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melancholicbutterflies · 11 months

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Siren

Summary: You’re a siren washed up on the beach. Elvis and his mafia discover you, and Elvis suddenly becomes very protective.

Warnings: none - wholesome as shit lil’ drabble. protective!elvis incoming!

A/N: well this one came out of left field. LOL. i suddenly felt compelled to write this weird, supernatural-y fluff piece that was completely self-indulgent. with that said i hope yall like it anyway!

The taller of the male humans approach you with caution. Alarmed, you inch backward, an effort that is in vain; unused to being on land, you cannot maneuver your body in the way that you want, the sand creating a divot from your tail’s efforts to retreat, effectively trapping you in place.

“Don’t worry, hunny, I ain’t gon’ hurtcha,” he male coos, a deep low murmur that sounds soothing to your ears, although its language remains foreign to you.

You tilt your head in confusion, stilling, although you remain alert. Something about this human has your defenses lowered somewhat despite all you’d heard about his species. The males, especially, were prone to violence, killing even. His presence seems conflicting with such an image. Besides, you admitted you were hardly in a position to turn down help: the longer you stayed on land, the more harmful it would be to your health.

“Good girl,” he said, his beautiful blue eyes alight with marvel as he reached toward you with open hands. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Watching your expression remain unchanged, he laughed. “And you have no idea what I’m saying, do you?”

You recognized the words as a question only, and shook your head, earning a pleasant hum in return. He nodded toward the waves a few feet away. “You need help gettin’ back in the water, don’t you?” You nodded vigorously, hair shaking, for once understanding his meaning.

“I can help ya, but I gotta get your permission to lift ya in my arms.” He flashed his hands palm facing you, motioning toward your body and then the water. You understood, although weren’t too pleased about how it would have to happen. You supposed you didn’t have a choice.

“Only if you’ll let me,” he reiterated it was your decision to make.

Sighing, you nodded, and just as he bent to pick you up by your waist, the other hand reaching toward the dip where your tail naturally bent, an approaching figure startled you, causing you to cry out and evade his touch.

The human male by your side turned angry, yelling something at his companion who stood dumbfounded.

“Whaddaya think you’re doin’, scarin’ her like that, Red? Jesus, ain’t ya got any sense in that thick skull o’ yours? She’s clearly already scared and confused. And just when I was gettin’ her to trust me.”

Seeing him angry scared you further, and his temper calmed some, like a balloon deflating. “Aw, hell, doll, didn’t mean to scare you even more. That mean old man ain’t gonna hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t let ‘im.”

The stranger snorted, walking off. He seemed to be goading your savior now, but he paid them no mind.

Satisfied with the distance, some tension left your prone body. The human smiled, pleased. “All right, let’s try this again. One, two, three-!” He picked you up in one fell swoop, your heart pounding; you’d never experienced this feeling before, this feeling of weightlessness. You felt suddenly inclined to look up and you caught eyes with the human who smiled endearingly back at you.

“Just when I thought you couldn't get any prettier,” he said, and his gaze dipped a little lower to your heaving chest, and your little tummy where a slight roll rested below your bellybutton. Balancing you, his hand came up to briefly run through your hair, petting you like you would the dolphins and seals when you were in the water. “Just gorgeous.”

His companions yelled something at him, and he startled, remembering his duty. “Right, let’s get you back in the water. Poor thing, you’re already dryin’ up out on land.” He tutted, resituating you in his arms and taking fast, long strides towards the ocean.

The sun was starting to set, and it made your water shimmer. Every atom in your body was charged, anticipating the feeling of being submerged once more.

“Gonna set you down, nice n’ easy.” You were a few centimeters from splashing in the shallow end when he suddenly drew back. You swung your head to him, concerned. Had he changed his mind? “I-I just wanted to say this since I’ll probably never see you again,” and he looked suddenly very sad. “I know you don’t understand m-me,” his laugh was less joyous sounding and more teasing, as if of himself. “I just feel since this is of the heart some part o’ you should get my meaning. Well, I just really liked being around you, even if it was only for a minute. You made me feel things I ain’t ever felt with no other woman before. And n-not just cause you’re technically not a woman, but, hell, you get what I mean.”

Your eyes had water building up in them, and you weren’t sure why or what it meant, but with every utterance from this human’s lips it grew stronger. “Aw, don’t cry, darlin’.”

“Maybe... maybe there’s a chance, one day, we’ll see each other again.”

You lifted your hand, to which he watched in awe, and you placed it on his bare chest right where his heart lay. You said something in your language.

Someday, you’d said back; you understood not a single word of his proclamation, but you felt certain of the longing in his eyes. He’d wished to see you, and you wished for it, too.

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austinsmutler · 2 years

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Big Boss Man | Austin!Elvis x Reader | One-Shot

Summary: Your boss is a disgusting, misogynistic jerk, and Elvis will do anything to help you get out of that situation.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

What you’ll like: Elvis being just positively bonkers about you. Protective!Elvis, supportive Elvis, happy endings, fluff and general sweetness in spite of everything.

Warnings: Misogyny (like, your boss is a total asshole), attempted sexual assault (nothing graphic happens), the 1950s was cool in theory but was a bad time to be a working-class woman.

If the above will trigger you, read Just Pretend instead. It's soft, fluffy, and comes with 0 content warnings!

Word Count: 3542

A/N: Who hasn't wished Elvis would break into their workplace and punch their boss in the face? We've all been there, right? *sweats nervously*

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I can’t take it anymore. It was a thought that came up in your mind again and again, like a wave washing up on the shore, retreating and coming right back, all day every day. You didn’t mind your job- waitressing in a small cafe on a road just off of Beale Street wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it helped your Momma pay the bills. Customers weren’t always polite, but you could handle that.

It was your manager, Adam Reed, you couldn’t stand. The self-proclaimed ‘Wolf of Beale Street’ owned half the cafes in Memphis, but made this one his home. There was no clear reason why, apart from to make your life hell.

“Why ain’t you smiling, sweetheart?” Mr Reed scowled when you came into the kitchen to pick up some fresh burgers. “You’re a pretty little thing when you smile.”

The corners of your lips tilted upwards while bile rose at the back of your throat.

“Better.”

It was all you could do to keep the smile on as you picked up the fresh-made meals for table 4 and backed out of the kitchen- the ‘Wolf’ was sure to comment something about your ass if you walked out normally.

I can’t take it anymore. Your smile stayed on as you served the food, took more orders, returned to the kitchen, picked up the food, repeated. I can’t take it anymore.

“You havin’ that time of the month, darlin?’ Reed commented when you returned and forgot to keep a tired smile up. “You look puffy. Not as perky as usual.”

Your mouth opened and closed- What can I even say to that? - You shook your head and plastered the same smile on your face as before, but wider. Reed grinned and mopped some sweat from his greasy, balding forehead before turning his attention back to the stovetop.

“That’s more like it. If you don’t want to be a good little girl, there’s plenty of others in this town who will.”

“Yes sir.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Sorry, Mr Reed.”

He grunted in response, and relief washed over you when you realised it was 5:55 PM. Your shift was over in 5 minutes. The cafe was empty and, most importantly, your boyfriend would show up to drive you home. Elvis hated the thought of you walking alone in the dark. The only thing he hated more was the thought of you being alone in the cafe with your boss.

Like clockwork, at 5:57 the bell above the cafe door rang and Elvis walked in. He looked as tired as you felt, but his blue eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Hey, Baby.” He leaned in to wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the cheek. “You about ready to go?”

“She’s got three minutes on the clock, squirrel.” The Wolf appeared from the kitchen, pulling on his coat. “Don’t forget she’s mine ‘till 6. Hands off.”

Elvis bristled, but he knew how much you needed this job to pay the bills, so he withdrew his hand from around your waist with a shit-eating smile.

“Yessir.”

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“Sorry about him.” You sighed, slumping into the passenger side of Elvis’ truck. He gave you a peck on the lips before gently closing your door and walking over to the driver’s side.

“Don’t you apologise for that bloodsuckin’ old vampire.” Elvis turned the key in the ignition and began the drive home. “You want me to take the scenic route so we can talk about it?”

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face; the first real one all day. “I’d like that.”

The scenic route wasn’t so much a route as it was a long way through the backstreets of town, with one long stop in a turnout by the river, secluded enough that you could stop and talk about life for as long as you needed.

Elvis’ knuckles grew white on the steering wheel as you told him all the snide comments Reed slid your way with every dish.

“That snake’s just as slimy as his food.” He growled through gritted teeth. “I ought to sock him in his fat goddamn face.”

You shook your head. “He’d just call the cops on you. And besides, my Momma and I need the money. He might be a snake, but he pays half our bills. If I lose this job I don’t know what we’ll do.”

Elvis pulled off of the road. The sun was practically set, the day had turned into a beautiful Memphis dusk. The sky was a pale pink, a favourite colour shared by you and Elvis, and the river was calmly running, surface smooth as glass. Being away from the cafe was enough to lift your mood on its own, but being here with him was more than enough.

“I wish you didn’t have to think like that.”

“You know how it is.” You shrugged. Your father had been out of the picture since before you were born, leaving your Momma to scrape by waiting tables, cleaning hotel rooms, looking after old folks, and anything else she could find.

Elvis didn’t respond, just looked out across the water, at the fields in the distance beyond the river. His father drove a grocery truck and worked odd jobs while his Momma spent days doing laundry for anyone who’d pay. Elvis drove this very truck all over Memphis during the week and worked at the movies on weekends. All his pennies went to paying the bills and buying food for the family, same as yours.

“Well, one day I’ll make it different for us.”

You took his hand from the wheel and held it in your lap. “I know you will. But for now, we just have to put up with it.”

“If he tries anything, I swear I’ll put him in the ground.”

“I know you will. That’s why I love you.”

Elvis turned to look at you and smiled, leaning over for a kiss. It started out innocent, but his hand reached to hold your chin in place while his tongue slid along your bottom lip, asking permission.

He wasn’t big on saying I love you- he preferred to show you with actions. Picking you up from work every day was just one example. Buying you a soda on your days off, walking Beale street with you and listening to you talk about your dreams. Over the time you’d been dating, he’d grown fluent in body language between the two of you. Everything about this kiss said I love you, over and over. I love you. I really love you. I’d do anything for you. Just say the word and I’ll punch that sucker’s lights out.

You only broke apart so Elvis could reach under your seat and pull out the blanket he kept there, asking a question with his eyes. You grinned and opened the passenger door.

Elvis spread the blanket across the back of the truck and let you lie down first, arms folded behind your head. The stars weren’t out yet, but the pink sky filtered through the green summer leaves so beautifully you didn’t care. It was quiet here, hardly a car passing by on the back-road. The perfect place to lie together without anybody bothering the two of you. You could stay here for hours and when you got home late you’d just tell your mother you’d gotten stuck in traffic, or Elvis had a flat tire, and she’d believe it.

Real life paused while Elvis lay on his side next to you. His arm draped over you and his eyes studied yours intently, as if trying to read your mind.

“I went to a recording studio today. I’ve been saving up some money, and I recorded a couple songs." He looked down, as if he wasn't sure how you'd react. "You know Sam Phillips, right? He works with Big Boy Crudup. He says he likes my sound. Wants to sign me.”

“Yeah?” You grinned. “That’s great!”

Until now, Elvis’ voice was a poorly-kept secret. He sang all the time; when you were together, when he drove you to and from work, when he was at home with his parents or alone in his truck. Elvis always had music playing from the radio, no matter where he was, and he was always singing along. Next to you, music was the love of his life.

“I just hope my Momma likes the record.” He was trying to sound modest, but the smile on his face betrayed how excited he really was. “I only wanted to record something for her birthday this month.”

“She’ll love it. You know your voice is great.”

You pulled his head down for a long kiss, only breaking apart to whisper in his ear,

“I can’t wait to hear it either.”

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It was only a few weeks later that everything changed- for Elvis. His record, That’s Alright Mama, flew to the top of the charts for Blues and Country. Suddenly he was booked on live radio for interviews around the state, and soon after that he was quitting his job to go on a real tour, center-stage.

“I won’t be able to pick you up for at least three weeks.” He’d said the night before leaving. “But if he tries anything, I need you to call me, okay? I don’t care where I am, I’ll come flyin’ back to you.”

“It’ll be fine, Elvis.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hardly caring if any nosy neighbours were peeping through their curtains at the two of you. He kept his hands on your lower back, pulling you scandalously close. “Just come back soon, and tell me all about what it’s like outside Memphis.”

“I will, I promise.”

That was six weeks ago. Elvis called most nights, but The Wolf had made it his personal mission to make sure you were never home to pick up the phone. Your Momma talked more to your boyfriend than you did.

“Sweetheart, I don’t force the customers to come in after 6PM, but if that’s when they come in, that’s when I need you here. So don’t be late.”

And you weren’t. Unfortunately, neither was Reed. Customers after 6PM were few and far between, meaning you mostly mopped, swept, wiped tables, and listened to Reed’s opinions on everything from Elvis’ ‘hillbilly trash’ music to complaints about your poor workplace attitude ‘turning off customers’.

Sometimes he leaned in close enough that you could smell the stale hamburgers on his breath, just to tell you to wipe a certain table or ‘make me a pot of coffee, doll. We’ve got some hours to kill.’

That was the least of your worries. It was autumn, and longer, darker nights were beginning to set in before the winter. Most nights you couldn’t leave the diner until 11:30, walking home until midnight. Every night you walked with your hand clasped around the keys in your purse, like Elvis had taught you: Don’t put them between your fingers, Baby. You try to hit somebody like that, you’re more likely to cut up your hands or drop the keys altogether. Hold one key like a knife, point it downwards, jab him where it hurts, and you’ve got a chance.

Your heart pumped a mile a minute the whole walk home, hands shaking and legs jumping at the slightest sound on the street. Wind in the trees must be a crazed murderer, the echo of your own footsteps was a stalker. Nothing felt safe anymore.

Tonight wasn’t much different: one patron lingered in the cafe sipping on free refills from 9:30 till 10. After they left, Reed insisted on keeping you behind to clean up for the rest of the night.

Sleep dragged your eyelids down, head emptying of thoughts as you leaned over to wipe crumbs from the very edge of one table. You were so engrossed in getting the job done and worrying about the walk home, you didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind you. Warm hands on your hips made you jump, and any thoughts of going home froze in their tracks.

Hot burger-breath puffed in your ear,

“You know, you act like such a sweet little girl,” A beefy hand crept up to grasp the back of your neck, not tight, but just enough to let you know who was in charge. “But if you’re still seeing that greaser, you must have a dirty side.”

Breath froze in your throat. Your lungs screamed for air, but you couldn’t move as Reed pressed his nose to your hair and drank in your scent before letting you go and taking a step back, giving you just enough space to turn around.

His eyes were dark with lust when you did, looking anywhere but your face. Now he had you backed up against the table, an arm on either side of your body. Boxed-in.

“You know, you seem mighty fine staying here all alone with The Wolf. Makes me think you like me more than you let on. Maybe you like thinking about what might happen. Does it give you a little thrill, huh sweetheart?”

Your arms hung uselessly at your sides. Thoughts came fast, but not fast enough: Where are my keys? Where is my purse? I need to get home. I need to get past him to get home. I need to get home now. Please, not here, not now.

By the time you dragged your arms up to push at him, his hands were on your lower hips, lifting you onto the table you’d just been cleaning. A scream bubbled at the back of your throat, but his hand came up to cover your mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart, this can be our little secret. You behave nicely now, and I just might give you a raise…”

You didn’t care. You could sleep on the streets. You could find another job, any other job- just so you’d never see him again. You kicked, but he grabbed your legs and held you down with brutal force.

The bell rang, but you couldn’t get up to see who’d just come in.

“Scram, we’re closed.” Reed grunted as he tried to hold you down with one hand and keep your mouth covered with the other, not bothering to look up.

Everything happened at once- his weight lifted off of you, and you heard a familiar voice scream in rage,

“You sonofabitch!”

That voice made you move, jumping off of the table and seeing the back of Elvis’ head as he pinned Reed to the breakfast bar, punching him so hard you heard something (or a few somethings) crack.

“I’ll fucking kill you. You piece of shit. You feel like a big strong man now, huh?” He lifted the man up just to slam him down again, hard. “Think you’re some big boss man? Call yourself a wolf. You ain’t even a chihuahua.”

A tidal wave of emotions washed over you- fear and adrenaline, relief and love, and an overwhelming need to pull Elvis off your boss before he killed the man. You rushed forward and grabbed Elvis’ arm, only to have him flick you away, barely registering your effort.

Blood splattered the counter you'd finished wiping just moments earlier as Elvis held the older man down with one hand and punched with the other.

“Elvis.” You whimpered, voice not as strong as you wanted to sound. “Elvis, I need you to look at me.”

The softness of your voice reached him, and he paused to look at you. The hardness in his eyes evaporated immediately, and his shoulders went slack.

“Elvis, let’s just go. He’s done.” You tugged your boyfriend’s arm once more, and he reluctantly got off of Reed. You started leading him towards the door, but the sound of Reed getting up behind you made you pause.

“You fucking idiot.” The older man coughed and spat blood onto the floor. “I oughta have you both arrested.”

Elvis stopped in his tracks, and you swore you saw red flash through his eyes, but it wasn’t him who moved first. It was you.

With one fluid movement, you kicked the Wolf of Beale Street in the balls. “I quit. And the next time you even think about threatening us again, I won’t stop him from killing you.”

Reed was in so much pain he could hardly look up at you, but when he did you saw fear flashing in his eyes. Coward. That was enough to get you to turn around, take Elvis’ hand and lead him towards the exit.

“That’s my girl.” Elvis mumbled, grinning to himself, as he held the door open for you.

You looked around for his truck, but it was nowhere to be seen. He took your hand and led you over to an unfamiliar car. You didn’t care, as long as it could take you far away from the cafe. It barely registered in your brain as Elvis held the passenger door open for you before walking to the other side to drive. Your mind was too busy trying to process what had just happened. Elvis was back. Your job was gone. Your boss - ex boss - had a broken nose. He'd have to clean up his own blood tonight.

Neither of you spoke as Elvis drove to your spot by the river. It must have been around midnight by the time you got there. The moon was high in the sky, and the river was utterly still, as if it were rehearsing for freezing over in winter. There was no breeze and not a single leaf moved on the trees above. The whole world was holding its breath, waiting for one of you to speak.

“Can we get in the back seat?” You spoke first. He looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. “I need to feel you.”

“Of course, Baby.”

Once you were both in the back, Elvis wrapped an arm around you and held you close to his chest. It was a respectful touch, light as he rubbed gentle circles up and down your back. His scent was everywhere; a heavy, almost floral cologne and something else- something unspeakably Elvis. The most comforting smell, and one that had left a hole in your life for the past six weeks. Your throat swelled up at the sheer relief of having him back, and you broke into pieces.

The first sob was louder than you expected, and the second one was more of a wail. Elvis held you through it all as the events of the night hit you fully- what had happened, what could have happened, what would have happened if Elvis hadn’t shown up when he did.

“S’alright. You’re gonna be alright now. I’m here. I ain’t leaving you ever again.” He whispered into your hair.

“He- he tried to-” Even in the comfort of Elvis’ arms, you could hardly breathe.

“I know.” Elvis took your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. He wasn’t angry anymore; sadness was written everywhere in his blue eyes. He licked his lips as if he couldn’t decide how to ask his next question. “Did he… did he do anything else? While I’ve been away, did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “He’s been making more of the same comments, a bit more crude, but tonight was the first time he tried anything like that.”

Elvis let out a breath of relief, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Thank god.”

You looked up to kiss him again. His ghosted over yours, like he wasn’t sure how much you wanted from him, but he would give you as much or as little as you needed.

“Elvis, what am I gonna do?” You pulled back to look at him. “Me and Momma can’t afford rent without that paycheck coming in.”

He smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Baby.”

“What are you talking about?”

He gestured around the car with the arm that wasn’t around your waist. It was then that you took in everything new about your boyfriend: he’d picked you up from the cafe in a pink cadillac. Not only that, but he was wearing a pink silk suit, the same colour as a Memphis dusk. You recognised it from the window of the Lansky Brothers’ Tailor on Beale Street, from the many times you and Elvis had paused to admire it together. Underneath that, he wore a black lace shirt that looked equally expensive.

“Elvis…?”

“I signed a record deal with RCA yesterday. $5,000 just as a bonus, not even as a salary.” He was grinning ear to ear, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. $5,000? That much money couldn’t possibly exist. If it did, what difference would it make to you?

“Baby, it’s happening. I bought my Momma a mansion yesterday, 23 rooms, on a big old ranch just outside of Memphis. And guess what? Two of those rooms are for you and your Momma there, too. If you'll have them. You never have to go back to working for that toad ever again.” Your expression didn't change. Elvis smiled nervously, hands giving yours a squeeze. “I can take care of everything.”

Then it clicked, and you threw your arms around his neck in a kiss, moving so that your legs were either side of his hips. Elvis moved his hands to your lower back, holding you close as the kiss deepened and you breathed,

“I love you.”

He smiled against your lips as he answered for the first time,

“I love you too.”

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missmaywemeetagain · 10 months

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This night is turning out to be incredibly strange, Pepper thinks as she shakily unlocks the door to her apartment. She hates that she can’t seem to stop shivering after the whole ordeal in the alley. No matter how many deep breaths she took in the car, she is still shaking like a leaf and she can’t decide if the fact that Elvis Presley is at her elbow is making it better or worse.

Finally jimmying the door open, she nearly falls inside, feeling all too unsteady in her high heels. Exhausted, it doesn’t help matters that she can’t remember if she ate today, between her waitressing shift at the diner and her showgirl gig at the Palace. She forces herself not to cry the stupid tears that pool stubbornly in her eyes. No, she doesn’t think she ate today and she’s cursing the fact because she’s quickly turning into an embarrassing pile of weepy nonsense, in front of Elvis Presley, no less.

This isn’t like her. She is no damsel in distress. She’s a strong, capable young woman who’s been dealt a bit of a shit hand, but she’s got it under control. She’s always got it under control.

Liar.

Pepper turns in the doorway to say goodnight and thank you to the man who so annoyingly but luckily had her back in that alley. She doesn’t want to think too hard about what could have happened if Elvis hadn’t appeared when he did, like some sort of movie star hero. Unfortunately, the spin towards him makes her dizzy and her wobbly knees start to give way.

“Hey now, little one, let’s get you settled, huh?” Elvis drawls out at her as he puts an arm around her waist and effortlessly ushers her into the apartment. She’s suddenly too exhausted to protest. It’s not often that anyone takes care of her. Honestly, she can’t remember the last time someone did, or the last time there was a man in her apartment.

He deposits her on her secondhand couch and its one of the many things tonight that has her embarrassed. Then again, she wasn’t expecting an incredibly handsome superstar to be gracing the walls of her tiny, dingy apartment.

Elvis stares down at her for a moment and his gaze is heavy and all-encompassing. It’s not what she expects—she’s used to the heated, horny looks she attracts from men—because it’s as if he’s surveying the situation, reading her with an intuitive intelligence she is not prepared for. She knows how to deal with men gawking at her—but treating her kindly with no expectations in return? This is unfamiliar in every way.

He nods to himself, making some sort of decision. His stance, one hip jutted out, hands on his hips and looking off to the side with his pouty lips parted, makes her feel a little funny in her belly.

Or maybe that’s just the hunger talking.

Her pride wants him to go, to not survey her poor existence and pity her. But the rest of her, the weak part of her desperate to have someone take care of her for once, wants him to stay.

Surprisingly, his face is devoid of judgement of her circumstance when his oceanic blue eyes meet hers again. There seems to be only concern and a bit of humor there. This confuses her.

“I’m starvin’,” he declares suddenly. “What would you say to some hamburgers?” His eyes sparkle—actually sparkle—when they look at her for approval.

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dontcrydaddy · 11 months

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hi guys! okay so i know i rarely post and yous are probably shocked that i am but i am just curious if the blog ‘sweet-villain’ is working for yous if you were to go into it ? its as if they’ve gotten banned so i wanted to ask if it was working for you 💞

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joons · 5 months

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"I know that, if he were alive, some people would have 150 bullets between their eyes. (Laughs.) You know? And that’s this luxury that I lost, in terms of him being very protective with me. When I was little… I was at a friend’s house one time, and a neighbor said something to me mean about him, and I was so upset that when I went home, I told him. And literally he asked the address and got in the car and he drove to that woman’s house. I don’t know what he said; I don’t know what happened. But I know that he always had my back. And that sort of ceased; I never had that again. So, there are times, I will say, that I really do wish that he were around, because… You’re never not sort of vulnerable. And in trying moments, there are times where I just feel like whoever I’m referring to would have been dead a long time if it were up to him and if he were around, you know?"

"Everyone loves their mother, but I was an only child and my mother was always right with me, all my life, and it wasn't just like losing a mother, it was like losing a friend, a companion, someone to talk to. I could wake her up any hour of the night and, if I was worried or troubled about something, she'd get up and try to help me."

#elvis presley #lisa marie presley #gladys presley #absolutely gutting that they both had to deal with this enormous loss so young #and those protective selfless instincts ... i just ... hurt ...#:( :( :( :( :(

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Red West: “I knew the guys who were hassling Elvis, they were on the football squad. The guys who were giving Elvis a hard time were not really bad guys, just a bit noisy and stuff. But when I saw Elvis’s face, it just triggered something inside of me. I mean we were just kids and they weren't gonna kill him or anything, but there was that look of real fear on his face. He was looking like a frightened little animal and I just couldn’t stand seeing it. When you're very poor, you tend to let everyone look after their own troubles, but that face of Elvis’s, I can see it to this day. And I saw that face like that many times later, and it always had the same effect on me. It just churned something up inside of me. It’s a child’s face and it asks for help… and somehow, you know, that year, 1952, put me in a role of Elvis’s protector. It’s a job I took on readily and I had a lot of fun doing it and a lot of heartbreak. Sometimes he was like a damned spoiled child who needed to be spanked, and other times he was just so helpless and needing of help it was like he was your own child. And even now, I still feel it’s my job, even if I never see him again…”

excerpt from “Elvis: What Happened?” By Red and Sonny West, along with Dave Hebler

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bcolfanfic · 22 days

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(i don’t want to get into discourse over this truly i don’t but sometimes i see Takes™️ and feel like i somehow managed to watch a completely different mota than some other people did?? was it perfect okay, no. wish the tuskegee guys were developed more, wish that marge wasn’t a reshoots add in so we got more closure with her character. wish it was 10 or even 12 episodes not 9.

but idk i genuinely cannot square the takes about it being bad. granted i am a huge fan of austin and came into it very excited/ready to like it bc of him. but i also saw dune for him and while i enjoyed the film i saw it once and that was enough for me. (i saw elvis 2022 10 times in theaters between june 2022-march 2023 lmfao, once 3 times in 48 hours during the $5 awards szn run!!!)

which i say to say i’ve rewatched mota like 5+ times and keep rewatching it because i feel genuinely invested in the Full Story™️, not just to see austin. i think the character archs we see across the show were done very very well, especially crosby’s which i’ve actually been meaning to make a long post about on its own bc i wanna yap about it. rosie’s intro used to really annoy me but after a couple rewatches i came around to it/him and think he was written very well for the purpose his character was meant to serve. as much as i missed austin when gale went down i think the not showing it/leaving it up in the air till john got to the camp was an excellent way of putting the viewers into the shoes of the guys- who had no idea what happened to their friends when they went up and didn’t come back.

ive seen BoB and thought it was a fantastic well made beautiful show. but i personally, *personally* think i’d say i like mota more. and feel like i am the only person of the face of the earth with that opinion loldgdhch)

#masters of the air #mota #also respectfully #well disrespectfully actually #if your main critique is whining about AuStiN SouNdS LiKe ELviS #i am not taking you seriously #if #you let internet discourse over someone’s voice warp your brain into not being able to watch a tv show #esp a show like this???#that’s a reflection on you not the show #idk sorry im protective and he does not sound like elvis presley lmfao pls actually watch a video of the man speaking #as an elvis fan who has watched 1868686 videos of him #i get the authority to say that!

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bigdaddyelvislover · 4 months

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Big Daddy Elvis's hands

#Elvis #Big Daddy Elvis #They look so warm and soft #And protective #Imagine feeling his hand holding your cheek

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karel-in-wonderland · 3 months

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Some pics of Elvis just require a title of their own.

I present to you

The Superbuntyn

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@kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl @earthbaby-angelboy

#buntyn #pablam lullion #bebe Elvis #elvis presley #cute elvis #elvis the pelvis #big daddy elvis #bde #bde protection society

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peaceloveelvis · 1 year

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God he looks so good here! Some days I can't handle how sexy he is 🥵🥵🥵

#elvis presley #elvis #daddy elvis #daddy elvis can protect me any day #i love you elvis #elvis with his guns is such a turn on #his hair looks so luscious #i want to run my fingers through his hair

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i think this is the request box??? SORRY UGH))) hi!! first time requesting! Could you do a BDE(or Austin)! Elvis x reader (could use she/her pronouns). Reader is timid and socially awkward. During one of Elvis’ shows, the staff at the venue are being really rude to her while she’s trying to get to his dressing room and saying like “just because you’re sleeping with him doesn’t give you any authority to come back here.” Elvis hears about this and confronts them after the show telling them that if they ever talk to his pretty girl like that again that he would do more than just fire them (FIRST TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY THIS IS A REALLY AWKWARD REQUEST)))

Oooh Anon. You’ve single-handedly pulled me out of my writing block with this request. If I could hug you, I would, but instead enjoy Austin!Elvis wanting to burn the world down to protect reader. I hope it's worth the wait.

Keep sending requests for Austin!Elvis, guys! These are so fun!

It's Only Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader - 2,000 words

What you’ll like: Protective Elvis, BDE Elvis, hurt/comfort, pet names ('baby' and 'pretty girl'), Elvis stands up to Colonel

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, mild violence (nothing major or graphic but there is some grabbing)

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want!)

“Well I’m leaving town baby, I’m leaving town for sure, then you won’t be bothered with me hanging round your door- but that’s alright…” Your boyfriend drawled into the microphone, leaning in with a sultry sway of his hips that had the crowd sighing.

Elvis’ eyes found yours as he sang, “But that’s alright, that’s alright now mama, any way you do… Woo-hoo!” He howled as the song, and the show, finished.

The girls around you went wild, showering the stage in everything from red roses to their bras. It was always a strange sight, especially when one bra fell over Elvis’ head and he turned to throw it at Bill, the bass player, with a laugh.

You’d been there every step of the way on the tour, from Memphis to Lousianna and all the way to North Carolina. No matter where Elvis went, there was a crowd of girls screaming his name and throwing their garments at his feet.

But you weren’t one of them. Elvis’ eyes always picked you out in the crowd and held you, performing your favorites as a secret serenade in every show.

You’d known Elvis since you were children, growing up together on the outskirts of Tupelo, sneaking into Black Pentecostal churches together, and- slowly as growing up- falling in love.

Your parents hardly had to be persuaded to let you follow him across the country, because you had practically been married since the first time Elvis had grabbed your hand and led you inside the tent as they sang Up Above My Head. Elvis didn’t just teach you the words, he’d burned them into your soul, never letting go of your hand once as you both sang,

“I wanna soothe my heart, I wanna ease my mind, I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find…”

Elvis had found music, but you’d found him.

** **

Usually Elvis would sneak out from backstage and meet you after the show, but with bigger crowds and Elvis more recognizable than ever, you’d agreed it was best for you to simply come backstage from now on. Everyone who worked with Elvis knew you- even the band members affectionately called you Mrs Presley.

Which made it surprising when the bouncers- rare members of the team who weren’t Elvis’ direct friends or family -cut you off.

“Backstage is for band members only.”

“What? Tommy, come on.” You put your hands on your hips, frowning up at the tall man. “You know me.”

“Sorry ma’am, Colonel’s orders.”

“Excuse me?” You caught eyes with Bill, passing behind Tommy. “Hey, Bill!”

“Hey, that's ol’ Mrs Presley!” Bill greeted you with a smile. “C’mon boys, let her through.”

“Backstage is for band members only.” The other bouncer, Tex, repeated. “Sorry Bill.”

You looked at Bill for help, but he was frowning at the other men. “Well, I’m a band member, and she’s with us. Let her through.”

“Can’t. Colonel’s say-so.” Tommy said expressionlessly. “Real sorry, Bill.”

“You’re gonna be.” Bill looked at you. “Wait here, it’s gonna be alright.”

The second Bill was out of earshot, the bouncers focused their attention on you. It was the first time all tour you’d felt… afraid. It was a hot July night and you’d left your cardigan at home. Suddenly your shoulders felt too bare as they looked you up and down, disgust slowly filtering onto their faces.

“Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.” Tommy growled, while Tex stepped forward to shove you further back.

“He'll be done with you soon enough. Girls like you get boring after a while.”

You bit your lip, fighting back tears, but you instinctively pushed back against the larger man. Tex’s face twisted in rage as he grabbed your arms with bruising strength.

“Don’t think you can get away with that, just because you’re sleeping with Presley.”

He shoved you back so hard you hit the wall. You cried out in shock and pain as your head hit the wall and the world turned blurry.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A low voice growled from behind the bouncers. Elvis, still in his pink and black stage suit.

Bill was with him, but when he saw the scene, he took a step back from the singer as if he’d explode. If it were possible, Elvis would be ticking like a bomb ready to blow.

“Elvis-” Tommy started, but Elvis silenced him with one hand. His dark blue eyes fixed on Tex, who was still in front of you, so uncomfortably close you could smell the sweat under his suit. It made you nauseous.

You were still dazed from your head hitting the wall, unable to speak as Elvis stalked forward. For every step forward Elvis took, Tex took a step back.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to explain what you were doing, touching my girl like that.” Elvis snarled. “And that’s one more chance than you deserve, so be quick.”

“W-well, boss-” Tex suddenly didn’t seem so big, hands at his sides, staring at his shoes. He looked more like a child being scolded. “We didn’t mean to-”

“Then what did you mean to do?” Elvis snapped. He was between you and Tex now, hand grasping yours with a reassuring squeeze. "Cause it looked to me like you were throwing my girl around like a rag doll, which she ain't."

“Listen, we-” Tommy stepped forward, but Elvis interrupted.

“No, you both listen. You’re fired. If I see either of you near my show or my pretty girl again, I’ll do more than just fire you. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for their response, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you backstage to his dressing room. The pain didn’t fully set in until he sat you in his chair. You winced.

Elvis felt at the lump on the back of your head. No skin was broken, but it still throbbed. Colorful bruises were already beginning to form on your arms where Tex had all-but thrown you backwards.

“Oh, no. No, no, no." Elvis murmured when he saw the marks. He was on his knees, looking up at you with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

He kissed every bruise on your skin so softly you barely felt the heat of his lips. All the while he murmured comforting words,

“I ain’t ever gonna let this happen to you again. Never gonna let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

You were silent, replaying Tommy and Tex's words over in your head. They had no idea what they were talking about, but the words still left you with a lingering nausea, far worse than any of the bruising on your body.

“How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m okay.” Your voice was meek, even to your own ears.

"Hey, pretty girl," Elvis frowned, cupping your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can tell me.”

And you did. As the tears finally spilled over your eyes, you told Elvis the worst of what the bouncers said. Tension flooded into his shoulders as you repeated their words.

Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.

“Those sons of-” Elvis caught himself, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby. They ain’t ever gonna work again, I'll make sure of it.”

He kissed the back of one hand, then the other. Elvis’ eyeliner was messy after a night of performing, sweat still glazing his skin. He looked… tired. You’d never seen Elvis tired before, and the sight scared you more than anything. For the first time in twenty years of knowing him, he looked less than invincible.

You wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaning down to kiss him.

“I’ll be fine, really.” You smiled weakly. “You didn’t have to fire them.”

“If I ever had to see ‘em again I’d do worse than that, baby.” He pulled you in close to kiss your forehead, then your lips. “I’m gonna talk to the Colonel. Make sure he files a police report and hires real security for our next show.”

You bit your lip, remembering their words. Colonel’s orders. “Elvis…”

Your lip wobbled. Elvis trusted nobody in the world more than the Colonel, aside from his mother. Would he believe you?

Warm hands rubbed up and down your shoulders. “Hey, I’m right here.”

“The Colonel made them do it, they said he said not to let me through.” You blurted out, clamping a hand over your mouth, tears rising to your eyes again. Elvis’ hands froze on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

Elvis stood up. Through your tears, you could see the fire in his eyes. You thought he was angry before? Well, he was furious now. Hands bunched to fists at his sides, he didn't move for a long moment, just stared. Then he left the room without a word.

It was common knowledge you didn’t get along with the Colonel. Elvis considered him a godsend, the man who launched his entire career. You considered him a toad, especially after one conversation you’d overheard in Graceland:

“If the fans know about her, they won’t follow you.”

Elvis thought you’d gone up to bed, but you had lingered to grab a glass of water… and listen to the men talking business. The thought had never crossed your mind before that you were part of that business.

“Little girlfriends, they don’t last. But your music? My dear boy, that is immortal- if you play your cards right.”

Elvis laughed, and your blood froze. Then the laughter stopped abruptly.

“You’re serious? What’re you talking about, Colonel?” Your boyfriend’s voice was light and playful, but there was an edge to it. Something underneath you’d never heard before. “I sing from the heart, and she is my heart. Without her, there’s no music.”

“My boy-”

“Understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?” The playfulness dropped from his voice. Elvis was easily persuaded to go along with just about anything the Colonel dreamed up (“His plans got us this far, haven’t they?”) but from that night one thing was clear: your relationship was not up for negotiation.

Until tonight.

You stayed there for a while, emptiness settling in your stomach. Elvis didn’t believe you. Why would he? The Colonel had got him this far. Got him a tour in all fifty states. Made him enough money to buy Graceland and as many Cadillacs as he could imagine. You were just a girl from Tupelo, he could find another.

Still, you waited, hoped he’d come back. You could apologize, say you must’ve misunderstood, say anything to get him back. A difficult life with Elvis and the Colonel was better than an empty life without the man you loved.

Minutes turned to a full hour, so you left, dragging your feet towards the exit, hoping your motel room would still be available to you. Elvis wouldn’t leave you in the middle of America, miles from home with no way back, would he?

Distant shouting caught your attention. You recognized Elvis’ voice immediately and followed down the corridor to a slightly-open door that simply said ‘Colonel’.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Elvis shouted so loud it made you jump, even as you paused outside the door to listen. “Who’re you gonna ban next, my mama?”

“Your mother is not the problem, my boy-” The Colonel sounded flustered, barely himself.

“And neither is she!” Elvis snarled, slamming something down inside the room. “Goddammit. I’ve told you before, I sing from the heart. You want to stop that?"

Silence. Had the Colonel ever been lost for words before?

Elvis continued, "Fine, we can break all our promises. How about this? I don’t see her backstage before and after every performance, I don’t sing. Or-" Elvis snapped his fingers, "Better idea, we go public. Let's see how many fans actually follow me for my music. I don't care about the rest of it."

“Elvis-”

“Those are your options. I’ll give you one more chance, but that’s it. And if I ever, ever find out you pulled this horseshit again, you're done."

The Colonel was silent for a while, but perhaps he muttered something quietly, or simply nodded, because the next thing you knew, Elvis was coming out of the room, fists still clenched and face flushed with anger.

All of that melted away when he saw you.

“Baby,” He murmured, taking your hand in his. “What’re you doing out here?”

"I- I thought-" Your body shook, and Elvis took the black jacket from his shoulders to drape it across yours. He led you away from the Colonel's door, back to the privacy of his dressing room.

"You don't have to throw your life away because of me." You finally said.

Elvis smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks with both hands. "Sweet girl."

Without warning he picked you up and sat back in his chair, holding you on his lap while he peppered your face with kisses.

"A life without you? That's not one I want to be living." He pressed your foreheads together and let out a sigh. "But this right here, you and me? That's what's right. And I will protect that- protect you, Always."

#elvis x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #elvis imagine #austin!elvis imagine #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #hurt/comfort #Protective elvis #elvis fanfic

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