Author’s Note: I’ve never been to Graceland, but I did some research about where things are located. Still, the places mentioned might not perfectly match reality.Enjoy 💕
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, violence, blood
You couldn’t help but grin at yourself in the mirror. The makeup popped, your eyes sparkled, and your lips looked bold. Your nails caught your eye next. Never had them done up like this before, but it felt nice. You ran your fingers over the dress the tailor had poured his heart into. It was stunning. Sapphire blue, smooth as a whisper against your skin, hugging you just right. Hard to believe that only a few days ago, you were a totally different person.
The door squeaked open, loud enough to slice through the quiet. Judy, Sonny’s girl, breezed in like sunshine, all smiles with a box of hairpins in hand and a vibe that said everything’s gonna be okay.
“Come on, that hair’s begging for a little love” she said, her voice cozy as she stepped up, tossing a shawl over the chair like it was no big deal.
Her hands got to work, weaving through your hair with this effortless knack that almost put you in a trance. A twist, a tuck…suddenly, you felt your shoulders loosen up.
You caught your reflection and smiled, a little spark of excitement bubbling inside.
But the only thing was that Elvis wasn’t there.
Judy’s eyes flicked to yours in the mirror, she saw that flicker of worry. Her hands stilled for a beat.
“He’ll show up” she said, soft but sure like she’d peeked inside your head.
She slid a hairpiece in place with a quick, steady move, locking eyes with you through the glass.
“That man wouldn’t miss this for anything. Not when it’s you.”
You didn’t say a word, but your throat tightened.
The morning had been a mess, and you could still feel it rattling around inside you. You’d woken up alone in Elvis’s bed, the storm finally gone but leaving behind this sticky, heavy heat that made everything feel sluggish. You’d rolled over, reaching for him, but all you found was an empty armchair. Then Lisa came barreling in, wide-eyed, asking where her daddy had gone.
When you went looking, the house was a madhouse. Workers hammered at leaks, and the guys tore through the halls barking orders. Joe had stepped up, handling last-minute party stuff since the storm threw everything off. Elvis was nowhere.
Judy’s voice yanked you back. She stepped away with a little gasp of awe.
“Look at you” she breathed, staring like you were a painting come to life.
You twisted to see the back in the mirror, and for a second, you got lost in it: your hair, now free but falling in soft waves, swaying like it had a mind of its own.
She handed you some tiny silver earrings, their jingling like a quiet giggle as she hooked them on, the cool metal brushing your skin.
“You’re glowing,” she said, her voice dropping low with this warm, almost holy vibe, and she squeezed your shoulder, solid but sweet.
“This night’s all yours, and you feel it, don’t you?”
You froze for a second, stuck on your reflection. Judy tweaked one last strand, humming something soft, and the morning’s weight started to slip off, replaced by this jittery mix of pride and butterflies.
You let out a shaky breath, filling your chest, and turned for the stairs. Time to go.
As you headed down, the hum of voices got louder, pulling you in.
And there he was. Elvis.
He was by the front door, laughing with Joe, that deep, rolling sound bouncing around. He looked unreal, too good to be true. His black suit fit him like it was alive, showing off every line of him just right. The white shirt underneath, open a little at the chest, flashed tanned skin and a long necklace with red and blue stones swinging. His dark hair shone wild, and a silver ring glinted as he waved his hand.
You sucked in a quick breath.
Then he spotted you. Mid-sentence, his head turned, gave a lazy glance up the stairs, and he froze. Did a double take. His laugh snagged, his face softening into pure shock. Eyes wide, lips parted, breath stuck. Joe kept yakking, but Elvis was gone, locked on you. Soaking you in from head to toe, slow and starving, like he couldn’t process it.
“Goddamn, honey,” he rasped, voice gritty and breaking, stepping toward you as you hit the bottom stair.
“Elvis” you said, grinning. “Where have you been all day?”
“Had to handle some things… like this.”
He reached into his pocket, smooth as anything, and pulled out a diamond necklace that danced in the light.
“For the queen of the night,” he murmured, voice dipping low and private as he closed the gap.
“Oh my God, it’s gorgeous,” you gasped.
His fingers grazed your neck as he fastened it, warm and steady, sending a shiver racing down your back. The metal hit your collarbone, chilly at first, then warming up fast.
While your back was turned, you swallowed hard and found the guts to ask,
“I didn’t see you in bed. Did… something happen last night?”
You aimed for chill, but the embarrassment stung anyway. You needed to know.
Elvis went quiet for a split second, his face twitching. But he shook it off quickly, eyebrow cocking as that sly grin crept up.
“Nah, baby. You were snoring like a freight train. Had to save my ears.” He let out a big, warm laugh, letting it linger. Your face went hot.
Then, softer, he added,
“Got up early to deal with those damn leaks, that’s all. Don’t sweat it.”
He winked, and the weirdness dissolved.
He knew he was lying, but it was better than spilling something messy.
The garden lit up when the party kicked off. There was laughter and footsteps all over the grass. Tables were loaded with ribs, wings piled high, corn glowing gold and peach pies calling your name. Little lights twinkled between the trees, turning it all into a dream.
You floated around, drink in hand, your smile soft and your eyes bright with that nervous-excited mix that pulled people in. It was magic. Your night.
He stormed through the crowd like a leather-wrapped tornado, smirk sharp, eyes greedy. Walked like he owned the place.
“Damn, girl! This is wild,” he said, arms flung wide.
“You really went big, huh?”
He hugged you before you could dodge, his hand grazing your lower back in that way that made your stomach flip, bad flip.
His smell of old, heavy cologne, yanked you back to a place you’d left behind.
“Hey… glad you made it,” you said, faking nice, but the knot in your gut was already tightening. Weird how you knew him inside out, yet he felt like a stranger here. Like he didn’t fit.
He laughed, cocky as hell.
“Didn’t know you rolled with the heavy hitters. Come on, hook me up.”
His eyes zeroed in on Elvis like a vulture spotting a prize.
And right on cue, Elvis strolled over.
He wasn’t solo. Red, Sonny, and Charlie stuck close. Elvis moved easy, but there was that edge to him like a tiger playing nice ‘til it didn’t want to.
Your chest tightened as you turned.
“Elvis… this is my ex.”
Mike stepped up, all bravado.
“Mike,” he said, grinning too big, too eager.
Elvis took his hand, chill as could be.
“Well, well… Mike.” He said it slowly, like he was chewing on it. Then he glanced at the guys, eyebrow ticking up like they were in on something. They snickered softly, but it felt heavy.
Charlie leaned in just enough to mutter to Red and Sonny,
“Last thing I need is for this guy’s last name to be Stone.”
Elvis clapped his shoulder friendly, but you knew better.
“Nice to meet ya, man. Eat, dance, have a ball. Not every day you step into Graceland, huh?”
His voice was smooth, easy.
But you saw it. That quick glint in his eyes, the kind that showed up when something pissed him off.
He walked off, drink in hand, chatting with the guys like nothing happened. You stood there, smile stuck, skin buzzing.
Time passed. After taking photos and answering questions from your friends, Elvis was now resting, leaning against the bar. You were with your friends, your smile shy but radiant like a moonbeam. Something insistent stirred in him, and without a second thought, he crossed the lawn toward you. He never danced, everyone knew that, but tonight was different.
He stopped in front of you, tall and assured, and that smile of his, that slow, dangerous curve, peeked onto his lips.
“Hey, darlin’” he said, his velvety voice sliding over you like a caress, offering his hand. “One dance with me? Can’t let the night pass without it”
You blushed, hesitating for a beat, then nodded faintly, slipping your hand into his with a soft, nervous giggle. “Don’t laugh if I step on your toes,” you mumbled.
He tilted his head, a playful wink flickering free. “Easy, I’ve gotcha” he whispered, pulling you in with a smooth, firm motion. His hand settled on your waist and you began to sway, your steps stiff at first, him guiding you with an ease that unraveled you.
“You’re, um… not too bad at this” you stammered,
Elvis let out a low, deep laugh that rumbled through the air like soft thunder, tilting his head with a mischievous glint.
“Baby, you shoulda seen me in the ‘50s” He spun you gently, slow and carefully, then drew you back, his smile melting into something sweeter, just for you.
“You’re somethin’ else tonight, darlin’. All grown up, glowin’ like a star. I’m proud of you, y’know? Don’t let anybody take that happiness, this night’s yours.”
Your cheeks burned hotter. “Oh, I—I won’t. Promise.”you whispered, then looked at him, words tumbling out in a flustered rush. “With you, it’s all easy… even being grounded feels fun.”
“Should I play tougher then?” he teased, then laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, honey, you’re free, enjoy the night.” His laugh was a gift, deep and infectious, and yours flooded the garden, mingling with his like the world was just the two of you.
The music wrapped around you, sweet and soft, until your ex strolled up, all easy smiles. “My turn?” he asked, giving Elvis a friendly nod as he held out his hand.
Elvis paused for a second, his gaze sharpening just a touch, then stepped back with a lopsided smile, letting you go with a light caress on your hand that lingered on your skin. “All yours, man,” he said, his voice a warm echo as he walked off, leaving your heart pounding and the garden sighing for him.
Elvis stood frozen in the distance, drink in hand, his eyes locked on you as you danced far away. You were laughing, your head thrown back. And there he was, your ex, spinning you with that arrogant smile. The two of you moved together like you’d never been apart.
Something ugly coiled in Elvis’s gut, sharp and sour. He couldn’t pin it down, but it was chewing him up inside.
He didn’t hear Jerry sidle up until a firm hand clapped his shoulder. “Hey, man, bags are packed. I’m hittin’ the road, yeah?” Jerry said in a light, casual tone, like he was talking about the weather. He hadn’t noticed how tense Elvis was.
Elvis didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. His stare stayed glued to you and him. “Don’t go,” he growled, low and jagged, like the words had been ripped out of him.
Jerry froze mid-step, eyebrows shooting up. “Say what now?”
“I’ve been a damn fool” Elvis snapped, still not turning. “Just don’t go.”
Jerry let out a short laugh.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stay, boss.” He followed Elvis’s gaze and finally saw the scene across the way. You laughed again as your ex pulled you closer. Jerry tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“They look happy, don’t they? Think they make a good couple?”
Elvis held his breath. He looked away just for a second, just enough to glance at Jerry, his voice dry as gravel.
Silence stretched between them, thick, heavy. Elvis’s hands tensed… then stilled. Finally, he spoke, so softly the wind almost carried it away.
“I think I love her, Jer”
Jerry didn’t flinch. Just gave a slow, knowing nod, like Elvis had stated the sky was blue.
“Yeah. I figured.” He crossed his arms, leaning in a little, voice dropping to something softer, steadier.
“So look, you’ve got two options… well, really just one. If you love her, let her be happy. Either you let her be happy with him… or you get up and make her happy yourself.”
Elvis’s eyes returned to you. That strange feeling in his chest burned hotter now. But this time, it had a name.
He didn’t answer Jerry. At least not yet. But the words stayed there, hanging in the air, daring him to move, to choose, to do something before the music ran out.
The band slid into a slow, warm melody. Mike’s hand rested lightly on your hip. His leather jacket smelled like beer, but his steps were gentle, moving in time with yours. You let yourself sink into it, a quiet comfort settling in your chest. He wasn’t the disaster you’d feared tonight.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he said, voice low and kind, eyes crinkling with a smile. “This party, all of it… it’s you. I never thought you’d pull off something this big.”
You smiled, a warm flutter in your chest.
“Thanks,” you said, your tone light, happy to share the moment with him.
He pulled you a little closer, nodding.
“Like the old times, huh? You and me at the diner, talking until the sun came up. You were my girl, the best thing I had.”
His words were soft, tugging at old memories.
“Yeah, those were sweet days,” you said, nostalgia brushing over your skin. For a moment, you thought maybe this was what you’d wanted, a small taste of that old comfort.
But then, Elvis flooded your mind. Your heart tugged, his presence drowning out your ex, pulling you somewhere else.
Mike’s voice dropped, eyes locked on yours.
“Could be again, y’know. You’re still you, under all this. My girl. How ‘bout a kiss…for old times?” His hand slid up your arm, eager, moving closer.
You tensed, discomfort twisting in your stomach.
“I… I don’t know” you said, your voice trembling. “I’ve moved on.”
Mike’s expression shifted completely.
“What? Fame’s gone to your head now, and you think you’re special?” His tone sharpened, bitter.
You stepped back, breaking the contact, standing firm.
“No. But… I’m not yours anymore. And they treat me well here, too.”
His sneer twisted, jealousy sparking in his eyes.
“You think you shine, but you’re still the same little girl as before. In fact, you’ve gone backwards. At least you used to know how to kiss… let me show you later what being treated right really feels like.”
His voice cut like a blade, degrading and taunting, as he turned and walked toward the wall of the house, rage simmering just beneath the surface. And you stood there, heart pounding in your chest.
He turned to a classmate just a few feet away, and leaned against the wall.
“That whore’s been sucking the Mafia dry!” he roared, his voice like a rusted blade slicing through the party’s murmur.
He smashed the beer bottle against the table, the glass shattering, jealousy driving him mad.
“Tonight I’m gonna fuck her ‘til she bleeds, tear her open with the good stuff ‘til she begs on her knees!”
He looked at you with a twisted sneer, completely unaware of the storm brewing just around the corner.
Red and Sonny were right around the corner from where he was leaning. Red smoking a cigar, Sonny eating wings.
Mike’s words hit like a gunshot. Red held the smoke in his lungs. Sonny froze mid-bite and dropped the wing to the ground. He glanced at Red in disbelief just as Red started to grin, slow and wicked.
“Well, I’ll be damned—Shakespeare’s back, writing cheap porn,” he growled, brutal and half-laughing, fury boiling under the humor “Hope you brought lube, ‘cause I’m handling the tragedy myself!”
His voice cracked like thunder, sharp and ferocious, as they moved toward him.
“Sonny, grab this idiot! E’s gonna want front-row seats!”
Mike turned around, face going pale as Red loomed over him.
“What the fu—?” he started, but Sonny was already twisting his arm.
“Shut the hell up, asshole!” Sonny spat, yanking harder.
Red grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.
“One more word, and I don’t need Elvis’s permission to end you. Try me.” he snarled.
They dragged him through the crowd, Sonny’s grip rough and jerky, until Jerry caught on and nudged Elvis. This was trouble.
You saw everything. Your heart slammed in your chest as they dragged Mike, his boots scraping the grass. They weren’t stopping. And Elvis had already moved, walking with that slow calm that meant something awful was about to happen.
You stepped forward instinctively. But just as you took a second step
“Hey! Can you come to take a picture with us?” a voice called, too cheerful. One of your classmates waved from the far corner of the garden, completely oblivious.
You hesitated, eyes still locked on the distant figures.
A hand touched your arm. “They really want you in the shot! C’mon, it’ll just take a second!”
“No—I—I need to…” you stammered, trying to look past them, straining for another glimpse.
But the trees had swallowed them whole.
Beyond Graceland’s sprawling acres, the night was thick and black, the party just a faint echo behind them. Red and Sonny threw the ex onto the dirt by the gate.
Elvis appeared from the shadows, voice cold as steel. “What happened?”
Sonny grabbed the guy’s face and made him look at Elvis. “Let him tell you.”
The ex staggered to his feet, wiped the blood off his lip, and grinned with even deeper hate.
“When I snap my fingers, she’ll come crawling to me” he said, saliva spraying, jealousy turned into a rabid howl.
Elvis responded, calm and polite:
“That’s not what you said. What happened to all those balls now, huh?”
Red jumped in, mimicking a girly voice and mocking:
“Oh nooo, I’m such a big man ‘I’m gonna tear her open til she bleeds, she sucked off the whole Mafia nyeh nyeh nyeh”
“Try that mouth again, see how far it gets you.”
Elvis let out a low, gritty laugh, his head tilting back as he turned his back on the guy. Then in a flash, he spun, his fist flying, shattering the guy’s nose. Blood poured like an open faucet.
The guy reeled, clutching his face.
“That’s not fair!” he gasped “Fight like a man, without your little cocksuckers!”
Elvis gave a slight nod, and Red and Sonny stepped back. Red smirked.
“Well look at that, he’s grown a pair.”
Elvis smiled, brushed his knuckles off, and pulled a pistol from his waistband, chrome gleaming under the moon.
“This man enough for you, you piece of shit?” he said in a deathly calm tone, aiming straight at the guy’s head. “Now I gotta teach ya what happens when you mouth off in my goddamn house.”
“Shit, wait man!” he whimpered, throwing up his hands.
“E, don’t waste a bullet on this dog!”
Sonny grabbed Elvis’s arm, pleading:
“Boss, he’s not worth it. He’s trash!”
Elvis held the barrel steady for another second, then lowered it, voice dark.
“Get him out of my sight.”
Red and Sonny dragged him off, bloodied and cursing, while Elvis turned away and the night swallowed the wreckage.
“I need to use the bathroom” you snapped at no one in particular and bolted. Barefoot, you tore across the grass, breath ragged, the dress catching as you raced toward where you had last seen them: out front, beyond the trees.
The night swallowed you whole, moonlight barely cutting the dark, and you stumbled downhill, your heart pounding violently. Black stains marred the grass, glistening wet. Blood.
Your mind raced, frantic. Panic clawed at your throat.
Then you saw him. Elvis was climbing back up the hill toward the house, his shoulders stiff with fury. “Elvis!” you shouted, chasing after him as you forced your way through the trees.
Inside, the air was thick, and the carpet beginning to dry the dampness on your feet from the grass. You burst into the hall, gasping. No one was there, everyone was still outside and the lights were off. You looked right, into the dark of the living room. He was by the piano in the music room, a shadowed figure framed by the window.
You stormed toward him like a whirlwind, your voice trembling but steady. “What the hell was that? You swore tonight no one would steal my happiness! And now you’re out there fighting, dragging him off like some animal!”
“He’s alive” Elvis said without looking at you.
Your fists were clenched, tears burned, and the words tumbled out fast. “What did he do? Or was it me? Did I screw something up?”
He turned then, eyes blazing, barely holding himself back with the restraint of a man biting down on everything he wanted to scream. “He ran his mouth, honey. Spat things too filthy to repeat” he growled, voice low, shredded by fury. “I had to shut him up.”
“That’s your excuse?” you shot back, stepping closer, breath hot and uneven. “Stop protecting me like I’m weak!”
He stared at the floor, pain flickering across his features as he wrestled with himself. “I’m not protecting you to break you” he whispered, voice rough, cracked. “That son of a bitch threw shit at you I wouldn’t let touch even my worst enemy. I’m keeping you above it.”
You scoffed “You won’t let me do anything, won’t let me be happy with him, won’t let me spend time with Jerry and every time I come near you, you pull away.” Your eyes locked onto his, fierce and glistening. “What do you want, Elvis? Tell me, what do you want from me?”
He stared at you, breath shallow, a war raging behind his eyes.
“Nothing” he murmured, and walked away toward the stairs, leaving you behind.
You staggered, swallowed by the darkness. The void closed in, a visceral ache devouring you from the inside out.
“Elvis…” you whimpered, voice shattered, hands trembling as you sank against the piano.
Pain and longing tore through you like a storm. You felt abandoned and misunderstood in a way that hollowed you out from within.
“…Don’t leave me…” you gasped desperately, pressing a hand to your chest as the distant murmur of the party echoed cruelly through your collapse.
Then urgent footsteps thundered toward the room, a frantic rhythm shattering the silence.
Sonny? Red? Someone looking for Elvis?
Elvis burst in, coming back. His shadow surged like a wave, flooding you with his presence. You had no time to react. His large hands gripped your face, warming your cold cheeks in an instant. His eyes were wild, overflowing, different. There was hunger in them. Desperation. A man unmoored.
Before you could breathe, his juicy lips crashed onto yours like a dam breaking after months of tension, unleashing a flood that shook your soul.
His breath, warm and ragged, pressed against your nose, the masculine sweetness of his scent invading your senses.
Time vanished, but his mouth didn’t stop. His lips sucked, his tongue, shameless, plunged in with feral hunger. The release drove you both back into the piano. The keys shrieked in a wild, jarring cry as he pinned you there, his chest crushing into yours, his low, primal growl vibrating against your throat as he felt your heartbeat sync with his. And you felt it, the spark everyone was talking about.
He ripped away, breathless. But just as he leaned in for another kiss, a sharp and impatient voice echoed from downstairs calling your name.
You both froze, breathless. Heart hammering and a thick, shared silence
“They’re looking for ya” he murmured, voice cracked and low, like it hurt to speak.
Your hands drifted down from his chest, fingers trembling. You took a step back, then another.
Before disappearing throughout the kitchen, you turned to him.
He was still there, shadowed, his eyes pinned to you like he couldn’t let go. He had his lips parted and chest heaving. Haunted by what he’d just tasted.
You didn’t speak. There were no words large enough for what you carried in your soul. You went down the stairs slowly to the garden, the sound of laughter rising through the house like it belonged to another world.
Your dress brushed the walls. Your feet moved on instinct.
And your lips still red, still swollen, still marked by him… were the only proof it hadn’t been a dream.
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