You’re the most talented man that I know, I’m sure he couldn’t do much that you’ve already done.” Elvis was in the business longer than you’ve ever had been, having made movies and even traveled around the country to perform at prestigious venues like the Madison Square Garden. “It should be exciting, but I’m still shakin’ like a leaf thinkin’ about whether or not I’m ready for another person to enter my life, tellin’ me what I can and can’t do.” You knew that Elvis was having issues with his manager, their views were on two different spectrums. Elvis wanted to break out and travel internationally, something that he was always telling you about; the excitement in his voice making you happy that he wanted better for himself and his career. “What if this man is like the colonel? What if he thinks what I need is to stay locked up in his mausoleum for another hundred years?” You sat down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled into his soft skin.
“If he does, you kick his ass out. You want to travel internationally, so if he doesn’t share the same idea as you, you don’t need him. You’re Elvis Presley, only you can navigate your career in the direction that you want it to go.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist, his fingers cool on your skin. He held you in his arms for what felt like hours, before a knock on the door interrupted the intimate moment that you and him were having. The door opened, revealing a disgruntled Colonel Tom Parker. “My boy, the show is starting soon, you should be-,” He stopped in his tracks, taking in your presence as his eyes glared into you. “What is she doing here?” You stood up from Elvis’ lap, crossing your arms as your eyes glared back at the man, not backing down from his disgusted look in your direction. “Last time I checked Colonel, this is my goddamn room. I can have whoever I want in here, Y/N is no exception.” Elvis groaned as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not tellin’ ya who can be in your room, but why is she here?” 
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the audacity this man had to even ask that sort of question. “Mister Parker, I’m not some floozy that you’re used to pushing into Elvis’ life. I don’t know if you know this or not, but I’m his girlfriend. And, I will not sit here and let you talk to me as if I’m trash that is in your way. You’ve done nothing but belittle me with your weird stares and slick words, but I’m not intimidated by you in the slightest.” You spat in his direction, turning around before pressing a kiss to Elvis’ forehead. “I’m gonna head out, baby. I’ll see you later at the show, alright? Remember, don’t settle for less from that scout or from him.” You turned around, glaring at the Colonel one last time before pushing past him as you exited the room. You could hear hushed voices from behind the door, but you could only make out Elvis’ angered tone as he told the colonel to respect you more. You smirked as you knew that Elvis wouldn’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting you, not now or ever. 
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You met up with your sisters who were getting ready for the show, noticing Dee Dee giving you a mischievous look as she knew exactly that you had just returned from being with Elvis. “I hope y’all weren’t doing the nasty again. We need your head in the game tonight, Y/N. Jerry told us that some man who works for the talent scout agency out there in California is gonna be at the show tonight.” You rolled your eyes as you walked past them, heading for the shower to get cleaned up for the first show. Once your shower was over and you were dressed appropriately in your attire for the night, you straightened your hair out, the curls in the front standing out as they laid over your brown eyes. “I heard that Myrna was flirting with Mister Schilling today, do you think that we should set them up?” Estelle stood next to you in the bathroom, picking out her afro while you stood next to her, finishing up your makeup. “I don’t think we will have to do anything for now; Jerry looked like a lovesick puppy when Myrna came up to him.” You giggled, peeking out of the door to see Myrna stick her tongue out at you. 
The first dinner show was soon starting and your nerves were all over the place. Myrna and Estelle pointed out the talent scout from the crowd, surrounded by men who looked to be dressed in mafia-style clothing. “They don’t look like any men from any talent agency I’ve ever seen, are you sure he’s the right man?” You asked, peeking from behind the curtain as the man sat in the booth close to the stage, puffing away at his cigar as he chatted with the colonel. “Jerry said that was him. What if he is here to see us?” Dee Dee asked, her voice shaking with anxiety as she turned to face you. “If he is here to see us, we will have to act accordingly. Sing how we always do, but we have to make sure that he notices us.” Estelle chuckled as she made her way to her spot, sitting down in front of her microphone. You let out a breath as you noticed the orchestra playing the tune of That’s All Right, which signaled the beginning of the show. You hurriedly made your way to your seat, moving with the music as Elvis made his way past you. 
He looked handsome as usual, the white nail suit fitting him in all of the right places. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, whispering ‘hit those notes, sugar’ in your ear as your face heated up from the pressures of pleasing him and getting the scout’s attention amped you up. You nodded your head at him, harmonizing with your sisters as the curtains raised. The crowd was buzzing with excitement as he walked out on the stage, taking in the atmosphere as he began singing along to the music. Your eyes never left him, your body bobbing and weaving with the music as you led your sisters in the background vocals as you normally did. As the song finished, Elvis started ‘All Shook Up’, which was your favorite song to sing as you were the only one who would sing the majority of the backup vocals. At that moment, Myrna nudged you to get your attention. “That man has been eyeing you ever since the song started.” She giggled, as you moved your eyes to where the man sat. Surely enough, he was watching you with a smirk on his face. Your face heated up as you turned away immediately to continue singing along with Elvis. 
As the show went on, you could feel his eyes on you as he watched you hit high notes and harmonize with Elvis. You could admit that you felt honored that the man was paying attention to you, but you were beginning to feel uncomfortable as his gaze lingered on your body. You couldn’t look over at him, your attention only lingering on your boyfriend as he performed his heart off for the patrons that were clapping and screaming for his attention. The show ended with Elvis singing ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’, moving through the crowd as he kissed the women on the cheek, hugging them slightly as your eyes moved over the crowd as you and your sisters harmonized with the orchestra. At that moment, your eyes moved over to the man who was watching you, giving a small smile in his direction before moving your eyes back to where Elvis was making his way back up to the stage. He made his way over to where you were standing, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as the crowd roared in surprise as it was the first time that they would see his affection for you. 
Your face heated up, hiding your face in your hands as you heard your sisters giggling around you from the sweet moment that Elvis and you now shared. The curtain began to fall as Elvis finished the song, turning to make his way over to you as he wrapped his arms around you before pressing his lips to yours once again. The musicians and your sisters whistled out as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingertips dancing along the nape of his neck as you returned his kiss. “Are ya comin’ to the party tonight, baby?” Elvis asked as he pulled away, his face as red as a tomato as he noticed that everyone was crowding around the two of you. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.” You muttered in his chest, hiding your face from the smirks and knowing glances that everyone was giving you. It was only his inner circle and your sisters who knew about the two of you, but now the entire world knew that you were his. You pulled away from him, playfully swatting at him as you looked up at him. 
“Now, why did you do that? I thought you weren’t ready for the world to know about us, yet?” “I couldn’t help myself, mama. You look so goddamn good in this get-up.” He twirled you around by your hand, earning a couple more whistles from the musicians and the mafia as they made their way on the stage. “Alright ya sons of bitches, there’s nothin’ more for ya to see. Leave my lady alone.” He jokingly glared at them, causing laughter to break out on the stage. “Let’s go get ready for the party, mama. I hope ya look as good as ya did tonight.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he was led away by the mafia, leaving you standing there with your mouth agape as your sisters crowded around you, smirking and talking at the same time. “You’re now known as Elvis Presley’s lady, huh? How are you gonna be able to be in public now?” Dee Dee teased as she took you by the hand, leading you off of the stage. “I didn’t know he had that planned, I swear.” You giggled under your breath as you and your sisters headed back up to your rooms to get prepared for the party that was happening later on that night. 
The gathering was taking place in the ballroom next to the showroom where the show was held; celebrities and people in Elvis’ circle were crowded around, trying to get a bit of attention from the man as he made his way around the room. You made your way in the ballroom, taking in the likes of Sammy Davis Jr and Tom Jones as they were conversing with people that you couldn’t make out at that time. Your sisters disappeared from your sight, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room as you tried to capture a glance at where Elvis was located. You felt a hand wrap around your arm causing you to jump as you turned to face the person who was trying to get your attention. It was the man from earlier, a sly smile crossing his lips as he let go of your arm. “You put on a good show tonight, darling.” You smiled softly, shaking your head as you looked at the man, cautiously not letting your guard down as you opened your mouth to speak. “It was all Elvis, I’m only his background.” You spoke softly, turning over your shoulder to try to find someone that you knew to at least save you from this awkward conversation. 
“My name is Ellis Gordon, I’m a talent scout from Los Angeles. I think you’re the type of talent that I’m looking for. You have everything, the looks, the sound, simply beautiful.” You turned back to face him, face heating up as you shook your head. “I thought you were here to try to help Elvis? Isn’t that what you told his manager?” Ellis laughed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms before his eyes locked to yours; sending a chill down your body as you could tell that his gaze was anything but friendly. “Oh darling, I was here to try to help Elvis out with his career, but I think I found something much better than helping Mister Presley get away from his overbearing manager. You see, I’m looking for the next best thing. I don’t think Elvis fits that bill.” You hummed as he pulled his card out from the breast pocket of his suit before placing it in your hand. “If you ever get tired of being only his background vocals, give me a call, honey. I can help you break out from his shadow.” 
You were taken back at his choice of words, the atmosphere surrounding your meeting with him left a bad taste on your tongue. At that moment, Elvis came up beside you, the high of the party seemingly put him in a great mood as he extended his hand towards Mister Gordon. Ellis shook his hand in return, his eyes never leaving yours as he conversed with your boyfriend. You wrapped your arm into Elvis’s bicep as you shrunk into his side. “I was just talking to your lady here about potentially signing her to my company, you wouldn’t be upset if I took her off of your hands, right?” 
Elvis looked over at you, noticing that you were a bit uncomfortable with the conversation but in Elvis’ true nature, he gave the man a smile before shaking his head. “I ain’t the type of man to hold my lady hostage, but if she isn’t comfortable with doing so, I’ll side with my lady and tell ya that I do mind having you take her from me.” You let out a sigh of relief, but in the back of your mind, you didn’t miss the iniquitous glint in his eye as he walked away from Elvis and you. 
You didn’t let the meeting with Ellis ruin your night though, sticking by Elvis for the remainder of the party while he moved around the room to converse with the people who were present. You had a little more to drink than you noticed, loosening up to dance with your sisters as the party continued on. As the guests began to leave, your sister Myrna had spent more time with Jerry and decided to take him up on his offer for a late nightcap on the town; the rest of your sisters decided that they would hit the casino, while you decided that you would spend the rest of the night with Elvis. You could tell that Elvis was rubbed the wrong way about the interaction with Ellis, holding onto you a bit tighter as you returned to his suite. “I don’t like that Ellis Gordon fella, he was eyeing ya like you were a piece of meat.” He grumbled, sitting on his bed as he puffed away at his second cigar of the night.
“I already told him that I wasn’t interested in heading off to California, I have everything that I need right here in Vegas.” You would tell him, sitting beside him on the bed as your arms wrapped around his midsection. You were hesitant in telling Elvis about the look in his eyes, but you knew that you were always honest with Elvis. This was something that Elvis loved about your relationship, you were very honest. You never kept important decisions from him and you also never failed to tell him what he needed to know; even in your relationship. Whether it was something that was beneficial or not, you would let him know about it. “He had that look in his eyes, E. I don’t think it’ll be the last that we see Ellis, and I am thoroughly concerned.” Elvis looked at you, eyes softening at your vulnerability before turning to face you. “What do ya mean, chocolate? Did he say something else to ya?” You could tell the wheels in his brain were turning, knowing that it didn’t take much for him to call Red and set something in motion. 
“No, but he didn’t have to say anything for me to get a bad vibe from him. I don’t want you to do something that you regret either. You know I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. E, I can’t read him. He’s bad news.” You spoke as you leaned against his forearm, looking up at the man who had become your entire world these last couple of months. “Chocolate, I’m not gon’ do nothin’ that will put ya in harm's way. Ya know this, but if he does anything to harm ya, I can’t promise that I will stand down.” His southern charm lit a fire into you, piled on with the amount of alcohol that was in your system. 
You climbed on his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you stared into those deep blues, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. He chuckled against your lips as he placed the cigar down in the ashtray that sat on the table behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m glad that you are up here with me, I’ve been wantin’ to take ya all night.” You giggled as you pecked little kisses along his jawline, taking in his scent. The scent of spice and the smoke of the cigar drove you wild, removing your arms from around his shoulders as you climbed off of his lap.
You stood before him, pushing the straps of your dress off of your shoulders as you presented your body to him. As you were going to climb back on his lap to continue the sensual nightcap, a knock broke you out of the mood, groaning that you were interrupted with your moment with Elvis. “What?” Elvis grunted out, the drawl that passed his lips sent shivers down your spine. “Boss, I have something important to talk to ya about.” It was Red. You hurriedly pulled your straps back over your shoulders, rubbing the wrinkles out on your dress as Elvis stood up from the bed, walking over to open the door for Red to enter. Red looked startled, noticing that you were there before entering the suite. He threw a quick smile in your direction, earning a wave from you as he stood in front of Elvis. “Boss, something’s happened. Jerry and Myrna was nearly run off the road, but they are alright.” Red spoke, the dread covering your body as you ran up to Red. “Where is she? Is she alright?” 
Red turned to face you, his eyes locking on you as he nodded. “They weren’t hurt, but Jerry was beat up pretty bad. He was tryin’ to protect Myrna from getting kidnapped by some men.” Elvis ran his fingers through his raven colored locks, turning back to Red. He was angry at this point, pacing the room. “And where the hell were ya? I told ya to send someone with them, they need protection at all times.” He roared, before continuing to speak much softly as he noticed that you were pretty shaken up from the revelation that Myrna could have been kidnapped by someone. Elvis wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your head as he reassured you that everything would be okay. “Where is he? Where is Jerry?” Elvis asked softly, still holding your shaking frame in his arms. “He just got back from being checked out by Dr. Nick, Myrna is with him in his room.” At that moment, Elvis wanted to see him. Red led you and Elvis to Jerry’s room, you immediately broke free from Elvis as you ran over to your sister. 
Myrna had been crying, but she was more worried about Jerry. Elvis stepped further into the room, his face grimacing as he took in Jerry’s battered body. “Jerry, are ya okay? What happened?” He demanded, his anger brewing again. Elvis was a peaceful man, always giving and kind to those that he met; however, one thing he couldn’t stand was someone harming one of his people. “I’m alright, E. The fuckers got the best of me, but I couldn’t let them take Myrna. They said that if anyone wanted to know who sent them, talk to Ellis.” Ellis did this and you knew it had something to do with you. You suddenly became inconsolable, weeping as you held Myrna. “Bird, what’s the matter? What’s going on?” Myrna asked as she pulled away from you, wrapping her arms around you as she rubbed your back. “I think he sent those people to harm you and Jerry because of me. I didn’t tell you but Ellis spoke to me at the party and he wants to sign me, take me from the group and from Elvis. I didn’t think he would use such dangerous tactics to spook me.” 
Myrna sighed as she looked up at Elvis. “Did you know about this?” She asked, getting her answer by the swift nod from Elvis. “She told me, but we were in the middle of talking about it before Red found us and let us know what happened. Don’t worry, he’s gonna pay.” Elvis spoke, patting Jerry on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, E. Those men were dangerous people. Who's to say that they won’t come after Y/N next?” Elvis knew that Jerry was right, the last thing he wanted was to put you into harm’s way because he was angry that one of his men were hurt. “What should we do, Jerry? Y/N said that he had a look in his eyes that she didn’t like. I don’t think we should be sitting on our asses waiting for him to make another move.” Red sighed, looking over at Elvis before walking over to the alcohol table. “We should definitely make a move before he does something else. But, we have to make sure that the girls are safe. He wants Y/N, he’s using these offhanded tactics to try to scare her into giving in. We know she’s loyal to you and to the Sweets, but he’s gonna try any and everything to get her to give in.” 
“I read about this Ellis Gordon man while we were at the hospital. He’s a bad man, Elvis. He has ties with the mafia, he pays them for protection and to do his bidding. He has the connections to get anything that he wants, most of his clients didn’t hesitate into giving in because they were threatened by the mob.” Myrna sobbed, looking down at her little sister, scared that she was in this situation. “Y/N is strong-willed and he likes that, but he doesn’t like being told no. He’s gonna do anything to get Y/N and if he has to go through you and the mafia, he’s gonna do it without lifting a finger.” You looked over at Elvis, worried sick that a man was willing to resort to dangerous tactics against the man that you loved and his friends to get you. “Red is right, we shouldn’t sit here like ducks waiting for his next move. However, I want you to promise me, Elvis. Promise me that you won’t do anything to ruin your career and your life, I want you to be safe. I want you to come back to me in one piece or I will kick your ass myself.” Elvis chuckled, nodding his head as he tilted his head towards the door for Jerry and Red to follow him. 
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You had no clue about what Elvis had planned for Ellis, but nevertheless, the shows continued. Surely enough, you didn’t see Ellis at the following shows, but you didn’t miss how strange men would sit throughout the crowd with their eyes on you. “I’m sure I’m being watched, Dee.” You would tell your sister, Dee Dee as you stood on the stage but she would dismiss your claims that you were shaken up about the incident with Jerry and Myrna. You weren’t crazy; you were being watched and you had to prove it. After one of the dinner shows, you managed to slip away from your sisters and Elvis to have a night to yourself at the casino. As you sat at the Blackjack table, a man sat next to you as he slid a note in your direction. You turned to face the man, but he was already gone. You shakingly swallowed as you picked up the note that he had left you, your eyes reading over the words as your heart sank into your stomach. It was a note from Ellis and he proved all that you feared in his words. 
Darling,
Now, I’ve tried to be fair and allow you to come to me on your own accord. It seems that I have to take matters into my own hands, if you aren’t willing to come to me on your own. What would your family think if something happened to your beloved sisters? What would you think would happen to your beloved Elvis if his career and his life went up into flames? Wouldn’t they blame you? I don’t want that to happen, darling. However, I believe that we should find some common ground, don’t you think? I have eyes everywhere in Vegas and these are the same eyes that you’ve seen sitting in the crowd during the shows. Don’t think I won’t hesitate to make something so simple into something more explosive. If you are willing to listen to my proposition, meet me tomorrow night at the Top of the Mint at the Binion’s Gambling Hall. 9:00 PM, don’t make me wait any longer or I’ll have my answer. Then, your troubles will really start.
Ellis
You didn’t even notice that tears were streaming down your cheeks until the man who was stationed at the table asked if you were alright. You wiped the tears from your cheeks as you nodded your head. “Tim, I’m alright. I’m gonna go, I’m sorry to waste your time.” You uttered with a shaky voice as you stood up from the table, grabbing your purse. You had to see Elvis, running out of the casino before pressing the button to the only elevator that went up to his suite. The elevator doors opened, revealing Red who was conversing with Charlie about something you couldn’t make out. They looked over at you, their smiles wiping off of their faces at the sight of your trembling frame clutching the note in your hand. “Hey, Y/N. What’s going on?” Charlie asked, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into the elevator. “Ellis. He–,” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you broke out in inconsolable sobs, hiding your face into his chest. They didn’t need to know anything else as Red pressed the button to the penthouse. 
The ride up to the penthouse was quiet except from your sobbing as Charlie led you off of the elevator toward Elvis’ room. Red knocked on the door, calling out to Elvis that they had something to discuss. Elvis opened the door with a smile on his face, but once he saw you, his bright smile that you always loved faltered from his face. “Chocolate, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You couldn’t look into his eyes as tears flowed down your cheeks as you shook your head. Charlie rubbed your arms as he looked at Elvis, a grimace on his face as he spoke the words that you couldn’t form. “She said it has something to do with Ellis, Boss.” Elvis stepped back from the threshold, allowing Charlie to lead you into the room as you struggled to catch your breath. “Someone tell me what the hell is going on and why my girl is cryin’!” Elvis raised his voice, stepping towards you to pull you into his arms. 
You handed him the note that the man had given you from Ellis. Elvis read over the note, his body stiff as he let out expletives that you couldn’t hear. “He’s been sending people to watch her? This son of a bitch is asking to get his teeth knocked in.” Elvis grumbled as he crumbled up the note in his hand, throwing it in the waste basket near the alcohol table. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering that he would take care of everything. “He said I had to meet with him or something bad would happen to my sisters and to you. I don’t know what to do, Elvis. I can’t live if something happened to my sisters, I can’t live if something happened to you.” You weeped, wrapping your arms around him as you struggled to compose yourself. Elvis held you in his arms tightly as he looked over at Red and Charlie who were watching you crumble. “Boss, he’s threatening to harm the Sweets and you, something has to be done.” Charlie spoke, earning a turn of phrase from Red as well. 
Elvis didn’t say anything, only letting out a sigh as he shook his head. “I don’t give a damn if anything happens to me, what’s more important is that Y/N and the Sweets are safe. We are gonna go along with his plan, but if he gets sly, I’m pulling Y/N out of there. You boys hear me?” They nodded as they turned to exit his suite. “What do I have to do?” You asked, looking up at your lover, hoping that he would have a solution from this spiraling situation that you had found yourself in. “I know you don’t want to do this, ‘cause I don’t want you to do this either, but you’re gonna have to be strong when I tell you this, honey.” You wiped your tears away from your eyes as he sat you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you. “You’re gonna have to meet with him, at least to figure out what his plan for you is. Hear me out, baby. I’m gonna send Red and Sonny with you, but he won’t know that they are there.” You nodded your head as you continued to listen to him. 
“If things get bad, they will be there to protect ya. I know that it’s a lot on ya and I’m not expecting ya to act a certain way because you have protection. Stay strong and let him know that you aren’t going along with his plan. Leave the rest to me.” He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, brushing your curly locks from your eyes before pressing his pillowy soft lips to your forehead. You placed your hands on top of his, looking into his cerulean eyes as a blanket of protection surrounded you. You knew that Elvis would do anything in his power to ensure that you and your sisters were safe. 
“Okay, I’ll do it, Elvis. But you have to promise me that you won’t put yourself or the boys at risk. This man is dangerous.” You whispered as you pressed your forehead against his, his scent enveloping you completely. “I promise ya, darlin’. I won’t let anything happen to me or the boys, but your safety comes first. You know that, right?” You nodded in affirmation, letting him hold you for the rest of the night as your mind ran ragged from the thoughts of your upcoming meeting with Ellis. 
The following day came, but you weren’t looking forward to the meeting that you were having with Ellis. Your sisters could tell that you weren’t comprehensively yourself, but they couldn’t do anything to make you feel better. Myrna found out about your meeting with Ellis earlier that morning from Jerry, filling your sisters in which you would only hear about for the majority of the day. “We know that you have to do what you have to do to ensure our safety and Elvis’ safety, but we want you to know that we are here.” Estelle spoke as she sat next to you at the hotel’s pool. “You don’t have to be afraid to tell us what’s on your mind, little bird.” Dee Dee expressed, sitting on the other side of you, wrapping her arms around you as you stared mindlessly at the glistening blue water in front of you. “Jerry said that Elvis has a plan, but he wouldn’t tell me what it is. I don’t care to know about it, but I told Jerry that the only thing I’m worried about is for our little sister’s safety. You had better be safe at the end of the day.” 
You looked up at Myrna, softly smiling at the grin that was on her face. “I’ll be safe, Red and Sonny will be there with me.” You spoke, hearing a sigh of relief from your sisters as they relaxed upon hearing that you would have some protection. The rest of the day, they did everything in their power to ensure that you were relaxed as the show would start later that night. As you walked on stage to get into position, Estelle pointed out that the same men who were there nights before were sitting in the crowd; their eyes watching you. At this point, you didn’t care. You were fed up with the situation, wanting nothing more than to tell Ellis off for sending people to watch you and your family. “I don’t even care, Estelle. I’m ready to get this meeting over with so Elvis can do what he needs to get this man off of my back.” You shrugged, a smile crossing your lips as the lights in the showroom begin to dim which meant that the show was soon underway. The music began to play the familiar tune of ‘That's All Right’, you and your sisters standing up from your chairs to dance along with the music.
Elvis walked in his normal route, his hand quickly grabbing yours as he locked eyes with you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as the curtains began to rise. Elvis had the power to make your anxieties go away; whether from a kiss or a glance, so you weren’t worried about anything in the slightest as you would go on to sing the correct words and hit the correct octaves when it called for it. Seemingly, Elvis wasn’t bothered that the men were there, giving his all during the show. He would crack his usual jokes, conversing with the crowd, and even changing a few of the lyrics along the way. You were enthralled with his stage presence, falling in love deeply with him and his charisma as the show continued on. However, once the show was coming to an end, you would get a sinking feeling in your stomach knowing that you would soon have to meet with Ellis after the show was over. Forgoing the final song, Elvis would sing Twenty Days and Twenty Nights. Your sisters would look over at you, their brows raising as you shrugged in their direction. 
City ways are strange to me, I can't make it
For it's not like it ought to be, I can't take it
Gotta face the truth one day, man can't always run away from trouble
No, now for twenty days and twenty nights I've been a fool
And that ain't right, without her
You knew that Elvis was singing this song for you, but you didn’t realize that he was being vulnerable to the fact that his woman would meet with a man who could do harm to her. Elvis thanked the crowd as the curtain began to fall, turning to you before making his way over to you. He opened his arms to you, pulling you into his embrace as he kissed your forehead again. “Be careful, chocolate mama. Red and Sonny will be there, but don’t think that I won’t come down if things get out of hand.” You nodded, ensuring him that you were strong, Ellis wouldn’t get his way. 
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You made your way to the Binion’s Gambling Hall, Red and Sonny hot on your trail as they reminded you that they would be at a table out of sight from Ellis. “If things get too uncomfortable for you, Y/N–,” You turned to face Red, softly smiling as you patted his shoulder before looking over at Sonny. “I know, I’ll give you the signal. I’m a big girl, boys. I can do this.” Sonny nodded, opening the door to the Top of the Mint restaurant, allowing you to enter first. They found a table out of sight, but they had a perfect view of the table where Ellis was sitting. You took a deep breath before walking over to the table that Ellis had reserved, taking in him sitting there like he owned the place. He was smoking away at a cigarette, a smile crossing his lips as he took in your appearance. “You cleaned up well from the last time I saw you at Elvis’ party, darling. Sit.” He pointed to the chair in front of him, watching you with the same malicious look that he had a couple of nights ago. 
“So, why am I here, Ellis?” You asked, crossing your arms as you locked eyes with the man who was tormenting you with his watchful eyes and glutinous tactics. “You already know why you’re here, Y/N. You’re smarter than you’re leading on, darling. I want you and all the talent that you have, you gotta admit that you are better than the Sweets. You’re much better than background singing in the spotlight of another person.” He chuckled, putting his cigarette out, leaning over the table as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Elvis is heading down the path that will ultimately lead to his demise, but it doesn’t have to be the end for you.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his audacity to speak about your boyfriend in that way. “Elvis is a talented man, he is bigger than any musician that has graced this planet. If I’m being honest, I would rather follow him than go with you. You’re dangerous, only getting your way by having some men do your bidding for you. Elvis doesn’t have to do that, he already has everything and can give me more than you ever could.” 
Ellis laughed at your remark, crossing his arms as he moved his eyes to the table over in the corner. “Is that why he sent his dogs to protect you? You must think I’m pretty foolish to not know that he would allow his woman to meet with a man alone, right?” You shook your head as you leaned up in your chair, sucking your teeth as you looked at him with a deadly glint in your eyes. “His dogs as you call them are more gentlemanly than your animals who tried to harm my sister. You didn’t think that I didn’t know that it was you, right? After all, it’s awfully convenient that you would send some men to try to kidnap my sister and beat up her boyfriend right after you spoke with me and Elvis.” You were tired of his antics, putting your foot down that you wouldn’t be like those other people that he bullied into working for him. “What is so good about signing me that you’d have to result in harming the ones that I love? I’m nothing but a black woman from New Jersey, what exactly do you want from me?” 
Ellis smirked, raising his brows as he crossed his hands together before opening his mouth to speak. “Oh darling, I’ve been following the Sweets since the beginning. I’d have to admit that I’m a fan of sorts, but there’s something about you that makes me want to break the family affair up. Honey, I always get what I want. What I want is you; I want your voice, and hell, I wouldn’t complain if you want to give me your body; because, let’s be honest, do you believe that you will be with Elvis forever?” 
You gasped, grabbing the water glass that sat in front of you before throwing the contents in his face. “I’m not a whore that you can use as you please, Mister Gordon. So please, collect yourself. I’m not signing to you and I damn sure ain’t giving you my body, I'd rather die than to lay with such a repugnant man as yourself.” Ellis’ smile wiped off of his face at that moment, a malevolent look covering his face as he stood up, grabbing your arm tightly before yanking you over the table. 
“I will get what I want, Y/N, but now you have made it much more exciting. This won’t be the end, I’ll assure you.” You screamed out for Red and Sonny at that moment, hearing their footsteps as they rushed over to you. Sonny punched Ellis across the face, allowing him to release his grip that he had on your arm. Red pulled you into his arms as Sonny picked Ellis up by the collar of his suit, spitting out some expletives as he landed a couple more punches on the man. “Alright Sonny, that’s enough! Let’s get Y/N back.” Red shouted, taking note of the people who were crowding around at the spectacle that was happening around you. “She’s not signing with you, Ellis. Leave her be, alright?” Sonny spoke as he dropped the man to the ground, him smiling as he wiped the blood off of his lips. “It’s not over, Y/N! I’ll always get what I want!” Ellis screamed after you as Red and Sonny led you out of the restaurant, his words ringing in your head as you shook from the adrenaline of the moment and the fear that what he said would cause danger to you and your sisters, but also Elvis. 
When Elvis heard about it, he nearly destroyed his suite, trying to find Ellis himself. “Elvis, calm down. She’s safe.” Jerry spoke as he looked over at you, sobbing into Myrna’s arms as she tried to console you. “That son of a bitch told her that he ain’t letting up, Jerry! How in the hell am I supposed to sit still knowing that he could do anything to harm her?” Elvis held on to the bar, his knuckles turning white from the amount of strength that he was using to hold on. You winced, hiding your face in Myrna’s face, not wanting to witness Elvis during his destructive moment. “Elvis, please. You’re scaring her.” Myrna pleaded, looking down at you as you continued sobbing in her neck. “We are gonna end this, boys. That son of a bitch is gonna regret messing with my chocolate mama, I fuckin’ promise ya that.” The silence that enveloped the room left everyone unsure what would happen next. 
While everyone wondered about what would happen next, Ellis was meeting with the mob not far from the International. He was sure that he would come out on top, even if it meant taking Elvis down. You would be his, he could make you much happier than where you were at the moment. Your eyes were telling him something different than you were letting on, which is why he told you that it wasn’t the end for you and him. By the end of tomorrow night, you would have no choice but to board the last flight to California. He would make you see that you were making an enormous mistake by turning him down, but it was even an monumental mistake that Elvis had his men assault him. “What’s the plan, boss? We can take him down before, during, or after his show. All you gotta say is the word.” Ellis put his hand up, silencing the man before him. “We continue as planned, once Y/N sees how serious I am, she will have no choice but to return to California with me. Even if I have to drag her off by her pretty curls.” Ellis chuckled, looking out of the window of his suite. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, darling. I will get what I want.” He spoke, his eyes glaring at the bright lights that adorned the International’s emblem. He will get what he wants, even if he has to shed some blood. He will get you, he was sure of it. 
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went on an adventure. sometimes living in memphis aint so bad :)
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Why Marry
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Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader
Word Count: 13.3K (I got carried away again, I’m not sorry)
Summary: Elvis and Y/N are childhood sweethearts in Tupelo, Mississippi. The love that they have for one another even blossoming when he moves off to Memphis. While he is away in Germany, Y/N marries another man. As time goes on, the two sweethearts grow distant, but can distance cause the heart to grow fonder?
Warnings: ANGST, reader marries another man, mentions of the colonel, a few time skips, talks about Elvis at Sun Records, eventual smut, FLUFF, happy ending for the two
A/N: This is the third installment of my Sweet Inspirations inspired saga. This one a bit sadder than the rest, but I hope that it doesn’t deter you from reading. The fic is based off of The Sweet Inspiration’s ‘Why Marry’. If you would be so kind, check the song out! It’s really good! Like truly! I’m not really good at writing angst, but I think I did a pretty good job at writing this one. It made me cry. As always, I hope you guys enjoy :)
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There are two types of childhood sweethearts: the seasonal sweethearts and the lifelong sweethearts. You would like to think that as long as you knew Elvis, he would be your lifelong sweetheart. You and Elvis were always together, ever since you were kids. There was never a place you or he would go without one another. You were born and raised in Tupelo, living at the Shake Rag because your father left your mother when she was pregnant with you. She was forced to penny pinch and work multiple jobs even after you were born. Your grandmother would watch you, catching on early that you were ever the social butterfly. There was never a stranger that you knew, always wanting to help out even if you didn’t have the financial means to do so. 
Elvis and his mother, Gladys, arrived at Shake Rag when he was a child as his father was carted away to jail for financial troubles. Your mother and grandmother welcomed her and her son with open arms, sometimes inviting them over for dinner when things were a little too rough for them. They even admired little Elvis because he took on the responsibilities of being the man of the house, working alongside his mother so that she wouldn’t have to suffer and struggle alone. At first, he was shy. He wouldn’t speak a word when you would try to share your toys or when you would invite him out to play with you and the other kids. 
As time went on, you didn’t even remember that he was once the shy kid who spent his time reading his Captain Marvel Jr comic books. The only thing that you did remember was he was your best friend and you were his. The Presley family and your family would continue the ritual of having dinners during the weekends, even welcoming Vernon when he returned to his family after his stint in jail. Vernon was a man of only a few words, but he welcomed you into his family as if you were his own. However, outside of Shake Rag, you couldn’t be seen with them due to your color. Times were hard; sometimes, you would cry because you wanted to attend school with Elvis, having to attend a different school because schools were segregated. “Mama, I don’t understand why I can’t go to school with Elvis. He’s still my best friend.” You would cry into your pillow as your mama tried to console you. “Darling, nothing will change between you and Elvis, but you know how outside people will view your relationship. He’s white and you’re black, baby. That’s the way God created you.” 
You would try to not let the situation deter you, waiting for Elvis to return home every afternoon from school. Both of your mothers would let you sit on their porch alternatively, where you would do your homework together. He would even read his comic books to you, telling you his dreams of wanting to fly to the rock of eternity just like his favorite comic book hero. You grew to admire his aspirations, thinking about your hopes and dreams and how Elvis would fit. You could only hope that the world was ready to embrace you and Elvis together.
Your relationship with Elvis would change drastically as he grew into a teenager, puberty nearly catching you by surprise at how handsome he had become. He was finally changing from the shy kid who never went far without his mama to having full confidence due to his looks. You also couldn’t miss how girls would follow him wherever he would go, causing you to experience your first taste of jealousy because you were afraid that you would lose your best friend. However, Elvis would always remind you that you were his bestest girl; that nothing and nobody would ever change that. 
You would hold on to his words, noticing how he would linger his gaze on you as puberty finally caught up with you. His eyes would move along your curves, commenting on how the only girl that lived in Shake Rag projects was turning into a woman. You didn’t miss how his hands would linger at the swell of your hips as he would hug you, his touch sending shivers through your body. Times were changing and you weren’t getting any younger. You didn’t know what to do with the feelings that you felt whenever you were around Elvis and you could tell that his feelings were changing from platonic to much more.
One night, Elvis was sitting outside of his house, strumming his guitar that his daddy had bought him from the general store in town. You had finished helping your mother with chores, deciding that you needed some air. You also wanted to catch a glance of the boy who was starting to become the center of your world. He was singing a song that you had heard him sing before; Woody Herman’s ‘Let Me Love You Tonight’ but it was something about the way he crooned that sent your heart reeling.
Let me love you tonight
Let me tell you how much I adore all of your charms
Though you leave me tomorrow, for this night we’ll borrow a love song
Let me love you tonight
Let me thrill to the touch of your sheltering arms
Til the scent of the roses caresses and closes your eyes
You sat down beside him, his eyes staring into yours as he continued to play his guitar. You hummed along with him, closing your eyes as you listened to his crooning and only in that moment, it was the two of you. He finished the song, placing the guitar down beside the rocking chair that he was sitting in. You opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile, but he didn’t return it. “What’s the matter, honey? You look like you’ve been told some bad news.” He sighed, standing up from the chair before walking towards the side of his porch; his eyes looking towards the night sky. “We are leaving Tupelo.” You stood up in a hurry, walking over to where he was standing; your body facing him as you made sure that you heard him correctly. “Leaving? Where are you going?” You asked, feeling your heart tearing apart at the seams. He turned to face you, his eyes shining with tears as he couldn’t meet your eyes as he started to explain the shift happening in his life. 
“We are moving to Memphis. At the end of the week. Daddy got a better job out there, so we are packing up and going with him.” His voice shook as he tried to hold himself together, the pain of having to part from you seemingly turned his world upside down. “Did you just find this out? Why are you only telling me now?” Your eyes filled with tears, unable to hold them back as they freely flowed from your eyes. Elvis took you by the hands, holding them tightly in his as he looked at you. He had never seen you cry like this; sure, he had seen you cry when you were kids when the neighborhood kids would tease you about having cooties, but he had never seen you cry like this. It broke his heart into many pieces, but there was nothing he could do about the situation. “I found out last night, Satnin. I just couldn’t find the words to tell ya. Don’t be mad at me, please? Not when we only have a few days to spend together.” You sniffled at his explanation, looking away from him to look up at the night sky; the stars seemingly not as bright as other nights. 
“Satnin, I think before I leave, I have to get some things off of my chest or it’ll kill me.” You looked back at Elvis, pulling your hands away to wipe the tears that were drying on your skin. You nodded your head, crossing your arms to hold yourself as you waited for him to speak. “Y/N, I don’t wanna leave Tupelo without tellin’ ya how I feel about ya. You know you’re my bestest girl and that’ll never change. But, I don’t wanna be friends anymore.” He put his hand up to stop you from responding, taking a deep breath before he stepped forward towards you.
“I don’t want to only be your friend. I don’t wanna be the older brother to ya, I don’t wanna be the boy that you run to when you’re havin’ boy troubles either. I wanna be more than that, lil’.” You shook your head, not comprehending what he was saying, but you kept your mouth shut in hopes that he would connect the missing piece. “What I’m sayin’ is, I’m not good at this confessing type of stuff. I wanna be your boyfriend, honey. I wanna be the one you can run to when you’re having troubles, the one you call when you have exciting things to say. Ya get what I’m saying to ya?” 
Elvis looked into your eyes as you stared back at him, unable to fully grasp what he was saying to you. “M-my boyfriend? Well, yeah. I want you to be my boyfriend, Elvis. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. I just don’t want you to leave.” You whispered to him, sniffling once again as the tears threatened to flow once again. Elvis wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, pulling you into his arms as his mood shifted from what was somber only a few moments ago. “I’m sure glad to hear that you agree. Mama told me that I should make a move before it was too late, but I’m so glad that you agreed.” At that moment, he pressed his soft lips upon yours, taking you by surprise as he pulled you closer into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back softly before he pulled away; his eyes moving back up to the night sky that shined brightly as the only peace that was present was having you in his arms. 
The week flew by, the pain and heartbreak that you felt grew as you knew that Elvis and his family were leaving. The day that they were due to leave, your family waited in front of their house, helping them pack everything into their family truck. You were clinging on to Elvis, sobbing with grief as he repeated over and over that he would call you every day. As they got everything settled, you were forced to let him go so that he could climb in the truck after his mama. You and your family watched as they pulled away from Shake Rag, Elvis’ eyes never leaving yours until their truck was no longer in sight.
Elvis stayed true to his word, calling you every day and sending letters about his new life in Memphis. He would tell you how much he missed you, how much he wanted you there with him. He had started school shortly after, telling you about how the boys would pick on him because he would walk around the school grounds, strumming his guitar and singing. He would also tell you about how the girls would follow him around, wanting to hear more from the new kid with the southern croon. 
School was uneventful for you as you would only go to school and then rush home because you didn’t want to miss a phone call from him. You would beg and plead with your mama to pack up and leave Tupelo behind, wanting to move to Memphis to be closer to Elvis and his family. Gladys would stay in touch with your mother, telling her about the opportunities that Memphis held. It didn’t take much convincing for your mother to agree, so at the end of the following year, your family packed up and moved away from Tupelo, finding a new life in Memphis. Your mother managed to find a cheap home, taking a job as a seamstress in town as you would continue with school. You would eventually pick up a job as well at the local diner downtown in your spare time, but you would also spend as much time as possible with Elvis and his family.
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Memphis was much different than the life that you had in Tupelo. You were in another world compared to Shake Rag, so it took some time getting used to. There were places where you couldn’t go, only imagining how life would be if segregation wasn’t a thing. Elvis was about to graduate high school and so were you, so there was no doubt that things were going to change and hopefully for the better. Elvis didn’t have any plans about what he wanted to do after high school, but one thing he knew that he wanted to do was marry you. You were over the moon at the thought of becoming Mrs. Presley, talking to your friends about how you wanted to be by his side every step of the way. 
Your mother thought you were crazy, in fact, she made it known that she didn’t think it was a good idea, considering how the world was. “Baby girl, you and Elvis are no longer at Shake Rag. Do you know what people would say if they saw Elvis walking around town with a black girl on his arm? You and him could be in for a world of trouble.” You didn’t care though, dismissing her words as her just being worried. “Mama, I know where you are coming from. Believe me, I’ve seen the hateful looks that I get when I’m walking to work. Elvis ain’t that way and neither is his family. As long as they’ll accept me, nothing else matters.” Your mother would sigh, rubbing your back as she shook her head. “You’ll see, baby. You’ll see.” 
You would tell Elvis about the conversations that you and your mother would have, him sighing over the phone as he couldn’t seem to understand how people could have a problem with him wanting to marry the woman that he loved. “Honey, you’re my bestest girl. You know that, right?” You would always tell him that you knew that, but the truth always nagged in the back of your mind that maybe your mother was right. Soon enough, Elvis graduated from Humes and you were on your way to graduating a few days after. During the summer, Elvis would spend time with you at his house where his family would have barbecues and family gatherings. He would always carry his guitar, stating that he never knew when an opportunity would present itself. 
At night, he would sit on his porch beside you, singing ballads about love. You knew that he loved you and you loved him just the same. By the time August rolled around, he still had no plans for the future; taking odd jobs to help his family when Vernon couldn’t pay the bills. Although this plan wasn’t getting off the ground, you still supported him in everything that he did. One morning, he called you excited. “What’s going on, Elvis?” You could feel his enthusiasm through the phone, smiling widely as you listened to him speak. “I finally have the chance to go down to Sun Records to record a song! I want ya there with me, baby. Can you come, please?” His boyish whine flipped your heart in your chest, remembering the charm that he had all those years ago in Tupelo. 
“Of course, Elvis! I wouldn’t miss anything like this for the world. Are we going today?” Elvis hummed, the tone in his voice made you feel exhilarated. “Yes, I’m gonna come pick ya up shortly! I want ya to dress in your best, this is gonna be the beginning of our lives, Satnin. I’m finally gonna be able to do something other than work on iceboxes.” You hung up with him shortly after, running past your mother as she looked confused at your sudden excitement. “Elvis is going down to Sun Records to perform a record! He wants me to come with him!” She laughed, shaking her head as she told you to be careful and to make sure to be home for dinner. Elvis made it to your house shortly after, honking the horn to get your attention. “Mama, Elvis is here! I’ll be home for dinner, I love you.” You kissed her cheek before running out of the door. Elvis kissed your forehead as you entered his truck, speeding away from your house. On the ride there, Elvis would practice the lines for the songs that he was going to record, you listening with a smile on your face. 
You were anxious and rightfully so. You knew that this was a brand new journey for the boy that you loved and yet, you were frightened that he would be let down. You didn’t want to tell him your thoughts, so you kept them at the back of your mind as you neared the recording studio. Elvis didn’t let the car completely shut off before he jumped out of the driver’s side, running around to help you out of the cab of the truck. “Come on, Satnin. I don’t wanna be late.” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you inside. The recording studio was small on the inside, but you were astonished at the sight of guitars and pictures that adorned the walls. “I’m here for the noon recording. I’m Elvis Presley.” The woman looked at him with a smile on her face, handing him the clipboard for him to sign in. “Pleased to meet ya, Elvis. I’m Marion Keisker. If you enter that room right over there, we will get you set up for your session.” Marion looked over at you, a smile on her face as she moved from around the desk. 
“Are you here for a session, miss?” You shook your head vigorously, pointing towards the room that Elvis had now disappeared to. “Oh no, ma’am, I’m here with him.” You were waiting for her to look at you in disgust, fearing that she would throw you out of the studio for even thinking about being in the same room as Elvis. Instead, her smile widened as her eyes never left yours. “You’re more than welcome to join him, it looks like he’s gonna need your good luck charms.” She led you into the room, your face in awe at the equipment that looked like it cost more than you made in a week. “Satnin, this is great! Look! They got a picture of B.B. King!” Elvis was like a kid in a candy store, awestruck that he would be recording in the same building as the musicians that he grew up listening to. Marion and a man who was holding the clipboard that she was once holding before, entered shortly after. “Alright, Elvis. I’m Sam Phillips, the owner of Sun Records. Let’s see what songs you got for us.” 
Marion stopped Sam before he could leave to go into the booth, turning to Elvis before crossing her arms. “What kind of singer are you, Mister Presley?” Elvis turned around from where he was standing, gripping his guitar as his smile crossed his lips. “I sing all kinds, ma’am. I can sing whatever ya want me to sing.” She smiled, pressing the matter further. “Who do you think you sound like?” Elvis shrugged, his cerulean eyes glittering under the studio lights. He was in his element, you knew it from the time that he walked inside. This was his moment and you were going to be there every step of the way. “Well ma’am, I–I don’t sound like nobody.” Sam nudged Marion, tilting his head toward the booth. “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” Sam and Marion disappeared in the booth, leaving you with Elvis. “You sound like Elvis Presley, honey. That’s good enough for me and it’ll be good enough for everyone else.” Elvis smiled at that, leaning in to kiss your cheek before he moved towards the microphone. 
“Alright Elvis, what is the first song that ya wanna record?” Elvis thought for a second before leaning into the microphone. “That’s where your heartaches begin.” You smiled, knowing that was one of the songs that his mother adored. Her birthday was coming soon, so you knew that he wanted one of these songs to be a gift for her. “That’s where your heartaches begin, take one.” Sam spoke, pointing toward Elvis to begin. You sat in a nearby chair, watching as Elvis crooned into the microphone, his fingers strumming on the guitar strings. He sounded beautiful, making you swoon with each word. Elvis may have been playing around when he would sing on some occasions, but you could tell that he was singing from his heart. You looked over at the booth where Marion and Sam were, noticing that Marion looked amazed at how he sounded. You couldn’t help but to smile, knowing that he was sure to be discovered if he kept this up. 
Once the recording of the song was finished, Elvis looked over at you with a hopeful smile. You could tell that he was a bit relaxed now, but he was still trembling with nerves as if he was performing before a huge crowd. “You can do this, honey. I believe in you.” The next song was My Happiness, a song that you heard him sing on multiple occasions when it was only you and him. You were sure that this would be your wedding song with him, picturing yourself dancing the night away in his arms after he made you his wife. He winked at you, making your face heat up with ease as he always had done. Sam pointed towards him again, giving him the cue to begin. Elvis took a deep breath, playing on his guitar once again as he began to sing. 
Evening shadows make me blue
When each weary day is through
How I long to be with you
My happiness
Every day I reminisce 
Dreaming of your tender kiss
Always thinking how I miss
My happiness
You could do nothing at that moment, the feeling of love pouring out of his soul as you witnessed Elvis doing the thing that he loved. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Elvis continued crooning into the microphone. He was truly out of this world; you knew that this was his time to shine and that he was sharing that light with anyone who would listen. He finished the song as Marion and Sam walked into the room. Marion still had a smile on her face, while Sam clapped his hands in astonishment at the boy who stood before him. “Thank you sir, I really appreciate ya lettin’ me record these songs for my mama.”
Sam patted him on the shoulder, not really saying much words before Elvis took you by the hand, leading you out of the studio. “Do ya think mama would like these records? I feel like Sam didn’t really like it.” Elvis told you as he drove you back to your house. “Are you hearing yourself, Elvis? Your mama will love it! You’re her world. I’m sure they liked the songs too. You are extremely talented, honey. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” Elvis didn’t say anything at that moment, the silence was still nice as the drive continued. 
As time went on, Elvis didn’t hear anything from Sam or Marion, so he figured that they didn’t care for the songs. His mother adored them, playing the records until it drove the entire house crazy. You didn’t mind it, supporting Elvis was always something that you loved. As the new year rolled around, Elvis would return to Sun Records to record more songs and you would be there every step of the way. It wasn’t until the following summer that his luck would finally turn around when he had the opportunity to record more songs. Elvis had met new people around that time: Scotty Moore and Bill Black and they had formed their little group “The Blue Moon Boys”. Scotty and Bill had become brothers to you, always happy to see you when Elvis would come around. The summer was grueling and unforgiving in Memphis, but you never swayed in your support of Elvis. You were sitting in the studio again until the night, fanning yourself with one of the lyric papers that Elvis had. 
Elvis was growing impatient with the entire thing, hinting on one or more occasions that it was time to lay down the guitar and continue working at the electric company. You were a little worn out at the late nights, but you knew that if he continued on, he would eventually strike gold. Elvis decided that he would be his normal joking self, playing tunes on his guitar as he danced around. He decided to sing Arthur Crudup’s That’s All Right, jumping around and making jokes. Bill and Scotty decided to join in on his shenanigans, thinking that it was only something to lighten the mood. Sam peeked his head out from the booth, listening for a while before he asked them what they were doing. “We don’t know.” Scotty responded, beginning to put down his guitar. “Do it again.” Sam said as he went back into the booth, pointing to Elvis to start again. You were enthralled, watching the boys dance around as Elvis sang into the microphone, not sure what would come out of it. 
However, he would soon know what did come out of that night session as three days later, Elvis called you on the phone, telling you to turn on the radio. “They are playing my song, Satnin! Turn on the radio.” You hurriedly ran into the living room, turning on the radio where you heard Elvis’ voice singing through the speakers. You thought that you were dreaming, yelling out for your mother to join you. “Mama! Elvis is on the radio!” Your mother walked into the living room, a smile on her face and you thought you saw a stray tear fall down her cheek as she pulled you into a hug. “I knew Elvis could do it, honey. I’m gonna call Gladys later to congratulate them on raising a superstar.” You were so proud of him, wanting to scream at the top of your lungs that your sweetheart was on every radio station. However, you decided to keep yourself together so that he would thoroughly enjoy this moment. 
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His stardom didn’t stop on that fateful July afternoon. In fact, he was beginning to perform every chance that he could. You couldn’t go to these performances as much as you wanted to, your mother would remind you repeatedly how dangerous it could be to publicly show your support and love for Elvis. You felt defeated; the thoughts that crossed your mind was nothing short of doubt that your relationship with him would withstand his newfound fame. You could see how the girls liked him, screaming like canaries whenever he was in the room. While he was gone, you wouldn’t hear from him days at a time, but you knew that in your heart that you were his only girl. When Elvis returned from his performances, he had a new person in his circle. He told you that this man was his new manager, someone who could help him with making it mainstream. Colonel Tom Parker was a strange man, in fact, he didn’t look like any colonel that you’ve seen. 
Elvis didn’t notice the things that you did, excited at the idea that he would soon star in his first film, ‘Love Me Tender’. The film was a success, shooting Elvis further in the limelight. With Elvis enjoying the attention that he was enjoying, you were suddenly no longer enjoying being left in the dark like a secret. This would start unwarranted arguments between the two of you, leaving cracks that were beginning to show in your relationship. You had never fought with Elvis, even as kids. You could tell that Elvis was blind to the fact that your feelings were beginning to be hurt, not wanting to stand in the way of his success but you also didn’t want to be ignored.
Through all of this, Elvis would constantly remind you that you were his bestest girl and when the time was right, you would be married. This time around, you weren’t so sure if you believed him. He was so far away from you, even if he was in the same room as you. You could only continue supporting him from afar and as much as your mother would tell you that this was the only choice that you had, you were beginning to see that maybe it was the right one. 
You would continue working at the diner, taking as many shifts as you could so that you wouldn’t think about losing Elvis. One day, you were working when a man walked into the diner, a smile across his face as you welcomed him. He was handsome; tall but slim, and his brown eyes shined under the light. “Welcome to Maggie’s, I’m Y/N. What can I get for you?” The man smiled at you, reading off his order to you as you jotted it down before turning around to leave. “Wait, ma’am. Would you like to join me?” You were flabbergasted that this man was subtly flirting with you, a pang of guilt hitting your gut as you shook your head. “I can’t do that, sir. I’ll be right back with your meal.” You walked away from him, reading off his order to the cook. You begged your friend, Yvette to take over for you; not wanting to show your face to the man again, in hopes that he wouldn’t speak another word to you. 
After much pleading, Yvette agreed. She returned moments later with a sheet of paper, wiggling her brow at you as she smirked. “His name is Charlie.” She walked away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen with a sheet of paper with his number scribbled on it. Charlie would become a regular and at first, you would try to avoid him at all costs. However as time went on, he became a dear friend to you. You would speak on the phone with him sometimes, learning that he was a businessman.
You would lean on Charlie whenever Elvis was away, listening to stories about his life and how he moved to Memphis from Chicago. “Chicago? What made you wanna move all the way down here to Memphis?” Charlie would chuckle over the phone, humming under his breath before responding to you. “I used to think the same thing, but now, I have a good reason why I moved down here. I didn’t think I would meet such a beautiful lady as yourself.” You would remind him that you had a boyfriend, but he would tell you that if your boyfriend had any sense, he wouldn’t leave you alone. 
Elvis was busy all of the time, traveling back and forth from Memphis to California as his movie career was taking off. You didn’t miss how Elvis would call you sometimes at night, hearing women in the background. He would dismiss your claims of him cheating on you, telling you that he didn’t want to be with anyone other than you. You were growing tired of being away from him, fed up at the fact that you knew that he was lying to you but you couldn’t do anything about it. Then, Elvis returned home for the holidays.
It was 1957, the year had flown by with Elvis being gone and you working as much as you could at the diner. Elvis invited you and your mother to his home for Christmas, telling you that he wanted to celebrate like you had always done. You begrudgingly agreed, but at the back of your mind, it didn’t feel the same. You and your mother arrived at his new home, taking in the atmosphere of being around him and his family. Gladys welcomed you with open arms, hugging you tightly. “We haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart. How has life been treatin’ you?” 
You smiled at her, your heart breaking as you could tell that something was bothering her. “The same old, the shifts at the diner are starting to wear on my body. I think it’s about time that I do something else.” She could only nod, hugging you once again as Elvis entered the room. He wore a frown on his face, his eyes glistening over with tears as he pulled you into his arms. His scent as always sent your heart soaring, wanting to be near him every chance that you could. “What’s the matter, Elvis? You look as if someone died.” You chuckled, but he didn’t return your smile. “I’m being drafted, Satnin. They are sending me away to Germany for two years. Will ya wait for me? I know I’ve had you waiting for me for three years, but all I’m asking is for a little more time. When I come home, we can get married and you’ll never have to be away from me again.” You were beside yourself at that moment, tears pricking at your eyes as you glared up at him. 
“I’ve been waiting for the moment when I could marry you and now you’re just leaving? Like that?” Your mother looked at you with a look of grief, knowing that your heart was breaking at the words that were passing his lips. “I don’t have a choice, baby. You know if I dodge the draft, I could be arrested. I don’t wanna ruin everything that I’ve ever worked for.” You pulled away from him, taking in the looks from everyone who was witnessing the news. Gladys was crying in her hands, while Vernon was holding her in his arms. Your mother couldn’t say a word, only patting the tears in her eyes at the sight of her daughter’s outburst. “Baby, calm down. Elvis has to go, but he will be back. Don’t worry yourself sick.” You shook your head as you ran out of the house, ignoring the calls from Elvis and your mother. You had to get out of there, not wanting to break down in front of your mother and his family. 
This is it. You’re losing him forever. Elvis is no longer the man that will be your husband, the father of your children, your best friend. He was going to Germany and you don’t even know if he would come home. Your brain screamed at you, causing more tears to flow as you were forced to accept that the cracks that were forming in your relationship with him were now ripping it down the middle. Your mother returned home later that evening, knocking on your bedroom door.
She peeked her head in, her heart breaking as she saw you staring at the picture that you had of you and Elvis as kids. You were happier then, the fame and the women didn’t exist. He only had you and you had him, but things were different now. “He’s leaving after the new year, baby. He told me to tell you that he loved you and that he hopes you’ll be waiting for him when he returns.” You turned your head, eyes glazed over with tears as you shakingly sobbed. “I don’t think he will want me when he comes back, mama. I think we are over.” 
She sighed as she entered your room, sitting next to you on your bed before pulling you into her arms. “If it is meant to be, baby. If it’s meant to be, he will come back to you. You know that.” You shook your head as you sobbed in her arms. She didn’t say anything else, only holding you until you fell asleep in her arms. She was your comfort and she had always been, even when Elvis was around. As time ticked closer to Elvis’ departure, you would avoid him. You wouldn’t return his calls; you were in so much pain that you couldn’t bear to hear his voice. You would even turn the radio when you heard his songs playing. It was as if you were completely shutting him off from you, distancing yourself from him as much as you could. 
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It was finally time for Elvis to ship out to Germany. Your mother was on the phone with Gladys as she cried over the fact that her son was leaving. You would listen behind the door, sobbing quietly as you knew that it was the beginning of the end. The love of your life was leaving and you were so out of it that you didn’t spend as much time as you wanted with him. Your mother called for you, opening the door to the kitchen before handing you the phone. “Elvis wants to talk to you.” You shook your head, pushing the handle of the phone away from you.
“Baby, please. Talk to him. He has something he wants to say.” You sighed, taking the phone from her hands as you put it up your ear. “Elvis?” Your voice shook with so much emotion that nothing else could pass your lips but his name. “Satnin, I know you’ve been avoiding me. I know why, but I want ya to know that I really meant what I said. I’m gonna marry ya when I come home, so please…wait for me.” You could hear his sniffles, your heart breaking all over again as you nodded your head. “I’ll wait for you Elvis. I’ll try to wait for you.” Elvis told you that he loved you for one last time before the phone hung up. 
You placed the phone back on the hook, sobbing in your hands as he was gone. He was gone and he would be gone for a while, but you were still consumed with the pain that it would be all over. You could only deal with the pain as you always had, taking shifts at the diner, where you would run into Charlie. As time went on, you would lean on Charlie to take the pain of Elvis’ absence away, eventually going on a few dates with him.
You thought nothing would come out of it, only taking him up on his offer because you were lonely. A year into Elvis’ deployment, you were suddenly engaged to be married. Charlie had become a favorite of your mother, always bringing flowers to the house when he would pick you up for your dates. You thought that your mother would be ashamed that you were cheating on Elvis, but she would tell you that maybe this was for the best. After all, Elvis was across the world and he was even far away even when he was in Memphis. 
Your mother approved of Charlie, noticing how he treated you wonderfully. The wedding planning was done by your mother; she would ensure that her little girl had the most memorable day of her life. You wish you could say that it would be memorable, but you were guilty that the man that you were marrying wasn’t Elvis. Your mother would still keep in contact with Gladys, gushing about the upcoming nuptials between you and Charlie.
You knew that Gladys would tell Elvis, but you knew that he would be powerless to stop it. Besides, you heard from Gladys that Elvis had met a girl in Germany and that he was spending all of his time with her. Gladys sounded regretful over the phone, apologizing profusely that she hoped that it didn’t ruin your big day. You knew that Gladys wasn’t telling you the news because she didn’t care about you. It was quite the opposite, she wanted you to know that you weren’t in the wrong for finding your own happiness.
However, happiness didn’t exist in your world without Elvis in it. The wedding day went by in a blur; you couldn’t even remember your wedding dress, the champagne, or the wedding cake. Charlie was a wonderful man, but he would be gone for weeks on end due to his business. It was as if you were destined to be alone; your husband flying to different states for conferences and meetings and your childhood sweetheart was stationed on the other side of the world with another woman who easily took your place. You were alone, being the dutiful housewife that you could only imagine being while married to Elvis. You would cook for your husband whenever he was home, making sure that the house remained tidy and clean. But no matter how much you played into the role of being someone else’s wife, your mind would always linger to Elvis. 
It wasn’t easy for you to continue on with the marriage, but you forced yourself to do so. Time would continue to go by; the days growing closer to when Elvis would return back from Germany. You didn’t know how you could face him, knowing that he would be betrayed that the woman that claimed to love him was now married to someone else. Elvis would finally return home from the Army, glowing with excitement as he was welcomed warmly. You watched on your television on the day of his arrival, fans beaming with happiness and crying that their beloved idol was finally back safely. You wish you were there, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, kissing him again. He had returned more handsome than ever, his jawline being more prevalent than the way you remembered.
As you watched his press conference, you sobbed at his cheekiness, knowing that he used to act the same way with you. You were still in love with him, not wanting to accept the cruel reality of it all. You figured that if you would revolve your world around your marriage to Charlie, you could forget how much you did love him. Charlie could sense that you weren’t the same, often forgoing sleeping in the same room as you because he didn’t like how you kept him awake at night as you sobbed in your pillow, hoping that he didn’t hear. The marriage didn’t last long, you couldn’t bear continuing to lie that you loved Charlie. “I can’t continue lying to you, Charlie. I want a divorce.” Charlie wasn’t shocked, shaking his head as he forced a smile on his face. 
“It’s Elvis, isn’t it? Your mother told me all about your story with him. I can’t say I’m not surprised, but I also can’t say that I’m not disappointed that I can’t even keep my wife away from him.” You knew he was right, every woman in the world wanted him. You were no exception. The only difference between you and those women was that you had history with Elvis, the kind of history that these women could only dream about. The divorce was grueling but oddly smooth. Charlie didn’t want anything from you and neither did you with him. Charlie would tell you that you could still be friends, packing up his things as he decided that he would move back to Chicago with his family. 
Your mother moved in with you shortly after the divorce was finalized, helping keep a roof over your head as the divorce was a burden on your finances. Here you were again, alone and on the verge of losing everything that you have but you couldn’t lie to yourself that the only thing that got you through was Elvis. Your mother would tell you that you should forget about him, the only thing that your relationship with him gave you was heartbreak. “Mama, I can’t forget about him. I love him and I know he still loves me too. We literally have so many memories together, you can’t forget about decades of loving each other.” You decided that you would face him again, after all, he was your best friend before anything else. Your mother, a little weary about the whole situation, ultimately agreed as she phoned Vernon to see if Elvis was settled in. Gladys, Elvis’ beloved mother had passed away almost two years ago, which had broken your heart completely.
She was like another mother to you, someone you would talk to when missing Elvis had become too much to ignore. You knew that Elvis knew that you were still in contact with his family, but he never reached out to you. How could he? You had sworn that you would wait for him, yet, you married Charlie and ultimately became the girl who had broken his heart. People knew that there was a girl who had gotten away while he was away, but he played it off to the media as if there were no such thing. The least you could have done was apologize to him, even beg him to believe that you still loved him. Vernon told your mother that Elvis was home, resting for a couple of weeks before he picked up where he had left off. You didn’t waste any time, the following day, you made the frightening journey to Graceland. Graceland hadn’t changed since the last time you were there, in fact, it was still as beautiful as it was when you had left. 
His Uncle Vestor was surprised to see you, pulling you into a hug as he held a look of relief that you weren’t one of those fans who would try to push by him for a look at their idol. “Y/N, my word. You haven’t aged a day, you still look just as beautiful as you always have.” Your face heated up at the compliment, eyes traveling past him to look at the mansion that sat beautifully behind the gates. “I’m here to see Elvis, Uncle Vestor. Can you let me in?” He nodded happily, pressing the button which allowed the gates to open. Your heart flipped in your chest, knowing that the time was finally here. You were going in with no perception about how your reunion with Elvis would go, but you wanted him to at least hear you out first. As your car pulled up the long road, your heartbeat was the only thing that you could hear. You know there’s a chance that Elvis wouldn’t want to see you again, so why are you here? Your thoughts questioned your decision as you exited the car, seeing Vernon standing at the door with a small smile on his face. 
“Little dancer, how are ya?” Vernon pulled you into a hug, a knowing look across his face as he knew that you would be coming. “I’m doing alright, my mother sends her love. Does he know that I’m here?” Vernon stopped in his tracks, staring into your brown eyes before shaking his head. “I haven’t told him, he hasn’t done anything but linger around the house and play around with his friends. He hasn’t left his room yet today.” You sighed, dread settling in the pit of your stomach as Vernon led you inside of the house. He pointed up the stairs before leaving you standing alone in the foyer. Maybe you should leave. You’re nothing to him now but a stranger, let’s leave it the way that it is. You ignored your thoughts, slowly making your way up the stairs, playing multiple scenarios in your head as you followed where you knew he would be. You stood in front of his door, your heart racing at this point. 
Part of you wanted to turn around and run out of the house, knowing that what you did was unforgivable. However, the other part of you deserved to explain to him that you had never intended to hurt him. You were living with so much guilt that your marriage didn’t last, so you could say that karma had paid you a visit. You knocked on the door, hearing shuffling from behind it before the man that you thought about night and day stood before you. The pictures in the newspaper and the conference on the television did no justice; he was still as handsome as ever. His eyes widened with surprise as he pulled you into his arms, not sure if he was dreaming that you were standing in front of him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as you heard little sniffles passing his beautiful lips.
“Satnin. You–What are you doin’ here?” You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes as you studied his features. You were memorizing every part of him, not wanting to forget how he made you feel. “I wanted to come see how you were doing. I’m sorry for not coming earlier, it was a lot happening all at once.” Charlie didn’t mind that you had a relationship with his family, even being supportive when you decided to go to Gladys’ funeral with your mother. You didn’t stay long, being in the same room as Elvis was too much for you to handle. 
“I saw you at mama’s funeral, but you were gone before I could collect myself and talk to ya.” Elvis’ eyes shifted with the pain that you saw two years ago, but he masked it with a smile. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood, it wasn’t my intention to leave you alone. I only felt like you needed to be surrounded by the people who you loved.” Elvis’ face turned into a look of disbelief, taken back by your words. “You could never ruin the mood, Satnin. Don’t ya know that you’re the only person that I needed? I had already lost ya to Charlie, but you weren’t thinkin’ about me, were ya?” You knew that this was coming, the conversation switch to your marriage to Charlie was something that you always knew you had to have with him. “I was thinkin’ about not causing a scene at your mother’s funeral, Elvis. There is a place and a time to talk about us and it was not the place nor the time to talk about it while you were mourning the loss of Gladys.” 
Elvis removed his hands from your waist, raising them above his head as the disbelief turned into borderline anger. “And what if you never came back? Would we have talked then?!” You stepped back slightly as your eyes turned to the ground. You knew he was right, he knew that you were avoiding him, but it still didn’t make it right that you left him alone when he needed you the most. “Did ya know how much I needed ya?! I needed ya and you could only think about yourself! I’m not surprised, you were always this way! You married another man while I was away in Germany because that’s what ya do! To hell with all the others. To hell with me, right?!”
Elvis turned away from you, stalking away into his room. You followed him, grabbing him by the arm before turning him to face you. “I didn’t know that you felt that way, Elvis! You never communicate with me about how you are feeling! I know that I was wrong for marrying Charlie, I know I promised you that I would wait. But when your mama told me that you were seeing another woman, I could only think about how you were forgetting about me! Forgetting about what we had! Yes, I married Charlie because I was hurt beyond belief. I was hurt and I made an irrational decision that caused me to lose you forever but I’m sorry for not waiting for you.”
Elvis didn’t want to hear your excuses, snatching his hand out from your grasp. “You’re sorry? Sorry?! I LOVED YOU, Y/N! I have always loved you and yet you make everything about yourself. Did you ever stop and think how losing you made me feel?!” You were beginning to get angry at this point, but you knew that once Elvis’ temper started, there was no stopping him. “Elvis! I’m not making anything about myself, it has always been about you! I’ve always made decisions in my life surrounding you! This was the first time in my life that I have ever made a decision about me! How could you even think for one second that I haven’t thought about losing you?”
Elvis placed his hands on his hips as he leaned in to you, sizing you up under his cerulean hues. “You know that’s a damn lie, Satnin. You made this decision because you didn’t wanna wait. You heard that I was seeing another girl so you wanted to hurt me. Come to think about it, you used to want to be married to me! You always wanted to be married and so to get what you wanted, you picked some random joe from the street so you didn’t have to wait.” Your heart was slowly ripping apart at his words, your thoughts that you pushed in the back of your mind returning to the surface.
He’s right, you didn’t wanna wait on him. You married Charlie because you couldn’t wait for two measly years to marry him.
“That’s not true. It’s true that I married Charlie because you were with someone else. But that was it, I swear to you, Elvis. I thought that our relationship was over. Mama and Gladys knew that I would sit here and wait on you while you were off across the world doing everything that you wanted! I left you before you could leave me!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face. “But I still loved you! I still love you! I have always loved you and I don’t think I could ever stop loving you. It killed me to look at you, to hear your voice because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I would cry at night so much that Charlie couldn’t even bear sleeping next to me at night. We divorced because of how much I love you! So, how could you even say that?!” Elvis chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that? You divorced your husband and now you think that we can just pick up where we left off?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying-” Elvis put his hand up, stopping you from speaking before he took a breath. “I’m gonna stop ya right there, baby. There is no picking up where we left off, there is no us anymore.” Your heart broke immediately after hearing his words, not sure why you were surprised because you knew there was no longer you and him. “I’m getting married. So, I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me. I don’t even know why you’re here, you could have continued on with your life as if we had never met.”
“Elvis, I-.” Your voice quivered with sadness, reaching out to take his hand before he stepped away from you. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never existed in your life. It was nice to see ya again, Y/N. I hope to never see ya again.” He took you by the hand, jerking you towards his bedroom door before pushing you across the threshold. He gave you one more look of condensation before slamming the door in your face. You pounded on the door, tearfully screaming out his name but you were unheard. 
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You found out that he was marrying the woman that he had met in Germany. His engagement traveled fast around the world as you and the fans alike were heartbroken. You didn’t know why you were heartbroken, it was your fault. You had hurt him, you knew that. You just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Elvis didn’t want to see you again. He was your best friend, the only one who understood you. For months, you would hole up in your room. The only thing that you could do was cry, the look in his eyes tormenting you for days on end. Your mother would try to get you to leave your room, but you could never bring yourself to look at her because you didn’t want her to see you crumble into despair at the sight of Elvis parading his fiance around for you to see. “Baby, you did all that you could. Maybe, it wasn’t meant to be with Elvis.” She would tell you, but you didn’t want to think such things could turn out as bad as it has.
Elvis would marry his fiance the following Spring, the thought of seeing him happily with her tore your heart over and over again. As the new year came around, you decided that you would wish him well. You sat at your kitchen table, deciding to write him a letter instead of showing your face to him again. You couldn’t bear the thought of him turning his back on you as he did months ago, not wanting to experience that type of pain again. Once the letter was finished, you placed it in your mailbox, sending your heart right along with it, hoping that he would at least hear you out one last time before he was no longer yours. Yours? How hysterical. As the time neared for his wedding, you didn’t hear anything from him. You weren’t shocked that he didn’t write back, after all, he was still mad at you for leaving him. You decided to find a new job as the hours at the diner weren’t doing much for you. The new job at the boutique paid well and you still had time to be at home with your family. 
You didn’t date, not quite ready to love someone else. You were happy with how things were in your life, even though you weren’t quite happy with the things that were happening in your personal life. You could at least be happy that Elvis was happy with his life. He made a couple movies and put out a couple of songs. You supported him from afar as you always had, knowing this was all that you could do. Now that spring time had finally arrived and his wedding was happening in the next couple of days, you were thoroughly anxious about it as if it was your wedding.
The invitation to his wedding sat on your bed, mocking you that it wasn’t you that he wasn’t getting married to. You would think about how you wished that when you opened it, it stated your name instead of hers. You had given up on the thought long ago that you would ever marry him, but it would return as the days ticked by. “Are you going to the wedding, mama?” You asked your mother, placing the invitation in her hands as she looked over it. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. But, I think you should at least go to wish him happiness. You were friends once, Y/N. This childish game that you’re playing with him needs to end.” 
You hated to say that she was right. You were thinking of yourself, something that Elvis had said when you two had that argument a year ago. Elvis was right, you didn’t think about how he felt when you married Charlie. You didn’t think about him when you had shown up on his doorstep expecting him to take you back and you weren’t thinking about him now when you thought about not making an appearance at his wedding. “You’re right, mama. I should go to wish him happiness. After all, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, to be happy.”
The memories of following him to the studio appeared in your mind, seeing his happy face as he sang his heart out was the answer that you needed to attend. The day finally arrived, you and your mother pulled into the parking lot of the church where the wedding was being held. You could see Vernon standing at the door, a tux adorning his body as he spoke with the priest who stood beside him. Your mother pulled you to the side before you could walk inside, noticing that something was off. 
“It looks like Vernon is upset about something. Why don’t you go see what it is about? I’m gonna go talk with Minnie Mae.” You nodded your head as you parted ways with your mother, walking over to where Vernon was. “Hey Vernon, is everything alright?” Vernon turned his face away from the priest, smiling at you nervously before shaking his head. “Elvis is talking about calling off the wedding. I haven’t been able to get in contact with him all morning, I was gonna ask ya if you had seen him.” Your eyebrows raised, shaking your head as you didn’t know where he was.
The priest would leave you alone with Vernon as your mind ran with thoughts about where he could be. “I haven’t talked to him since that day at the house, are you sure he said he wanted to call off the wedding?” Vernon nodded, the look of sadness covering his features as he opened his mouth to speak. “He’s been havin’ cold feet all week. He left last night after going on and on about how he didn’t want to marry Maryanne, that it didn’t feel right. I thought maybe he was speakin’ out of his ass, but he sounded real serious about calling the wedding off.” 
You covered your mouth, worried that something had happened to him. “We should go find him, lord knows where he is!” You handed the keys to your car to him. Vernon nodded his head as he followed behind you, you looked over at your mother who was watching you with a smile on her face. “Mama! We’re going to go find Elvis! Stay here with Grandma Dodger!” She waved you off, taking Minnie Mae by the hand. “We’ll be alright, sugar! Go find our boy.” Dodger replied, whispering to your mother as they walked inside of the church. Since there wouldn’t be a wedding, they might as well wait around for Elvis to come back to tell everyone. Vernon peeled out of the parking lot, you looking out of the window as you searched for anyone who looked similar to Elvis. 
He wasn’t at any of the places that you thought he would be, seemingly becoming defeated at the thought that he would show his face. “Do you think he’s at Gladys’ grave, Vernon?” Vernon looked over with you with a look of realization that the cemetery where she was buried would be the last place he could be. Vernon didn’t say a word, driving towards the cemetery, your heart beating loud against your ears as you played with your hands. Hold on, Elvis. I’m coming. Vernon pulled your car into the cemetery, immediately seeing Elvis sitting in front of Gladys’ grave. “He’s here, Y/N. This damn boy.” You didn’t wait for Vernon to put the car in park, immediately getting out of the car as you raced between graves to get to him.
Elvis looked up at you, tears streaming down his face as he stood up from where he sat. “Elvis! Where have you been? Your family has been worried sick, you’re talking about canceling the wedding and you didn’t show up. Are you-?” Elvis didn’t give you the chance to finish, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into him. He was full on crying at this point, holding on to your body as if you would go away. “I couldn’t marry her. I can’t marry her, Satnin. I don’t love her.” He sobbed in your neck, the words almost blending together as he spoke. “Elvis, you can’t just leave everyone wondering where you are either. If you can’t marry her, that’s fine. You just can’t worry everyone to death either.” 
He pulled his head out from your neck, looking down at you as he shook his head. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Satnin. I-I just can’t marry her. I don’t love her, I can’t marry someone that I don’t love.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes with your thumbs. “Baby, that’s okay. But, you have to tell her. You have to tell her why you can’t commit to her, I’m sure she will understand.” He looked like the boy that you fell for all those years ago, his boyish eyes looking over you as he told you on the porch of his house that he wanted to be with you. “I told her that I couldn’t marry her because it wouldn’t be right. That I would be making a huge mistake by not marrying the woman that I love. I love you, Y/N. I ain’t ever stopped lovin’ ya and I don’t think I could go through being married to another woman when I love ya so damn much.” At that moment, he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. 
Your eyes glassed over with tears as you returned his embrace, holding him tightly against your body as your lips moved with his. Your heart jumped in your chest, the butterflies fluttered in the pit of your stomach as you realized that he still loved you. Elvis Presley still loved you and you still loved him. You weren’t going to lose him to another woman and you were happy about it. He pulled away from you, his eyes searching yours as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Satnin, I’ve put this on hold long enough. I can’t imagine being with nobody else but you. I’m sorry for everything that I said, I-I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it, baby. After you left, I haven’t been the same. I’m crazy about ya, Y/N. I love ya, more than I’ve ever loved anybody in my life. Will–Will ya marry me, baby?” He pulled out a black box, opening it to reveal a diamond ring. “I know I’m askin’ ya too late, I should have asked ya to marry me before I left for Germany but I couldn’t get in touch with ya.” You placed your finger on his lip as your tears flowed down your cheeks. “That’s okay, Elvis. I’m sorry too, I should have waited for you. It wasn’t fair to you that I went and married someone else, not when I still loved you for so long.” 
Elvis placed his hand on your wrist, pulling your hand down to rest into his. “I’m not blaming ya for marrying Charlie. I should have made you my wife before he did though.” You giggled, squeezing his hand before you looked into his eyes. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll marry you.” His eyes lit up with happiness as he slid the ring on your finger. It fit as if it was meant to, glistening under the Memphis sun. “I’ve had this ring stashed away for the perfect time, but time went by so fast that I didn’t realize that it was always supposed to be you that I marry.” He wrapped his arms around you once more, hugging you tightly against his body before he kissed your cheek happily.
Vernon stood by the car, a huge smile on his face as he watched you with Elvis. “Alright, you two! We’ve gotta get back to the church to let everyone know that there won’t be a wedding today!” Elvis looked at Vernon, a mischievous smile crossing his face as he shook his head. “Who said?” Your eyes widened as you looked at Elvis. “We can’t get married today, I don’t have anything planned. I have no dress, we haven’t told everyone.” 
Elvis only smiled down at you, taking you by the hand as he led you over to your car. “We don’t need any of that baby, if you need a dress, we can stop and get you one. I’m marrying you today. I can’t wait any longer.” You groaned inwardly, knowing that you couldn’t deter Elvis from getting what he wanted. However, you were overjoyed that you would be the one that he was marrying today.
He stayed true to his word, stopping at a dress boutique, letting you pick the wedding dress that you wanted before he whisked you away to the church where his family and your mother waited. Your mother walked over to you, pulling you into her arms. “You look beautiful, baby.” You pulled away from her, knowing that she knew all along that Elvis had this planned. “How long did you know?” She laughed softly, taking you by the hand as she squeezed it. “Your whole life, honey. Elvis called me one day when you were at work, apologizing like a fool. He told me that he couldn’t marry that girl, not when he loved you as much as he does.”
You looked over at Elvis with adoration in your eyes as he stared at you, his tux sitting nicely on his body. Although this was supposed to be a wedding for him and another woman, you could only think about how lucky you were that the feelings were still there for you and for him. “Go on baby, go and marry the man that you love.” Elvis walked inside of the church, his family looking on in confusion because he was late and seemed to be a bit anxious. “I’m sorry everyone for the tardiness, I had to think about some things. There won’t be a wedding today between me and Maryanne. I couldn’t go through with it, knowing that I would be breaking the heart of the woman that I truly love.” There were murmurs throughout the church, his family looking around to see if Maryanne would show her face. 
“You all know about Y/N. She’s been my best friend since I was a child, we promised each other that we would marry each other. Of course, things happened. But, I decided that I couldn’t go on without her. I’m marrying her today, so I wanted to give my apologies for keeping ya waiting.” His family clapped their hands, glad that there was going to be a wedding and that he was marrying you. “About time you made a wife out of her, son.” Uncle Vestor spoke over the cheers, getting a laugh from everyone around him. He walked up to the altar, beside the priest as he waited for you. Your mother stood at the door of the church, holding you by the hand as you walked inside. You knew that there was no planning on your end, but you didn’t care because you were finally marrying Elvis. 
Tears streamed down your cheeks as your eyes watched Elvis, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched you walk down the aisle towards him. His family stood in awe, smiles gracing their faces as they nodded their approval of how beautiful you looked. Minnie Mae leaned into your direction, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she smiled with tears in her eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl. You make my boy happy, I’m so glad that you’re gonna be his wife.” You sniffled, wrapping your arms around her as you hugged her tightly. “Gladys would be thrilled to see that her son is marrying the woman that she chose for him.” You thought about how much Gladys would want to be there, beaming happily as you continued walking towards Elvis. 
“Alright then, there is a wedding! Who gives this woman to be lawfully wedded to this man?” You looked over at your mother, who looked at the priest before looking back at you. She was holding her handkerchief in her hand, sobbing into the material before shakingly speaking. “I am, thank the lord. I am.” The church roared with laughter as she placed your hand into Elvis’. “Take care of my baby, Elvis. She’s been waiting and praying to be your wife since she was a child. You two belong together.” Elvis nodded his head at your mother, wrapping an arm around her as he kissed the top of her head. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take care of her as long as I live.” You sniffled at the interaction between him and your mother, looking up at him as he stared down at you with love in his eyes. 
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the beautiful union of Y/N L/N and Elvis Aron Presley.” The priest would begin his speech, but all you could focus on was the man in front of you. He was finally yours, nothing stood in between you as your union was finally becoming one. The vows were beautiful, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room as you went through your own words of how much you loved Elvis, how much you waited and prayed that he would make an honest woman out of you. “Before God and everyone who has attended, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride, son.” The priest said, stepping back as Elvis leaned down, pressing his lips on yours. Your new family clapped happily, cheering at the sight of Elvis finally marrying the woman that he loved. 
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The gathering after the wedding was simply beautiful; the mixture of your mother and your new family was as you always imagined. This time, you took the time to reflect on the wedding dress, the champagne, and even the elegant wedding cake. Just as promised, your first dance was to My Happiness, bringing memories to the surface of him recording the tune at Sun Records. Everything was different than the first time, but you felt as if you were married for the first time. That night, you had returned to Graceland; your new home. Returning there was so poignant, not forgetting that you rushed out those doors heartbroken that your now husband turned you away. However, Elvis welcomed you with such warm arms as he carried you over the threshold of the same room that he once pulled you away from. He took you in his arms as he danced with you as he sang into your ear.
Gently, your eyes met mine
Tender, trusting, and true
Gently, your hand took mine
Thrilled me through and through
Gently, oh so gently
Gentle as the dawn
Gently, oh so gently
Our true love was born
You were truly blown away that your dream of becoming Mrs. Presley had come true. It was all that you wanted, and now it was on this day, that you were reunited with Elvis and that your long-lived love had blossomed like a beautiful tulip on a spring day. His cerulean hues looked deeply into your brown eyes with nothing but love as he placed you, his bride on your marital bed. You caressed his cheeks with your hands as his soft lips pressed against yours gently. As your wedding dress was shed from your body, tears lingering on your face, you were reminded that he had always loved you. The anger that once brewing in his eyes had also had the hint of love, you wish that you could have seen it clearly. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to take ya like this, Satnin.” You whimpered with so much emotion as you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. Elvis kissed all over your body, leaving no part of it untouched. You hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of his torso as you took in his body.
You had only seen his torso a few times before, Elvis not wanting to make love to you then, only promising that he would do so when you were his wife. The time was finally here, you were excited and so was he. His fingers pulled your bra straps down off your shoulders, the heat of your skin causing goosebumps to arise as he tenderly rubbed your skin. Your bronze complexion was glowing even under the little light that was in the room. Once your bra was off of your body and thrown somewhere that you didn’t care to know, he moved his lips down your chest as his hands cradled your breasts.
You moaned out slightly, carding your fingers through his hair as your mind screamed for him to take you. His trousers and underwear were next, pooled on the floor with your dress. Suddenly, he was inside of you slowly but with such need. The moans that bounced off of the walls were like music to your ears, remembering all of those times that you would be in his room at nights when your mother and his parents were off in the other room. He would pet your body, whispering how much he couldn’t wait to make you his. 
His thrusts were sending your soul out of your body, pants and moans passing his lips as he held on to your hands. “Elvis.” You moaned as he sped up his hips, grunting in your ear in the process. “I’m gonna show you how much I missed ya. That you had always deserved to be mine.” Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as you returned his gaze, nodding your head. Elvis placed your legs around his hips as his thrusts continued pounding into you, hitting spots that you never had touched. “The first thing I’m gonna do is give you a baby. Our baby is gonna look like me, but have your eyes.” He moaned into your ear, causing a sob to pass your lips. The coil in your stomach was pulling, heat pooling over your body as you cried out in pleasure. Elvis continued to grunt, pushing himself in and out of you with such love that your body melted into the sheets beneath you. 
“I love you, Y/N Presley. Oh, God. I love you so much.” Elvis cried out as he fucked you into an orgasm. You cried out loudly, holding on to his hands tightly as your legs shook around his waist. He roared shortly after, spilling inside of you as his hips shook with pleasure and from adrenaline as he fucked himself through his orgasm. He let go of your hands only for a second as he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms. You looked up at your husband, smiling softly as he looked down at you with love in his eyes.
All of the waiting, crying, and pining led up to this moment finally being in his arms, never to leave again. He made true to his promise, you were pregnant soon after. Your daughter was born the following year, bringing you and him closer together. You would tell stories to your daughter about how you and your father’s love withstood him moving away from Shake Rag to Memphis, you marrying another man while he was away in Germany, and even him almost marrying Maryanne. Nothing could have been better when the following year, you were pregnant with his son. 
Elvis was such a great father and husband, like you always knew he would be. He spoiled his wife and his children as years went on, his career skyrocketing with him performing at his comeback special in 1968. You and your children followed him everywhere, not wanting to be away from him at any moment. Your love was idolized by every fan, learning that you were indeed the girl that had once gotten away, but not for long. The life that you were promised when you held Elvis all those years ago back at Shake Rag was better than you could have imagined. You were happy; there were no more tears, no more pining, and no more waiting for you because you had your mother and you had Elvis. Who said that the love affair would end when you said I do? 
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isthlsfate · 1 year
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it feels strange to miss someone you’ve never even met. 
a few days ago i sat down to write a post about elvis presley, dedicated to him on his birthday. for awhile i didn’t know what to say. i kept mulling it over in my mind what i wanted to say for hours before i could finally put it into words. 
i feel now like i did then.
the presley family has endured more tragedy than any one family should. to lose a husband is hard enough, let alone to lose a child. i can’t pretend to know what that feels like, and i’m not going to. but here’s what i do know. lisa marie presley was loved from the moment she was born, and i am so glad she lived to see her father’s story told in a way that has impacted so many people, myself included. 
rest in peace, lisa marie. you have always made your father proud. 
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isthlsfate · 1 year
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Pledging My Love
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Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader
Word Count: 11K (I got a little carried away)
Summary: It’s 1952 in Memphis, Tennessee and Elvis is a senior at Humes, a star quarterback for his school’s football team. Y/N is the lead cheerleader for their rival school, but no rivalry is a match for the sparks that fly between them. With segregation rising in the south, their relationship is forbidden but Elvis won’t give up without a fight.
Warnings: Football Quarterback!Elvis, ANGST, written around segregation time period, Lead Cheerleader!reader, mention of mother’s death on reader’s part, slight violence, SMUT, oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering (if you squint), unprotected sex, FLUFF, a love story for the times, very happy ending considering the time period
A/N: I got a little carried away with this story, but it’s good for me. I hope that it will be good for you as well. I would like to say that I probably won’t right more surrounding around segregation period in the South but honestly, Elvis did live during that time so it’s fitting that he meets his lovely reader during that period as well. There are two songs that helped me get through the last half of this fic which is very obvious stated in the story: I’m In The Mood by John Lee Hooker and Pledging My Love by Johnny Ace (or Elvis because he sang this song as well). So if you would be so kind, check those songs out because they are beautiful honestly. Although Pledging My Love didn’t come out until 1955, it felt fitting for this love story for the ages. Anyway, I don’t wanna keep rambling, I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I loved writing it. Happy reading, babies!
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Football season was always your favorite time of year in Memphis. The fans, the atmosphere, and even the hottest boys of your school who were all on the team. Although the school that you went to was strictly for African Americans, your school would always play the finest school in Memphis, Humes High School. Their quarterback was the finest in the state, often participating in all-star games that happened in the Spring. Elvis Presley was on his way to being drafted into the professional league, if he kept on the right path. You, the lead cheerleader, would often stare in awe as he ran around the field, doing drills before every game. He was tall, extremely lanky, but you could make out every muscle that toned his body. He was simply gorgeous; nothing more, nothing less. “You are always eyeing that Presley boy. You would think that he was your boyfriend or something.” You looked over to your friend, Velma who had followed your gaze to the quarterback as he was doing the usual drills. 
“Oh hush, I think he is gonna be drafted after graduation. Do you see how smooth he moves?” Velma nodded her head at you, looking his way for a short while before she turned to look back at you, stars still in your eyes as you watched Elvis on the field. “I think you’re crazy. That boy won’t give you the time of day, Y/N. We are living in the time of segregation, honey. Even if we weren’t, he probably would think you were like those other cheerleaders who have the hots for the star quarterback.” You rolled your eyes as your coach walked over to the section where you and the other cheerleaders were sitting. “Alright girls, it’s time for a little practice. The game is almost about to begin.” You turned to look at Velma, picking up your pom poms as you stood from the bleachers. “Segregation has nothin’ to do with admiring someone. Even if I could be killed for it.” 
You lead your team down to the side that your team was on, leading them through the cheers for the night. As the boys lifted you in the air, your pom poms shook in your hands. You could have sworn that Elvis looked your way, his eyes lingering on you for only a short while, before he continued with his drills. The game was starting, your football team making their way on the field as the crowd cheered. You sat in the segregated section of the stadium along with the others, intensely following each play as if you were making them yourself. As usual, Elvis was running your team into the ground, his moves were exceedingly better than anyone you had ever laid your eyes on. Throughout the game, Elvis would look in your general direction, a bright smile on his face as if he was showing off to you. Velma cursed under her breath as she noticed the score, leading into the halftime. “That boy has better moves than Bobby Marshall! Good god almighty!” 
You smiled to yourself, knowing fully well that he was going to be better than any football player that graced the big leagues. You knew it in your heart and you knew that he did too. The halftime went by too fast for your liking, but you could feel that Elvis had his eyes on you as you danced and cheered on the field before their cheerleading team made their way on the field after your performance. “Girl, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire time. You are in for a world of trouble if this goes anywhere.” Velma nudged you playfully, rolling her eyes as she noticed how you hid your face behind your hands. “I’m going to tell you to be careful, honey. Remember the times that we are living in.” You nodded your head as you turned your head to look at her. “I don’t think anything will come out of today, but I think you are right. I might have the hots for this boy.” 
The game was over shortly after, Humes had dominated your school and rightfully so. Elvis gave his all every time he played. You were making your way out of the stadium, talking to Freddy Collins, the quarterback for your school. Freddy had always tried to court you, but you were never interested. He was a known player, putting his charms on every woman that moved through the town. “Y/N, I was thinkin’ that maybe we go down to the diner on Beale. I know how much you love their peanut butter milkshakes.” You rolled your eyes at the sentiment, not knowing how he knew such things about you. You may have been the lead cheerleader of your school, but you rarely told people about the things that you enjoyed in your life. “Actually, Freddy. I have to get home. I promised my daddy that I wouldn’t be late again.” He groaned, grabbing you by the arm as you went to leave. “Just one date, baby. I wanna show you how serious I am about you.” 
“No. I have to get home.” You pulled your arm from his grasp, glaring at the boy as he furrowed his brows to you.  Freddy wouldn’t take no for an answer, wrapping his slender arms around your waist before pulling you into his embrace. You felt dread hit the pit of your stomach as you looked at him, the adrenaline in your body kicked into overdrive. You kneed him in the groin before stepping on his foot, causing him to double over in pain. “I said no, Freddy! Leave me alone.” You stomped off, huffing at the audacity that that boy had putting his hands on you. You were walking down the sidewalk away from the stadium, too caught up in your thoughts when you heard a car honk beside you. A pretty pink cadillac was driving beside you, but you couldn’t see inside. “Hey, sugar! Do ya need a ride?” You huffed under your breath, knowing that it was probably another boy from your school trying to work his charms with you now that he knew that you weren’t interested in the quarterback. 
You pulled your duffel bag close to you, not saying a word as you continued walking. The honking continued, really tearing at your nerves before you turned to face the person that was honking at you. Your jaw dropped at the figure of the person who was driving beside you, heart jumping into your throat as you stopped dead in your tracks. “Elvis? What are you doing following me?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips as you bent down to get a closer look at the boy. “Well, I wanted to know if a pretty little thing such as yourself wanted a ride home. I saw what happened between you and that quarterback. I wanted to make sure ya got home safe, without him hasslin’ ya.” You thought for a second, the opportunity sounding too intriguing to ignore. However, your daddy would kill you if he saw you associating with a white boy, let alone allowing him to take you home. “My daddy’ll kill me if he saw me pulling up to his house in a car that he doesn't recognize.” You sassily retorted, but you wanted nothing more than to get inside of his car, to be closer to him. 
“Come on, sugar. If you are uncomfortable with me pulling into the driveway, I’ll stop before we get to your house.” He spoke, leaning over to the passenger side of his car, unlocking the door. You sighed out, knowing that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, walking up to his car before opening the door to get inside. “Alright, but no funny business, Presley. If you try anything, I’ll slap you silly.” You chuckled as you got inside his car, the scent of his sweat and the new car smell made you almost melt into the seat. You told him the neighborhood that you lived in, him humming that he knew exactly where that was. “And how do you know about Harbor Heights? That’s a long way from home, ain’t it?” He shrugged, driving through Beale Street. “I know a couple of good folks in that neighborhood, does that bother ya, sugar?” You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. “My name ain’t sugar or pretty little thing. My name is Y/N.” 
He chuckled, clicking his tongue in his mouth before speaking your name with his southern drawl. It drove you crazy how he said your name, wanting to hear it more often passing his soft lips. “What a pretty name for a pretty girl like you, Y/N. So, what was the deal with that guy back there at the stadium?” You smacked your lips, crossing your arms as you thought about Freddy. You were sure that the word would spread around the school on Monday about how you turned Freddy Collins down. The girls would have a field day hearing that, probably teasing you about how stupid you were. Freddy was the hottest boy in the school, he could have anybody that he wanted, so who were you to turn him down? “Freddy? He’s a bonehead. He thinks just because he’s the star quarterback that he could have any woman that he wants. I’m not interested in him, let’s just leave it at that.” Elvis chuckled as he turned to look at you, his cerulean eyes taking in your features before he opened his mouth to speak.
“You’re not interested in him, yet, he still bothers ya? That’s not very gentlemanly of him.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him again, shrugging your shoulders. “Freddy Collins ain’t a gentleman. He-,” You looked out of the window as his car neared a police cruiser. You could feel your blood stop cold as you immediately sank down into the car’s floorboard, whimpering as you knew that if an officer saw you riding with Elvis, you would surely pay for it. “I told you this was a bad idea, Elvis. That officer probably saw me.” You whimpered in fear as he looked forward as he drove past the officer, who wasn’t even paying attention. Elvis placed his hand over yours, consoling you as you shook with fear. “The coast is clear, sugar.” He whispered as he pulled into your neighborhood. You popped your head up over the dashboard, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of your neighborhood. “This is far enough, Elvis. Thank you.” You got up from the floorboards before grabbing your bag, opening the door to his car before running away towards your house. You could hear him screaming for you to stop, wanting to tell you goodbye before you parted ways, but you were too terrified to stop. As you made it to your house, you gathered yourself, catching your breath before opening your door. Your father was sitting in his lounge chair, reading the newspaper before his head popped up to look in your direction. 
“Have a good game, little bee?” You smiled at your daddy, placing your bag down on the kitchen table before running over to pull him into a hug. “Yeah, although, we lost again.” He chuckled, nodding his head at you before leading you into the kitchen. “That’s okay, I’m sure y'all will win a game or two before the season is over. I made dinner tonight, I’m turning in for the night. I’ll see you in the morning, little bee. I love you.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek as he turned in for the night. You sighed as he was out of view, sinking into your chair as you thought about tonight and a certain football player who you weren't sure you would ever see again. 
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Monday rolled around; the dread of another week of school weighing heavily on your mind. You made it to your school, catching Velma and your other friend, Faith at their lockers. “There’s the big shot who is now known as the girl who got away from Freddy Collins.” You sighed, opening your locker before grabbing your books. “That fool thought that if he wrapped his arms around my waist, I would melt like butter like the other lovestruck hussies at this school. I have better things to worry about other than Freddy Collins.” Velma leaned against the locker next to yours as you shut the door to your own locker, crossing her arms. “Yeah, like that white boy over at Humes. That Elvis Presley.” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows. Faith gasped, pulling her books up to her chest before leaning in close to Velma. “She likes Elvis? Oh boy, your daddy will skin you alive if he heard about that.” You glared at Velma, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she opened her big mouth to anyone else. 
“He ain’t ever gonna find out, Velma. Besides, I probably won’t ever see that boy again. We only play Humes twice a season anyhow.” You walked past them before heading off to your first class of the day. Although you weren’t sure that you would ever see Elvis again personally, it didn’t stop you from thinking about him throughout the week. The week ended quickly, cheerleading practice taking up your time on Saturdays as another game approached. “Y/N, we are going down to the diner on Beale. Do you wanna come with us?” You agreed, throwing your cheer clothes in the duffel bag, shoving it into your locker. “I could go for a nice burger with that peanut butter milkshake, oh honey.” You took the time to freshen yourself up, picking your puffed out afro before spraying on your mother’s old perfume. You sighed, looking at the bottle as it shined in your hands. Your mother passed away last summer, leaving you and your father to pick up and move on without her. She was your life; the only person who knew how much you loved to cheer. She was your biggest supporter, pushing you to attend the cheer tryouts. She would come to every game, cheering your name from the stands but then she got sick. The cancer had returned; breast cancer had torn your heart from you, wondering if you would ever love someone as much as you loved her. 
“Y/N, we are gonna leave without you! Come on, girl!” You could hear Velma scream out from the hallway. You wiped the tears that had prickled your eyes, taking a deep breath before you placed her perfume bottle back into your purse. “I’m comin’! I was freshening up.” You laughed, walking out of the bathroom of the school before you followed her to her car. The three of you–Velma, Faith, and you, drove away from your high school, heading downtown to Beale Street. Once you arrived at the diner that you would regularly attend with your friends, you could see the normality that was known as Beale Street. The streets were filled with black folks, window shopping or conversing with their friends. Beale Street was your favorite place to be during the daytime, seeing the soul shining throughout every store front and building that littered the strip. 
It was nighttime that made you fearful. After all, it was 1952. Segregation was running rampant through the South; the law enforcement that patrolled the area once the street lights cut on, made sure that the law was enforced. However, that didn’t stop a few white folks from integrating with blacks over at Beale. In fact, from the backseat of Velma’s car, you could make out a few white women who were speaking with black women over a dress that they wanted to buy over at the local boutique. Velma parked her car, stepping out of the driver’s side before placing her pristine sunglasses that she got for her birthday over her eyes. You got out of the car, holding your clutch in your hands as you and your friends headed inside of Red’s Diner. Red’s was a pivotal memory that remained of your mother; she would often bring you down to Beale every weekend. You would always get the same meal, the cheeseburger special with a peanut butter milkshake on the side. 
It was to die for. “Ladies, it’s awfully good to see you walkin’ through my door.” The owner, Beatrice, waved from behind the counter. “The usual, Y/N?” She asked, her wrinkles disappearing as her lips curved up in a smile. “Yes, ma’am! It’s great to see you again.” You sat down at the nearest booth from the counter, looking over the menu as if your order wasn’t already written down. As your friends gave their orders to the waitress, you could see someone walk in from the corner of your eye. Elvis was walking into the diner with his friends, football in hand as they laughed about something you couldn’t quite catch. You looked behind you, catching his eye, a smile crossing his lips as he shot a wink in your direction. “Oh girl, you didn’t tell me that your casanova frequented Red’s. I ain’t ever seen him here before.” Faith smiled, being the next person in your circle to notice Elvis’ appearance. 
“I didn’t either.” You muttered under your breath, your heart speeding up in your chest. It was as if time stopped, the feeling of excitement cruised through your body at the thought of being close to Elvis again. You didn’t think that you would see him until the next game that your school had with Humes, but you were proven wrong. Elvis appeared by your table moments later, his bright smile in your direction as he looked down at you sitting in the booth. “If it ain’t the girl who ran away from me like a cat whose tail was on fire! Funny to see ya here, sugar.” Your face heated up from his greeting, hearing Velma and Faith whispering to each other about the name of endearment that Elvis had used for you. “It’s nice to see you too, Elvis. What are you doing here?” Your eyes turned to stare at him, embarrassed but also flustered at the same time. “My friends wanted to take a trip down here to Beale. They heard that Beatrice makes a mean burger, so they wanted to try it out. If I knew this was where you like to show your beautiful face, I woulda come here more often.”
Your friends squealed with glee, watching your interaction with Elvis with their own eyes. You swatted at them, telling them to hush as you turned your attention back to Elvis. “I’m here almost every weekend, does that answer your question?” Elvis pushed his tongue in his cheek, leaning down on the table as he looked over at your friends. “I’m Elvis, Sugar’s friend. You are?” He extended his hand, Velma being the first to take it. “I’m Velma, I’ve been friends with Sugar since grade school. This is Faith, she’s our friend. We are all on the cheerleading team with Sugar.” Velma teasingly replied, putting emphasis on Sugar. You glared at her, the look on your face could have knocked her dead as you gritted your teeth. “Well, it’s always a pleasure to meet Sugar’s friends. I gotta go back to the boys, will I see ya later?” His question was towards you, the look in his eyes was like a lovestruck boy who was asking his crush out for the first time. 
“Maybe Elvis could take you home, Y/N? I have to take Faith to work after this and then meet my mama down at the church.” You sighed as you nodded your head to Elvis. “I guess you will see me later, Elvis.” He smiled, winking at Velma and Faith before turning back to look at you once more. “Good, I’ll wait for ya outside.” He walked away with a little pep in his step, tossing the football that was in his hands to one of his friends before his body disappeared behind the wall that blocked him from your view. You turned your head back with a glare on your features, throwing the hot fry that was on your plate that was in front of you now at your friend. “It’s very convenient that now you gotta meet your mother at church, bubblehead!” Velma laughed, putting the fry that fell on her plate in her mouth before sticking out her tongue. “I’m just trying to help you out. Faith and I both know that you have a thing for that quarterback of yours.” Lunch with your friends went without interruption, catching up on the latest gossip that spread through your school and friends circle. When Beatrice came up to your table, she didn’t bring the check which was odd to say the least. 
“Uh, Beatrice? Where’s our check?” You asked, watching as she collected you and your friends’ plates. “That Elvis boy paid for you and your friends. What a lucky girl you are.” You gasped, looking out of the window of the diner to see Elvis and his friends horsing around before you. He noticed your gaze, winking before turning back to his friends. Velma and Faith both looked at each other, the look of adoration on their faces as they stood up from the booth. You followed suit, hugging them both before they parted from you, sending their thanks to Elvis as they walked by. Elvis’ friends had also left by now, leaving you alone with him. You said your goodbyes to Beatrice, promising to come back to visit again next weekend before you pushed open the diner’s door. “Did I make you wait long?” You asked him, giggling as he leaned against the streetlight. “I could wait forever on ya, mama. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little waiting.” You rolled your eyes at his smooth words, snorting through your nose.
“You sure are smooth, Elvis Presley. I’ll give you that.” You rocked on your heels, looking around at the people who graced the streets. “Where are we going?” You asked, stepping forward as you held onto your clutch. You knew that you had to be home a bit later, but you were hoping that later never came. “I wanna take ya to a spot where I would go when things become too crazy. Nobody knows that it exists.” He pulled his body off of the pole of the streetlight, opening the passenger side door of his cadillac. “And how do I know you’re not kidnapping me and planning on dumping my body somewhere?” You crossed your arms, not impressed with not knowing exactly where you were going. You may have liked him, but your mama didn’t raise a fool. She always told you to make sure that you were safe and you weren’t about to be in the newspaper the next day. “Honey, I would miss you too much to kill ya. I promise you’ll be safe. Do ya trust me?” He asked, maneuvering himself beside the door, leaving room for you to enter. 
You slid into the passenger side of his car, leaning over to the other side to unlock his door so that he could get inside. “Lord girl, you’re gonna make me marry ya one day. Out of all the women who rode in this car, you’re the first to unlock the door for me.” You chuckled, shaking your head at him. “Shouldn’t every woman unlock the door for the man who holds the door open for them?” You asked as he peeled from his spot near the diner. The ride was pretty smooth, conversation varying from childhood stories to things that you liked. He was very easy to talk to, most boys around your age only wanted to flirt and try to make moves on you. You didn’t feel that with Elvis, but you weren’t going to jump into conclusions so quickly. As he pulled into a forest-like berth, you immediately noticed a water hole with pretty rocks that littered the river. “It’s beautiful, Elvis. You said you come here often?” 
He nodded, turning off his car before reaching in the backseat for a little blanket. “I would come down here when things get stressful, I find that peace and quiet would do the mind some good.” He got out of the car, running around to your side before opening the door for you. One thing that you liked about him was that he was a gentleman, helping you out of the car by the hand as he led you over to a little patch of green that littered the ground. He laid the blanket down, plopping down on it as he laid on his arm. “Well, come here, sugar. I ain’t gonna bite ya.” You scoffed, sitting down on your knees beside him, placing your hands on your lap as you sat next to him. “Ain’t it beautiful? Of course, it’s not as beautiful as you.” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head at him as you looked over at him. The sun shined across his face, giving you a better look at his blue eyes as he looked down at the water.
You could only imagine how much Velma would tease you at how open that Elvis was being with you. You couldn’t help but wonder what his game was, only knowing you for a few days and yet, he was already showing you a private part of his life. “You know? I don’t normally bring women here, I consider this the only thing that I could keep to myself.” It was as if Elvis read your mind, but a part of you was glad that you were the only woman that he would invite into his world. “And what makes me different?” You asked, tilting your head down to look at the boy beside you, sucking in a breath as his blue eyes looked over at you as if he was searching for something deep. “I don’t know that yet, sugar. I only know that you’re different from the girls at my school and I’m sure you are different from the girls that live in this town.” He was right about one thing, you were totally different from the girls who lived in this town because you didn’t throw yourself at any man who showed you a lick of attention. 
“Out of all of the girls that you could go for, why me?” You asked him truthfully, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. Elvis looked over you for a while, the glistening of your cocoa complexion from the Memphis sun paired nicely with your amber hues. He could get lost in your eyes forever, only wanting to live to see them every day as long as he lived. “Sugar, you’re unlike any girl that I’ve ever met. You don’t take no shit, pardon the language. I know that we can’t be seen together in public, but I don’t take these segregation laws seriously. Who are they to tell me that I can’t admire a woman because of her skin color?” You nearly choked, eyes widening as he continued to speak. “I wanna court ya the right way. Segregation laws be damned. What do ya say?” He was still staring in your eyes, your heart nearly flying out of your chest as you shook your head. “You must’ve lost your mind, Elvis. You can’t be serious! If they catch you with me, you’ll be in a world of trouble. You have your football career to think about, I’m not worth losing that.” 
Elvis took you by the hand, a look of frustration painted over his features before he sat up on the blanket. “Now, listen to me, sugar. I’m serious about this, very serious. I’m not gonna pass up on the only girl who could make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Your skin color doesn’t matter to me, it never will. I’m not saying that I understand the struggle that you are going through because I don’t. I won’t ever understand, but I’m wanting ya to let me in. I’m wanting to struggle beside you, with you. I know we’ve only known each other for only a short few days, but I would be nutty as a fruitcake to let you slip out of my fingers because of some bullshit laws that don’t make a lick of sense.” You would have never guessed that the man that wanted to be serious with you would be a white man, yet alone, willing to go against the law. Your daddy would slap you silly if he was around the two of you and the police wouldn’t be lenient either. 
Instead of fighting with him, you nodded your head as you took a deep breath. “Alright, Presley. If you are as serious as you say you are, I’ll let you court me the right way. No funny business or I’m gone.” Elvis smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug before kissing your forehead. “No funny business, I promise ya, sugar.” The sun was beginning to set, so Elvis figured that it was time to take you home. He didn’t want to mess up on the first day of him courting you. As he drove you home, you kept a lookout for any police officers, your fingers picking at the bracelet that your mother had given you before she passed away–a habit that you had picked up after she was gone. He had dropped you off at the normal spot, turning his car off before he turned to face you. “I wanna take you out on a proper date next weekend. Would ya like to go out after my game?”
You nodded your head, agreeing that you would give him a chance to show you how serious he really was. “Would you come to my game too?” You gasped, looking at him as if he was crazy. “Come to your game? Are you sure? Would they even allow me to attend?” You mentally slapped yourself because you knew that they would, you would have to sit in the colored only section, but you were beside yourself believing that you would be allowed to go. “Sugar, you’re thinkin’ too hard on this one. Of course, they will let you come. We are playing Washington Heights, ya familiar with them?” You nodded, staring out of the front window at your house to make sure that your father wasn’t outside. Washington Heights, like Humes, were your school’s rival team, but they weren’t very good. 
You knew that Humes would dominate them, so you were excited for the weekend to roll around. Elvis took you out of your thoughts, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “So, I’ll see ya at my game?” You chuckled as you nodded your head firmly. “I’ll be there, you better win too.” You said your goodbyes, exiting his car quickly before briskly walking up to your house. Your father wasn’t home, a relief that washed over you immediately as you decided to get dinner ready for when he would return. As you were chopping up the ingredients needed for dinner, the smile wouldn’t leave your face as you thought about the upcoming date that you were having with Elvis. 
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The week picked up, the only thing that got you through it was the football game on Friday night. You had told your father that you would be going out with your friends after the game. You hated lying to your father, but if he knew that you were conversing with a white boy, he would skin you on the spot. Friday came quickly, you were standing in your room in the mirror. You decided to wear a blue floral dress, the lace at the bottom of it was surely going to knock Elvis off of his feet. You spent the majority of the time after school straightening your afro, the hair stopping mid shoulders. Your father would be working a little late tonight, which you were extremely grateful for. You grabbed your cheerleading sweater, taking one last check over yourself before you left your house, heading to the stadium where Humes was playing. 
You made it before the teams ran on the field, making sure that you got the perfect seat in the segregated area. You noticed Elvis as soon as he ran on the field, his eyes lingering along the crowd. You knew that he couldn’t see you from where you were sitting, but he knew that you were there. The game went well as you knew that it would, with Humes leading by ten points by the time half time rolled around. It was at that moment that Elvis’ eyes laid upon yours, a smile gracing his beautiful lips as he sent a wink in your direction. You squirmed in your seat, heat burning across your body as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You looked around, seeing a few disapproving looks in your direction as they seemed to notice your interaction with him. You gave a look of apologies as you turned to look back at Elvis as he jogged off to huddle in the circle with his fellow football players. 
The game picked up soon after, Elvis standing out as he carried the rest of the game with touchdowns like you had never seen. He was on top of his game, you knowing that he wanted to impress you. You were thoroughly impressed; clapping everytime that Humes scored a touchdown. The game ended with Humes coming out on top, staying in your seat as everyone exited the stadium, grimaces covering everyone that sat in your section’s faces. You stayed seated in your seat, covering your arms with your sweater as the weather had suddenly chilled over. Elvis was walking across the field after speaking with his coach, smiling widely as he neared where you were sitting. “I’m glad that you could make it, sugar.” You chuckled, standing up from where you were sitting before leaning over the railing. “I wouldn’t miss you whooping up on Washington Heights for anything in the world. They are some cocky boys.”
Elvis laughed, reaching his hand out to help from the stands as he led you out the stadium. The parking lot was mainly empty at that point, spotting his car at the edge of the lot. He opened the car door to you, allowing you to enter before he walked around the driver’s side. You unlocked his door for him once again, giggling as he looked over at you with a smirk. “You really never fail to amaze me, sugar. I’ve got the best girl in all of Memphis.” You rolled your eyes as he peeled out of the parking lot, heading towards Beale Street. “You’re just saying that, I’m not that great.” Elvis looked over at you, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are better than great, mama. You’re magnificent, you’re beautiful, and I’ll show you just how much.” You ended up at Red’s again, smiling as Beatrice saw you once again. She was thrilled to see that you were with Elvis, shaking her head as you sat in a booth near the back. 
Beatrice didn’t need to ask what you wanted, immediately letting the cook know what to prepare. As you waited for your food, Elvis would begin asking about how your week was; making compliments left and right about how beautiful you were. Beatrice appeared with your usual and his, leaving you both to your devices. You could barely finish your meal, the butterflies were competing with the food, so you decided to just sip on your milkshake instead. Elvis, however, finished his food and even asked if he could finish yours. You laughed, pushing your plate towards him. You knew that as an athlete, his appetite was bigger than yours. Beatrice came over with the check, winking down at you as Elvis paid. “You two have a wonderful night and please be safe out there. You two are so cute.” She took the money and the check, disappearing from your sight before you could respond. 
“Our usual spot, sugar?” Elvis asked, catching you by surprise before you nodded your head and followed him out of the diner to his car. You arrived at the spot that he had taken you, blanket in his hand as he left his car lights on. You thought that it was beautiful during the day, but now that it was dark out, you were truly blown away. The fireflies that danced in the night were your favorite part. Elvis sat the blanket down on the grass, pulling you down to sit next to him. He was much closer than last time, his arm around your shoulder as he stared out to the water bank. “It’s beautiful out here, Elvis. I don’t know how I’ve never heard of this place, being born and raised in Memphis.” He hummed, his eyes lingering over you. “What? Do I have something on your face?” You grew embarrassed, starting to look away before he stopped you. He moved a stray hair away from your face that blew beneath the breeze before he leaned in, pressing his soft lips on yours.
You would usually pull away and slap the poor man who dared to pull moves on you, but Elvis was different. You leaned into his embrace, melting into his kiss as you held on to his letterman’s jacket. You shivered from the wind, but the heat between you was something that warms you up. Elvis pulled away from you, noticing how much you were shivering. He pulled off his jacket, sitting it across your shoulders as he pulled you into his arms. Nothing could destroy the moment that you were having with him, his scent driving you crazy. As time went on, the only thing that you two would do was share kisses and talk about your dreams. Elvis told you that he wanted to be a singer, if his football career didn’t work out. You were blown away from his revelation, smiling at how dreamily he looked as he talked about his aspirations. “That’s great, Elvis. I hope everything works out for you. You deserve it.” Elvis could say nothing at your words, pulling you on top of him as he laid back on the blanket. His lips captured yours once again, but this time it was heated. 
You groaned against his lips, straddling his lap as he moved his hands up your back. “You are really unlike any other woman I’ve ever met. Would– I-I, shit.” He stuttered over his words, his face turning red as a tomato. “Would you be my girl, Y/N?” He asked, his breath blowing in your face. You giggled at his bashfulness, nodding your head as you pressed your lips against his again. “Yes, I’ll be your girl, Elvis.” Everything that you were scared about, everything that worried you, had all disappeared in that moment as you could only focus on Elvis. “I should get you home, but I wanna see ya again, baby.” You nodded immediately, so enamored with him that you would agree with almost anything he asked. He helped you back to his car, throwing the blanket in the backseat as he took you home.
He parked in his normal spot, pulling you into his arms as he pressed his lips to yours one last time before he bid you goodbye. “Goodnight, sugar. Dream of me, okay?” You scoffed, turning away from him as you tried to catch your breath. He was truly different from any other man that you had met, but yet he made you feel like a little school girl who had her first crush. “We will see about that.” You started to take off his jacket, but he stopped you. “Keep it, baby. You’re my girl now.” You nodded, folding the jacket over your arm as you exited the car. He watched you as you walked up to your door, before he pulled away from the street, disappearing from your view. You sighed dreamily, opening the front door before stopping dead in your tracks. Your father was home and he looked upset. “Where have you been, Y/N?” He asked, tapping his foot as his arms crossed. “I told you that I was out with Velma, daddy. We went down to Red’s for dinner.” 
“I called Velma because you left your clutch at home. She told me that she wasn’t with you. Try again.” You mentally cursed Velma, mentally noting to tell her off when you saw her at school on Monday. “And who was that white boy out there? Y/N, you know better than to be dealing with the whites!” Your daddy raised his voice at you, never having done so before. You sucked in a breath, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Daddy! There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing. Those damned segregation laws are the problem! Elvis is sweet and you would like him! He’s a gentleman and he likes me for me, he doesn’t see color and neither do I.” Your daddy was shocked, pacing around the room at that time. You had never seen him so angry before, but you knew that he would eventually find out so it was better to rip the bandaid off now. “Do you know that if the law saw you out with that boy, you would be in trouble? Or worse, you would be killed?! I know you think that you’re doing nothing wrong, little bee, but you are breaking the law! Elvis is breaking the law! I will not have my daughter arrested or killed because of some high school love that won’t even last after you graduate! You’re not seeing him anymore, do you understand me?!” 
“Daddy! I like him! I will see him again and there’s nothing that you can do to stop me! I’m not fighting with you about love when you were barely home while mama was laying in her bed withering away.” You screamed back at him, the tears flowing from your eyes as you let out every built up emotion that you bottled up. “I loved your mother, Y/N! I had to work to pay the bills and her hospital fees! You were only a child so you couldn’t work and she damn sure couldn’t work with all of the pain that she was in! You’re not seeing that Elvis boy again and I mean it!” You glared at him, brushing past him as you stormed up to your room, slamming the door after you. You laid on the bed as you sobbed into his jacket, his scent lulling you to sleep. 
You spent the weekend up in your room, not wanting to speak to your father after the argument that you had with him. Monday finally rolled around; you stalked up to your locker as you saw Velma and Faith walking up to you. Velma wore a look of regret on her face, but you were so worn out that you didn’t have it in you to tell her off. Instead, you ignored her, stalking off to your first class. Once school was over, Velma pulled you aside as the students piled out of the building. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know that your daddy would call about your purse. I didn’t know what to say, it just slipped out.” She held your hand as Faith wrapped her arms around you. You said nothing, only sobbing as they pulled you into a hug. “He’s not letting me see Elvis anymore. I like him a lot, y’all. I don’t know what to do.” Velma pulled away from you, something flashing over her eyes before she masked it.
“I have an idea. Do you trust me, Y/N?” You nodded your head as you listened to her tell her plan. The rest of the week, you ignored your father, coming home from school going straight into your room for the rest of the day. Friday finally came and it was the time that Humes would play your school once again. You told your daddy that you were going to your game, he could only tell you to be careful as he knew that you were still upset with him. You weren’t really into your cheer routine, only stealing lingering glances in Elvis’ direction as he moved around the field. When half time rolled around, he walked over to you, a smile on his face. You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “What’s wrong, sugar? Are ya okay?” You shook your head, a stray tear falling down your cheek as you looked down at the ground. “My daddy knows about us. He won’t let me see you again.” Elvis sighed, knowing that the inevitable was coming. He knew that your father was worried about those laws, worried that his little girl would be in trouble for even looking at him. 
“Don’t worry, sugar. Nothing will keep us from seeing each other, I’ll make sure of it.” You didn’t know what he meant, but you nodded your head as you held his hand in yours. Velma ran over to you, pulling you away from Elvis as her head turned towards police officers who were entering the stadium. “I’ll see ya later, sugar. Velma and I have a plan.” He raced back over to his side, sending a wink into your direction. As the game continued on, you could only think about the plan that Velma had concocted with your boyfriend. The game ended with Humes of course winning, but you didn’t care because you were anxious to see him again. Velma waited with you in the parking lot, tugging you towards Elvis as he walked out of the stadium with his things. “What is this plan that you two have? I can’t take the suspense.” Elvis wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed your cheek. 
“You’re coming with me to this party that my friends are throwing. There will be black folks there so don’t worry.” He smiled, Velma squealing as she looked over at you. “You must be crazy. My daddy will-,” Velma swatted at you, pushing you towards the car. “Come on, girl. Let loose for once. Your daddy will be fine.” You nodded as you got into the car with Velma, waiting for Elvis. The three of you peeled out of the parking lot, heading to the destination that the party was going to be held. The house was pretty huge, but Elvis wasn’t bluffing when he said that there would black people there. As you entered the house with them, you noticed a few people from your school and Washington Heights mingling with white people from Humes. Velma disappeared from beside you, mingling with one of Elvis’ friends as Elvis pulled you along with him through the crowd of people.
His friends roared with cheers as he neared them, passing a cup to him before smiling in your direction. “Red, George, this is my girl, Y/N. Y/N, this is Red West and George Klein, my good friends from Humes.” You waved hello, shyly looking away from them to take in the environment that you were in. As the party went on, your nerves went away as you decided to enjoy the party with Elvis. Elvis pulled you to the dancefloor, wrapping his arms around your waist as I’m In The Mood by John Lee Hooker played through the speakers. The music moved through your body, wrapping your arms around Elvis as you grind your body against him. He held on to your waist, your hips dipping slightly as the dancing around you was provocative. You turned around, arm still wrapped around his neck as your body slid down his body. Your breath hitched as his hips pressed firmly against your ass, rolling his hips against you as his raspy breath fanned on your neck. It was pure sex, the feeling of being so close to Elvis made you feel invigorated. 
When the song ended, you heard Velma cough from beside you as she winked in your direction, dancing with one of his friends. Elvis turned you around to face him, pressing his lips to yours as a slow song played over the speakers. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, swaying with him as your lips moved over his. You were happy, truly overjoyed that you agreed to come to this party with him. “I think I’m fallin’ in love with ya, sugar.” He whispered against your lips as you stared into his eyes. “I think I am too, Elvis. I think I am too.” The moment didn’t last long as the door pushed open, police running into the house. Elvis took you by the hand, leading you towards the back of the house. Everyone was scrambling to get out of the house, officers grabbing a few people from Washington Heights, batons in hand. You were truly scared, looking up at Elvis as he looked down at you with his own fear across his features. 
“Elvis, what are we gonna do?” You heard Velma scream as a police officer grabbed her by the arm. You ran up towards Velma, placing your hand into hers as you tried to pull her away. The police officer raised his baton at the two of you, a scream leaving your lips as you knew that this was it. Elvis appeared by your side, pushing the police officer away from you as he took you by the hand, running out of the house. Velma was behind you, her dress ripped from the altercation. “Get in the car, Velma. Sugar, get in the car!” Elvis screamed, hopping into his cadillac as he peeled from the house. Velma was in the backseat crying softly while the ride was silent. You were deathly afraid, knowing that as long as you were around Elvis; there wouldn’t be peace for either of you. Elvis placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand as he looked at you.
He dropped Velma off at her house, her eyes showing sorrow at the scene that unfolded tonight, telling you that she would see you at school the next day. You nodded, pulling her into a hug before she went inside of her house. “I don’t think you should go home, sugar. The police will probably be looking for you.” He sighed, before finishing what he was saying. “Me too.” He peeled off towards Beale, the night seemingly dragging on as the two of you were like fugitives on the run. He managed to find a hotel in Beale, checking in as he led your shaking form to the room. “What are we gonna do, Elvis? I’m sure that we are gonna be in a world of trouble when our families realize that we are together.” Elvis shook his head as he sat on the bed, sighing out. “My parents are going to be more worried about me being out all night. They don’t like these laws either, sugar. Besides, I told them about ya already. They only want me to be happy, they don’t care what color you are.” 
Elvis seemed angry, quite fed up about the events that happened but he was more worried about you. He pulled you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked up at you. “Let’s just wait it out here, sugar. I’ll take ya home in the morning.” You nodded your head, putting the thought of the anger that your father would have at the back of your mind. You looked down at him, his blue eyes burning a fire inside of you as you leaned down to kiss his lips. He returned your kiss, moving his hand up your thigh as he laid you back on the bed. Your lips moved against him as he crawled on top of you, the heat of the moment mixed with the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins pushed you forward as you moaned against his mouth. He slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you as his hands moved slowly up your dress. You weren’t worried or scared about what would happen between you as your fingers unbuttoned his shirt. You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, his soft skin burning under your touch. 
He pushed your dress up your hips, moving his lips from yours as he kissed down your jawline before reaching your neck. You moaned out in pleasure, running your fingers down his shoulders as you tilted your head back to allow him more access to your skin. “Are you sure you wanna do this, sugar? We can stop, I-I ain’t trying to take advantage of ya.” You pressed your finger against his lip to stop him from speaking as you nodded your head. “I’m ready, Elvis. I love you.” You whispered as he looked into your eyes again before he moved your finger from his lips. He pressed chaste kisses to your fingers before he kicked his shoes off of his feet, helping you take your dress off of your body. You pressed your lips to his once again, the passion burning as he took in your body. 
“You’re so beautiful, sugar. So beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled down your panties from your hips, throwing them on the floor where his shirt lay. He sucked in a breath, eyes widening at how beautiful you looked. He kissed down your body, pulling your legs up to lay over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of the bed. He kissed your thighs softly, nipping and biting at your skin. “You taste so sweet, baby. Everything that I’ve ever wanted.” His tongue ran a stripe across your pussy, a long moan passing your lips as you threw your head back in ecstasy. He moaned against your pussy, tongue circling around your throbbing bud as he slid one of his fingers inside of you. The burning sensation took your breath away, but it wasn't as overwhelming as you thought it would be. He groaned at how tight you felt around his finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. 
You gasped as he wrapped his lips around your bud, sucking softly as he continued fingering you. “Elvis, please. I need more.” You whimpered as he pulled away from you, looking into your brown eyes as he nodded his head. He stood up from his position on the floor, unbuckling his trousers as he slid them off of his body. Your eyes widened at the bulge that was prevalent in his underwear. He pulled his underwear down, discarding it to the side before he climbed on top of you. His lips pressed to yours in a soft kiss, humming against your lips as he continued staring into your eyes. You were falling into a sea of love, nothing could get you out. He aligned himself at your entrance, pushing slowly inside of you. You hissed out in pain, the burning sensation now overwhelming you as you held on to his shoulders. His hands caressed your body, lips peppering kisses along your jaw as he pushed into you to the hilt. He didn’t move, in fact, he waited for you to tell him that you were ready. 
The burning didn’t last long, turning into pleasure as he was inside. You nodded your head, giving him the green light to continue. He slowly grinds his hips against you, his cock buried deep inside of you as he laces his fingers with yours. He was sensual, eyes darkening as he moved his hips slowly inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting his body closer to you. He moaned in your ear, pressing kisses to your ear lobe before he whispered that he loved you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as his words touched your heart. “Faster please, Elvis.” You whined, squeezing at his hands. He sped up his thrusts, his eyes still staring into yours as he smiled softly. There was no place he would rather be than with you, his smile sending butterflies into your soul. He grunted out in pleasure, not sure if he would be able to last. He didn’t want to hurt you, ensuring that with every thrust that you were comfortable. 
You moaned out in pleasure, pulling your hands from his before placing them on his cheeks. You pulled him down to kiss him, groaning out in pleasure as he hit spots that you didn’t know felt so good. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love you and I’ll protect you with everything that I got.” He whispered against your lips as he continued his thrusts inside of you. The love that you shared at that moment was beautiful, not once thinking about the consequences that being with each other held. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Is that alright?” He asked, pulling away from your lips as his hips stayed at the same pace. “That’s alright baby, me either.” The coil in your stomach was pulling apart, your world spiraling as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly, pressing your lips to his once again as he chased his own pleasure. 
Elvis grunted as he came shortly after, covering your walls with his essence as he kissed you firmly. “God, I love you, baby. I love you so much.” He whispered as he came down from his high, pulling you into his arms as the both of you laid in the bed, spent and madly in love with one another. The silence in the room was oddly comforting to you, almost as if you were at home with Elvis. Elvis looked over at you with a weak smile on his face, kissing your forehead as he thought about what laid in the next few days for the both of you after tonight was over. “I think I should talk to your father about us. I know you don’t wanna hear that, sugar but I love ya. I think that he should hear it from me.” You were stunned, but nevertheless, you agreed. 
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The next morning, you and Elvis headed to your house. You were sure that your father was angry, his daughter wasn’t home. You took him by the hand as you walked with him to your front door. The front door swung open before you could open it, the look on your father’s face was a look of relief that you were safe. He looked over at Elvis, eyes widening as he looked back at you with disbelief on his features. “Y/N, you deliberately disobeyed me and you didn’t come home last night. I was worried sick!” He glared at you. “Daddy, I was out with Elvis and Velma last night after the game. We went to a party, but the police broke it up. Elvis figured we would be safe somewhere until they were off of our trail.” Your daddy walked inside of the house, not saying a word. You looked at Elvis as you led him inside. “I know I’m not gonna be able to keep you away from him, little bee. But, you have to be careful.” He sobbed from the chair as he put his face in his hands.
Elvis stood in front of your father, getting down on his knee as he was face to face with him. “Sir, I want to apologize. It was my fault that all of this happened, but I’m serious when I say that I love your daughter. You may not think that we don’t know anything about love, that we are young. But, I love her. I have never loved anybody like this other than my mother.” Your father’s eyes looked up at Elvis, shaking his head. “What are you gonna do when the police find out about the two of you? How–How are you gonna keep my little girl safe?” His voice broke as he stared down the man that you loved. “Sir, I will put my life on the line for your daughter. I know you’re worried about these laws that they have in place, but I am willing to fight beside her for as long as I live. The laws won’t stop me from seeing her. I won’t stop seeing her, I love her. I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting her in harm's way, but it ain’t ever happening again.”
You sat on the other side of your father, rubbing his back as he sobbed in his hands. “I promised her mother that I would protect her. This world isn’t safe for people like us, Elvis. You can walk and do as you please, but not little bee. She’s judged everyday for her skin and it wasn’t even her fault.” Elvis sighed as he patted your father’s knee. “Sir, I can’t speak for others but for me, I don’t see color. My family doesn’t see color. We were raised in black neighborhoods because we are poor. We are no better to them than leeches, but I want to give your daughter a better life. We will fight for people to see that love doesn’t know color or money. Even if we are poor for the rest of our lives, Y/N will never have to want for anything. I’ll work my fingers to the bone to assure you and her that I can take care of her and love her properly.” 
Your father nodded his head as he looked over at you. “Is this what you want, little bee?” His eyes from the tears in his eyes as he waited for your response. “I want to be with Elvis, daddy. I love him and he loves me. I don’t care about what people think about us, I just want to be happy. I know that mama would want me to be happy and I know that you do too.” He stared at you for a while before looking over at Elvis who looked scared at what would come out of this conversation. “Alright Elvis, you best protect my little girl or I will take her back from you and you will never see her again.” He put his hand out, Elvis shaking it firmly as he nodded his head. “I will protect her as long as I live, sir. Thank you for trusting me with her.” Your father stood up from his chair, patting Elvis on this shoulder before kissing your forehead. “I’m going to bed, I’ve been up all night wondering where you’ve been. I’m tired.” He weakly said as he disappeared from the room, leaving you in the living room with Elvis. 
Elvis sighed out as he pulled you into his arms. “What happens now, Elvis?” You asked, nuzzling your face into his chest. “We will have to begin the fight for our love, sugar. I graduate next year, so I want to marry you. I know that we can’t get married here, but we can go anywhere that will allow us to get married. I wanna pick up music, but I will work until something happens. I just wanna take care of ya.” He placed his lips on yours as he held you in his arms. You were afraid, not sure how you could pull this off but you didn’t question it. All you could do was wait until Elvis graduated next year to see how your life with him would begin. You were willing to wait as long as you could, willing to put up with the stupid segregation laws until it was time. As long as you had Elvis, you could wait as long as time permitted. “I love you, sugar. I’ll do anything to pledge my love to ya. Football doesn’t mean a thing to me now that I have you.” You nodded your head as you held onto him and he held onto you. 
True enough, Elvis graduated the following year. He took up a job at Crown Electric as an apprentice electrician. He even decided to go record a few songs down at Sun Records. You and your father had grown close with his family, having dinners at their home. His mother, Gladys, adored you. She even told Elvis that she didn’t want any other girl to be her daughter other than you. One summer day, Elvis told you to dress in something white. You didn’t know what he had planned, but he did. You two made the long trip up to Ohio for the weekend, where he made true to his promise to make you his wife. You still had to keep it secret, the only people knowing that you were marrying were his family, your father, and your friends Velma and Faith. You were happy, finishing high school the following year as Elvis was starting to gain traction with his music. You moved into his new home with his family, leaving your father scared about letting his little girl go. 
You were sad to leave him behind, but he wasn’t far from you. Elvis did everything that he promised your father, never letting you have to want for anything. You stayed at home with Gladys, keeping up the home like a good little housewife. Elvis was happy that everything was going according to his plan, showing you everyday how much he loved and cherished you. Time would change, you would like to believe. You didn’t know how long it would take, but you were willing to wait to finally be able to be in public with your husband, share in his newfound stardom. For now, you would be happy to stay at home while he was out ensuring that his family was taken care of. As long as you had Elvis, time could continue ticking forward. You had all the time in the world to be with him and that was what kept pushing you on.
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isthlsfate · 1 year
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*ೃ༄ That’s All Right
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warnings: LONG, tooth rotting fluff, slight swearing, time skips, mentions of the colonel, smut (mdni!)
pairing: 50s elvis presley/austin!elvis x black reader
word count: 2.3k+
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*:・゚✧ 07.59
“(y/n), i don’t usually do this but i need ya to perform tonight.”
at the sound of her boss’s words she drops the dishes she was washing, flinching at the loud “clank!” they make. (y/n) quickly dries her hands off and heads up to the front where she had heard his voice come from.
“m’sorry, alonzo, i-i don’t think i heard ya right.” she stutters, resting her arms on the bar counter. alonzo chuckles, taking one last look at the club before giving her his full attention.
“ya did, sweetheart. i’m expectin’ a big crowd tonight and i don’t have enough entertainment.”
the brown skinned girl opens and closes her mouth in disbelief, “why not have b.b. perform twice? or w-what about lil’ richard?”
the elder of the two gives (y/n) a stern and knowing look.
“ya tryna tell me this ain’t somethin’ you’ve been dreamin’ of?”
she sighs, glaring at the elder man before nodding nonetheless.
alonzo lets out a noise of contentment and pulls her in for a hug.
“go on upstairs and get changed, we’ll be openin’ soon.”
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as usual, the club handy crowd was huge and lively. (y/n) sat at the bar taking small sips of her drink, attempting to ease her nerves.
she wasn’t used to being out in the open like this, usually hidden away in the back washing dishes. every now and then she couldn’t help herself and she’d sneak to the front, perched behind the bar jamming along to the soulful rhythm and blues of big mama thornton, b.b king, sister rosetta thorpe and artists alike.
her heart pounded in her ears as she eagerly awaited her turn to wow the crowd.
“let’s dance, honey. get those jitters outta ya.” b.b’s voice sounds beside her, causing her to jump in her seat. she visibly relaxes at the sight of him, taking his outstretched hand without hesitation.
b.b. guides her into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, doing a little shimmy to encourage her. (y/n) lets out a giggle, following in his footsteps.
its not long before she forgets the feeling of anxiety and angst, moving along the floor as if no one else was there. the electric feel of lil’ richard’s voice overpowers her, her body taking over and her head running empty. she spins around, wiggles, and shimmies.
the song soon changes from upbeat to the sensual, fervent kind she’s used to, her body becoming one with the rhythm.
she doesn’t even truly notice as a pair of arms snake around her waist, a warm body filling in behind her and following her movements.
(y/n) spins around in the strong arms and faces the stranger, her right leg wrapping around his waist as he step backwards, swaying their hips.
“you ain’t b.b.” she smiles, allowing the person to turn her around once again, her back against his front as they continue swaying.
the raven haired male lets out a sultry chuckle, his lips touching her ear as he speaks.
“don’t sound so disappointed.”
“do i know ya?”
“would ya like to?”
she tuts, pulling away, both intrigued and unsettled by his quick yet smooth responses.
his touch remains on her, the two of them still dancing softly, seeming to forget their surroundings.
“what’s your name, stranger?” the brown skinned girl smirks, moving her hips in a way that make her look even more irresistible.
“elvis.” he can’t stop himself from pulling her closer again, needing to feel her velvety skin against his, “what about you, doll?”
“it’s (y-“
“(y/n)! you’re up!” alonzo pushes through the crowd, his eyes widening a bit at the sight before him before quickly returning to normal.
the younger woman nods, bidding elvis one last look before rushing towards the stage.
she stands before the crowd with sweaty palms, her once calm and collected aura now tainted with fear and anxiety.
b.b., who she had lost in the midst of dancing now sat stage left with his guitar, giving her a thumbs up and a huge grin.
she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives him the cue to start.
“mmm, black snake crawlin’ in my room” ♪
her voice entrances the crowd, like a siren in the middle of the sea. her confidence boosts at the stunned silence of the group, her hips starting to sway along.
her body was on fire, a tingling sensation rushing from her toes up to the tip of her nose.
she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be okay with not performing in front of a crowd again.
she especially couldn’t stand the thought of not performing in front of a crowd with that elvis standing in it.
she could feel his sapphire eyes burning holes into her skin, she fought hard not to look right back at him.
it was like he was enthralled by her, she wasn’t sure if he’d even blinked this entire time.
by the time her song was coming to a close, the young folk of the group had begun dancing just as she had been dancing before, bodies rubbing against bodies, even a few kisses being shared here and there.
nothing in her life could ever live up to this moment.
b.b. strums a little solo at the end of the song and then rises up, giving the female a huge hug and joining in on the multitude of cheers from the crowd.
(y/n) steps down, immediately earning congratulations from alonzo and other fellow employees.
she smiles in thanks but her mind is only half focused on them as her eyes scan the room for her raven haired brute.
“ya didn’t tell me you could sing, sugar.”
the girl grins at the sound of his voice and the feel of his body heat behind her, spinning around to meet his dark gaze.
“ya didn’t ask.”
elvis grins back, grabbing her hand and tugging her further away from the crowd, who had begun to indulge in another performance.
“(y/n)’s a beautiful name.” he tells her, smile deepening at the little scrunch of her nose.
“elvis ain’t so bad either.” she jokes, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discontent at her faux idiocy towards his popularity.
truth be told she recognized him as soon as their eyes met, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of being drooled all over like the other women did.
the blue eyed male only laughs.
“so you can sing, you can dance, what else?”
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four months later!
alonzo had given (y/n) the day off, so after taking a small stroll around beale street in the early hours of the morning, she decided to relax in her room atop club handy.
her radio lowly hummed the tune of ella fitzgerald’s “blue skies” as she rearranged her closet, her feet moving along to the rhythm.
she’s so caught up in the music and the task at hand that she doesn’t hear the room door open, nor the footsteps coming near her.
at the feeling of hands grabbing her waist she lets out a scream, immediately swinging at the person only for her arm to be caught.
“whoa baby, it’s just me.”
“damnit, elvis! ya almost gave me a heart attack. did alonzo tell ya i was up here?”
the raven haired male chuckles, making himself comfortable on her bed.
“he didn’t have to, you’re always cooped up in here if ya ain’t doin’ dishes or performin’.”
(y/n) rolls her eyes, turning her radio down slightly before welcoming herself on elvis’ lap.
“things with the colonel goin’ alright?”
the male sighs, “as alright as the colonel can be.”
he grabs her by the chin and makes her look up at him, his eyes searching her face. he smiles, watching her nose crinkle as it always did when he did something to make her shy.
elvis was glad to have met her when he did. despite the tough, mellow man facade he put up, his up and coming fame was beginning to take a toll on him.
it was nice to stop by club handy and visit his girl, get a taste of reality for a little while.
(y/n) jumps off his lap abruptly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he watches with curious eyes as she scurries back over to her radio and turns the dial, the volume increasing.
at the first sound of his own voice playing through the speaker, he falls back onto the bed with a groan.
his girl only giggles, rushing to his side and pulling him up.
“well it’s down at the end of lonely street, at heartbreak hotel.” ♪
she sings, her lips puckered as she tries to copy his signature smolder.
she bounces on her tippy toes, making faces at elvis, coaxing him to join her. it’s not long before he does.
(y/n) watches in adoration as the music swallows him, just as it does her. she could watch him perform day and night.
elvis notices her staring as he backs her towards the bed, still singing along. he gently pushes her down and climbs atop her, his hands holding her face.
“i’ll be so lonely, i could die.” ♪
he sings in a hushed voice before capturing her lips in a kiss.
(y/n) lets out a soft moan, her hands roaming his body as he grinds his hips into hers.
elvis kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse in the process, lips following quickly after his fingers.
he stops below her belly button and lifts up, connecting their lips once again.
“i-im ready, e.” the sound of his sweet girl’s words cause his breath to catch in his throat. he backs away from her a little to look her sternly in her eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.
“are ya sure, doll? we don’t have to.”
(y/n) rolls her eyes, “i been sure since the day we first danced, elvis. just been waiting for the right time.”
“oh really?” the male teases, unbuttoning his black lace shirt in the process. his girl only nods, her attention focused on exploring his body with her eyes.
elvis flips them so that they’re facing one another, his hands gently pulling down her panties and pants altogether.
she whimpers at the cold air grazing against her now bare body, her hands grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.
the raven haired male pulls his own pants down before he lifts her leg over his hip, his tip teasing her entrance and eliciting a sigh from the both of them.
with a deep thrust he enters her, reveling in the sounds that leave her lips. he kisses all along her face, whispering words of praise.
his hips pick up in speed, his own moans leaving his lips as he feels himself nearing his climax.
he opens his eyes at the soft touch of (y/n)’s hands grabbing his face, tears brimming her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. of all the sights he’s seen her, this one had just become his favorite.
“i love you, elvis.”
those four words send him over the edge, his lips sloppily meeting hers as his thrusts get sharper, his load spilling inside her. he keeps his pace, bringing her to her own orgasm, his kisses swallowing her moans.
elvis buries his head in her neck, not quite ready to leave her just yet. he places gentle pecks along her sweaty skin.
“i love ya too, darlin’.”
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*:・゚✧ 02.60
“calm down now, alonzo! i still wanna have my independence, i’ll come in an’ work whenever ya call me.”
“i know, it just ain’t gonna be the same without ya living here, honey.” the elder man pulls (y/n) in for a hug, careful not to squeeze her too tight due to her growing bump.
she glances over at elvis when the two of them pull away, a small smile adorning her face at his fond expression. he knew asking her to move to graceland with him would be a huge step, alonzo had damn near raised her.
he was beyond grateful to her for making his dreams come true and saying yes. the house was cold and lonely without the warmth of his mother. he had fired the colonel soon after her passing, but there was still a lot of damage to be fixed and it felt easier with her right by his side.
“i never took ya for such a sap.” she teases alonzo, welcoming the warm embrace of her boyfriend who had scurried over to them.
“y’all get on now! tell your daddy “hi” for me, elvis.”
“yes, sir.” the raven haired male salutes, grabbing (y/n)’s hand and leading her out to his cadillac.
once she’s settled in he rushes to the driver side, sitting down and taking a minute to admire her beauty.
“stop starin’.” she deadpans, her nose scrunching.
elvis reaches forward and gives her a big kiss.
“i’ll stare all i want, you look damn gorgeous carryin’ my baby.”
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the ride to graceland goes by shortly—elvis had sped a little, the excitement of showing his girl her new home taking over.
he opens the front door for her, eyes never leaving her frame as he watches her take in the home.
after some time, (y/n) turns to him, “where’s the radio?”
the blue eyed male laughs a genuine laugh, shocked at her question. he quickly grabs one from the kitchen and hands it to her, contemplating what she could possibly be doing.
she immediately switches it on, her eyes widening at the song playing.
“that’s all right mama, that’s all right for you” ♪
elvis groans, it’d be just his luck a song of his is the first to play.
(y/n) saunters over to him, a little shimmy in her step as she does so.
“can’t really dance to your version the way ya can mine.” she teases, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
elvis brushes his raven locks out of his face, a grin taking up his face.
“ya can’t even dance that way no more, lil’ mama. not with a lil presley in ya.”
(y/n) rolls her eyes but the smile on her face is apparent.
she rests her head on elvis’ shoulder and sways with him, reveling in the life and the man she had been so lucky to be gifted.
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isthlsfate · 1 year
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(reads my own wip) wow this is crazy hope it gets finished sometime soon
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Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.
queen of graceland
summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.
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Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.
These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.
Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.
"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."
You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."
His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"
You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.
Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.
"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"
Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."
"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."
Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.
In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.
in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.
"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."
You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"
Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."
A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."
He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.
"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."
A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.
"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."
If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.
His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.
It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.
"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."
A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.
It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."
True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.
"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."
One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."
He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."
Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."
The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.
Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.
It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.
"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."
In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."
All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.
The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.
You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."
His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."
You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.
Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."
Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."
And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.
It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.
You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.
And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?
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