#1960s Elvis

[lustnhim]

elvis in a crop top with his shirt tied 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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i think this is so freaking cute!! it deserved its own post <3

[an-americcan-trilogy]

“Welcome Home Elvis” 1960. Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra duet - Love Me Tender/Witchcraft.

[aliypop]

Food Fight

Word count: 361

Prompt: Elvis is left to watch the twins when a food fight breaks out there's only one thing left to do.

Warning: None

Note: Sorry it's short, been going through a lot.

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@poeandmoonknightgirl

1962

"Alright, you two, here comes the airplane!"Elvis smiled as he swirled the spoons around like a plane. Cecelia was out running errands for her mother's studio, which left him in a dilemma, feeding time for the twins. Elaine and Jesse had been prone to be messy when it came to their mashed carrots and their soft peas, but this time would prove to be the worst. As the spoons landed for delivery on their tongues, Elvis couldn't help but smile at the twins as they gummed down their food and babbled to each other. Oh, how he wished he knew what they were saying. "Yummy hmm?" "Wabababa!" Elaine said as she giggled, her brown eyes sparkling as she made grabby hands at the spoon, "Patience little biscuit." Elvis cooed loading up the spoons again as Jesse was about to cry, "No don't do that." He sighed watching Jesse calm down, noticing the mess on his hands Elvis had gone to get a cloth as he hummed walking away the twins decided to have their fun, walking back to the high chairs Elvis came back to a mess of two babies covered in food, Jesse with peas and carrots and bananas in his hair and elaine who had it in her ears and down her clothes, "Didn't I just bathe you two…" He breathed hard picking them both up as he carried them upstairs to the bathtub. He first began to undress Elaine taking off her headband as her curly hair had baby crackers hidden in it, "Hey those were from snack time…" Elvis glanced at her as she smiled wide trying to put her foot in her mouth, meanwhile Jesse was worse when Elvis undressed him he felt something wet on his shirt as he grumbled, "Jesse… You didn't…" "Papawaabaabaa." "No Jesse this is an expensive shirt…" "Bababa bababa." "Guess I gotta take a bath too." The house was quiet when Cecelia returned, she didn't hear anything, not a cry or a shout, she raced upstairs opening the bedroom door as her eyes caught the sight of Elvis asleep with the twins on his chest.

[thatbanditqueen]

TOST Chapter 16

Summary: It has been a long eight weeks in Las Vegas, but it looks like Elvis and Midge only have a few days left together before he goes onward to Memphis and she heads back to LA. In the meantime, they enjoy their last few days together and help Joe celebrate his marriage.

Warnings: Blow job, historical era sexism and a newly pregnant women getting drunk (it's 1962, and unfortunately they did not research the effects of smoking/drinking on fetuses til the 1970s, and weren't really warning women til the 1980s. But also fairly innocuous and the child turned out fine in real life and in this fic).

Late night fan fic witching hour. I tried to write this in an hour for @whositmcwhatsit's birthday but then here were are two weeks later and I don't know what happened? I do know she read two drafts this week and dramatic improved what ever this chapter is. Thanks Jade for alpha-ing and yes, let's just consider this my gift to you and everyone for the happy occasion of May 16.

Thanks to my harem who helps me think and write and makes life fun, @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @shakerattlescroll @peskybedtime @lookingforrainbows

oh and sorry to @be-my-ally to be marrying off Joe, though I am sure he would make an exception to his marriage vows for you if you asked nicely and didn't try to sleep with Elvis once he brought you to the party.

Playlist of music either just newly released at the time or relevant to the mood/events of the chapter.

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[melancholicbutterflies]

Now Hold On, Baby

Prompt: Elvis and his buddies are tossing the football around and you accidentally get hit. Needless to say, he more than makes up for it.

wc. 1,570

warnings: my awful understanding of medicine, elvis being a southern gentleman.

A/N: wow two fics in two days i'm impressed with myself LOL. I said i was gonna do football!elvis fic and i did! not sure why all my fics lately have been so fluff-based, but there ya go. there are potential other avenues i could go down with this setting, so if there's interest i may further develop the fic :O

"What a nice day to study outside," you remarked, smiling as you seated yourself in one of the nearby Adirondack chairs with your friend, Janie on the college's green.

"I agree on the first part, don't much care for the 'study' bit," she grumbled, flopping down next to you melodramatically.

"Oh, come on. It's better than studying inside. I've had enough of stuffy libraries, haven't you?"

"Oh sure. I just don't get why we gotta spend a beautiful day like this cooped up in books."

"Well, what would you rather do, then?"

"What would I rather do? What would I rather do?!" She cried.

"Yeah!"

Pausing, she laughed. "Gosh, it's been so long since I could choose what I wanted to do that I forgot what I even like!"

You laughed together.

She wasn't completely wrong; this semester had been a doozy, a far cry from your first one freshman year where everything was new and exciting, the feeling of finally being on your own for the first time in your life leading to more partying than school, the reason you were all there after all. The spring had been a real shock, filled with nonstop deadlines, rigid professors, and nearly as many all-nighters although not of the partying kind. It was a rude awakening for everyone in your year, but for Janie in particular, who had some attention issues although she was plenty smart.

"...Right now, I just wanna sit down and relax. Close my eyes a bit." Janie was saying drowsily, looking as if she was about to drift off to sleep right then and there. As the sun shone on you, a gentle breeze passing by, you had half a mind to join her. Your barely opened textbook slipping from your fingers as your body let loose some of that much needed tension.

Not two minutes later, you faintly heard someone yell "Heads up!" Thinking nothing of it, as it sounded as if it were a ways away, your mind felt fuzzy as it entered that half-dream-like, half-awake state.

Suddenly, it wasn't so fuzzy anymore. It was downright aching, like a bucket of ice-cold water rained down on it. Opening your eyes, you realized you'd been hit by some flying... football? Your hand massaged the side of your head while you looked blearily around for the source of the assault.

"Oh, man, I'm real sorry darlin'," a familiar-looking young man came jogging over to you wearing a forlorn expression. "It wasn't me, but I ain't gon' make excuses for them," he jabbed a finger in the direction of a few other young men, looking concerned. It was then that you realized who they were. You were speaking with royalty, as far as most of your fellow students were concerned. Football was big at your university, and from what you'd heard, your school was one of the top contenders. Elvis Presley, the man standing before you, was a big reason for that. He was quarterback, and he reveled in the attention as much as he enjoyed playing.

"Darlin'?" He questioned; thick dark brows furrowed in deepening concern. "You all right? We need to get your head looked at?"

"No, no," you shook your head, regretting the action as you felt like a rock was rolling around in there. "I'll... I'll be fine. Just try not to hit me again." You joked weakly. You thought it was funny, but also got your point across, and you went to move back to Janie. You didn't realize you were moving sluggishly, and walking not quite straight, until you caught the grass getting closer to you.

"Wha-

"Damn it!" You heard Elvis cry, and stupidly you shut your eyes, as if accepting your fate. "Gotcha," he cooed in your ear, and you came around to the fact that you were now in his arms, his nice, strong, warm arms... You looked up at him, eyes blinking, your head nearly lolling to the side if it weren't for his hand cradling your neck. "It's gon' be OK, sweetheart. Gon' get you to the nurse to get that head looked at. You're stubborn as hell, girl," he shook his head at you, half smile on his face. You wanted to poke it, your hand raised to do so but it landed on his cheek. He laughed. "'Nuff of that, woman. You want me to trip with you? We'll both crack our heads on this sidewalk." In your muddled state you laughed; the image was rather funny.

Some time later, you woke up in the nurse's office, alone. Where were you? You tried to recall the last moments but were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in?" You said hesitantly.

A young, dark-haired woman came inside in a nurse's uniform and greeted you pleasantly as she took your vitals. "You had quite a bump earlier, didn't you? Came in all zonked out."

The machine beeped. "Good, 107 over 20. Had you all the way down in the eighties, was thinking we'd have to send you to the hospital!"

"Oh, gosh."

"Luckily, you're looking a lot better. You don't still feel dizzy, do you?"

"No, I feel all right. Still a little bruised, though..." You went to feel your head, coming up against a light bandage. "Don't fuss with it, it needs to heal. I'm glad you came in when you did. If it weren't for that handsome fella that brought you, carrying you like a white knight and everything!"

A blush started rising to your cheeks, and you glanced away. "He was awfully nice to do that. Then of course it was his friends who hit me!"

"Oh, I'm sure it was just an accident. Besides, girls have done less to get Elvis' attention," she winked, moving toward the door. "You should be fine but take it easy, no sudden movements and no sports for a few weeks!"

"Thank you," you said, grumbling you hadn't intended to get his attention, it seemed to be thrust upon you. You couldn't deny it was a kind act he did; you didn't know many men that would have gone through that much trouble to make sure you were all right. You definitely were lucky he had stopped you from falling and incurring additional harm. And, even though you'd never admit it aloud, you found him not horrendous to look at. Maybe even cute. You were sure he was well aware of his affect on the opposite sex, and rationalized he didn't need more compliments.

"Oh, there you are," a familiar deep voice sounded to your right as you stepped into reception, about to leave toward your dorm to find Janie. You hoped she hadn't gotten too much of a scare. For all you knew she was still knocked out on the lawn; she was the heaviest sleeper you'd ever known!

"Elvis," you said, and it was all you could say in your surprise of him staying close. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Making sure you were OK, silly," he rose to his full height from the chair, stretching. "A bigger ask than I'd anticipated; those seats were none too comfy." He teased.

"Oh, Elvis, that's awfully kind of you but you didn't have to."

He waved a hand off, "naw, I was raised right, I wouldn't leave a woman in distress, especially since it was my numb knuckle friends who got you into that mess. I hope you can accept my apology, darlin'." There was that beseeching look again in his blue hues.

When he turned those eyes on you, you were done. "Of course I do," you said softly. He smiled real wide then, straight, shiny white teeth nearly blinding you in their exuberance. "Oh, doll, I'm so glad to hear that, I am. I was so worried. I know how smart you are, I didn't wanna think we were responsible for knocking all that genius outta your noggin!"

You guffawed; it was so ridiculously inane, yet entirely endearing because of the genuineness with which he said it. But then you sobered at the realization that he knew who you were. Or knew enough to know how seriously you took school. "Wait, how did you know-?" As far as you could recall, you'd never spoken, hardly laid eyes on him more than once or twice in passing, and even then, thinking nothing of it. You weren't someone who got into sports.

"I sit a few rows behind you. Prolly didn't notice, I don't blame you. I'm usually late or taking a snooze, not the most dedicated student," he rubbed the back of his neck as if embarrassed. "Well, I reckon we probably had a few classes together last semester too, but I guess you didn't notice me."

He watched you as you formed your opinion about this, not upset, but strangely earnest. It took you aback. You would've figured The Elvis Presley would have been a lot more cocky and self-assured. He wasn't in the slightest. It was... delightfully refreshing.

"Well, I can be pretty oblivious, but I can definitely say I know you now, Elvis Presley." You smiled the first real smile since speaking with him, and he mirrored you happily.

"Where you headed?" He asked. "My dorm. I should check on Janie, my friend," you add in explanation.

He nodded. "How 'bout I walk you there? It's gettin' late, and it's not but a few blocks from my dorm."

"Sure! I mean, if you don't mind. You've spent enough time on me today as it is. I'm sure you have other places to be."

He stopped you by the arm, forcing your gaze to his steady one. "There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be." He said, and you believed him.

[kickmyheadbill]

elvis doodles

[amydarcimarie]

*woosh* That’s the sound of the oxygen leaving my lungs.

Jesus Almighty Marie he is otherworldly!

🥵😭♥️

[daffieapple]

Whew! Elvis’ face just hit different with a beard. He was so extremely sexy with it. I hate he didn’t rock this look beyond this one film.

[agentcoltslaw]

So I watched roustabout...

Enjoy this very lazy sketch

[cryingabtab]

But if it can’t be, Give this moment to me…

[lllsaslll]

"From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" CD Box Set

"From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" CD Box Set

Five-disc CD box-set comprising every non-movie related master recording made during the 60's and released within Elvis' lifetime.

The box set was released in 1993 and includes a full color book with discography, essay, and a set of collectable stamps duplicating the album covers of every 1960's Elvis LP release with RCA Victor.

Continued in 1995, the companion two-disc release, "Command Performances: The Essential 60s Masters II" compiles 62 of the 211 soundtrack songs released within Elvis' lifetime. "From Nashville to Memphis: The Essential 60's Masters" was also released on cassette tape and vinyl, and a similar treatment was made for the 50's and 70's masters.

[daffieapple]

I’d be that fan that would boldly ask for a kiss. Lol

Elvis backstage with fans in Las Vegas, the date given was 22nd July 1969.  These pictures catch Elvis in transition, leaving behind his sixties Hollywood movie years.  The muttonchop sideburns are in place, but like the decorative belt he wears, they will grow much larger in the seventies.

[lustnhim]

elvis with fans (8-12-69) 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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[aliypop]

Married In The Morning

Word Count: 1.872

Writers Note: Figured I never talked about the wedding so @sissylittlefeather here you go

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas 1960 2 years after their Christmas Engagement Elvis and Cecelia are finally united in marital bliss.

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Tennessee December 25th, 1960

The chapel halls welcomed family and friends to the quaint wedding of Elvis and soon-to-be Cecelia Shanel Presley. Music played through the sanctuary, and members of both parties chattered about what they were about to witness. However, at Graceland, there was a nervous, leg-shaking Elvis. Who was getting ready for his big day? He'd waited long and hard for this day, and here it was. 

"Will you stop moving so much!" Alberta said as Elvis was giddy and in a mood that one could explain as in love. 

"Birdie, I can't!"

"And why is that?" Fixing his bowtie.

"It ain't every day a man gets to marry his best friend." 

"Joe or Red?"

"Very funny,"

"Hey, E!" Billy shouted,

"What!"

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

In the chapel, Cecelia was pacing around the room, fidgeting with her dress, "Oh, Midge, what if he gets cold feet!" she sighed, "Or Mama, what if he changes his mind." Rosa and Daphane both watched as Denise and Midge sighed, 

"Elvis loves you endlessly. He's not going to freeze." Midge responded, fixing her dress as Denise fixed her hair. They were right. If he hadn't left when they were dating, why would he leave now on their wedding day? Cecelia finally sat down, and she took a deep breath. There was a knock on the door. Midge jumped up to get it. Standing there were Eleanor and Ruby, Delta, Patsy and Dodger.

"Are we late for the traditional gift-giving of the bride?" Ruby asked as she nearly kissed her niece,

"Not at all, ladies." Rosa smiled,

"Good, wouldn't wanna miss indoctrinating the new Mrs. Presley." Patsy said, as she smiled, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Patsy," Cecelia hugged her, as Patsy giggled,

"I don't think I've seen a prettier bride since Gladys," Delta said. Getting teary-eyed.

"Or Denise," Eleanor added as Denise took a deep breath. Her little pumpkin was now grown and getting married. She still couldn't believe it. 

"Alright, I'm not gonna cry, but something borrowed." Rosa looked around as Midge handed her pearl necklace to Rosa to put around Cecelia's neck.

"Something blue!" Daphane smirked, "It's not much, but it's a garter I sewed out of Elvis's old sock!"

"Why do you have that?" Rosa nudged her.

"Why not..."

"It's perfect." Cecelia giggled

The women in the room laughed at the news as they kept with the bridal good luck charms.

"Something new?" Eleanor and Ruby said in unison as they both handed her bracelets. They were dainty and added to her bridal look. Cecelia looked in the mirror as she got emotional. She looked like a princess. 

"All's next is something old," Patsy said as Delta looked at Dodger, then Denise. Denise had placed her old veil on her daughter's head as she kissed her on the cheek. She then went to the side of Dodger to help her up. Dodger was holding a jewelry box with earrings in them. They were pearls with diamonds around them. 

"These were Gladys's earrings. I'd want you to have 'em, dear." Dodger said, presenting them to Cecelia as she picked them up,

"Grammy, I couldn't."

"Gladys would want you to have them," Delta said. As she smiled, which might have been the first time Cecelia saw her do that. 

"She really liked you," Patsy said, helping her put on the earrings. 

"I wish she could've been here." Denise sighed, "Gladys would've loved to have seen her little boy up and married." 

"Elvis, you're shakin like a leaf." Vernon sighed, looking at his son. He wasn't nervous, he was just excited, 

"I know, Pa." Elvis took a deep breath as Alfonso was by his side, "It's just I haven't seen Cece all day. It's driving me crazy." he laughed, both fathers laughing a bit,

"No, don't go gettin no idea's it's bad luck to see the bride." Elvis had a look on his face that said the opposite. Marching out the doors, Elvis made his way to the door that Cecelia was behind. 

"You know. It's just exciting. I'm marrying my best friend and. I'm itching to see him and talk to him." Cecelia said as the women in the room awed at her. Cecelia was really in love, and it showed. 

"I can't wait to see his smile and how he's gonna look in his tux. I can hear his voice saying-"

"Cecelia."

"Yeah, like that."

"Cecelia, it's me, Elvis!"

"You can't be here, E!" Patsy shouted as Rosa and Daphane stood by the door.

"I ain't inside, Patsy," pushing past everyone was Cecelia, her ear by the door as she got giddy. They were something out of a romance novel. They were the definition of true love.

"Elvis! It's me, Cece." 

"Thank God, I ain't want much but to talk to you," Elvis said as Cecelia giggled,

"I want to talk to you too, handsome."

"I'll be honest. I'm nervous about this wedding thing cause what if I-I-."He took a deep breath, "What if I'm not good at being a husband." 

"Oh, Elvis, you're going to be a great husband. You listen, and you care, and you're gentle and kind. You're an angel." Cecelia smirked, "Well, most times."

"Whadya mean most."

"You know what I mean."

"I do? Oh... Oh." Elvis turned red, but she could hear the smirk on his face arrive. "What about you, Cece? You nervous about anything?"

"A lot of things, really, but when I'm by your side, I know I'll be alright."

 "Hey E, it's time!" 

"Hi, Joe!" Cecelia said from the door.

"Hey, Cece! We'll see you in a few."

The music in the chapel had begun to play, and Elvis and his friends stood there waiting for Cecelia. Rosa, Daphane, Patsy, and Midge. All stood on the left side, waiting patiently for the woman of the hour to arrive.

"I'm walking my little pumpkin down," Alfonso said, growling at his wife,

"No, I am..." Denise rolled her eyes,

"How about you both walk her down." Eleanor groaned, "And stop arguing! Thought you two settled that when y'all got married again." she rolled her eyes, walking into the chapel. Cecelia walked up to her parents as they were taken away, she was wearing her grandmother's dress and wedding shoes, 

"My little pumpkin... Is a woman." Alfonso teared up.

"Daddy, don't cry. It's a joyful day. I'm marrying Elvis, my true love." She hugged him. Her parents locked arms with her as Denise teared up, 

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Denise sniffled,

Walking down, Cecelia could feel every eye on her, but she didn't care, for her eyes were on Elvis, his tux on as he waved at her and his mouth opened at how she looked,

"Damn, you're lucky," Red whispered,

"Nah, I'm blessed." Elvis teared up. He told himself he wouldn't cry, but an angel had just landed, and she was to be his wife. 

"Who gives this bride to this man." 

"We do." Denise and Alfonso said as Vernon helped her up,

Elvis took her hand as he lifted her veil. "Well, hot damn!" he whispered, "Can I kiss 'er now?!" everyone in the chapel began to laugh as Cecelia giggled, 

"I could ask the same thing, too." She smiled. The ceremony went on, and the two couldn't stop looking at each other. 

"Now, the vows."

"I'll be honest, I didn't write anything. Cause if I did, I'd been dead." Cecelia said as Elvis chuckled, "So I'll talk from my heart." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked up at him, 

"Elvis Aaron Presley, when you bumped into my life in October 1954, I was hypnotized, not by the star we'd both become, but by your soul. It shook me to my very core." She blushed, "I've never been the same. You've been there for me through thick and thin. You're my best friend, my angel, my lover, my everything, and I pray you continue to be my everything just as I am yours."

Elvis blushed as he kissed her hand,

"Your turn." She winked,

"How am I gonna top that? Oh, like this. " Elvis smiled, holding her hand, "Cecelia, there are many ways I could talk about ya, but I'll start from when I first knew you'd Uh be mine." He laughed as he started to get nervous, " You know, I don't ever think you saw me as Elivs the star. You saw me as the guy who'd, uh eat the fries off yer plate. Or the guy who can make a fool of himself. You saw me, an I felt honored that you did. You didn't care if I talked too much, didn't care about none of it." He got bashful,

"Cece, I love you 'cause you see the imperfect me and still think I'm a swinging guy."

"Cause you are," Cecelia commented as he took her hand, 

"Well, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Presley. You may now-"

Elvis dipped Cecelia as he kissed her passionately and sweetly, taking her hand as Rosa and Daphane dropped the broom at their feet, jumping over it. The new couple had been truly excited about their life together. 

Heading back to Graceland, the two were in bliss, it was cold, and Cecelia was in her winter fur, but she felt warmed by the love radiating off of her Elvis. Carrying her over the threshold Cecelia was filled with laughter and love as was Elvis, they were surrounded by friends and family, and, 

"Elvis look at how gorgeous the cake is..." 

"To think we'll have to cut it, with its strawberry filling in it." 

"It's what..." She cheesed like a kid in a record store, 

"Nothing, doll." Walking her by the cake as she took a taste of the icing, 

"HEY E CATCH!" From the backyard, his cousins and his father-in-law were playing football at the reception, and Elvis couldn't resist. As he looked at his wife, she waved him off to join them. 

"You wanna play around some?"

"Elvis I'm no good at sports."

"Oh come on." He pleaded as she walked over with him, the game was intense Alfonso had passed it to Billy who then passed it to Elvis, but then he fumbled it and Red caught it only for it to land in the hands of 

"I CAUGHT IT!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

"RUN!!!" Denise looked over and shook her head, she couldn't believe her daughter was playing football in the Tenessse cold in her wedding gown. Cecelia ran like hell as she kept going until she felt someone tackle her, looking up it was Elvis who planted a kiss on her cheek,

"Thanks, babe I won," he smirked

"Oh no you didn't!" She said getting up, a grass stain on her dress as the two began to laugh. 

"CECELIA SHANEL PRESELY!"

"MAMA IT'S JUST A STAIN IT'LL COME OUT!" Cecelia shouted back, as his cousins agreed with her, 

"Spoken like a true Presley..." Elvis said kissing her again,

"And forever may I be." Nuzzling his nose as snow flurries fell,

 "Merry Christmas Cece."

"Merry Christmas El."

Oh, how it felt to be married in the morning.

[thatbanditqueen]

The Only Sure Thing

Chapter 17: Sweet Tea

Summary: Midge has settled into a comfortable routine at her sister's house, helping with the kids, watching soap operas, working on her dream of making it as a writer. But enough is enough, domestic bliss is a drag and so she sets out to make her own plans for leaving her sister's house with or without Elvis.

Thanks to @whositmcwhatsit my gifted alpha for reading earlier drafts, helping me with story and editing and everything else.

No warnings - pretty tame. Playlist soundtrack ;)

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@eliseinmemphis

@notstefaniepresley

@beeandheroddobsessions

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@literally-just-elvis-fics

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[melancholicbutterflies]

MelancholicButterflies’ Masterlist

                          🗝️ Angst  ⛈ Smut  ❣  Yandere  ☾ Fluff  ✿

Series

Papa Bear | ✿ ☾ | ongoing

↳ Your momma remarried and all of a sudden you have to deal with the King of Rock as your new daddy? What? | naive!reader, bigdaddy!elvis

Miniseries

PHT | ☾ ❣ ⛈ | on hold

↳ It was just supposed to be a temp job, something to do to have some money coming in while your husband was finishing his degree. You couldn’t imagine that in doing so, you were signing your life away. | wife!reader, doctor!elvis

Hellmouth | ☾ ❣ ⛈ 🗝️ | ongoing

↳ When Angel is unable to contact her human charge, Daphne, she must visit the earthly realm to investigate. Nothing is quite as it seems. | angel!reader, vampire!elvis

Oneshots

You Don’t Own Me | ☾ ❣ ⛈ | completed

↳ You’re tired of Elvis always telling you what you can and cannot do as his wife. You decide to pushback, and he puts you in your place. | wife!reader, yandere!elvis

Now Hold On, Baby | ✿ | completed

↳ Elvis and his buddies were tossing the football around when you accidentally get hit. Needless to say, the quarterback more than makes up for it. | student!reader, quarterback!elvis

Sex and Candy | ❣ ⛈ | completed 

↳ You meet Elvis at an after party. He makes assumptions about just what sorta woman you are. | escort!reader, 50s!elvis

Always Be My Baby | ⛈ ✿ | on hold

↳ Your best friend, Elvis Presley, became an overnight sensation and doesn’t seem to have time for you anymore. He reminds you you’ll always be his special baby. | friend!reader, 50s!elvis

Drabbles

Siren | ✿ | completed

↳ ft. siren!reader, 50s!elvis