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The final rose
||warnings- death, grieving, funeral||
The funeral concluded. That was it. Nothing more. The final rose had been thrown, the casket had lowered. No more words spoke except the condolences.
His hands rested on the dirt. Staring at the casket in the ground. The love of his life laid upon the soft pillows that lined the casket walls.
“Daddy..” his daughters. Elvis looked at them and looked back down at your closed casket, his heart laid with you, but he still had a duty to raise his girls.
He stood up from the ground and picked the both of them up, going to the car and getting them in, getting in himself.
That night was rough. Your side stayed static and cold. Not like you were gone for a little bit-more like you were never there.
He held your pillow so tight as he tried and tried to sleep, hoping if he held it tight enough you’d come back.
It was worse than when he lost his mother. He couldn’t think for himself as much, he had a hard time doing anything, he just held onto what he had of his girl.
He cried but sometimes he couldn’t, it overwhelmed him too much. Especially when he had to think about going back on stage. You no longer there to back him up or do a duet with him. No more roses for your outstanding performance. No more excuses to stay home and be with you. No more of you.
The anchor he held onto so tightly. So faithfully. He had never been faithful to anyone but you. Because you deserved it more than anything. You held so much grace it made his life worth living. You made him happy.
He tried his hardest to be okay, got his girls. Your girls.
But holding it together when they would ask if mommy was ever coming back home was impossible. It felt impossible without you.
The first time he stepped on stage without you clapping the loudest haunted him. He broke down in front of his audience for the first time. Soft and broken apologies mumbled into the microphone as he stared at the empty space that he insisted stay empty.
His heart laid with you in the ground as he looked at your empty seat.
No more roses for the voice he so deeply fell in love with.
One Bed
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It was February of 1970. You were filling in for Kathy Westmoreland as Elvis’ backup singer for his shows at the Houston Astrodome—she was sick, and Elvis had asked for you personally.
You and Elvis had known each other practically your whole lives. Your friendship had always been platonic, rooted in music and long-standing trust.
You were on a separate bus from the other backup singers and band members. Elvis insisted you ride with him and the guys. You would’ve said no—if you knew it meant getting little to no sleep. The entire ride was filled with shouting, laughing, wrestling… the usual chaos that came with Elvis and his Mafia.
It was supposed to be an eight-hour drive from Memphis to Houston. It turned into nearly ten after Elvis decided to stop for food and stage a spontaneous roadside karate match.
By the time you finally arrived at the hotel, your head was pounding. You followed Elvis and the guys off the bus, barely keeping your eyes open.
“Ya look tired,” Elvis said, stating the obvious.
“I am,” you replied, rubbing your eye, earning a soft chuckle from him.
“You’ll be able to sleep soon, baby,” he murmured, rubbing your back gently as he led you inside, the guys trailing behind.
Elvis had rented out two whole floors, but just your luck—they were one room short. Someone would have to share.
“Y/N can stay in my room,” Elvis offered quickly. “That okay?” he asked, glancing over at you.
You nodded, too tired to think twice. “Mhm,” you hummed sleepily.
You stepped into the elevator together. As it began its slow ascent, you leaned your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes. He wrapped his arm around you, rubbing your arm in slow, comforting strokes.
The elevator finally came to a stop. Elvis led you to the room and said goodnight to the others as they peeled off down the hall. You stifled a yawn as he fiddled with the keycard.
The door opened. One bed.
“There’s only one bed,” you sighed.
Elvis just smirked. “So?”
You followed him inside and shut the door.
“Wanna take a shower?” he asked.
You nodded. Almost too tired to care, but knowing it’d help you relax.
“I’ll start it for ya,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slipping into the bathroom.
You sighed, opened your suitcase, and pulled out a T-shirt and shorts. Elvis returned a minute later.
“It’s ready. Boiling hot—just how ya like it,” he grinned.
You chuckled lightly. “Thanks,” you murmured before stepping into the bathroom. The hot water hit your body like a blanket, fogging the mirror almost instantly. You stayed there for what felt like forever, letting the warmth seep into your bones.
After fifteen minutes, you convinced yourself to get out before you fell asleep standing up. You dried off, changed, brushed your hair and teeth, and padded back into the bedroom.
Elvis was sitting on the bed, watching something on his video camera. One thing about Elvis—he loved recording everything. Photos, videos—moments frozen in time.
“Feel better?” he asked with a smile.
You nodded, your voice a whisper. “Yeah.”
You slipped under the covers. He stood and stretched. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Get some rest,” he said.
You nodded again, eyes already drifting shut.
He came back twenty minutes later. You were sound asleep, which didn’t surprise him. He carefully slipped into bed, the shift in weight making you stir.
“Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he whispered.
You mumbled softly and shifted, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you instinctively.
“Why do you have so many videos of me?” you asked sleepily. Before knocking out, you had peeked at his video camera—most of the footage was of you. You laughing with friends. Napping on the bus. Swimming at Graceland. Tiny, quiet moments.
His fingers, which had been tracing shapes along your arm, paused.
“You’re my muse,” he joked.
You glanced up at him. “Perv.”
He laughed. “Go to sleep.”
“Not until you tell me the real reason.”
“You’re real stubborn—”
“Elvis.”
Silence. He hesitated, like he was working up the nerve.
“I… I’m in love with ya, Y/N,” he finally said, voice soft. “I thought it was just one of those things we don’t talk about.”
“I’m in love with you too,” you murmured, pressing a kiss into the crook of his neck. “Now I’m going to sleep.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “Okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head and closing his eyes.
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Can we please get a part 2 of “why must we be like this” PLEASEEEE
Soon! I need to figure out what to do with it and give it a little more story then ill write it!❤️
Can I request a fluff where the girlfriend is pregnant but scared to tell Elvis and one day she gets the courage to tell him! And does it in a cool way. And can you add a little smut in there
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You had just found out you were pregnant from the doctor a day or two ago, the only person to know you might be pregnant was your best friend Charlie. He had taken you to the doctor to check, keeping it a secret from Elvis.
The night of Elvis’s residency in Vegas started, the lights were on the stage, your husband wiggled his hips just like he was back in the 50’s.
You couldn’t stop thinking of the growing child in your stomach.
Right before the show ended you made your way backstage, stopping by the room he would get interviewed in eventually and pulling one of the interviewers aside.
You’ve vaguely known the interviewer, he followed a lot of Elvis, he was pretty sweet and very respectful. Elvis even liked him, answered his questions and had normal conversations with him.
You plotted with him, whispering in the hall about how you want him to break the news to Elvis. You’d be in the room, off to the side so if he needs any help you’d be there.
Soon enough the interview started, Elvis walked in the room with his big grin and an outfit you wanted to shred off of him.
The questions spilled out all over till they had to make them go one at a time, then the question you’ve been waiting for.
“Elvis, whats it like knowing you’re about to be a father?”
“Well, i-do what?” He asks, frowning his brows slightly.
“Whats it like knowing you’re about to be a father?” The interviewer repeated.
Elvis glanced at you, his lips parted. You just nod, a confirmation.
“Well i..i didn’t just know till now” he says with a chuckle, his eyes focused on you still. “Come here baby” he says. “I’d like to introduce ya all to my wife, who’s supposedly pregnant”
You walk around the table to him and smile.
“Ya really are?” He whispers once you reach him, his arm slipping around your waist.
You smile at him and nod, your hands wrapping around his waist. “Yeah, i found out a few days ago”
He presses a kiss to your head. “I love ya” he murmurs, a wide smile on his face as he answers more questions.
“Go to the dressin’ room ill be in there to change in a second” he whispers to you in between questions, with that, you kiss his cheek and leave the room.
Your walk to the dressing room was quiet, open and needed. The smile on your face knowing Elvis finally knew.
It wasn’t too long till Elvis came strutting into the dressing room. His face glowing with that new found thought of being a father.
“Hi baby” he says, coming over to you and immediately pressing his lips to yours. “So its true? ‘M gonna be a daddy?”
“Yeah, an incredible daddy” you answer, arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you”
His hands moved to yours waist, a different more sensual touch than earlier. “I love ya too mama, so damn much” his hands slipped under your shirt, feeling up your ribs slowly.
He was slow with getting your shirt off, like if a snail was put in slowmotion. He took his time admiring the woman who held his child, even if the child was smaller then his ring right now, it was still the start of something incredible.
“Need ya mama” he whispers. You nod and undo the buckle of his belt, his pants slipping down the belt making a clink against the floor.
He works on your pants, getting them off you and picking you up by your thighs. His current favorite position right now—against the wall.
He pressed your back against the cold wall and pressed his lips hungrily against yours, lining himself up and pressing his hips forward, letting out a groan from his throat.
“Fuck-..” you breathe out, pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath. “Youre doin’ so good mama, s’good” he says as he moves his hips at a steady pace.
“El-..shit” he searches your eyes and presses his forehead to yours.
“Can’t believe ‘m gonna be a daddy” he breathes out, you bite your lip and nod.
“An incredible one” you say as steadily as you can.
“Ya feel s’good mama, gonna-..fuck” he huffs, the adrenaline and excitement from the show the interview and the announcement all fell on him, he didn’t last as long as usual but you didn’t either it was all just as overwhelming to you.
“Me too, let go-..” you say before pressing your lips to his.
Then he did, so did you. In the arms of each other with nothing but love to show for it.
He cleaned you up after he rode both of your highs out. Laying you on the couch and getting his jacket off before laying behind you, his arms wrapped around you and a smile on his face.
“We just going to lay here naked?” He nods.
“Just for a lil’ while mama”
Hi my fellow EP fan. I'm in need of something uplifting as life has been shitty right now. Could you make a fic where female!reader has autism and has a severe sensory overload and Elvis and the Memphis Mafia take care of her and help her calm down. Thank you. And keep TCB real!!!!
“Ya okay baby?” Elvis asks as he sits beside you, buckling his seatbelt for take-off. His hand reaches over and buckles yours making sure you seen his hand.
You hum and lean your head softly against his shoulder. “Its okay mama, the plan will take off fast” he tries.
Your heart was starting to beat faster in your chest, that itself was making everything worse.
Your breathing sped up, your hands moved to find something—anything to fidget with. Then his hand caught yours.
“Hey hey..baby its okay” “im gonna be okay” you mumble back.
The guys are quick to get up and come help Elvis as you start. You started to get irritated, the noise of the jets, the pump of your heart in your ears, the seatbelt light.
Tears flooded your eyes then charlie smiled at you and put his hands up to signal he was about to touch you, he laid his hands over your ears and Elvis squeezed your hand softly.
Your heart beat became more steady and you were able to follow it with panic. That was the only noise you heard till the plane was safely in the sky.
Once Charlie removed his hands you didn’t worry much about the jets, Elvis talked over them and the guys made sure you had something to focus on to keep your mind busy.
An- SORRY i have no clue how autism functions and i didn’t have much time to research it as im getting ready for bootcamp but i hope its good enough.
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Once Elvis died, you just laid in bed, begging god to give you the will to be okay without your husband.
He was your everything then he disappeared. Life without the man you evolved around.
Your heart broke more and more everyday. the man you owed it all to was gone.
You begged for him back, begged for the man that gave you everything to come back. It was cruel though. You wanted to be mad at him, you really did, but you couldn’t. Maybe if you could you wouldn’t be where you’re at now.
But Life doesn’t play fair, not when it’s stripped your heart completely out from under you. What made it worse was you saw him.
His face pressed against the floor, his skin pale from the time spent alone—cold. You weren’t home when he fell, so it all happened so fast you didn’t have time to process— then.
The last little bit of air escaped his lungs and he was completely and soulfully gone.
He didn’t even get to go on the tour he wanted to.
He wasn’t alive.
Your life, your whole world crumbled under your feet when you seen him laying there.
You could feel yourself breaking from that moment, the slow and painful descent of your health. Your will to be here without him.
It all fluttered, it ruined you.
Some nights you’d stare at his side of the bed, run your fingers over his pillow like maybe he was just away for a show. Hoping maybe he’d walk through the bedroom door with that big grin on his face.
You missed his dumb comments and his dumb jokes, The way he let you play with his hair and make it look stupid, his warm hugs especially the ones when you were upset, him. His everything. His voice telling you he’d be okay when he laid in a hospital bed. His rings pressed cold against your skin when you needed it most.
Life just fell apart without the structure he built. You had everything—his clothes, cars, house, money, everything. But him.
It worried you, not knowing if someone would try to do something stupid with him not being home or a call away to protect you.
The guys stopped coming over much, the house hurt them as much as it hurt you. The smell of him in every direction, a different memory playing in your head every time there was slightly different smell.
His laugh haunted you, lying in the beats of your heart.
You didn’t know how to deal with him being gone so you didn’t.
You hardly seen his friends, his daughter, his family—you were alone in this.
After a little over two months after his death, sonny came over. His footsteps coming up the stairs made you look at the open door, your cheek buried against one of Elvis’s shirts.
“Hey..” he says, coming into the room slowly so theres room for you to tell him not to.
You gave him that forced, small smile you almost perfected.
“You don’t look well” he says bluntly.
“Just tired” you answer, you were, that just wasn’t the full truth.
“Elvis told us to take care of you and lisa no matter what..he-” his voice cracked making him cut himself off to ‘stay strong’, clearing his throat. “He always knew he’d-..uhm..go young..”
“Im okay sonny” you say softly, he hesitates a little before nodding.
“Can i sit?” He asks, pointing at the edge of the bed by your feet.
You glance at the spot and nod.
Once he sat down, it was quiet for a little bit till he broke it.
“I never meant to hurt him, I loved him like family..” he says, looking at you. “I wanted to help him..I couldn’t watch my best friend kill himself with pills”
You looked at him fully, slowly sitting up.
“The last time i talked to him, he was upset with me..i didn’t know it would actually be my last time talking to him..” tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to stop them. “I just wanted to tell him im sorry”
You nod and scoot closer to him. “He didn’t hold a grudge against you, you know? He loved you too sonny, he was just mad”
“I didn’t want to make him mad, i just wanted him to see what he was doing to himself” finally, he lets out a sob. His eyes red from trying to hard to keep from crying. It was a lot on him though.
You wrap your arms around him, he immediately responds by wrapping his arms around you. “He wanted to have you and red back.” You whisper, trying to keep your own tears from falling.
“I just wish i was a better friend to him in the end” thats what broke you, again. ‘The end’ there that should never be said in regard to your husband.
It stayed quiet after that, save for the sobs that came from your mouths, 15 feet from the bathroom that held the haunting memory.
“I have to go soon-..uh i’ll see you in a couple days okay? Ill come see you as much as i can.” He breathes out, you nod letting go of him and watching him leave not knowing that would be his last time.
You laid in the bed with a huff, glancing at Elvis’s bible. You grabbed it and ran your fingers through the fine pages, you felt comforted by it, reading his little notes and running your fingers over the ink lines.
You flipped to a random page, reading one of the verses.
“I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of his troubles” psalm 34:4-6
You reread it over and over. You were tired, sick, hurt. But for some reason you read it so many times you could probably recite it in your sleep.
You thought maybe he’d save you from your troubles too, maybe he’d hear you cry for help long enough he’d hear you and help.
It was that night, you fell asleep. That page laid open, on Elvis bedside.
That’s exactly how you were found.
Your hand lying on your husband’s pillow, his bible open beside you.
He heard your cries, he helped you.
Though you passed with a heart too shattered to fix, your soul went to your husband.
The worst part of it though, sonny decided to come back the next day. He was the only to find you, through the broken sobs he let out he had to call 911 and the rest of the guys to let them know.
that a part of Elvis just left the building.
Hiii can I request a fluff Elvisxfem reader where the reader finds out she pregnant and tells Elvis in a cool way?
“Hey el? Can we go for a drive? Just a few minutes?” You ask, looking at Elvis. He smiles and shrugs.
“We can, i gotta get my shoes on” he says, looking at his bible—finishing the verse he was reading before getting up and slipping on his boots.
The second you get down to the car from the suite you turn on the radio to the station you called when elvis was asleep.
“We gotta listen to this?” He asks with a groan, turning down the last part of blue suede shoes.
“Yes dont turn it down”
Turning the knob back up you lay your head on his shoulder, let the next few songs play as he drives you around.
“We have an announcement for one of our special listeners. We want to give a special welcome to Elvis Presley and his family” the broadcaster says.
“Whats he on about?” Elvis reaches over and turns the radio up a little more.
“Now, everyone the announcement is extra special this ones not just a dedication, it’s a celebration We’ve got a message going out to elvis from his lovely lady.”
Theres a pause, Elvis’s lips parted in surprise and suspense.
“She says, To the man who stole my heart in 1960 get ready to share it, Because in the next 9 months we’re gonna be parents”
The fade of love me as though there was no tomorrow started up. Enhancing the moment.
“That’s right everyone, Elvis and his wife are expecting and Elvis is gonna be a daddy. So buckle up for the ride of your life Elvis, because you’re have alot on your hands..”
The car stops in a parking lot and Elvis looks at you, words unable to come out.
“Congratulations from all of us here at w-l-o-v-e and now, this one’s for the newest little heartbeat on the way and the king of rock and roll.”
The rest of love me as though there no tomorrow played, Elvis, smiled at you as glens voice rung through the car.
He pushed some hair out of your face and kissed your head. “When did ya figure out?”
“When i went to the doctor thinking i had the flu..but it’s just our baby” you say, he chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“I love ya so much” he whispers softly, planting kisses all along your face.
“I love you too El..so much”
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Forever or not
Elvis sat by you, his wife. His heart hammered against his ribs. Confessions weren’t his strong point. Confessions Of being unfaithful, mentally unavailable. Unsure how long he could stand to be tied down.
He loved you, your kids, the twin girls that just turned 3. His heart hurt though, it didn’t beat for you the way it used to. But he still loved you. He was just..bored.
You weren’t enough for him. “What now?” You ask, confessions weren’t your strong suit either. Yours though. You couldn’t listen to them.
“I just..cant do it anymore..” his hand is hesitant but he grabs yours. “I-..still love ya..”
“But im not someone you want to spend your life with? What about the girls?”
He pauses. His breathing holding.
“‘M still their daddy..” he says.
“Not if you’re leaving like this..” you get up and go upstairs to your room, getting a bag and packing clothes.
“‘M sorry..i just don’ wanna hurt ya more” he says, you stop and look at him and sigh.
“Its not me you should worry about..its your daughters” you walk past him and go to the girls rooms, packing the bag with some of their clothes.
“Come on girls..tell daddy bye” they nod and make their way out of the room together, hugging elvis with big grins.
“Please don’ take ‘em” he says, leaning down and wrapping his arms around them. “I have to..” you go and grab their hands once they pull away from him.
“Bye elvis”
With that you leave. Leaving the home you built a life in. Leaving everything but your girls
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college prof!billie x student!reader
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warnings: older!billie x younger!reader, slowslowslow burn, eventual smut, college life, hella tension, quiet/shy reader
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There will be a few chapters out of following Presley in the next few days, i finished writing a few chapters of it today but there are like 7?? Chapters on wattpad im posting the ones i wrote today later so if you don’t want to wait js go to wattpad its the same name ❤️
Tears streamed down both of your cheeks, looking at each other with want, not lust, just a pure need for each other to be present.
“Im not enough for you” he says, sobs stuck in his throat. “You’re more than enough” you say, going over to him.
“My life would not be where it is without you..you got me here..” you add, laying your hands on his cheeks. Something reckless and untold settled between you.
“I just wish you thought i was enough” your words cut deep. Straight to his heart.
“Ya are mama..please don’ go” he says.
Sneak peek to a new mini series ———
||Following Presley||
An Elvis fan fiction
~series warnings- smut, lots of angst, abuse, rejection, anger, fighting, strong language, denial, things that sound suicidal, death of multiple people, breakups, drama-
||warnings have been advised continue at your own risk||
Following Presley
