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Canon Memphis (Soukyuu no Fafner: Dead Aggressor)  » May 27

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Help Me Make It Through The Night

Word Count: 1.383

Writers Note: An angsty fic with the help of @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Mentions of a heart attack

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: August 16th, 1977 all is right at Graceland until suddenly things go a bit arye.

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Memphis, Tennessee, August 16th, 1977

"You sure you don't need anything, honey?" Elvis asked as Cecelia sat on the red velvet and gold couch, "Not right now, but thank you for asking." She looked up from her typewriter, "Alright. Well, I'll be upstairs." He said, wobbling up the stairs. Cecelia was worried about her husband. Lately, he'd been having more medications added by Nick, and his weight was increasing. Her and Marys's homecooked meals were to blame just a little. "Hey, Daddy, I have a date tonight with Stella, so... Can I go!" Elaine asked. She was sixteen now, but in his eyes, she was still six,

 "Fine, but remember..."

"I know, I know, no hanky panky." She laughed as he kissed her forehead, "Hey, daddy, you okay?" Elvis gave her a nod as he kept walking towards his bedroom, 

"Alright, well, Jessie's still at the studio with Carla,"

"So then, I told Carla I'd buy her a promise ring." Cecelia chuckled, hearing her son talk as she was typing away at another business proposition for Paradise Records, "Mama, are you listenin." 

"Of course I am." She hummed, still typing away. Her son kept talking as she saw how in young love he was, "Well, you can go in my jewelry box and get my old promise ring. 

"You mean the one that..." 

"Mhmm." She smiled. Jessie ran upstairs and heard a thud from his parent's room. Elvis clutching his heart, a tight, breathing feeling in his chest. He was stumbling around for medicine, but he couldn't reach it. Elvis tried to call for help, but his voice was stuck in his throat. He remembered he was lying on the red floor of his bedroom. 

"MAMA!!!!" 

"MAMA!!! QUICK, SOMETHING HAPPENED TO DADDY!!!"Jessie and Elaine were standing there, Jessie on the phone calling an ambulance. Cecelia ran upstairs to see the commotion, as her heart dropped inside her stomach, and her mouth was dry. This couldn't be happening right now, watching the EMS workers come and take her husband's body away to the hospital, 

"Mrs. Presley, you need to meet us at the hospital..." 

"Kids, call your grandparents and tell them to meet us at the hospital." Her voice was as cold as her mother's the night her father died. The twins nodded as they tried not to panic. Elaine could see the sorrow in her mother's eyes as she tried not to hope for the worst. 

"1...2...3... Clear!" 

"He's flatlining!" 

"1...2...3... Clear!

Elaine and Jessie were lying on their grandparents' shoulders as Jerry and Midge tried to comfort Cecelia, "I NEED TO BE IN THERE WITH HIM!" Cecelia shouted, her eyes puffy and her cheeks red from rough tissues, "You need to breathe, Elvis is going to be okay. He always is when these things happen." Midge said as Cecelia growled, 

" I HAVE ALMOST LOST ELVIS 3 TIMES MIDGE, 3, MY HEART CAN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS!" She sobbed on her shoulder as Jerry hugged her, "I can't lose him... I'm not ready to... He's the only thing I got, Lord..." she sniffled, 

"Mrs. Presley..." The doctor said as Cecelia cleaned herself up and walked towards him, 

"Yes, sir..." She followed him as Vernon and Denise prayed for her.

"How is he..."

"Things aren't looking good if we don't start operating on him,"

"Wh-Wha-What do you mean operate..." 

"Well, there's a bowl blockage and-"

"Do whatever you need to do." She began to shake worse than Elvis would before a concert, "If there's anything we can do for you, Mrs. Presley, please let us know."

"Just save my husband, please...." The doctor nodded, walking away,

"Well..."

"He needs a few procedures, but he'll be okay." She smiled as Vernon and Denise hugged her. The rest of the day was spent at the hospital. Midge and Jerry left first, then it was Vernon, then Denise and the kids, who didn't want to go until they knew Cecelia was okay, but there she was waiting until they said.

 "Mrs. Presley, you can see him.

Walking in, she saw his boylike features asleep on the hospital bed. He was hooked up to different machines, but she didn't care. He was here on this side with her, and she was happy, 

"He's going to sleep for the rest of the night, maybe even tomorrow. You're welcome to -"

"I'll stay." Cecelia smiled, sitting in the rocking chair. The TV was on, and it was The Jeffersons, "Look, Elvis, it's almost like we're home." She smiled, watching his stomach rise and fall. Soon, the TV played the national anthem, and it faded into static until the next day, but no matter how hard she tried to sleep, she couldn't. Cecelia had to look over him to make sure he was still breathing, so she'd pace around the room, talk to the twins, then she'd pray and talk to God, then pray again. 

"Elvis... I know you probably can't hear me, but.." She took a deep breath, "I love you, and you're my guardian angel. You are my everything, and I'll never forget that night back in 54, or our wedding day, or every day with you. Just promise me you'll pull through this." She looked at him as his lips were curled in a smile.

Memphis Tennessee August 17th

"I will spend my whole life through, loving you, just loving you." Elvis's eyes opened slowly. As he heard her singing, his arms wrapped around her tighter as she kept singing. "There is only one for me, and you know who you. I'll always be loving you..." Cecelia looked up as she heard him singing with her,

 "ELVIS!!!"She kissed him softly as he kissed her back, "Where am I?"

"The hospital, you had a heart attack and a few other things, but you're alive and-"

"Little darlin, you've been cryin'... and you didn't sleep, did you?" He asked, 

"El...I couldn't sleep, but you looked like you got caught up on the best sleep you've ever had." She laughed a little as he nodded, 

"Would'a been better with you in my arms." He mentioned as she slithered under the sheet in the small bed with him. 

"You mean like this?"

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. He could feel her falling asleep as he hummed Cotton Candy Land. 

"IS DADDY U-" Elaine and Jessie bumrushed the bed. They had teddy bears and bears in their arms as he tried to shush them, 

"Are you okay! Are you coming home soon?"Jessie asked,

"Do you feel funny?" Elaine asked. Elvis tried to respond as they kept asking questions. 

"I'm fine, your mama's sleepin, but I'm fine..."

"The doctors said to stay in bed. And to start a better diet and less stress and-" Elvis kissed her. He was back home with his now sexy doctor, Cecelia. "I'll heal then I-I-I finish my concert an-" Cecelia glared at him as he gulped, 

"You are not touring until you're healthy," 

"But The Colonel?"

"Fired..." Looking at her manicure, Elvis laughed,

 "So, who's my manager now..." 

"Good morning, Mr. Presley. Welcome to the Valmos sound label." Denise walked in as Elvis smiled, extending his arms out to his mother-in-law as she came to hug him, 

"Your Mama?"

" Yes."

"How's my Elvis feeling?" Denise kissed his forehead, 

"Gotta lay off the soul food for a while, but I'm alive." He sighed. Playfully, as Cecelia nudged him, 

"Good, you could manage to trim those sideburns too and a bit of the belly fat," Denise commented, 

"And that's the Mama I know." He mumbled, watching her walk away. Cecelia then got under the covers with her husband as she held him tighter than usual. But he understood why, tears on his back as she was inhaling the scent of his robe, 

"Baby..."

"Hmm..." She sniffled,

"You okay?" Elvis asked, turning to face her, his blue eyes still vibrant, 

"I thought I lost you this time..."

"Baby..." 

"Please promise me, no more pills, no more stress, and you'll take better care of yourself?" 

"I promise." He kissed her forehead,

"Good..."

CRASH!!!!

"OH SHIT, I THINK I JUST HIT DADDY'S LINCOLN!" Elaine shouted as Elvis turned to look at his wife, 

"Well, so long for stress..." Cecelia laughed,

"My Licoln is in the garage."

"DAMN IT ELAINE MARIE LOVE PRESLEY!!!!"

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Double ‘Taine || Part One

Pairing: Fontaine x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, use of the n word, aave use etc.

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: This is going to be a fun lil series! Not sure how many chapters just yet, but I hope y’all enjoy the story. Please comment, like, and reblog! :)

It was a gorgeous Memphis night. The weather was perfect and your life was going pretty well. You didn't have too many complaints. The aroma of apples and pumpkin always wafted through the air of your apartment around this time of year. Mrs. Towner, who lives two units down the hall from you, was always the culprit. Her grandson lived with her and loved baked goods and Halloween. You couldn't blame him; Halloween was one of your favorite holidays too, and it was only four weeks away. It was simply something about the smell of pumpkin and the crunch of fallen leaves under your boots that made your heart warm and made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

You were currently in your luxury apartment, venturing back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, setting the table for four. While you were busy setting up the apartment for your guests, your boyfriend, Fontaine, was out picking up dinner. You usually cooked, but Slick suggested earlier this week that he was craving Indian food, and you hadn't had it in a long time, so you ordered it and sent Fontaine to pick it up from the best spot downtown. Thursdays turned into dinner dates with Yo-Yo and Slick Charles. 

You met Yo-Yo about four years ago. She strutted straight into your law firm, carrying the brightest smile and one of the sharpest minds you'd ever seen. You two hit it off right away. You supported her with everything she needed, and she is now a paralegal with your firm.

About six months in, she finally introduced you to her eccentric boyfriend, Slick Charles, who never failed to make you bust out laughing, and her other roommate, Fontaine, who you instantly took a fancy to. Your firm had become quite busy, and Yo-Yo stressed to you that Fontaine was going through a difficult time, so it took another half a year before the two of you started dating. Now you were in the best relationship you'd ever been in, and you couldn't be happier. 

Sure, Fontaine kept a lot of things bottled up, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to talk about them, but you wouldn't trade him for anything. You loved that man. 

Actually, you had the impression that all three of them were hiding some information from you. You didn't know much about their past because they didn't tell you much. They told you that they had moved to Memphis from the Glen and that they had no plans of returning home. That was pretty much it. 

You had an inkling there was a lot more to the story, but you never pushed that button.  If they wanted you to know, you would know. 

As soon as you had the apartment set up to your liking, you poured yourself a glass of Stella Rosa's Moscato D’Asti and relaxed on the couch, waiting for your beloved to return. 

The door knob was twisted twice before there was a heavy knock on the door. You hurriedly downed the rest of your wine and dashed over to the entrance, figuring Fontaine could use help opening the door since he had the food in his hands. 

“Hey baby,” you greeted as you opened the door and saw that he didn’t have the food, but instead two large bags and a backpack. “Did you forget your keys?”

He didn't answer you; instead, he gave you a pointed look and strolled into the apartment. You scratched your forehead because you didn't know what the fuck was going on. You could've sworn he left 20 minutes ago with different clothes on….and why didn't he have the food?

He lingered in the living room, glancing around the apartment as if it were his first time seeing it. You shut the door and took timid steps toward him. Your eyes widened as you tried, but failed, not to gawk at him. When did he have time to change? 

After what appeared to be him assessing the room, his gaze finally settled on you, and he looked you up and down.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?”

You scoffed as you threw up your hands,“You were supposed to go get the food…”

“…Oh…” he said, tone revealing that he didn’t give a single fuck about dinner. 

“Yeah, oh,” you rolled your eyes at him and he just shrugged his shoulders at you.

What the fuck was his problem?

He stood there with his back against the wall. In a defensive position. As if he knew shit was about to hit the fan. Bags still in his hands, and an orange backpack still on his back.

“Fontaine, is everything alright?” you asked, taking a cautious step towards him. 

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

He gave you another pointed look and you raised your hands. 

“It’s just…you’re acting weird and you look pissed the fuck off right now, babe. Please tell me what’s going on?”

He uncrossed his arms and started to speak, but the jingle of keys and the opening of the front door stopped you both in your tracks.

In walked Fontaine with dinner in his hands.

WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK?

Fontaine took one look at the both of you before slamming the door shut and fixing you with a chilling look.

“Baby, back away from him.”

“Man, I ain’t gon’ hurt her.” Fontaine number two huffed, rolling his eyes at Fontaine number one. 

You took a cautious step back anyway. The tone of your boyfriend’s voice was more than enough to have you on edge.

Your boyfriend placed the food on the dining room table and shoved you behind him as he faced the other Fontaine.

Or at least that’s who he looked like…

Who was this guy? And why did he look just like your man? You thought you were seeing double. 

The apartment was deafeningly silent. Those two didn't utter a single word as they sized each other up.

Those two may have been comfortable standing there in silence, but you weren't. You wanted to know just what in the fuck was going on.

“Umm,” you blurted, breaking the silence, “I thought you said your brother was dead? And that he was younger than you?” 

You thought that maybe the other man was his twin or something. Obviously they had to be related. 

“He is,” your boyfriend replied, taking his eyes off of the other man for a brief moment to glance back at you. 

“Then who the fuck is this?” you pressed, gesturing wildly at the Fontaine lookalike. 

“Nobody.”

“Nigga, I’m you,” Fontaine number two said. 

“I ain’t tryna hear that.”

“Well, you gon’ hear it tonight, nigga.”

They went back and forth with each other, bickering for what felt like an eternity until you couldn't take it anymore.

“Fontaine!” 

They both turned to look at you.

“Somebody better open they fuckin’ mouth right now and start explainin’ before I start swingin!!” you threatened. 

While your boyfriend heaved a sigh of aggravation, the Fontaine lookalike smirked at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Where that nigga Slick at?” The lookalike asked, ignoring you. 

“You came all the way to Memphis for Slick?” Fontaine questioned, tone heavy with irritation. 

“That nigga knocked me out and duck taped me to a fuckin’ chair!”

What the fuck? Why would Slick do something like that? 

“Yeah, for a reason.”

And your boyfriend knew about this shit all along? What else was he keeping from you? 

“I got somethin’ for his ass!”

“Wait a minute—why would Slick tape you to a chair?” you asked the lookalike, taking a step closer to him. 

“Ask yo boyfriend,” he quipped. 

“I will, but first tell me who you are,” you demanded, staring him right in his face. His hair, his deep brown eyes, the golds in his mouth was all too familiar. This man was the spitting image of your boyfriend.  

But how? 

“I’m Fontaine,” he finally said, looking you in the eyes, silently daring you to disagree with him.

“That’s impossible,” you chuckled nervously as you backed away from him because clearly he was out of his mind, “There can’t be two Fontaines.” 

“Baby,” your boyfriend sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, “He’s tellin’ the truth.” 

“We’re both clones,” the lookalike admitted. 

Your boyfriend's shoulders stiffened so much that you worried they'd become stuck.

You were about to accuse them both of fucking with you, but the pained look on their faces was enough to convince you that they were being serious.

You plopped down on the couch, head in your hands, trying to make sense of what was being said, but your chest felt tight and you couldn't quite catch your breath.

So…clones were real. 

Your boyfriend was a clone and your boyfriend also had a clone. 

So there were two Fontaines. 

Were there more than two Fontaines?

Who did this to them?

With each passing second, a new question flooded your thoughts.

What happened to the original Fontaine?

Who else was the government cloning?

What other states and cities were they operating from?

Was Fontaine safe?

Were you safe?

Shit really hit the fan once Yo-Yo and Slick arrived. 

You had to confiscate Fontaine number two's gun after he pulled it out on Slick twice. Then you had to hold him back because he charged the retired pimp with such ferocity. Your boyfriend definitely had his temperamental ways, but this Fontaine was a bit more volatile.

Thankfully, Yo-Yo was there because Fontaine number one and Slick Charles were useless. They didn’t even try to help diffuse the situation. 

After a half-hour of squabbling, everyone calmed down and sat down to eat dinner.

“So, y’all niggas couldn’t have included me on the plan?” Fontaine number two asked the others at the table. 

You sat between both Fontaines, gulping your wine as you willed yourself not to freak out anymore than necessary. Yo-Yo and Slick Charles sat across from you.

“Hell no! We ain’t have time to break it down for your hotheaded ass,” Slick Charles said. 

Fontaine number two shot Slick Charles with such a hard glare that you worried you'd have to hold him back again.

“Uh, I’mma just eat my samosa before Fontaine number two beats my mothafuckin’ ass,” Slick Charles grumbled before shoving his mouth with more food.

You nodded, “I think that’s a good idea, Slick.” 

“How’d you find us anyway?” Yo-Yo asked.

“Biddy.”

“Biddy?!” The three of them murmured. 

You couldn’t do anything but eat your food and drink your wine as you watched the four of them converse. You felt like a stranger in your own fucking home.

“I gave that pink bitch a hundred bucks and she told me y’all moved to Memphis.” 

You didn’t even bother to ask who Biddy was because you knew you wouldn’t get a straight answer. The rest of the evening went pretty much like that. As the four of them caught up, you tried to make sense of the information at your disposal. You eventually tuned them out because you were becoming irritated.

After a while, Fontaine number two asked where the bathroom was, and you got up to show him the way.

Surprisingly, he thanked you before closing the bathroom door, and you retreated to the kitchen, searching for more wine. You needed more booze to deal with this fucked-up situation, and unfortunately, the wine you already had just wasn't cutting it. You scoured the refrigerator and cabinets but came up empty. 

With a heavy sigh, you leaned against the kitchen island and went over the events of the last hour or so. You still found it difficult to comprehend the gobsmacking fact that the love of your life was a clone.

It all made sense now why your boyfriend was so guarded. Look at all the shit he’s been through. Still, you couldn't help but feel a heavy pang of hurt because the three of them kept this from you. They were the closest people to you. You've grown to love them so much, and they couldn't even bring you into the loop.

You strolled back into the dining room and observed the three of them crowded together, talking in hushed voices.

Slick Charles spotted you approaching and motioned for the other two to stop chatting.

“And just what are y’all over there whisperin’ about?” you asked, raising a curious eyebrow. 

“Nothing.”

“Nothing important, baby.” 

“Just discussin’ the weather.” 

The three of them lied through their teeth and went back to eating as if they just weren't having a private conversation. It took all your might not to lash out at them in frustration. At the very least, Yo-Yo looked guilty. You knew she wanted to tell you more, but her loyalty to Fontaine surpassed her loyalty to you.

“Right,” you scoffed at them as you grabbed your purse off the counter. “I’ll be back.” 

“Where you goin’, Y/N?” your boyfriend asked as he stood up. 

“To the liquor store,” you said through gritted teeth. 

“Mind if I slide with you?” Fontaine number two asked as he ambled down the hallway. 

“No, I don’t mind.”

“Nah,” Fontaine number one shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’m goin’ anyway, nigga.” Fontaine number two retorted as he stood next to you. 

You shot your partner a sidelong glance before turning around and heading outside. Fontaine number two was right behind you.

“Y/N,” Slick Charles called after you. “Bring me back some vodka and orange juice please!” 

Fontaine number two slammed the door shut before you had a chance to respond, and you fought back a chuckle. That dude was obsessed with orange juice.

Together with your boyfriend's carbon copy, you made your way silently to the parking garage.

“Oh shit,” he exclaimed as he watched you open the car door to your silver Genesis. “You drive a G90?!”

“Yes,” you chuckled as he gawked at your car, his brown eyes briefly flashing with childlike admiration. Just like your Fontaine when he first saw it. The man truly did love his cars. It only made sense that his doppelgänger would too. 

“This is a nice ass ride,” he complimented, caressing the car door with his fingers as he walked around the vehicle. 

“You wanna drive?”

“You for real?”

“Yeah, the other you drives it all the time.” 

You tossed him the keys before walking over to the passenger side and hopping in. 

He excitedly clambered into the car, gently closing the door, before cranking up and taking the opportunity to look around.

After marveling at and feeling the smooth cream interior for several seconds, his gaze ultimately settled on you.

You paid close attention to his features. He may have been a clone, but now that you were actually looking at him, you could tell he wasn't your boyfriend.

Your Fontaine always looked at you as if he knew you inside and out, which he did, but this Fontaine solely looked at you as if he wanted to have a chance to get to know you that well. Everything else about the two was remarkably identical. This was a peculiar yet intriguing situation.

You were going to ask him what he was staring at when he blurted, “Y’all fucked in here yet?” 

“Fontaine!” you gasped, whacking his arm in admonishment. 

You couldn't believe he would ask you something like that, but then again, your Fontaine wasn't one to shy away from asking questions. No matter how invasive they were.

“What? I know me, aight? Ain’t no way in hell I’d pass up fuckin’ my fine ass girlfriend in this sweet ass car.” 

The compliment was not lost on you, but you chose not to react to it.

You remained silent, blinking at him in disbelief, until he raised his eyebrows impatiently, still waiting for you to answer.

“Yes, nigga,” you muttered, “we’ve fucked in here before.” 

“How many times?”

“Why do you care?”

He said nothing, just stared at you with an amused expression.

“Four times, damn! Can we go now?”

For a split second, his eyes darkened with a burning desire. He didn't say anything, but it was clear he wanted to be the one to partake in a fifth time.

Under his piercing gaze, you squirmed in your seat. You knew that was a thought you wouldn’t be able to come back from, so you cleared your throat and turned to stare out the window.

You heard him let out a puff of amusement before he put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot.

“What type of shit you do for work?” he asked once y’all were out on the open road and out of the parking garage.

“I’m a lawyer,” you said proudly before pointing to the upcoming street. “Make a left at the next light.” 

“What kind of lawyer?” he questioned as he turned left. 

“Corporate.” 

“Mmm, smart and pretty.” 

And that's pretty much how the trip to and from the liquor store went. You two getting to know each other. Surprisingly, the lookalike was easy to talk to. He reminded you too much of your man. You were going to start getting whiplash. You didn't ask him about his life back in the Glen. You wanted your boyfriend to trust you with that information.

You both walked back into the apartment carrying bags of booze. Fontaine number one, Yo-Yo, and Slick Charles were still conversing at the dinner table.

As a peace offering, Fontaine number two handed Slick Charles his vodka and orange juice. At least he was trying, you thought. 

You five settled on the couch with your drinks and watched the first two Bad Boys flicks. Yo-Yo fell asleep against Slick Charles halfway through the second film.

You were once again seated between your boyfriend and his duplicate. Your feet eventually wound across your man's lap, and he rubbed soothing circles into your ankles.

After twenty minutes, Yo-Yo began to snore, so Slick decided to call it a night, waking her up and helping her to her feet. They were really sweet to each other when they wanted to be. 

"Baby, I'mma walk them out," your boyfriend stated as he pecked your lips before strolling to the front door. "I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder before shutting the door, leaving you alone with Fontaine number two. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion. He never walked them all the way out. Then it dawned on you that he wanted to have another private conversation with them when you were not around. 

You slumped on the couch, tucking your foot beneath you as you grumbled in frustration.

“Aye, you good?” Fontaine asked as he took his eyes off the tv screen to glance over at you. 

“I’m good,” you lied as you turned to look at him. “You ready for bed?”

“You gon’ let me sleep here?” he asked, surprise clear in his voice. 

“Well, duh Fontaine,” you huffed. “Unless you got some other friends in Memphis that I don’t know about?”

What did he think? That you were going to toss his ass out with nowhere to go?

“I don’t think yo boyfriend gon’ be cool with that.”

“I don’t give a fuck what the other you has to say at the moment,” you sneered, “do you want to stay here or not?” 

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then it’s settled,” you dismissed.. 

“Can we finish the movie first? This one is my favorite,” he nodded towards the tv.

“Sure.”

Fontaine wandered back into the apartment about fifteen minutes later, scoffing at the two of you laughing on the couch.

“And where is this nigga stayin’, Y/N?” he blurted, attitude rancid as fuck. 

“Here with us,” you said brightly, stating the obvious. The credits began to roll so you grabbed the remote to turn off the tv. 

“Oh, hell nah,” he complained as he rolled his eyes at the both of you. “Why he gotta stay here with us?” 

“Where else is he supposed to stay? With Slick and Yo-Yo?” You folded your arms against your chest, kissing your teeth in annoyance. Fontaine number one and Fontaine number two were going to have to get along sooner or later. This hostility shit between them wasn’t going to fly. 

“He can stay at—“

“—Just let him stay, baby,” you interrupted, throwing up your hands as you stood up from the couch. 

What was the goddamn problem? It made sense that everybody should stick together. Maybe only to you. 

“Aight, fine,” he grunted, stomping off into the kitchen. 

“Dramatic ass nigga,” Fontaine number two mumbled under his breath as he stood up too. 

You shook your head at him in amusement, fighting back a giggle. This situation was so bizarre that you had to take it lightly or else you'd lose your fucking mind. He shrugged at you and scooped up his bags. You motioned for him to follow you into the guest room down the hall.

You helped him with unpacking and began hanging his clothes in the closet. You chuckled to yourself since his wardrobe was identical to your Fontaine's. The two men were obviously quite the same, but there were one or two physical variances that you chose to keep to yourself. 

“Why you bein’ so nice to me?” he blurted, taking a small step towards you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you replied, eyes narrowing as you leaned back against one of the closet doors. 

He took another step towards you, pausing to look you up and down before fixing his gaze on your face.

“I ain’t him, you know?”

But you kind of are, you thought. 

“You think I’m only bein’ nice to you because you share the same face as my boyfriend?” 

“Yeah, pretty much,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. 

You sighed deeply and looked out the window, gaze focusing on the shining full moon. "I'm bein’ nice to you because you're a human being who's been through a lot of unfair shit." You turned your attention back to him, eyes locking with his. "I think a little kindness is the least you deserve, don't you?"

He didn't respond, taken aback by your kind words, and after several seconds of stillness, he nodded his head so slowly you'd have missed it if you hadn't already been staring at him.

Of course, this Fontaine had trust issues as well. You couldn’t really blame him. He was keeping it together much better than you would have been in his shoes. 

“Alright,” you sighed, taking one last look around the room before smiling softly at him, “anything else you need before I go to bed?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded as he plopped down on the bed, “can I get my gun back?” 

Hmm, you thought. You didn’t see why not. Slick Charles was gone and the situation seemed diffused for the time being. 

As you approached him, you carefully removed the weapon from your waistband, holding it in your palm. 

You held out your hand to him, and he reached out to take it, but you pulled it closer to your chest and said, “As long as you promise to keep it away unless our lives are in danger.” 

“Aight.” he agreed, reaching for the gun again, but you tightened your grip on the steel. 

“I’m serious, Fontaine.” 

He rose slowly, towering over you while peering down into your eyes. You took a much-needed step back since you could hear every breath he took and smell the sweet tang of his cologne.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a sly smirk as you took a step back from him. He cleared his throat and gave you a look, indicating that he was being serious. 

“I promise,” he whispered, reaching for the firearm for a third time and this time you let him take it.  

After ensuring that Fontaine number two was settled in, you closed his bedroom door and shuffled around the apartment, switching off all the lights and checking that the entrance and windows were locked.

You entered the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend and gently closed the door behind you. Fontaine was already in bed, pretending to be sleeping. 

“So, what? You gonna pretend like today ain’t happen?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest in annoyance. 

“Y/N,” Fontaine groaned, pulling a pillow over his head to drown out your voice.

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me, ‘Taine! We have to discuss this,” you walked over to your dresser and began to undress, pulling a drawer open to grab a set of pajamas. 

“I ain’t in the mood to talk about this shit, aight?” 

“Were you ever goin’ to tell me about all this wild shit that happened to you?”

He tightened his grip on the pillow, pressing it down even further over his head, ignoring you.

You tossed your clothes in the hamper and finished buttoning your pajama blouse before marching over to the bed, flipping back the covers, and snatching the pillow off his head.

“Fontaine!” 

“What?!” he fumed, sitting up as he glared at you wildly. 

“You can’t ignore this! Not this time. Why didn’t you tell me this happened to you?”

“What was a nigga supposed to say?! Hey baby by the way I was made in a fuckin’ tube,” he scoffed then shook his head.

“Wait, so you think me findin’ out about you bein’ a clone would make me love you any less?” you asked, your frustration dissipating as you noticed the petrified look in his deep brown eyes.

“You don’t get it…”

“Then explain it to me,” you urged.

“Nah. I’m goin’ to sleep,” he said, turning his back to you and settling under the covers. 

You weren't sure how much more of this you could take. You were used to Fontaine shutting down amid difficult conversations, which you understood to some degree, but it was becoming painfully obvious to you that he didn't trust you at all. Most likely, he never did. It's unfair to you because you've never given him a reason not to trust you.

What’s a relationship without trust?

You switched off the lamp on your bedside table, let out a deep breath, and slid beneath the covers. It took some time, but Fontaine's soft snores eventually lulled you to sleep.

[phemiec]

I’ve been playing Scarlet Hollow and HOLY CRAP it’s great go play it <3 so here’s fanart of my canon Scarlet.

My pc Sasha is a bit of a goofball, not the brightest at times, and a little too eager to involve herself in everyone’s business, but she’s very perceptive and empathetic, a good listener and great with people, so they generally allow it. (being barbie-doll levels of adorable also helps, obviously.)

She lives in a small apartment with her cat Truck in Memphis, and is studying psychology, as she wants to be a couples and family therapist. She has a massive romantic streak, loves to play matchmaker, and is fascinated by big, complex family structures and dynamics, because it was always just her and her mom, with the rest of her family a huge forbidden mystery. Because of this she jumped on the chance to get to know more about the Scarlets after her mom passed.

She gets along pretty well with everyone in the holler, but is very loyal to Tabitha as her last remaining family, and is attracted to/fascinated by Reese (tortured, mysterious artists are her absolute type) from the moment she meets him. 

More art under the cut for spoilers!!!!

She definitely is learning she’s a bit of a monsterlover thrill seeker over the course of the game so far lol

[phopollo]

Tell us about the other characters in Rusty and GB's photos!

TEEHEE IM SO GLSD YOU ASKED (this is going to be a long post)

Also just for anyone who's curious about the mentioned photos becsuse you may have missed the post, fear not, you can just check it out right here 👍

So!! Let's start with Rusty's photo! I think it's pretty clear thst we've got Rusty in the center there, little baby man style, just a little guy-- but of course, he's not the only one there-- so let's talk about Rusty's little parental polycule!

To his left is Momma!

A bit younger than she's appearing in the actual rest of the story, but there she is! Momma is pretty much the same as the musical version-- previous world champion racer, retired in her old age, etc etc

Above Rusty though, is Poppa! That's right, I say both Momma and Poppa rights for Rusty

Poppa is a steam engine switcher like Rusty. He ran a few races back in his younger days, but he never really won any-- and while he's about the age that he really probably should be retiring, he's still working hard!

And then to Rusty's right is Memphis!

Alternatively, the original Belle! I've decided to use just Memphis, since there 2024 Belle already, and I wasn't planning any connection between them, so making them Jr/Sr just didn't feel right. Memphis has a roughly similar story to her canon one as well! She's an old sleeping car who used to race with Momma, and was even her coach for many of Momma's years as champion!

It may not be as obvious because he calls her by name, but Memphis is absolutely also one of Rusty's parents! Unfortunately, they as a family got separated when Poppa and Memphis got assigned to another station/train yard when Rusty was younger-- it's been maybe a whole decade at this point. Rusty will always volunteer to bring something to the other station when they send requests for help though, just for the opportunity to see his other two parents

So then! Now let's talk about Greaseball's family photo!

In case it wasn't entirely clear, because I used the like.... draft version of her wig; on the left is Junior!

This one's our little baby girlball! She is not having a good time :(

On the right is Virtuoso!

Lowkey, kinda just made him up, because Greaseball strikes me as having really complicated family relationships. They're kind of age gap siblings, they never really had anything in common aside from their father's racing desires for them, and admittedly, in what turned out to be a golden child/black sheep situation, Virtuoso was very much the black sheep. He is very much what I'd consider as a "season 2" kind of character-- one mentioned a couple times or that you visually see the photo of some time during season 1 (shortly before the events of the musical through Rusty becoming the champion), but you wouldn't actually hear about or meet him until season 2

And then finally, in the middle, we've got Senior

Everyone say hello Greaseball Senior, who's inspiration came from the very first iteration of Greaseball. He sustained a pretty serious injury pretty early on in his racing career, leaving him unable to get up to speeds to keep up with those around him. And while he could still work, he wasn't satisfied with that-- as a result, he ended uo pushiny his dreams and aspirations of racing on his kids pretty hard

As I mentioned earlier, the family dynamic and relationships are kind of.... rocky, to put it politely. Virtuoso is completely out of the picture at this point, and I definitely wouldn't say Jr and Sr get along. Jr will go out of her way to avoid him, but Sr keeps going out of his way to track her down because of the vicarious glory of being her, the current reigning world champion's, dad. Admittedly, Jr's view of family and what family is supposed to be is a little messed up because of all of this

[green-planets]

StEx Appreciation Month Day 9: Belle Jr.!

💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤

Face Claim: Ashlyn Weekes

Favourite Song/Scenes: Unfortunately I don't know enough about her yet, but I do like that she leads I Am Me!

Favourite Costumes: Her costume is cute! I like her hair loopies and she ourple!!

Favourite Ships/Friendships: I don't ship her with anyone. BFFs with Tassita, friends with the rest of the coaches, and has a little sister/big brother kind of relationship with Rusty!!! 🥺

Headcanons: I personally call her Bonnette (Bonnie for short). Memphis Belle is her mom and Brandi is her older sister. She's also the youngest of the coaches!

Unpopular Opinion: Maybe not-so-unpopular but I hate that the name Belle has been recycled for a completely different character yet again

💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤

Bonus Round: Memphis Belle!

Face Claim: Shezwae Powell

Favourite Song/Scenes: I love her song but I prefer the Broadway rewrites, especially the lyric "Won't you catch this falling star..." I also love her participating in Girls Rolling Stock and her Starlight Express Intro duet with Poppa on the OLC album!

Favourite Costumes: Her Broadway costume is so pretty!!

Favourite Ships/Friendships: Momma x Belle, Poppa x Belle, or even Momma x Poppa x Belle. She's a mentor/mother figure to basically the whole yard. She's also friends with Brexit (don't ask why it just makes sense to me)

Headcanons: I hc'ed Brandi as her daughter before Belle Jr. came along so now she gets two! Her wheels are damaged so she has limited mobility. Rusty uses some of his winnings to help restore her post-canon

Unpopular Opinion: She and Momma could have been the first canon sapphic characters if the writers weren't cowards/lh/j

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[oatmilk-vampire]

Canon things I've learned about Eddie thanks to Flight of Icarus.

Spoilers under cut. 👇

He's not a virgin. He's had sex with at least three different girls, and had a girlfriend---Paige Warner. Hawkins High, class of '82.

He had a best friend named Ronnie (Veronica Ecker) since he was eight. She's always been taller than him and they have a Steve/Robin dynamic. She might be aro/ace, she stated she didn't think she'd ever have a crush on anybody when he kissed her at age thirteen.

Eddie is eighteen as of 1984.

The van is his father's, or was.

His dad, Alan, is the reason he got into selling.

His father is also the reason why no one in Hawkins likes him. They look at him as Junior, that he'll be a "fuckup" just like his father. Plus Hellfire Club adds on to the trouble of it all.

Eddie didn't fail high school the first time, he dropped out. He was being blackmailed by Principal Higgins that he would get Ronnie's full-ride NYU scholarship pulled.

He got into music because of his mother, Elizabeth Franklin, who was from Memphis and got sick and died when he was only six. Only then did he understand sad lyrics and why people would want to write and listen to songs like that.

He's always stood up for the little guy, even if it gets him hurt or in trouble.

Gareth and him have a Dustin/Steve dynamic.

He stood up for Will when bullies were calling him Zombie Boy. He invited him to join Hellfire Club when he gets to high school.

He doesn't feed himself, or so Wayne believes. When he was still living alone, Uncle Wayne dropped him off groceries every two weeks.

Eddie flirts with everybody. Woman or man. It's the Munson magic that he's learned from his father. Big smiles and winks and "big boy" comments. He does it when he's scared as a defense mechanism. It's how he intimidates.

He used to work as a barback at the Hideout.

He recorded a demo with Corroded Coffin and got offered an audition in Hollywood for a record deal--only for himself, not the band. Which he missed because of the mess his father got them involved in. Thats also why he started working with Reefer Rick.

There's probably way more but that's all I can think of at the moment.

[sillystringsimpsons]

Lazily finished doodle of critical levels of stupidity

[aliypop]

Way Down

Word Count: 1,046

Writers Note: Inspired by standing in the Smokehouse aka Gun Range at Graceland

Warning: Mentions of Guns.

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: It's boys' night with the Memphis Mafia... At least it was supposed to be

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Graceland June 1976

The Tennessee sun was beginning to set, and near Vernon's office was a crowd of beer-ridden rowdy roughens that Elvis called his friends. It was boys' night. It was what Elvis promised. No wives, no kids, and absolutely no cheating at aiming for the middle of the shooting chart. Coming from inside the house was Elaine. She and her brother were 15 now, but the guys still remembered the day the two were born. Jerry had noticed that her hair was nicely pressed, and she had on a little bit of makeup that Cecelia must have allowed. And Elvis must not have seen, 

"Hey Memphis, where you going?"

"On a date." She smiled, her smile just as crooked and charming as her father's,

"Do we know him?" Joe, Red, Lamar. And Billy, all asked as Elaine shook her head and laughed,

"No, you've never met her." Elaine smiled as Jerry and the boys were shocked at her response. She was wearing daisy dukes and a tied-up shirt, but for Jerry, the only thing he could say was,

 "At least she won't get pregnant..." They watched her sprint off towards a red 68 Mustang. The driver was a bit taller than Elaine. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles and was wearing a denim outfit,

"Is the infamous Memphis mob..." Estella asked,

"Yes, it is," Elaine said, "SEE YOU LATER UNCLE, JOE, RED, LAMAR, BILLY!" she shouted as Jerry cleared his throat. Elaine ran back to him. And she kissed his cheek, "Uncle Jerry, I'll be back at 9pm,"

"If you're not back..."

"My behind is wine."

"That's my Memphis." He ruffled up her hair. As soon as she left, here came trouble in a leather jacket and a The Doors shirt, "Hello Fella," Jessie smiled. His smile was soft like his mother's, but he had a stubborn cowlick like his, father, really he nearly had his father's face on his,  

 "Ah, yes, JVP, how are you feeling?"

"Pretty groovy cousin Billy." Jessie smiled. He'd been getting into a bit of trouble lately. Between his so-called friends and parties he'd been sneaking out to, leaning against the smokehouse, Jessie tried to take a whiff of Red's beer as he moved it.

 "Don't you have records to file, homework, a guitar to practice?"

"One, Carla is not in today, so automatically, the studio is boring. Two, it's summer..." 

"Carla, as in your mother's Intern?" Lamar asked.

"Yeah, she's, uh, very pretty." Jessie blushed, "Taking her to Beale Street tonight, actually..." He looked at his watch, "S-ShIt!! I mean shoot, I fuc-"

"HEY LANGUAGE!" Joe shouted as Jessie ran off, the mob shaking their heads. 

"Say, where's Elvis?"

"He's running a bit late from the studio," Cecelia said, stepping out in her bell bottoms and cropped tied shirt. She had a gun on her hips. She looked like Foxy Brown.

"Nope,"

"No, what... Lamar ..."

"No wives." Red joked,

"Well, this is my house. You're drinkin the beer I bought for you so."

"C... it's Boys night at the smokehouse..." Red said,

"Well, I'll stand in for Elvis," 

"Fine! But I bet you can't shoot that-"

BANG!

         BANG!

BANG!

"Shit..." Joe gasped, 

"How... Why..." Jerry asked,

"Who are you?" Lamar blinked,

"My glammy taught me to shoot, with help from my mother," She sighed, "Though I feel a little rusty..."Cecelia sighed, "Bill, could'ja hand me that riffle, please." She asked as he handed it to her, "You might wanna move back. It's got a kick to it..." She mumbled, leaning over to focus. She made sure her stance was strong. She aimed her gun and pulled the trigger and-

PLOW!

A few hours later, the boys had a clever idea to throw her a challenge.

"See, y'all started without me," Elvis said as he took his sunglasses off, 

"Cece's been shootin every gun we can find!" Red said as Elvis chuckled,

"Sounds right," Elvis smiled as she wrapped her arms around his fuller frame, "I guess I'll let you have your guys' night now." She smiled as Elvis kissed her forehead,

"What, no, Cece, You're practically one of the boys!" Joe whined as Elvis laughed, 

"Stay, have a beer, talk shit with us!" Billy smiled,

"I don't know, you did save no Wives and..." Holding up her ring finger with the updated wedding ring, which had the diamond from his TCB ring. 

"I'm a wife, so..."

"E, please make her stay!" Lamar said,

"Red, Jerry?" Elvis asked,

"Fine, she can stay, but can you fix a tire?" Elvis laughed at Red's question,

"Meet me in the garage, I'll fix your car." Cecelia winked, 

"Who taught you to do that?" Jerry asked,

"My Glammy... Her brother was a mechanic." She shrugged,

As the night continued with the boys and Cecelia shooting and carrying on, they ended up in the garage talking, "Shit, Red! How the hell are you even alive!" She asked as Elvis and Jerry were looking at his spark plugs.

"Gee, I don't know." 

"We see..." Jerry laughed,

"Tell us how bad. Is it!" Lamar asked,

"About as bad as chicken shit." She hiccuped a little. She may have drank some of Elvis's beer to taste it, 

"Can you fix it?" Joe asked,

"Shooot does a rooster crow in the mornin!" Elvis handed her the needle nose pillars, and she changed them out,

"This is like if Dusty in Viva Las Vegas knew cars." Billy laughed,

"Dusty was beautiful, of course. She was Ann Marget." Cecelia said as Jerry laughed, 

"Sounds a little jealous."

"Me, nah, why, if I was a man, I'd scoop her up." Cecelia smirked at Elvis, and the boys laughed, "She's a smokin' hot babe."

"I see where Elaine gets it from." Jerry chuckled,

"Hiya, everyone!" Elaine smiled, stopping by, "Hi, daddy." Elvis leaned down so she could kiss his cheek, 

"Did you have a nice date?" He asked,

"I did," She giggled,

"Not too much touchin?"

"Daddy!" She laughed,

"Hey, I don't want you gettin no ideas, little biscuit." He laughed, "You go on up. And get ready for bed, okay." Elvis smiled as Elaine nodded,

"Night, everyone!"

"So... can I help?" Jessie said his face covered in lipstick kisses, 

"And that's my que to leave." Cecelia chuckled.

[user-r4t]

'nother one with this ｆｒｅａｋ

[kingeyeam]

[starburst2000]

The fandom spoke! Here she is! Butch Lesbian Greaseball, or as I call her... Graceland!!! (GB is canonically an Elvis expy, and Graceland is the name of Elvis's villa in Memphis)

The codpiece has been replaced with shorts, and instead of the headband + pompadour/mullet combo, she has an hankie + rockabilly hairstyle combo.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf Reimagined-The Wedding 💗💒❤️‍🔥

Ooh, so this one is a juicy request from a lovely Sugar Mama with the idea of what might have happened if Reader remembered that she and Elvis had sex at Graceland in March of 1957 and revealed it to Elvis on her wedding day. 🫠 Think of it as an AU "What if..." type experience!

A couple of notes: This will be a two-parter (cliffhanger alert!!). It is obviously canon-divergent since it didn't happen in the original Pink Scarf but the characters are all the same and the events prior to Jack and Reader's wedding on December 28th, 1957 are the same. Re-reading 18.1 and the first part of 18.2 in the original might help refresh your memory if it's been awhile since you read PS! In light of those flashbacks, I decided to remain in Elvis' POV for this part. 

I hope you enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think!! 💗🧣💕

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(I've been having such trouble posting on here recently that I'm trying out redirecting you to where it's already posted...please let me know if you have any issues viewing it!!💖)

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