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thatbanditqueen · 1 year ago

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Bless Your Heart

An Elvis-o-Ween One Shot

A response to the month-long writing prompt for Halloween/Fall

Summary: It's 1957, and Jan's dreams come true when she gets invited up from the gate to join Elvis' parties at Graceland. But not all that glitters is gold, and this new social circle may have a few angels and demons among them.

Warnings: No real smut, suggestions of sex, but there is a teensy bit of scary gore at the end.... so no minors and be forewarned. This was a new experience for me, I easily could have written about Elvis romancing ghost girlies all month, but I wanted to challenge myself. Not sure if it worked but... here goes nothing.

You can check out last week's Elvis-o-ween here:

Little Blue Toes

WC: 6.8 K

6:05 p.m. Thursday, September 19, 1957

Graceland, Memphis TN

The evening sun was slowly turning red when Jan hopped off the bus, and it burned orange circles into the back of her eyelids. She shook them away, distractedly nodding at the driver as she turned her attention to the crowd down the block. The rolling hills of Whitehaven were still a deep green in the fall, but Jan hardly noticed and clutched her purse as she got closer to the gate. She tried not to be too obvious as she craned her head to see Graceland from the back of the crowd. It looked smaller than she had expected, a grey matchbox on a hill in the dusky twilight. Jan told herself that she would have to come back on the weekend, now that she knew how easy it was to get here. Now that she knew, after reading that article in the newspaper, that his fans regularly gathered in front of the house. She could plan her trip out better than she had today. After reading the newspaper at lunch, she had impulsively jumped on the bus to Whitehaven after work. Feeling a pebble in her shoe, she was gracefully trying to hop on one foot and shake it out when two shadows loomed over her.

“See, told you it wasn’t Susie. She’s too dressed up.”

Jan squinted up at the girls in front of her.

“No, uh, not Susie.” She straightened her skirt and hesitantly stuck her hand out, grateful for the excuse to talk to someone. “Jan.”

“Heidi.” The blonde announced and tilted to the shorter brunette next to her. “And Arlene.”

“Y’all regulars?”

“Oh yeah, we come here all the time.” Arlene gushed. “We’re just waiting for him to finish breakfast and give Travis the signal.”

Jan looked through the white wrought iron gate up at house.

“What do you mean, wake up and give Travis the signal?”

“Oh, well, he sleeps through the day. Has breakfast round 4 or 5. Sometimes he’ll come sign autographs at the gate, but -” Arlene leaned in toward Jan and her eyes twinkled. “Uh, well, when he’s in town he likes us to be here in case he wants to have some people up for a party. He has parties most nights. We’re kind of in his gang - OW.” Arlene grabbed her rib cage and hit Heidi back. “Hey, what gives?”

“You shouldn’t be bragging, Arlene, cuz we can't bring her with us and now she’ll feel left out.”

Jan smiled politely, and tugged at the pearl button on her white, linen gloves. “It’s ok - I gotta catch the last bus back home anyway.”

Jan wanted to ask the girls what Elvis was really like in-person. Before she could, though, a loud gasp filled the air and she was pushed into them as the crowd jostled closer to the gates. A tall dark figure strode down the drive dressed all in white. White dress shirt, white sport’s coat, white pants. He looked like an angel. Jan was absolutely mesmerizing and dropped her purse watching his hair flop up and down with each bounce of his white loafers. The kids around her shouted out “Hey Elvis” and cheered, but she couldn’t say a thing. She could barely breathe as her tummy flip flopped watching his mouth form into a crooked grin. She vaguely heard the other girls chatting next to her.

“I wonder if Anita Wood is up there?”

“Nah, she’s down in New Orleans at a beauty pageant, he told me last night.”

“You’re so lucky you don’t have a mom who treats you like a child, Arlene. What I wouldn’t give to stay until 2 or 3.”

The gates opened, and Jan ended up right behind Arlene and Heidi in the semi-circle around Elvis. No one pushed or prodded to tried to sneak past the guard house. It was all very civilized, and a jovial atmosphere percolated between the open gates as Elvis went from person to person, signing memorabilia and teasing the folks he met. When he made it to Arlene, Jan watched in awe as he drew her to him and pecked her sweetly on the ear, asking if she brought him his favorite cigars like she said she would. Jan would give anything to be in his gang. She would bring him all the cigars and if it meant he would hug her and kiss her and tease her too. But when his blue eyes flitted over to her, she found that her mouth had gone completely dry and she couldn’t say a word.

“Who’s ya friend with the big brown eyes?”

“Oh, that’s Jan. It’s her first time here.”

Elvis’ smirk deepened. “Cat got ya tongue?” He winked, kissing the top of Jan’s glove. “S’ok, honey. I don’t bite.” Then his teeth grazed over her knuckle. “Much.”

Jan felt the air hitch in her throat at the way he looked at her from under his eyelids. She no longer needed her hand. He could have it. He could have anything he wanted.

Elvis chuckled. “Why, you’re as shy as a mouse. Got anything for me to sign, lil mousy?”

Jan stuttered and fumbled about in her purse for something, handing Elvis the first thing she found. Her sweaty, monogrammed handkerchief.

“I didn’t know I was coming today.” She whispered slowly, and her voice trailed off as she watched Elvis wipe his forehead with her hankie and pocket it with a wink.

“S’ok, lil gal, bring something tomorrow.” Then he whispered into Arlene’s ear and moved on through the crowd.

Arlene snaked her hand through Jan’s arm and led her toward the house. “Elvis wants you to come up to the party with us.”

Jan squeezed Arlene with a giggle, smoothing her hand over her skirt as they walked. The house got bigger and bigger as they strode up the drive and Jan realized that the round curve of the hill created an optical illusion that made it look small from the road. But now she found herself in front of a grand, Neo-colonial mansion. Large, white columns flanked the front of the house, and two white marble lions stood guard at the entrance way. It was like standing in front of a magical castle. Jan felt that she ought to be wearing a silk, red evening gown instead of her belted navy shirt dress.

They did not enter the front door. Instead, Arlene led Jan around the front of the house towards the sound of music playing and people laughing on a patio surrounding a large, shimmering pool. There was a gay crowd of young people drinking pop and mingling around. Heidi adopted a hushed, intimate tone as she pointed out the others in the gang.

“That’s Lamar, he’s always eager to please Elvis and does anything he asks - and so is Alan - the shorter stout one. That skinny little creep is Gene, and that’s Mack, he usually drives us home. The guy next to him is Richard and that’s Frances, our friend, I’m not sure how she already got up here - “

“- is she going with Elvis?”

Arlene chimed in. “Well, he’s seeing a few girls. There’s a singer, Anita, who he steps out with pretty regularly. But me, Heidi and Frances, we’re just his friends. EP is a very physical person. Likes to love on all the gals. That’s just the warm, sweet kinda guy he is. Sometimes he’ll pull me on his lap, and give me a little kiss.”

“Lucky girl.” Jan murmured.

“Mmm.” Arlene answered. “I’d rather be friends with him than date him.”

“Really? Why’s that? Don’t you find him attractive?”

“Of course, Elvis is the most!” Heidi looked at Jan as if she had questioned the existence of gravity. “But, well, once he goes all the way with a gal, he almost never wants to see her again. His dates come and go. But his friends, well, we’re forever.” Heidi exchanged a knowing glance with Arlene.

“Like Susie.”

Heidi clicked her tongue. “Pretty sure Anita’s got her knees sewn shut til she gets a wedding ring.”

“Well, I keep my knees shut too.” Arlene interjected. “I don’t even know why any girl would want to go to bed with Elvis when they can kiss him as much as they want. There couldn’t be anything better than kissing Elvis.”

Jan raised her eye brow, thinking of a hundred other things that she could imagine doing with Elvis. But she kept them to herself and smiled, hanging back to straighten the lines on her hose as the girls joined the party. She had just finished putting the right leg in place when she looked between her legs to find Elvis watching her. His cheeks flushed, and he bite his lip before walking over. All Jan could do was sigh as he grabbed her by the waist and introducing her to everyone around the pool. His guests, his housekeeper, Alberta, and then his mother who was just about to go inside. Mrs. Presley hugged Jan tightly and thanked her for coming to visit them, adding in a high, chipper voice.

“I’m so glad my baby is making friends like you, I can tell you have a kind heart, Janice. I really can.”

“Nice of you to say, Mrs. Presley ma’am. I like to think I have kind heart.”

“What’s this about a sweet lil ol’ heart?”

The two women turned to find a petite blonde in the doorway behind them.

“Oh Anita.” Mrs. Presley took the blonde’s hand. “I was just saying to Jan here, how glad I am to know her. She is a good, sweet girl. I’m so glad you get to meet her, I thought you were out of town. Can I get you some food.”

The blonde smiled and licked her teeth, her blue eyes looked Jan over with a cool smile. “Thank you ever so, Mrs. Presley, but I just ate and I’m fit to bust if I swallow another morsel.”

Mrs. Presley smiled. “Well, I just know you two will be thick as thieves. Be good little babies.” She hugged them together tightly once more before saying good night.

Jan could not stop herself from staring at Anita. Her platinum blonde hair shone in the silver light and her short, busty figure filled out a tight, pink wiggle dress. Her creamy white skin was so radiant Jan would have sworn it was glowing and the contrast made her luscious red lips stand out all the more. Some of Anita’s red lipstick had smudged around her mouth and on her front teeth, and Jan pointed to her own mouth to mime helpfully.

“Why, bless ya heart, you really are the sweetest thang looking out for me. And you’re so pretty too. I could just eat ya up!” Anita squealed as she pulled out a compact and fixed her lipstick. “I cain’t tell you how many other girls would just let me walk around looking like a fool all night.”

“They’re probably jealous, I, uh, heard you’re Elvis’ girlfriend.”

Anita pursed her lips in a tight smile. “Sometimes I think everyone knows that ’cept him. Excuse me.”

Jan walked back over to where Arlene and some of the other girls were huddled around a bucket of pop watching Anita stomp over to where Elvis stood with his arm around a cute redhead while Lamar told stories about the drive home from LA.

Arlene handed Jan a Dr. Pepper. “I see you met Anita, I could have sworn she was supposed to be at a beauty pageant in New Orleans.”

“Look, I think she’s had her nose done.” Heidi gasped. “Or, well, something is different - she looks prettier than the last time I saw her. I wonder if there even was a beauty pageant. Maybe her plastic surgeon is in New Orleans.”

Jan looked at Heidi as she spoke. “You don’t like her very much, huh?”

“She’s too possessive, and she tries to chase us off. You should have seen her trying to convince Arlene that she should go back to Chicago.” Heidi kicked the pavement with her saddle shoe. “Too bad for her, Elvis wants us here. And I plan to hang around as long as I can.”

Just then, the record changed on the jukebox and The Five Satins song. “In the Still of the Night” began to play. Jan looked over and blushed when Elvis caught her eye staring at him. Yes, I plan to stick around as long as I can too, she thought to herself, looking down at her feet. The mischievous way Elvis raised his eyebrows at her made her feel funny and she couldn’t handle looking at him for too long without grinning like a mad woman.

The night went on and Jan’s whole body tingled from the heady mix of music, moonlight and raw, unadulterated exposure to Elvis under the stars at Graceland. Sitting out in the cool night air, caught between the twinkling night sky and the glimmering pool, Jan felt as though she had finally arrived. The evening had turned out to be more magical than she could ever have imagined. She hated to pull herself away, but she gave in at midnight and went to call a cab.

The kitchen was dim this late at night, illuminated only by the soft lights above the stove, and Jan finally found a phone book in a drawer under the cupboards. She was leaning against the counter, flipping through the pages when two hands startled her working their way around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder to find a dark mop of hair grazing her cheek. Then Elvis’ breath was warm on her ear.

“Looks like I caught a lil mousy.” He slowly turned her around to face him, grinning at the way she blushed. Then his eyes fell on the phone book and his lips turned into a frown. “Ain’t going, are ya lil gal? Why, it’s still early. Ain’t had the chance to learn all ya secrets yet.” He winked as he said this, and it made Jan’s heart melt.

She would have told him anything he asked. If she could talk, that is. It was difficult for to do that when she looked into Elvis’ earnest wide-eyed stare. She could hear the party out on the patio, there must have been over thirty people here who wanted to be near him. However, to look at his pouting lips and feel the needy caress of his thumb at her waist made Jan feel as though she was the only person in the world and she was letting him down by deserting him.

“I, um, I have to be at work at 7:30 tomorra.” She stuttered, staring at the floor just to be able to get the words out. “It’s time for me to turn into a pumpkin, I guess.”

Elvis rubbed her cheek. “Aw heck, I guess that’s s’ok. I’ll get Mack to drive you home.” He paused, eyelashes fluttering down for a moment. “But, uh, you can’t leave before telling me a few of your secrets.”

“Like what?”

“Like, say, how old are you anyway, huh, lil mouse?” His thumb now rolled over her belt buckle, rubbing her stomach back and forth along the edge.

Jane’s face turned a bright, beet red as she stuttered out her response. “Um, I’m 18.”

“In school?”

She shook her head. “Just finished. I - I’m at Goldsmiths, in the steno pool.”

“Hate to think of these poor lil fingees, banging away all day.” Elvis took her hand, examining her fingers. “Didn’t even know a department store needed a steno pool.

“Um, well, uh - we’re in the business offices on the 18th floor. Most people, they, uh, they never see us.”

“That’s the only floor I wanna see, from now on. ‘specially if all the lil gals up there are as cute as you.” Elvis’ ran his hand through his hair, smirking at the way Jan blushed even harder. Their eyes were locked for a moment, and his forehead dropped on to hers as he murmured in a boyish voice.

“Sorry I didn't get to sign nothing for you, like ya wanted. Come back tomorrow?”

Jan nodded. Elvis kissed her on the cheek and put her into Mack’s car, leaving her with a mouth stuck open in giddy disbelief the whole ride home. She pinched herself at least ten times to make sure she was really awake. That she had really been to Graceland and met Elvis Presley. Then she fell asleep thinking of a pair of playful blue eyes glistening above her.

It was not long before Jan became a permanent fixture at Graceland. She would go home from work, change into a cocktail dress and take the bus to the Winchester Road stop. Every time Travis or Vester let her through the gates she would shiver with anticipation for whatever the night would bring. It was more than just getting to be in the sunshine of Elvis’ affection, though that alone was something she lived for. No, spending the evening at Graceland also meant trips to the skating rink, nights at the fairgrounds, bonfires, music, swimming or fireworks. It was like a never ending summer camp or a holiday resort, like the ones her cousins in New York told her about. And Jan never wanted to check out of this one.

During her days Jan would carry a little notebook around and write down clever things to say to Elvis that she thought would make him laugh, practicing them at her desk while she typed. She often was too shy to actually make these jokes. But she felt more confident just having them ready when she went over. It was usually past midnight when she got home, but Jan just doubled her coffee, determined never to miss an evening at Graceland.

That is, until a big storm hit Memphis the following Saturday.

Jan considered taking a cab over, and called a few of the others to see what they were doing, but she couldn’t get through. The switch board operator told her the storm had knocked down several phone lines through town. Resigned to a night in, she had just made a kettle of hot tea and settled into watch Lawrence Welk when the phone rang and Frances told her Elvis was asking where she was.

The rain poured down on Jan’s cab all the way to Whitehaven. As usual, the curtains were all drawn for the family’s privacy, but tonight it made Graceland look more ominous and the exterior lights cast eerie shadows on a building with no visible life to the outside world. Buckets of rain poured over Jan as she ran from the car to the door, and she stopped at the mirror in the entrance way to try and fix her face. She hated driving in the rain, even as a passenger, she was on edge the whole time and unable to relax until she got to her destination. It made her feel a bit off tonight, and then she felt silly for feeling off. Why, she could hear someone playing a Dean Martin song on the piano, the house was filled with enough music and laughter to block out the sound of the storm, and there she was, feeling like a stick in the mud. She shouldn’t have come.

Jan was distracted from her thoughts of regret when she noticed that someone had put their cigarette out on the floor, staining the beautiful white carpet that lined the entry way. She had just bent down to pick it up when she heard Elvis’ voice, and looked up to see him leaning in the entryway with a few members of the gang.

“Silly lil mousy, scared of a few rain drops. Havta start calling you fraidy mouse.” He leaned his head back and the others joined in with his laughter. “Stead a fraidy cat, fraidy mouse.”

Jan’s eye twitched, and she looked into the mirror. She looked like a wet rat, not a mouse, and she felt like a silly child. She didn’t want to be here anymore.

“You’re not being fair, Elvis, have you even been outside today? I don’t have a car. And it’s a hurricane out there. If you thought about anyone other than yourself you’d know it wasn’t easy coming here.”

Elvis eyes widened and he jumped back as if Jan had slapped his face. “Not fair, huh? Don’t think of others, huh? I cain’t believe my goddamn ears. That’s all I do. You know all you have to do is call and I’d come get you.” His shoulders were back and his hands were at his hips as he roared to the ceiling. “Ain’t fair. aint’ fair. Well if you feel like that you should jus go on back home. No one wants you here anyhow.”

Jan could feel the tears welling up, and she ran past the staircase, through the kitchen and down to the basement so no one would see her cry. She had never seen Elvis loose his temper before. He could be cocky, teasing, oblivious, but now she knew what it was to feel the pummel of his brief, yet intense, bout of rage. Jan slammed her fists down on her knees, mad at herself for loosing her composure. She had immediately regretted what she said, and now she was sure that she had screwed everything up. Elvis would never let her come back. And the thought of loosing her membership in his special, secret club that she had only just began to experience brought forth another round of deep sobs.

Eventually, once she could breathe evenly without blubbering she found her compact and took a look and then promptly put it away. Her makeup was beyond repair. So instead, she began to think about how she could possibly leave without anyone noticing. Then she heard the floor squeak across the hall, and wandering toward the TV room to take a look. She stood in the doorway and looked around.

“Hello? Someone here?”

“Boo!” Elvis jumped out from the projection closet and grabbed Jan, eliciting a high scream that ricocheted through the rooms.

Elvis grinned and licked his thumb to clean off her runny makeup. “See, I was right. You really are a jumpy little fraidy mouse tonight. A pretty, silly, cute and wet lil baby mousy. Come on upstairs, honey, and let’s fix your face.”

Jan let herself slump into Elvis chest as he walked her up to his bathroom and sat her on the counter. Somehow Elvis had a drawer full of makeup, and she gave herself to him completely as he dried her hair and did her eye shadow.

“I’m sorry, Elvis. Bout earlier. I don’t know why I said that, you’re one of the most thoughtful people. It’s just. I’m just.” She sighed. “Driving in the rain and storms always scares me.”

“Aw, honey.” He rubbed her cheek, then puckered out his lips as a cue for her to do the same. “S’ok. Cain’t bare to stay sore at you. You know I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen to you, baby. Next time, you call me and I’ll come get ya. You’ll always be safe by my side.”

Jan nodded as Elvis drew her to him, holding her tight as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. He began to get a goofy look on his face, as if he might kiss her on the mouth, when Mack knocked on the door and pulled Elvis aside.

“EP, George just called about a story in the evening paper. I gotta tell you, right away.”

Elvis nodded at Jan to go back downstairs, where she found the other guests exchanging hushed whispers and nervous glances. Walking through the various rooms, she finally found Arlene, Frances and a few of the other girls with Gladys on the back patio listening to the rain thump against the green metal awning.

“Oh Jan, we had to get some fresh air. It’s just too awful for words.”

“What is it Mrs. Presley? What’s happened?”

Heidi took her hand and pulled her into the corner.

“It’s Susie, the police found her body in the woods off the Nashville Road.”

Jan’s brow crinkled. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I never met her, but - but, ugh, how horrible. What happened?”

“They think she was attacked by animal.” Heidi leaned in closer to whisper in Jan’s ear. “Her heart was torn clean out of her chest. Mrs. Presley is very upset, she was over here all the time.” Heidi squeezed Jan’s hand. Tight. “She was one of us.”

The rest of the night was a blur. Elvis asked most of the guests to clear out before gathering the gang in his bedroom, where he cried openly and asked Alberta to bring them a coconut cake. Then they sat around eating on the bed, sharing their favorite memories of Susie. Heidi left at midnight, and at three Jan looked over at Arlene and Frances and asked if they shouldn’t go to. Elvis’ soulful eyes looked over from where he was slumped across his bed.

“Aw, don’t leave me babies. I can’t bear to be alone.”

Frances. “What, a slumber party with all of us in your bed tonight? What will people think?”

“Fuck ‘em. Nah, people know y’all are good lil virgins, so who cares what they think.” Elvis’ eyebrows went up for a split second when Jan looked away at the word virgin. But if he thought anything of it, he kept it to himself.

The girls went into the bathroom to change in to some of Elvis’ pajamas shirts and get ready for bed. Jan cautiously asked if the others had ever slept over before.

“Oh yeah. A few times.” Arlene handed Jan her comb. “It’s all very innocent. You know Elvis, he hates to be alone. ”

Frances nodded, chiming in. “Yeah, hanky panky is the last thing on his mind. He’s proud that we’re good girls. And when he finds out someone isn’t -”

“Gosh I feel so bad.” Arlene looked at her self despondently as she finished rolling her hair. “I thought that was why Susie wasn’t coming back. I thought she had seduced him in a weak moment, and then he couldn’t bear to have her around anymore knowing she was fast. Boy oh boy, I guess I was wrong.”

“You didn’t know, who would have thought she was dead? Honestly, your theory was the most logical explanation.” Frances rubbed Arlene’s shoulder as they consoled each other.

Jan smiled sympathetically, feeling very awkward because she wanted to share their grief but couldn’t, not really. She looked out into the bedroom at where Elvis lay in the center of his large mattress, staring off into space and wondered if he really banished girls after he slept with them. It seemed an anathema to everything she had learned over the last week about how kind and warm and instantly familiar and sweet he was with women.

Once they were ready for bed, the girls climbed in next to and Elvis he grinned a big crooked grin when Jan scuttled over to claim his right arm. The four of them cuddled in together, talking about Susie, and then musing about the things they wanted to do before they died. Arlene wanted to see the pyramids, Frances wanted to own a horse and Elvis said he wanted to go on a safari in Africa. When it was Jan’s turn, she murmured that this was her dream, to have friends who loved and embraced her so openly. And then she hid her face in Elvis’ chest, blushing as the others cooed over her.

The rain continued, and eventually the conversation moved on to happier topics, such as what people probably eat for dinner in heaven. Spaghetti and meatballs, if Arlene was to be believed. Every so often, Elvis would lean into and start kissing the side of Arlene or Jan’s forehead absentmindedly. Then Frances would claim she was left out and Elvis would make a big production of kissing them all. And then there would be another round of giggles and tickles and little kicks under the covers.

Jan wasn’t quite sure what time she fell asleep, but when she woke up she was nestled into Elvis armpit and the others were gone. Thick black curtains covered the windows and made it impossible to know what time of day it was from the sunlight, at least. Jan hoped it was Sunday morning but she suspected it may already be the afternoon. Pushing her cares aside, she leaned further into Elvis warm body and moving her hand over the cool silk of his white monogrammed pajamas, trying memorize exactly how this felt so she could play it back in her mind’s eye when ever she wanted

“Uh oh, looks like there’s a lil mouse in ma bed.”

Jan felt Elvis’ lips on her forehead, and turned to see his eyes dancing under half open lids. She let out a little snort as she pulled herself closer to him, savoring the cozy cocoon of sheets, blankets and Elvis that enveloped her.

“I wonder where the others are.”

“Probably downstairs stuffing their gob, if I know Arlene.”

Jan swatted Elvis playfully, and he chuckled, stretching his arm out around her with a yawn. She sat up to read the clock on the mantle, and thought of all the little things she had told herself she would do before work tomorrow. Elvis grabbed her pulled her back into his chest.

“Ughhhh, it’s almost 2 in the afternoon.”

“Huh, so, why hurry at this point?” He grinned and caressed her stomach, leaning on his side to hover over her.

“I’m glad ya here, lil gal. Glad we can comfort each other during hard times. An I’m glad you been coming over, you one of my sweet lil girls now, Jan." He kissed her cheek, his lip spouting. "Now, you gotta promise you won't go on no dates when I’m outta town, it would break my heart.”

Jan nodded up, her mouth hanging open. “No, you can trust me Elvis. I won’t see anyone else.”

A lock of his black hair dangled over his forehead, and Jan flinched when Elvis’ hand moved over the low curve of her belly.

“Honey, you know you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about with me, though. I would never hurt you, or do anything wrong to you.”

Jan nodded. “I know - I just - I guess I’m just not used to being around men like this very often. But I like it. I like being around you.”

“Huh, well, that’s good. I don’t want you spending time with anyone else, lil mouse. You know I meant it when I say I’m glad all you girls are good lil virgins. You know I’m not like most guys, I respect you.” His fingers smoothed over the hair above her widow’s peak. “So you ain’t gotta worry bout that.”

Jan broke their eye contact and looked up at the dark blue ceiling.

“What - what is it, honey? Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed talking bout, should be proud that you’re a good girl.”

“I’m - I.” Jan hesitated and met Elvis eyes as she rolled over the pillow and looked into the mirror, watching his face as he nuzzled his chin into her from behind. He ran his fingers over her matching navy blue pajama shirt.

“What’s the word, lil mouse? You know you can tell me anything?”

Jan rolled back into him, murmuring into the white lining above his collar.

“I’m just afraid you won’t want me around anymore. You - the gang - spending time here. It’s the best part of my day. But I don’t want to lie to you, Elvis.” Her voice got even lower and she trembled. “I’m not a virgin.”

Elvis tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Ya not?”

Jan slowly shook her head. “But - but I’m not here to try to seduce with you.”

He let out a loud cackle.

“No? Don’t find me attractive, huh?”

“No, I do. It’s just that I know - I ‘ve heard. That is, they say once a girl goes all the way with you, she’s not allowed to come back.”

Elvis’ brows furrowed and Jan wasn’t sure if he was hurt or about to laugh again until chuckle rang out. “What? That’s the stupidest goddamn thing I eva heard. How would any of those lil hens know, anyway?”

“I - I - I don’t know, I never asked.” Jan’s voice trailed off as Elvis chuckled into her cheek as he kissed her.

“Well, don’ worry baby, I ain’t trying to take advantage of ya, virgin or not.” His hands roved over her sides as he looked deep into her eyes. “Man oh man, mousy gal, look so sweet and innocent though, never would ‘ave guessed.”

Jan felt a tingly warmth start to coil in her belly and she gasped as Elvis rolled his nose over hers. He moved closer, his hand roving under her pajama shirt and trailing under her bare breast.

“Thanks for not taking advantage of me, either way.” Jan muttered, slightly distracted by the nips at her ear and the succession of slow and firm kisses that followed on her neck.

“Naw, honey. Wouldn’t dream a it. Furthest thing from my mind.”

Jan didn’t know what would happen the next she arrived at the Graceland gate house, she half expected Uncle Vester to turn her away. But he waved her through, and she chided herself for being silly. Elvis was so kind and warm, she could never imagine him banishing her after what they had shared. He had been so sweet, so kind, so gentle. He had conjured a pleasure from deep within her that she had never experience before, and she felt as if she had only truly been with a man for the first time when she was with him. Still, as Jan walked up the hill to the house she vowed to resist the urge to experience that pleasure again. She didn’t want to loose her friendships with the other girls. And so, as she stepped in the door and removed her coat and gloves, she swore to herself she would never go all the way with Elvis Presley. Again.

Solemn oaths, however, are so very difficult to keep. And Jan found herself changing her mind the minute Elvis whispered in her ear to sneak up stairs and wait for him in his bed room when Mack went to drive the other members of the gang home. Heidi, Frances and Arlene said nothing, but Jan could tell they knew something was up. They must, have, she reasoned. Especially once Elvis started picking her up and dropping her off himself. Sometimes he would take her home alone, but when he picked her up most evenings he would park and honk outside her ladies boarding house with some of the other guys and ask if they had any available rooms for Lamar. Jan caught Arlene staring at her out of the corner of her eye all the next week, and then Heidi trapped her on the landing that Friday.

“Just be careful. ‘Member: keep your knees closed, that’s the only way to make it last now that you’re one of his girls.”

Jan’s brow furrowed “But we’re all his girls.”

“You know what I mean, Jan. Anita is coming back from New York in a few days, I hope you know what you are doing.”

Jan swallowed hard as she watched Heidi descend down the staircase. Had she just been a bed warmer during Anita’s absence? Was there a way to go back to how it had been at first, when the most she did in bed with Elvis was have pillow fights and tickling kisses? But then when he squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb along the side of her palm she was powerless to stop herself from answering his silent call and going to wait for him in his bedroom.

It was Sunday, Elvis was going back on tour the next day. It was her last night with him and Jan ran out of her apartment the second she saw the winged tips on the back of Elvis’ white Eldorado outside her window. She slid down the banister and jumped off the end, soliciting a humpf and a stern glance from the boarding house matron at the front desk. Jan giggled. She couldn’t help it. But her gait slowed when she noticed the single blonde bob in the driver’s seat.

“Why hey there, Miss Janice, how are you?”

Jan frowned and leaned into the car. “Looking for me Anita?”

The blonde’s a tight fake smile grew across her face. Jan couldn’t help but notice that she had bags under her eyes and the rosy color that had animated her creamy pink skin when they first met had faded. Anita no longer had that radiant glow, she looked sickly and pale. This didn’t seem to dampen her energy, and she giggled and patted the seat beside her.

“Come on, honey, thought we could go for a lil ol drive, have a lil ol talk.” She winked. “You know, girl to girl.” Jan sighed and rubbed her neck, looking around as she considered what she should do. What was the worst that could happen? Anita might yell at her, she might start a scene with Elvis later. Maybe Jan could stop her from doing that, could talk some sense into her or even convince her she was wrong. So Jan took a deep breath and got into the car.

“How was New York?”

They made small talk as Anita guided her car around the block and drove further from the lights of downtown Memphis into the dark, black night. “In the Still of The Night” came on the radio as the Eldorado made its way through the outskirts of Memphis. After a while, Jan stopped trying to come up with things to say, and awkwardly started to suggest maybe they should get back, unless there was something specific Anita wanted to discuss. Anita turned again to smile, and pulled the car on to the side of the road. She shut off the engine and Jan suddenly felt a tremor of fear rise up her spine. An owl hooted out in the woods, off beyond the shoulder. Other than that, there was no one around.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, Anita. I thought we were friends.”

Anita shifted in her seat to look at her directly, and Jan could swear she saw a flash of yellowish green in Anita’s eyes.

“Why you must think I was born yesterday, to be friends with a lil tramp that goes doing the hanky panky with my man.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jan whispered, her voice stilted and unsure as she blinked at the ground. She shivered when Anita scooted closer along the front seat and leaned into Jan’s face, sniffing her cheek.

“Heavens to betsy, honey. I can still smell him on you.”

Jan began to mutter that was not even possible, but her voice trailed off and she swallowed hard in disbelief as she watched Anita’s mouth grow wider and wider and her teeth extend into a row of sharp daggers. Jan tried and failed to find the door handle, so instead, she opted to crawl out through the open window. Somehow Anita ran around the front of the car lightening fast and managed to tackled Jan to the ground before she could run. Her small body had the strength of ten men as she held Jan down by her shoulders on the cold dirt that lined the dark road.

“Please, please, I’ll stop, I promise. Cross my heart.”

Anita smiled down at Jan and her yellow eyes burned bright in the black night.

“Bless your heart, that’s just what I’m after too.”

Then, with a flash of her smile, Anita ripped through Jan’s chest with her teeth and devoured her still-beating heart in one gulp, savoring the way it throbbed down her throat. Jan’s screams echoed through the forest and down the Nashville road, but there was no human around for miles and miles to hear them.

Heidi, Arlene and the others looked for Jan at the gate over the following days and weeks. Once or twice, they thought they saw her walking down the street from the bus stop, but they were wrong.

“She must have slept with him.” Arlene explained, smoothing her skirt as they walked around the pool.

“I warned her, I said, once girls go all the way with him, they never come back.” Heidi tutted, looking across the patio and nodding her head at Anita. “Gosh, she looks even prettier than the last time. Must have had more work down when she was ‘at that job in New York.’”

“Oh fooey, to hell with Anita Wood.”

OK, but seriously, look at these photos from before and after she started dating Elvis. You cannot tell me Anita wasn't gobbling up the hearts of innocent gate girls when Elvis wasn't looking!

Happy Elvis-o-Ween.......

I am working on at least one more or two more Elvis-o-ween fics so let me know if you want to be tagged. For now just tagging randomly. So also feel free to tell me to fuck off.

taglist:

@whositmcwhatsit @arrolyn1114 @be-my-ally @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @vintageshanny @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis @ab4eva @kingdomforapony @ashtag6887 @dkayfixates @eliseinmemphis @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @louisejoy86 @i-r-i-n-a-a @horror-movieshoes @everythingelvispresley @doll-elvis @j-v-9-2 @notstefaniepresley @richardslady121 @crash-and-cure

#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #1957 elvis #elvis-o-ween #a little spooky and scary... not really #banditqueenwrites #halloween fic #halloween

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33max · 1 year ago

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Thank you to everyone that participated, we managed to bring twenty two wonderful pieces of fic/art into the world!

Please show the authors/artists some love for all of their efforts, comments and kudos make everyone’s day ♥️

All you need is love and some cats by Astron03

“I think Teddy is finally getting used to the flat.”

One sentences was enough to completely break Daniel's world.

A story of misunderstandings and some olympic level jumping to conclusions.

Comfortable in chaos by winhighmaintenancemachines

Max and Lewis know the terms that they both deal in, the choices they make every day. Their whole world is walking on a spider’s thread.

Or, the NICU doctor/nurse au.

De Sebly (Part 2) by @miesgaga

Most people only meet one soulmate goose with a connection to them. Soulmates were sometimes romantic and sometimes platonic. Family bonds happen too, but those were rare.

Max met his goose, fell in love and felt like his life couldn't get better.

This is not that story.

Max meets his second goose, this is that story.

GBB Server Exchange by anangelwillfly

Headspins by @albertparks

“I do have feelings for someone else though.” Max’s comment breaks Daniel from his thoughts. “I broke up with her because of it.”

Daniel’s gobsmacked at first, before saying, “Who is she, Maxy?”

It’s a poor attempt at a joke, but now it’s his turn to be nosey, to put his beak in business that isn’t his. Max has never been single for long, he can’t imagine now would be any different.

Except Max says, “It’s a man. And it doesn’t matter.”

I don’t get much sleep most nights (I’m seeing you in every dream) by @enjoythebutterflies

In the real world, Max is well-versed in breaking more than just records.

The one where Max and Daniel dream.

in paper rings by @thewindowatkirkland

"Maxy I would fly to Vegas with you tomorrow and pay some guy dressed as Elvis to marry us. I don't care about any of this crap, I don’t care about anything other than you being happy and us being married. I thought you wanted all this, but if you don’t, then fuck it all."

And Max just has to kiss him, hard and fast and certain before he says "okay, let's fucking do it. Let's go, tomorrow. just me and you and a fake Elvis."

OR: after a ten year engagement and with an extravagant wedding all planned out, they decide to elope to vegas instead.

It was written in the stars, but you erased it by @formula-maxiel

Max was twelve when his father had his soul mark removed. He had no idea how much anguish it would cause him.

Let me guide you by @waddlingpenguin

Max learns something about himself.

Daniel is more than happy to indulge.

listen to the slow parts by winhighmaintenancemachines

Neither Max or Daniel are the one to find the baby. That honor belongs to Christian, and Christian alone.

lock it up by @33max

Max is in their bed frantically humping a pillow that he’s folded in half. He’s shoved his little dick into the crease of it and he’s rabbiting his hips, he’s not got the equipment to properly thrust – if he pulled his hips back too far his cock would slip out of the fold.

the meaning of a flower by @meecamille

silly cute fluffy stuff led me to flowershop and hopeless romantic boys.

of angels and demons by @shitferraristrategy

Daniel loves to corrupt his little angel~ <3

platinum trophy by togenkyo

Fame, fortune, fortitude: For the man who has everything, what's left?

postcards from the past by @thatsapodium

I’ll send you another postcard soon. Miss you, love Max

A selection of postcards from the time Max backpacks across Australia.

Punch it! by @stardust-speedway6

An animatic of Lando and Max.

Max admonishes a punching bag.

Static by @chaoticzoomies

Walking into the Red Bull garage that Friday something felt off but Max couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling but just slightly off kilter, like someone had shifted things a few centimetres to the left. As he rounded the corner to the operations desk it clicked.

stay in for the summer (it's quiet, i'm trying) by @33and3

Take me to the Water by @fricative-pharyngiale

Still, he yearned for more, for everything Daniel could give him and then the rest too, his greediness all-consuming until it was all he could feel. He wanted to be the muse of every song Daniel wrote, so that they would be immortalised together. He wanted to take his poet to the river and drown him in his waters, keeping him close forever. He wanted to let his body liquefy so Daniel could drink him entirely, not a single drop left behind. He wanted to drain him of his blood and replace it with water from his river so they’d be the same, always.

A series of vignettes about nymph Max and his poet

The Tale of Max Verstappen by @danielfuckingricciardo

During the summer break, Max and Daniel take a trip to the Lake District to spend some time together alone.

When Max suggests they visit the Beatrix Potter museum, Daniel is only happy to take him on a date and treat him to a gift.

until I hear it from you by @fourmula1

DeuxMoi (also stylized Deuxmoi or @/deuxmoi) is a pseudonymous Instagram account which publishes celebrity gossip.

with the right amount of sugar by flyingkageyama

Max only wanted to find solace in one of the coffee shops he knew was a few miles away from campus, he didn’t expect one of the employees with a crappy drawing of a honey badger on his name tag to come try and get him to talk about his problems.

#gbbserverexchange #please do me a solid and reblog the fuck outta this!#everyone worked SO hard!

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numba1kittytdrrkinkawaii · 1 month ago

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giving veggietales characters a playlist

Larry:

When I rule the world (liz)

Everybody likes you (lemon demon)

the bidding (tally hall)

I me myself (will wood)

Thermodynamic lawyer (will wood)

Nice nice (dazey and the scouts)

Smile (dat 1 traumatizing mlp song)

I got you babe (cher)

Any sonny and cher song

Asap (new jeans)

Any Elvis song

buddy holly (weezer)

Littral legend (ayesha erotica)

Tiktok kesha)

Bubble gum b1tch (marania)

Die young (kesha)

Angel with a sh0tg//n (night idk the og artist)

Its a kids world (danganronpa ost)

SMILE HD?!?!? 😨😨😨 also I agree with all these hcs!!!I hc hed listen to nightcore,k pop, and hyperpop tho!!

#smile hd #k pop #nightcore #hyperpop #veggitales #larry the cucumber

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the-reluctant-princess · 8 months ago

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Horns (a sparky and elvina short story)

Elvina had ran away again that night, she'd been struggling with everything as of recently, the outside world, what happened to selma, losing an arm, discovering she had died more than once without remembering, discovering that she had become a Nephalem (half angel half demon)... it was just too much for her... Sparky sighed and made sure everyone stayed asleep, a simple sleeping charm to make sure that no one woke up and worried.

He flew through the night, he searched for her consciousness, reaching out with his mind, then he saw her, balled up in her Nephalem form, various shades of grey, her hair braided, sparky knew what that meant by now, braids usually mean one of few things for elvi: she's trying to fit in and conform, she is near rock bottom, or she is just flooded with hiraeth (longing for a home which may of never existed). At the minute it seemed to be all three.

Sparky curled up next to her, thumping his tail and sighing in morse code, him and elvi don't speak in the same language, so they usually communicate in morse code or telepathically, the following words from sparky have been translated:

"Elvi...'

"What... "

"You know what, you need to talk to me."

"I dont wanna..."

"Tough shit, you ran away.... tell me what's going on or I'll find out myself."

Elvi starts sobbing

"Its not fair....It was perfect! I tried hard to be perfect but I keep losing people and I'm a Nephalem! Not good enough for heaven, not evil enough for hell... why don't I belong anywhere?! I can't save selma...or monika.... or dylan.... or mom...or you! I'm such a shitty horned BEAST!"

"...Do you hate drew?"

"W-what-?"

"Do you ha-"

"No I heard you but what?!"

"He has horns, he has a tail, he has failed his significants in ways, his husband was like selma, he forgot everyone. He is definitely not going to heaven....but he is too good for hell. He's a divine being too.... you are basically just a female version of him in some ways.... just like his husband is quite similar to your girlfriend.... so let me ask you, do you hate drew?"

"...No"

"Do you think his husband hates him for not being able to protect him sometimes?"

"....No but-"

"No buts, elvina.... Hating yourself and blaming yourself is only be because you don't see the outside.... you can't get the moon perfect on a picture, a painting of the sunrise is no match for seeing it for yourself... and you love drew, right? What do you love about him? "

"that he's so like me that he loves music, that he's so kind and loving, his voice is beautiful... he is protective and....just wow"

"And if I asked drew that same question , what do you think he would say?"

"That I'm kind and loving and lov- oh..."

"Yeah... you love people for qualities you have... you just need to see it.... you are doing good, just.... you gotta breathe sometimes, ok?"

"Yeah... Thanks sparky"

"No problem, horns..."

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blowflyfag · 10 months ago

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WWE SMACKDOWN MAGAZINE: SEPTEMBER 2005

MNM

“WE’RE GOING TO BE BIGGER THAN ELVIS”

By Keith Elliot Greenberg

You might say that MNM is rewriting history one snapshots at a time. Each time one of the paparazzi snaps their picture, it helps their star shine just a little bit brighter. In fact, they enjoy having their picture taken so much that they named their fishing move the Snapshot. And similarly, every time they nail the move, it brings them one step closer to becoming one of the greatest tag teams of all time.

With each victory, the trio becomes more and more resentful of those who apparently dismissed MNM as a fad that would soon fade. In the August issue of Smackdown! Magazine, Nitro said, “We're going to be bigger than Elvis, bigger than the Beatles.”

When you make statements as pompous as that, it’s understood that many will root against you. But MNM expected contempt from opponents, as well as the fans they’d derided as “too weird, too fat, too stupid, too scared, or too damn normal.” Now the trio believes their harshest detractors are the same journalists and paparazzi profiting from covering the electrifying new tag team.

“I have plenty of admirers in high places who’ve told me what these weasel journalists utter behind our backs,” Melina says. “I heard that some even started a pool over whether we’d be on a losing streak by the time the August issue of SmackDown! On sale–and guess who’s on the cover?”

To a degree, Melina’s self-righteousness is reasonable. After all, many observers initially tagged MNM as the team more famous for its look than anything else. Even before their first match on SmackDown!, MNM was trailed by photographers more intrigued by the threesomes' unique appearance than its achievements.

When Nitro & Mercury captured the WWE Tag Team Championship in their very first match, the popular consensus was that the gold would slip through their fingers right away. They were too arrogant, too shallow and too inexperienced to remain at the top of the tag team ranks. Somehow, MNM proved all their critics wrong. And, now, when the paparazzi appear, there’s a legitimate reason why the pictures are in such great demand.

In April, the team came out of nowhere and captured the titles from Eddie Guerrero & Rey Mysterio–two proud Latino stars not accustomed to getting bested by untested talent. Although tensions had been simmering between Guerrero & Mysterio already, the loss sent their relationship into a tailspin. The two were soon bitter enemies, and when they reconciled for one night to challenge for MNM’s championship, the result was disastrous.

In the aftermath, Mysterio was plagued by troubling doubts, while Guerrero appeared to be possessed by demons. Meanwhile, MNM’s light only burned brighter.

“That’s what we do,” Melina says, “We take the icons you people have chosen to worship, and we reduce them to nothing. We’re competitors, baby. And when you compete, some people lose and some people win.” “We happen to choose the latter.”

That was made abundantly clear when MNM tangled with Heidenreich and his new “friend,” Road Warrior Animal. The cocky young tag team held their ground against Animal–at one time one-half of perhaps the greatest tag team ever-refusing to be intimidated by his legendary status.

“The Road Warriors, The Midnight Express, The British Bulldogs, The Dudley Boyz, all those tag teams everyone talks about as being so great,” Melina says. “Yeah, they were probably all right in their day, but that’s the past. This is now. MNM is the tag team of the present, and of the future. Deal with it.” For Melina, that aggressive spirit extends outside the realm of tag team combat. Repelled by the notion that her fellow WWE Divas are paragons of beauty, Melina has used both violent language and sadistic behavior to diminish their status.

In one memorable confrontation with Michelle McCool, Melina actually asked her boys to remain backstage. Melina then tore into the athletic blonde with an aptitude that matched the newcomer’s managerial abilities. In the end, Melina survived a dropkick and a spear. But as her opponents straddled the ropes, punching downward, Melina shook off the bows, snatched Michelle, and defeated her with a powerbomb.

Even among MNM’s enemies, there were immediate comparison to other females who established themselves in WWE as managers, but ultimately transcended the role.

Today, for instance, few recall that Trish Stratus actually entered WWE as the manager of T&A–the hulking duo of Albert (later A-Train) and Test. Like Melina, Trish drew fans with her good looks, but she had greater ambitions. After she struck out on her own, she dominated the Women’s Division.

Parallels have also been made to Sunny, the stunning cover girl who shepherded several teams to tag team gold in the mid-1990s. In the process, she gained a reputation as a woman who pretty much attained anything she desired.

Others theorize that Melina’s career may most closely resemble that of Sensational Sherri. At different stages, Sherri managed Shawn Michaels, Randy Savage and Ric Flair, and also held the Women’s Championship.

Yet, those who focus on Melina fall into the trap MNM hopes to set–diverting opponents away from the strengths and weaknesses of Nitro & Mercury.

Mercury all but admitted this recently when he told a reporter, “While our opponents are busy thinking about Melina, talking about Melina, and, yes, fantasizing about Melina, Johnny and I can pretty much step into that ring and do whatever we want to them.”

Because of their early success, Nitro &N Mercury’s potential is sometimes compared with the records of other WWE newcomers who swiftly rocket to the top of their profession. But such comparisons mean little to them.

“We hear people comparing us to guys from back in the day like Kerry Von Erich, because he burst on the scene and won the Intercontinental title right away,” Mercury says. “But those people just don’t get it. Bon Erich already established himself years before when he beat Ric Flair for the NWA title. Unlike the ‘Texas Tornado,’ we walked into WWE cold. We came out of nowhere and shocked all the so-called experts.”

“I mean, sure there were Superstars like Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar who came here and won titles right off the bat, but even those guys didn’t do what we did,” Nitro says. “Angle was an Olympic gold medalist; Lesnar was an NCAA Champion. WWE fans had no idea who we were that first night, when we debuted in Madison Square Garden. But we changed all that by winning the WWE Tag team titles that same night. Now, everyone knows who we are.” Perhaps it’s more appropriate to measure MNM next to Carlito, who won the U.S. Championship in his first SmackDown! match, or Christian, who earned the Light Heavyweight title in his WWE debut. Both came out of nowhere and very quickly grabbed the spotlight. And in both their cases, they have remained among WWE’s elite ever since.

“To all those people who say we got lucky, I have news for you,” Nitro says. “We were lucky the day we were born. Not everyone is blessed with the attributes we were given. And that’s too bad. But nobody says that life is fair. It’s not really our fault if we’re perfect in an imperfect world.”

It’s an attitude MNM carries on the red carpet and , as the results have shown, into the ring as well.

#gonna be real. this was like the only good article in this one. like. the rest are just pictures and dates and stuff like summer slam recap #magazine scan #magazine transcript #smackdown magazine #wwe magazine #Johnny nitro #John hennigan #Melina #joey mercury #MNM #Melina I love you btw Ditch these chumps and start dating girls #also this is for u mint.... i miss u... i hope ur ok #john morrison #WWE Smackdown magazine #WWE Smackdown magazine 2000s #2000s #2005

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alvisiscrazy · 1 year ago

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the demon of the night (pt6)

TW-blood play, curssing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

(I picked this picture because it fits with this chapter 🤭)

I woke with a pain in my neck Kat was long gone I looked in the mirror my eyes were puffy “What the hell happened last night” I said to myself I was literally starving I went down to the lobby seeing Jerry and Elvis again they both turned and looked me I didn’t pay no attention to them I gotten my plate of food making my way to the same corner like before. I tried to put the pieces of last night and how I had this horrible mark on my neck makeup probably couldn’t fix “Morning” I turned to see Elvis with a plate of food “Mind if I sit with you ?” He said “I don’t mind” I said He sat down with a smile of his face “How’d you sleep hm?” He asked “Okay just woke up with a pain in my neck” I said rubbing it “I can have my nurse come out and take a look at it if ya want” He said “No it’s fine” I said now eating my food “Y/n” Elvis spoke softly “Have you made up your mind ?” He asked “About the date ?” I said “Have ya?” He said “Yes I’ll go but I get to pick” I said “I’ll take you where ever you like” He said with smile “I know a place were you get to cook your own food it’s by the strip” I said “Sounds good to me” He said “Great! We should go at 5 then” I said “Okay that’s fine” He said I finished my food now getting a coffee, I went to my room now getting a better look at my neck I remembered everything from last night his face the way it changed I know he would never hurt me but I liked it I enjoyed it and scares me because I do. The day went by horribly fast I taken a long shower letting my sore neck hit the shower I was prepared for tonight and whatever Elvis had up his sleeve I gotten up the shower wrapped in a towel “Seriously you don’t have keep coming in here” I said “Just checking on you that’s all” He said “I’m fine” I said getting a outfit from the closet “Are you sure?” He asked “I’m sure” I said “I remember everything that had happened last night and I’m okay with it” I added “Okay with me drinking from you?” He asked “Yes I’m okay” I think it was the most sexiest thing ever “How did you turn?” I asked “I can’t say right now but I will soon once I know I can trust you” He said “You can trust me, I know I can trust you” I said going in the bathroom to change “I just wanna know for sure” He said though the door I finished getting ready “You should go get dress, I’ll meet you in the lobby” I said “See you soon” He said with smile, I called Kat “I have a date tonight” I said “What? You said yes” She said with surprise “Yea I am I don’t just wanna work” I said “Have fun and don’t let him drink from you again you don’t know if he can handle a lot” She said with concern “I won’t I trust him” I said “Just call once you come back” She said “Okay talk to you later” I ended the line, I finished my makeup I rung the penthouse “Hey Jerry is Elvis ready ?” I said “He just had left to your room” He said “Oh okay thanks for letting me know bye” I said, Elvis had knocked on the door I opened to see his tall tanned body he had a nice brown jumpsuit with his chest out “Are you ready ?” He asked “I am” I said grabbing my bag “You look beautiful” He said “Thank you” I said he held out his hand I took it we walked out the hotel in style we both had on brown “Have a good time out Mr. Presley” The worker said “No doubt” He said, We made our way to the restaurant “Thank you for coming out with me” Elvis said “It’s no problem considering I let you drink from me”

Elvis had a smirk “Yeah whatever” He said laughing, We got to the restaurant it wasn’t to packed We found the perfect spot in the back of the restaurant “So tell me more about yourself” Elvis said “Well one thing I don’t like to play games with anyone but like I’ve said before I love cooking my parents used to work a lot and I was the youngest cooking for me and my siblings” I said “I know how to cook a bit, my mom used to cook for me and my dad a lot” He said “I remember her she was so beautiful” I said “Yeah she was my bestest girl so beautiful I really didn’t know how to deal with death at the time” He said “Is that why you turned ?” I asked “One of em” He said “Did it hurt ?” He looked at me for a moment “No it felt like I was at peace and I am now” He said “Well that’s good wouldn’t want anything to happen to you now” I said with smile, Elvis and I gotten to understand each other a little more I understood why he acted the way he did he gotten hurt so many times by the people he gave his love to “Elvis has troubles with women ?” I said “Not yet I hope” he said with a chuckle “I hope so to” I said “How about you ?” He asked “I don’t sleep with men like that I’m just to myself I think that’s why nobody goes for me” I said with honesty “I like a girl that’s independent minding her own while loving ya that really turns me on” He said “Well Elvis let’s go on a search for a independent women” I said “No I think I found her already” He said it’s me. “It’s me isn’t it” I said “You aren’t the only one I have eyes for” He said with a cocky smile “Oh sure” I said “Believe me honey I bet I would have all the women in here falling for me” He said “Here we go again with the cockiness” I said “You like it I know you do” He was right I love the mean guys. “Maybe so” I said, the food was finally here we could pick our seasoning as well “What’s that?” Elvis asked “It’s just garlic vampires can’t eat that?” I said jokingly “We can eat just about anything” He said “A little garlic won’t hurt you” I said I added the garlic to the steak with pepper “May I cook it ?” He said “Yea sure” I said passing him the fork I watched him cook the steak he was so gorgeous “It smells great” I said “it’s gonna taste great I tell ya that” He said I could tell he was focused on the steak “What’s the plan after this?” I asked “Whatever you want” he said looking up at me “I could go for a ice cream” I said “And I could for you” He said jokingly “Stop being so flirty” I said, The steak was done Elvis and I was quick to eat “I enjoyed this” Elvis said “I thought I’d be bored but it’s a nice place” He said “I used to come here with my grandparents before my grandpa passed away it was our go to spot” I said reminiscing “I bet he was nice would have loved to meet him” He said “Oh he used to love you he swore he’d see you someday walking around in Vegas he’d tell us stories on how you changed the world” I said honestly “Tell me more” He said with surprise “He went to your concerts in the 50’s he loved everything you did it was amazing me you know how you changed the world and music” I said “I’m glad you think so” He said “You know what I’m ready for some ice cream” “Me to let’s go” Elvis had paid leaving a big tip for the waitress we found the nearest Ice cream spot “This better then I expected” Elvis said fucking up the ice cream “Its good” I said, And that was our date I had a good time “I had a nice time tonight” I said getting into the limo “Me as well, better then I expected since you can be mean” He said “I am not mean I think I’m honest” I said he rolled his eyes “I guess so” he said getting in. We gotten to the hotel we made our way into the penthouse “I was thinking we could watch a movie or something” I said “A movie seems good to me” We made our way into Elvis’s room which was clean surprisingly he turned on the Tv lurking through the channels “Mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” I shock my head no “I’ll look for a movie” I said grabbing the remote.

I found one of his movies he did that was playing “Change of Habit” His last movie I actually seen this before in theaters with a few friends “Oh hell turn this off” Elvis said shyly “No it’s a great movie” I said turning my head to face him “I’m not kidding it was awful during the filming” He said “I bet, you were gone for months” I said “Yea I forget you had just started working for me” He said as he sat on the bed “Yea I remember” I said I was fresh outta college and needed some money to pay for my apartment at the time. We gotta right into the movie as the phone had rung Elvis had gotten up I put my attention back on the movie

“Hey uh Y/n” He said I turned “I gotta run, Jerry wants to go see a show” He said with a smirk on his face “The strip club?” I said realizing He cleared his throat “Yea just for a little while I think, How about we hang out tonight?” He said “Yea that’s fine” I said I gotten up grabbing my bag “I’ll see you later then” I said “I’ll come to your room if you okay with that” He said “That’s fine, See you later” I said walking out. I walked around the lobby looking for something fun to do but I was shorta sad I wanted to hang out with Elvis since It was an off day. I called Kat “Hey! How was the date ?” She asked “It was great I had a good time” “Did Elvis try anything slick?” She said “Kinda I mean we both did” I said “Anything else happen?” She asked “Well he told me there’s for vampires here then Memphis” I said “Oh hell, that means we aren’t safe” She said “Yeah, no more night outs I guess” I said with a sigh “Hey! He can take us sometime” She said “Oh yea you’re right!” I had ended my conversation with Kat now relaxing in my room. It was now evening and I gotten in the shower After I finished my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and I heard a soft knock at the door I quickly made my way to the door “You missed me?” Elvis said with a cocky smile “No not at all” I said rolling my eyes “You gonna invite me in or what?” He said I moved out the way now closing the door “Had a fun time out?” I said making my way to my closest “Yea met a couple of pretty girls I tell ya that” He said laughing to himself “I don’t get it” I said “Get what?” He asked “How every woman is breaking their bones for you” I said turning to face him “You just haven’t had sex with me yet” He said with a smirk. “Hmm I doubt it” I said crossing my arms “Wanna bet?” Elvis said “No! I like to take things slow” I said “We could take things real slow baby only if your up to” He said he had me convinced but I felt like this wouldn’t end well for me I want a relationship someone to love not just for sex. “Are you being serious with me?” I asked “I’m serious” He said “You wouldn’t hurt me ? Even after we have sex?” I asked “No of course not” He said with such a low sweet tone “Okay I trust you after all your just a man” He looked at me for a moment "What do you mean" He said "I trust you and but I wouldn’t be shocked if you wanted or didn’t to be with me after this" I said boldy "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me a few days ago “Well a few days ago you were an asshole so don’t be surprised I can’t never make up my mind” I said going into the bathroom “Well I’m going to go shower so come up whenever your mind is made up” He said, My made was made up I was going to just have sex with him only! no feeling attached I hope I put on a lingerie set I had brought with me and a robe I made my way up to his penthouse opening the doors going to his room the shower was on I waited… Elvis knew she going to come up he knew she couldn’t resist him he had set up a few candles to keep it nice and dim in the room, The shower had turned off I was nervous for what was about to go down “I see you came” I heard him say nearly had me shocked“Yea I came” I said turning to look at him “So what now” I said “Whatever you want” He said with a smile I gotten up making my way over to him I stood infront of him “Well this isn’t awkward at all” I said “You are the one making it awkward” He said with a little laugh “Oh shut up” I said kissing him his lips were tasteful they’re soft like pillows I was expecting it “Didn’t see that coming” He spoke “Stop talking” I said I kissed him again

I felt his hands wrap around me I felt safe I felt comfortable enough to touch him I felt his huge cock through his robe I looked at him with excitement “Ready?” He said “Not just yet” I said I untied his robe now kneeling to my knees he wasn’t wearing anything I admired his body I started to rubbed my hands against his chest I slowly started to rub his cock I heard him groan “Don’t tease” He said I started to jerk him off slowly I cupped my hands spitting in them now rubbing his length slowly while looking up at him seeing those beautiful eyes of his “You can use your hands well” He said with a crooked smile “Mhm” I said I took him by surprise I put him in my mouth I took him off in my mouth then I let out a “Pop” “Jeez baby” The noises we both made filled the room It felt a electric stock and it was buzzing all through me I couldn’t believe this at all “Ready” I snapped outta of it He was on his knees in front of me I wanted to take a picture of this so it can last forever but I couldn’t get to into my feelings this is only sex I reminded myself, He rubbing his finger through my folds the cold air of the penthouse hitting my cunt giving me chills then I felt the warmth of him licking my clit I gripped the sheets I wasn’t expecting this I could tell he was hungry for it he wanted this, Y/n knew I’ve wanted this but I wanted to tease her for missing with me from the last couple of days.

I entered a finger in her wet cunt to get her reaction “Oh fuck” She moaned out my finger curled inside of her to send her over the edge like she did me “Elvis” She screams out I wanted to see if she knew how to squirt “Can you squirt?” He asked she looked at him for a moment and then she nods “Yes I taught myself” She said “Good” He curled his fingers back inside her feeling around he wanted to make her beg for it he slowly went faster then stop then he did it again “Stop teasing” She said with a whine “I’m just curious, on why you want me now I’m thrilled to find out” He smirked “Because” He did that eyebrow thing again were he looks like a dummy “Because what?” He curled his finger inside of her again “Don’t be an asshole” I frowned at him I just wanted to get this over with “No more talking please” I said “Alright then” He kneeled down on the floor now licking my sweet cunt he was skilled very he was sending me in a wave of pleasure “I’m so close” I moaned out he gotten up hovering over me “I know you couldn’t resist me no one can” He had that cocky smile that triggered something in my brain once again I didn’t like it I pushed him off of me “What’s that supposed to mean ?” I said folding my arms “Nothing baby” He said “I thought you were better then that” I said getting up finding my clothes “What’s the problem huh? I was only kidding” He said trying to ease his way back in “You and your cockiness can go to hell” I said going into the bathroom to change I let myself get attached to this man without me even realizing it “Y/n I’m sorry I was only joking will you come out” He spoke differently this time “Only if you promise to not joke like that” I said he knew I was a sensitive person he already knows how to make me upset and I hated it. I walked out the bathroom “I apologize if this was to much for you I’m sorry we can act like it never happened I’ll leave you alone” He said tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear something was pulling me into him like magnet I looked over at the bed that looked so comfy “It’s okay I just overthink to much” I said looking back at him “Me as well don’t worry” He said “I’m sorry if I over reacted” I said “It’s okay” He said almost like a whisper “We can still be close like we’ve been” I said “That’s fine with me” He said “Well we could watch a movie” I said not wanting to end a conversation like that with him especially because I feel bad. We ended up having a movie night I couldn’t do sex with him yet especially after that comment he made it really hurt my feelings because that isn’t all I see him as “sex symbol” I see him as his own man his own person with cares and flaws but I couldn’t explain this all to him if I wanted to. I ended up staying the night with him I was to tired to move. I woke up hearing Jerry’s and Elvis’s voice only god knows what time is it I rolled outta the bed trying to find a robe or something I walked out to see Elvis and his men playing a game of pool well I was stuck here it was awkward enough between me and Elvis so I closed the door back and laid down turning on the clock setting 3am I didn’t realize it was this late but I wanted to call Kat “Hey! I’ve been waiting on your call” She said “I know I was asleep and I didn��t have sex with Elvis if that’s what you’re thinking” I said “Wait what happened?” She said “Nothing I just don’t feel comfortable enough yet” I said "Well did he overreact?" She asked "No we both agreed it was to much we want to understand each other more" I said "Just fuck already" She said "No not just yet" I said with a groan she wasn't listeing to me the door had opened "I'll call you in the morning" I said "Okay night Y/n" Kat said I ended the line and turned my head to see Elvis standing in the doorway "Wanna have a drink with me and the guys?" He asked "It's already to late I need to go back to my room" I said trying to avoid him "Well okay you are free to go" He said with a smile, I gotten to my room falling asleep… once again to hide what I was really thinking..

(what do you guys thinks going to happen next)

#elvis x reader #the demon of the night elvis #elvis

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faegoddessog · 2 years ago

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Seventy Two hours of Bliss- Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

WARNING:

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons. Chapter specific warnings listed at the beginning of each installment.

Tipping is now enabled, should you feel so inclined. If not, that is totally fine. I just ask that you please enjoy the hell out of my story. 😈🔥❤️

Chapter 1: Hey, It's only dinner

Chapter 2: Behind Your Closed Door

Chapter 3: Dark Chocolate Ice Cream

Chapter 4: We have Demons All

Chapter 5: "Show Me"

Chapter 6: Slow and Relentless

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

Chapter 8: The Goddess at Natural Bridge

Chapter 9: Dreams that Spill Into Reality

Chapter 10: Shower Kisses

Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises

Chapter 12: What Happens Under the Blanket...

Chapter 13: Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Chapter 14: Thunderstruck

Chapter 15: Snap.

Chapter 16: Lesson one: round two

Chapter 17: The Agony and the Ecstasy

Chapter 18: Just Be Us

Chapter 19: Over and Over and Over

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter 21: Sixty Steps Away

Chapter 22: Unfinished Business

Chapter 23: So hot, I can’t stop

Chapter 24: Elvis in the building

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter 26: Living on the Edge

Chapter 27: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you”

Chapter28 : A Glittering Night Out

Chapter29: Countdown

CHapter 30: A lil' Splash of Tea

Chatper 31: Quarantine

Chaper 32: Movin' on Over

Chapter 33: Overwhlem in the Stars

Chapter 34: Sweetness and buttplugs and cockrings, oh my!

Chapter 35: The Road Ahead

Chapter 36: What a girl wants

Chapter 37: Elysium's End

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

Chapter 39: Empty Apartments

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Chapter 41: Now and Forever

#austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler #known side effects: may cause dehydration #Austin Butler as sex god

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pxnsneverland · 2 years ago

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Beauty and the Boss | austin!elvis x oc (part 8)

plot summary: Laura Jean Walker is the daughter to Louisiana’s most powerful mafia boss, but to her, he’s just her jail warden. When she sneaks out to the Louisiana Hayride with her friend she sees Elvis Presley perform and instantly knows something is special about this boy. Especially when he saves her from being assaulted by a townie. She thinks she’s on cloud 9 until she gets kidnapped in the middle of the night by the Memphis Mafia led by Elvis himself. Will Laura Jean try to free herself or will something hold her back from finding her way home?

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 2118

warnings/notes: Hey guys! Once again had some time to write a new part to this story so yay! I'm thinking of writing another fan fiction but focusing on older Elvis starting in Hollywodd to when he was in Vegas and another oc character I have in my head. What do you guys think?

Chapter 8

The passage of time was marked by the lengthy hours it took for the authorities to accept my father's account of fabricating the kidnapping, and afterwards, to release Elvis from his confinement. Ms. Gladys and I were not granted the privilege of waiting for him, therefore we were accompanied in a car and transported back to Graceland. As I sat in the living room at Elvis's piano, Gladys took to the bottle with remarkable ease. Strumming a few notes, I attempted to divert my attention from the nagging worry that had taken hold of me. However, it wasn't the return of Elvis that was causing my unease. Anxiety coursed through me as I contemplated the gravity of Daddy's ominous warning. "I hope you're ready for what that means," he had uttered. I was oblivious to its meaning, yet I refused to succumb to his intimidation or allow him to demonize Elvis. The anticipation of the consequences was equally agonizing to experiencing them firsthand. Had it not been for Ms. Gladys' disapproval of underage drinking, I might have indulged in a glass myself.

The first light of day was just beginning to break when the sound of a car engine could be heard outside. As I gazed out the window, my eyes fell upon the sight of Elvis and Colonel emerging from the back seat. A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. As Elvis stepped into the threshold, his mother's arms enveloped him in a warm embrace. Gladys swayed rhythmically; her balance unstable were it not for the steady support of Elvis.

She withdrew, grasping his face in her palms. The concerned mother gazed at her son with a furrowed brow, her heart heavy with disbelief. “Oh, my boy, why would someone make up such a nasty lie about you?”

With a subtle movement, Elvis shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. But it’s alright now. Whoever said that dropped it. Must have known there was nothin’ to prove it. Probably just wanted to cause trouble.”

“Well, Laura Jean’s Daddy is the one who told the police you kidnapped her. I swear it’s no wonder you brought her here. That man sounds like a down right menace. I would love to give him a what for.”

Elvis's gaze was not necessary for me to discern the depth of his surprise. “Mr. Walker said that?”

“Sure did. I don’t know what Laura Jean said to him to get him to leave you alone, but it must have been somethin’ convincin’. That girl of yours is strong, Booby.”

Tremors coursed through my body and a prickling sensation behind my eyes heralded the onset of tears. Daddy had harbored a desire to stir up trouble. Bring about chaos and turmoil in my life. Elvis was plagued by trouble. The blame rested solely on my shoulders. The weight of guilt bore down on me heavily as I realized the impact of my sudden appearance in their lives, disrupting the delicate balance they had all worked tirelessly to achieve. The sound of Elvis entering the living room reached my ears, yet I found myself unable to meet his gaze. The mere sight of his face was enough to bring forth a deluge of tears from my eyes. I stood abruptly, pushing past him and sprinting up the stairs, leaving the living room behind. I retreated to my room, firmly closing the door behind me. Settling onto the floor, I leaned my back against the bed. Tears streamed down my face as I released the pent-up emotions of frustration and guilt. It was likely that Elvis was experiencing feelings of anger and annoyance, as he found himself burdened with an unexpected problem. It would be understandable if he chose to return me to my father and seek different means of retrieving his money.

As I wallowed in the depths of my own self-pity, a sudden knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. Without waiting for my response, Elvis strode into the room. He approached me with confident strides, yet I remained huddled with my face buried in my knees.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” he inquired in a gentle tone that was reserved solely for me.

The weight of responsibility bore down heavily upon me as I spoke the words, “This is all my fault.” Though my voice was muffled, he could still understand my words.

“Last time I checked, you didn’t go and start a riot at a charity event.” His voice carried a smile that was unmistakable to my ears. The experience only served to intensify my sense of guilt.

“Not that. Daddy. You already had so much goin’ on and he added to it because of me. They could have thrown you in jail and you could have lost everythin’ because of me.” At last, I raised my gaze. “I know how hard you work, how much you care about your family. I’ve done nothin’ but mess everythin’ up for you since bein’ here. I made you dance and drink at Club Handy. I made you go against Colonel. Hell, I got you arrested!”

With a gentle touch, Elvis grasped my hands and guided me up to a standing position. He compelled me to meet his gaze, despite my reluctance. “You’re a lot, darlin’, but you’re givin’ yourself way too much credit. Everythin’ I’ve done, I did because I wanted to. And I know us meetin’ didn’t start the way we might have wanted it to, but you’ve done so much for me just by bein’ here.” His fingers traced the contours of my cheek with a gentle touch. “I ain’t never met no one like you, Laura Jean Walker, and I probably never will again. That’s why if I got a take a few beatings just to keep you with me…I’ll take ‘em.”

The surge of emotions that he was evoking within me was so intense that I found myself struggling to contain my urge to lash out physically. The intricacy with which he spun such beautiful phrases was truly remarkable. I elevated my stance, rising onto the balls of my feet, and tenderly pressed my lips against his. Without hesitation, he enveloped me in his embrace and reciprocated my kiss. The kiss we had exchanged at Russwood Park earlier was distinct from this one. That was one of mutual defiance, fueled by the rush of adrenaline. This one was a languid and tender moment, imbued with the weight of a pledge encapsulated in an unassuming gesture. I was certain that even if Daddy returned every penny he had stolen from Elvis, I would remain at Graceland with him. There was no turning back for me.

As we parted ways, I couldn't help but whisper, “Elvis Presley, you made me fall in love with you without me even realizin’ it.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “I guess it was just payback for you doin’ the same to me.”

As the months passed by, there was still no word from Daddy regarding anything. Despite my mounting anxiety, I made a valiant effort to divert my attention elsewhere. With their assistance, Elvis and Gladys made a significant input. During the times when I wasn't in the company of Elvis or attending his shows, I would spend my time with Ms. Gladys, developing knowledge about cooking, cross-stitching, and sewing. She regaled me with tales of Elvis's childhood and anecdotes about her husband's life before his incarceration. The thought of meeting Vernon stirred a longing within me. He appeared to be a patriarch striving to maintain his household's financial stability, rather than a lawbreaker - reminiscent of the Elvis. Naturally, Elvis would occasionally retreat to his office accompanied by his loyal Memphis Mafia, and I was well aware of the purpose of their seclusion, which precluded my admittance. He remained truthful to me regarding his actions, yet he harbored a desire to shield me from as much as possible. He didn't share Daddy's perspective. In his eyes, I was a vulnerability that could be taken advantage of by the wrong individual. This was particularly true given that he didn't make any effort to conceal our relationship when we were in public. However, a sense of uncertainty never permeated within me.

In the midst of a room adorned with a plethora of customized musical instruments, Elvis and I found ourselves enveloped in a sea of crimson. I found myself nestled in his lap, enveloped by his strong embrace as he cradled a guitar in his hands. With patience and care, he tried to bestow his musical knowledge upon me, guiding my fingers along the strings in an effort to teach me how to play. Prior to commencing, he had expressed that it would be a simple project as I possessed prior knowledge of playing the piano. He soon realized the extent of his mistake.

“How do you manage to remember all these chords and sing in front of people too?” I grumbled discontentedly as he guided my hand to rest upon the taut cord and proceeded to pluck the strings.

He chuckled and quoted his mother, "It's a God-given talent." He then inquired, “How did you manage to learn how to play the piano and be absolutely horrible at playing a guitar?”

With a swift motion, my elbow made contact with his ribs. “Because, EP, my parents believed that the piano was a dignified instrument. Guitars are played by hillbillies and whoremongers.”

“You callin’ me a hillbilly?”

“Unless you’re a whoremonger.”

With a light swat to my thigh, Elvis elicited a laugh from me. “Watch yourself, Ms. Walker, or I may have to punish you?”

I brought my face closer, biting my lip. “And how is that Mr. Presley?”

The sound of Elvis's gulp resonated in the air, yet his unwavering gaze remained fixed upon mine. “I’ll make you practice the guitar until your fingers go raw.”

I uttered a sarcastic remark, “Wow, very intimidating, Mr. Mafia Boss man.”

“What kind of punishment did you have in mind?”

“Well---” As I began to respond, a sudden, jarring noise erupted from the hallway, causing us both to pivot our focus towards the entrance. The morning was tranquil, devoid of the usual rambunctious activity of the boys both indoors and outdoors.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. I rose from his lap and gingerly placed his guitar aside before trailing him into the hallway.

Despite our efforts, neither of us caught a glimpse of anything. However, a faint groaning sound could be detected. With a quick scurry, I made my way towards it, and it led me straight to the stairs. As I descended the initial flight of stairs, I came across Gladys, who was slumped against the wall, perspiring profusely and gasping for air. With a determined stride, I descended the steps, perhaps missing a few in my haste, until I finally reached her. Collapsing onto my knees, I found myself at her side. Beside her hand lay a spilled glass of what appeared to be whiskey, its pungent aroma filling the air.

“Ms. Gladys?! Can you hear me?” With drooping eyelids and a lack of visual clarity, her gaze struggled to find its target. Not a single word escaped her lips in my direction. My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach, while tears streamed down my face. “Elvis!”

With a burst of energy, Elvis rushed towards his Mama and embraced her tightly, cradling her head in his arms. As tears streamed down his face, he held her close, overwhelmed with emotion. His voice was filled with desperation as he called out to his mother. “Mama! Mama, please, wake up! Mama!” He continued to shake her, but with each passing moment, it seemed as though her strength was waning.

With a newfound sense of balance, I sprinted towards the closest telephone and urgently dialed 911. The sound of my own heartbeat reverberated in my ears as I tried to explain every detail to the woman on the other end of the line. Amidst Elvis's deafening cries of agony, she managed to assure me that assistance was en route. Flashes of police and ambulance sirens blazed through my mind. So did my father's gaze, cool and composed as he passed on the somber news of my mother's passing. The howling screams emanating from Elvis were all too familiar to me, although I had only been able to unleash my own in the seclusion of my bedroom, with no one to offer comfort. As I replaced the receiver, the world around me appeared to decelerate, the wailing sirens piercing through the entrance gates.

Stay tuned for part 9!! Click HERE to view!

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numberonenat · 1 year ago

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the brothers of obey me…

here's part 2 and 3: the dateables + luke / the side characters

here's what it gave me:

lucifer:

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

"smooth operator" by sade

"devil inside" by INXS

"demon" by imagine dragons

"lucifer" by SHINee

"bad guy" by billie eilish

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"no rest for the wicked" by lykke li

"highway to hell" by AC/DC

"dark horse" by katy perry ft. juicy j

"i put a spell on you" by creedence clearwater revival

"power" by kanye West

"black magic woman" by santana

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"wicked game" by chris isaak

mammon:

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"money" by pink floyd

"material girl" by madonna

"don't stop me now" by queen

"irresistible" by fall out boy ft. demi lovato

"i want it all" by queen

"rich girl" by hall & oates

"break free" by ariana grande

"gold digger" by kanye west

"born to be wild" by steppenwolf

"counting stars" by onerepublic

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"i love it" by icona pop ft. charli XCX

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"take a walk" by passion pit

leviathan:

"nerd" by three loco

"all the small things" by blink-182

"the real slim shady" by eminem

"anime" by riton & kah-lo

"superhero" by 5 seconds of summer

"loser" by beck

"gamer" by karliene

"virtual insanity" by jamiroquai

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"in the end" by linkin park

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"the middle" by zedd, maren morris, grey

"numb" by linkin park

"gangnam style" by psy

"last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" by katy perry

satan:

"bitter sweet symphony" by the verve

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"hotel california" by eagles

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"time in a bottle" by jim croce

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"somewhere only we know" by keane

"black" by pearl jam

"dust in the wind" by kansas

"vincent" by don mclean

"blackbird" by the beatles

"under the bridge" by red hot chili peppers

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

asmodeus:

"vogue" by madonna

"glamorous" by fergie ft. ludacris

"beautiful" by christina aguilera

"i'm too sexy" by right said fred

"fashion" by david bowie

"confident" by demi lovato

"glam" by christina aguilera

"fancy" by iggy azalea ft. charli XCX

"manicure" by lady gaga

"glamourous indie rock & roll" by the killers

"G.U.Y." by lady gaga

"primadonna" by MARINA

"supermodel (you better work)" by rupaul

"gold digger" by kanye west

"diamonds" by rihanna

beelzebub:

"sugar, sugar" by the archies

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"lean on me" by bill withers

"stand by me" by ben e. king

"with a little help from my friends" by the beatles

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"can't help falling in love" by elvis presley

"i'll be there for you" by the rembrandts

"count on me" by bruno mars

"lean on me" by club nouveau

"i just called to say i love you" by stevie wonder

"better together" by jack johnson

belphegor:

"enter sandman" by metallica

"lose yourself" by eminem

"don't wake me up" by chris brown

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lazy song" by bruno mars

"sleeping in" by the postal service

"dreams" by fleetwood mac

"mad world" by tears for fears

"lucid dreams" by juice WRLD

"wake me up when september ends" by green day

"hotel california" by eagles

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"talking in your sleep" by the romantics

"no sleep 'til brooklyn" by beastie boys

this was fun lol

except for the repetitive ones, i acctually liked this - even with the ridiculous or that make no sense...

i'll definatelly make a part 2 with the side characters and maybe with characters from another fandom. i'll put the link here when i do it.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #chatgpt #chat gpt

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darcydarlingdabbles · 1 month ago

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️

MASTERPOST

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🎙️Good evening, my dear listeners, and welcome to a story woven from the musical notes of desire and darkness. Ah, but what is love at first sight without a touch of madness, hmm? For the next three nights, our line up of songs will weave a mid-century romance laced with beauty and blood. And the latter, well... it’s oh-so-sweet. Fear not, my darlings, for even death cannot part us. So sit back, relax, and allow me to guide you through this deliciously twisted affair ... until the devil’s last dance. 🎙️

Notes:

Heya! This is a three part series. Each chapter features a song from the 30s through the 60s (mostly). It gets dark, it gets twisty, it gets bloody. And it stays high heat.

Under the cut is the chapter list for each of the three parts, which are song titles (and I'll try to link each post as they happen...eventually XD

Content Warnings include:

Explicit consensual sexual content, violence, murder, omegaverse culture, eventual serial killer Alastor, purity culture, feminine rage, misconceptions about sex/sexual anatomy, attempted assault, revenge killing, oppressive culture, sexually repressive culture,

and more.

Part 1 ~ 'Til There Was You ~

🎙️ Our tale begins with a a chance meeting, gazes connecting across a crowded room—that will change everything.

For you see, dear listeners, love at first sight isn’t always kind, is it? No, it has a way of sneaking up on you, wrapping itself around your heart like a vice, and squeezing the very life from you—or someone else.

And so, our story begins, with two souls who never knew what they were missing... ‘til there was you.🎙️

The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra (1964)

That Old Black Magic - Glenn Miller (1943)

Sway - Dean Martin (1954)

Fascination - Nat King Cole (1958)

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - Ella Fitzgerald (1956)

Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra (1966)

A Kiss to Build a Dream On - Louis Armstrong (1951)

Let's Face the Music and Dance - Nat King Cole (1961)

Only You - The Platters (1955)

You Send Me - Sam Cooke (1957)

Midnight, the Stars and You - Ray Noble (1934)

I Can't Give You Anything But Love - Billie Holiday (1944)

I Wanna Be Loved By You - Marilyn Monroe (1959)

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

I Want to Be Evil - Eartha Kitt (1953)

You Were Meant for Me - Gene Kelly (Singin’ in the Rain) (1952)

Part 2 ~ The House of the Rising Sun ~

🎙️The sun rises, and so do our demons, my dear listeners. As the cover night falls away, we find ourselves in a house filled with secrets and shadows, where love twists and turns in the most unexpected ways.

Power corrupts, violence seduces, and the light-bringer can only hold back the darkness for so long. In this house, you will find no sanctuary—only temptation and the steep price you pay in the morning.

Welcome back to New Orleans, where an old face returns with a smile…and a knife behind his back.🎙️

I Put a Spell on You - Nina Simone (1965)

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore (1963)

Cry Me a River - Julie London (1955)

Angel Eyes - Frank Sinatra (1958)

Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread) - Frank Sinatra (1940)

Love Me or Leave Me - Nina Simone (1958)

I’m Gonna Live Till I Die - Frank Sinatra (1955)

Black Coffee - Sarah Vaughan (1949)

Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera) - Doris Day (1956)

Fever - Peggy Lee (1958)

Ain’t That a Kick in the Head - Dean Martin (1960)

All the Way - Frank Sinatra (1957)

These Boots Are Made for Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

Feeling Good - Nina Simone (1965)

Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin (1959)

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley (1969)

Body and Soul - Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse (original 1930, Bennett/Winehouse 2011)

When I Fall in Love - Doris Day (1952)

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald (1950)

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin (1959)

Part 3 ~ (You're The) Devil in Disguise~

🎙️Ah, my dear listeners, we’ve come so far, haven’t we. Love, Death, life after?

But, as with all great tales, things are not always as they seem. Deception lurks in the hearts of many, sometimes hidden even from themselves. But fear not, for even in the depths of Hell, love has a curious way of surviving.

Through fire and shadow, through lies and revelation, something beautiful can rise from the ashes. So as we step into this final act, remember—there’s always hope, even when you’re dancing with the devil in disguise.🎙️

1. Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers (1965)

2. At Last - Etta James (1960)

3. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters (1958)

4. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

5. I’ll Never Smile Again - Tommy Dorsey (1940)

6. Poison Ivy - The Coasters (1959)

7. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - The Animals (1965)

8. Pennies from Heaven - Billie Holiday (1936)

9. My Way - Frank Sinatra (1969)

10. Devil or Angel - The Clovers (1956)

11. Since I Fell for You - Lenny Welch (1963)

12. I’m a Fool to Want You - Frank Sinatra (1951)

13. Beggin - The Four Seasons (1967)

14. Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash (1963)

15. Secret Love - Doris Day (1953)

16. In The Mood - The Andrews Sisters (1939)

17. As Time Goes By - Dooley Wilson (1942)

18. Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones (1966)

19. Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (1967)

20. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley (1961)

21. I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles (1963)

22. Stand by Me - Ben E. King (1961)

23. [big ass spoiler]

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the--blackdahlia · 8 months ago

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An Analysis of Scott Hall (As Told By Me)

1.) American Starship Coyote (AKA American Airplane Coyotoe; Starship)

Oh man, the 80's were a time. Got some very creative names for wrestlers. And also, giants. Plus look at that mustache. Everything about this just screams 80's. Also those tights can't contain the thighs.

2. Texas Scott/Big Scott Hall (AKA Save a Horse)

Oh yeah he was ;) Still not giving up that mustache and keeping those thick curls going. Gotta keep the 80's alive one way or another.

3. The Diamond Studd (AKA Stripper Wrestling Connection)

Now that is a stud if I've ever seen one. Big meaty man slapping meat. He made normal-sized people (Dallas) look super small and always put on a show. Plus, he knew audience participation was key. Who here wanted to be that person that got to rip the pants off him? Just me. Okay, moving on.

4. Razor Ramon (AKA Him Not Being Cuban is the Reason I Have Trust Issues)

If you don't try to act like Razor every time you see a toothpick, you've let the Bad Guy down. Purple was definitely his color, and he just was so cool. There was so much potential for Razor storylines, but money, or the lack thereof, got in the way.

5. Outsider Scott (AKA You know who I am, but you don't know why I'm here)

There aren't too many people who can change an entire industry while wearing a Canadian Tuxedo, but Scott was one of them. Showing up on Nitro unannounced and cutting the promo of the year fired the first shots of the Monday Night War. What a time to be a wrestling fan.

6. NWO Scott (AKA The following announcement has been paid for by the New World Order)

Who would've known that three men who went by three letters would completely alter the face of wrestling? The charisma of Scott, Kevin, and Hogan got people who weren't interested in wrestling to watch. And he looked good while doing it.

7. Drunk Scott (AKA Fuck you Bischoff)

Fuck you Bischoff

8. TNA Scott (AKA He's the one dressed like Elvis)

Some love his TNA run, and some hate it. He was trying so hard to keep doing the thing he loved, but sometimes those demons swim. I for one, enjoyed many of his TNA matches. It just wasn't his past endeavors. But I'm proud he kept trying.

9. Hall of Fame Scott (AKA Long live the Bad Guy)

Honestly, the only HOF speech that I remember. He overcame a lot, and saved his life with help from his friends. Just remember that bad times don't last, but bad guys do. Long live the bad guy.

#scott hall #razor ramon #nwo #wcw #wwf #wwe #tna #analysis

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thatbanditqueen · 2 years ago

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Elvis One Shots

One-off little drabbles, usually written in a matter of 2 - 4 hours as part of a writing game prompt. So there are a lot of typos. Attentio to detaul iz not me thngg.

Rating: Explicit, No Minors, NSFW

Relationships: Elvis Presley/Original Female Character(s)

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, smut, sex, cursing, drug use and alcohol. Also some of them are fluffy and innocent. See individual labels.

Come Hell or Come Sundown

A Charro! Behind-the-Scenes One Shot

Angst and fluff and a hint of a hint of smut... but mainly kissing

It is the summer of 1968 and Elvis finds himself in a New Hollywood, no more production code, just a ratings system with the promise of more sex and violence. This is good, because Elvis is in transition too! He is hot off the set of his TV special and ready to make a gritty western he can be proud of. Things are going well onset until they aren't....

Aphrodite's Curse

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, smut, more angst and some witchcraft.....

Loosely based on Elvis' affair with Elisabeth Stefaniak, this one shot finds our boy during his Army service living in Bad Neuheim and playing the field, much to the chagrin of his shy, live-in secretary and girlfriend Bettina.

Bless Your Heart

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and more spooky paranormal stuff

Angst, fluff, no smut, a little kissing, and a touch of scary gore at the end. Not really too scary.

Little Blue Toes

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

Angst, fluff, smut and a little spooky paranormal jazz

Summary: It is the summer of 1955, and Elvis and his band are back on a grueling tour schedule. Their first stop out of Memphis is Batesville, AR. The crowd is not kind, the venue is uncomfortable, and so Elvis decides to take off and make his own trouble. Along the way, he comes across a young women who is having an equally bad afternoon, and they find that spending the rest of the day in each other's company might be just the solace they were searching for.

Smash!

Angst and fluff

Summary: Eadie is walking up the canyon to her uncle's house when a beautiful stranger almost runs her over, out on a car ride to clear his mind.

I Was The Best Husband

Smut

Summary: It is March 1972, a month after Priscilla officially told Elvis about her affair with Mike Stone and her decision to leave him and request a divorce. He is in LA, getting ready to go back on tour and his entourage have invited some women over to help cheer him up.

George's Garage

Smut

Summary: Elvis and the Memphis Mafia are driving back to Hollywood from Memphis to shoot Kissin' Cousins, when the car breaks down on Route 66. Luckily they are not too far from George's garage and her skilled, lady mechanic fingers.

The Lou Lou Special

Fluff

Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.

The Late Night Dayton Gig

Fluff, angst, some drugged out moments.

Summary: Alex is helping her mom close up the family deli in Dayton, OH when they get a last minute rush catering order for a special VIP client.

#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis #elvis x oc #elvis one shots #banditqueenwrites #elvis smut

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stolitzfamily · 11 months ago

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♥️ ♠️ Husk ♥️ ♠️

VO(s):

Mick Lauer (Pilot)

Keith David (series)

Theme songs:

Canon:

AU:

Fave quote(s):

“STOP! Fucking Christ! You can cut the act already. It's never gonna work on me. So all you're doing is makin' an ass outta yourself with this fake bullshit."

―Husk, after Angel flirts with him in episode 1x04

Role play:

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!”

— After Husk noticed Kat’s reaction and raised his eyebrow upwards wondering why she did that before his eyes landed on T.J. and back at Kat where hers had beelined at the hybrid and he slammed the tea towel down from his shoulder. “Not you. Her.” He said to Axel after rambling to himself and pointed a claw at Kat; his gaze set on his now sheepish daughter.

Basics:

Zodiac sign: Leo ♌️ (HC)

<> It just makes sense 1. Because he’s a cat and it would be funny 🤭 and 2. The way he and Angel (who is an Aries and a fire sign) can argue heatedly

Year of Death: 1970s

Age: 60s-70s (biological)

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: -5'2

Bed type: Dominant (softdom 🤭)

Species:

• Human being (formerly)

• Sinner Demon (cat)

Occupation(s):

• Overlord (formerly)

• Concierge & bartender of the Hazbin Hotel

Nationality:

• American (Las Vegas) 🇺🇸

• Part Russian 🇷🇺

<> Accent: Yat (New Orleans)

Likes:

• Angel Dust

• Drinking

• Magic shows

• Smoking

• Gambling

• Authenticity

• Massages

<> Especially on his back

AU:

• Dropping lore out of nowhere 🤣😂

• Angel Dust’s Italian surname 🤭

Dislikes:

• Angel Dust ignoring boundaries 😂

• People being fake

• Angel Dust regressing

• Being a cat

• Alastor (partially)

<> Alastor involving him in his schemes

<> Alastor’s wrath

• Mimzy bringing trouble

• Valentino

• Niffty being overly honest about her interests

<> Niffty’s interest in BDSM

AU:

• Kat playing dramatic music (ie Jaws theme song) in the midst of an argument between Husk and Angel

• People who might negatively disrupt Angel’s progress

<> Husk initially saw Cherri as a bad influence on Angel's path of redemption and advises her not to get high during their night out. He defends Angel from Cherri's criticism about how the hotel was changing him. After the battle against the Exorcists, Husk is happy for Cherri's survival, whom he begins to respect after the fight.

Flaws:

• Alcoholic

• Incapable of love

• Gambler

• Emotional intelligence 😂

• Lost his soul in a game of cards

AU:

• Fuss over Angel Dust about physical contact (even after consented 🤣)

Strengths:

• Strength (physically)

• Observation - Husk can tell the sorts of people who are fake from those who are genuine which can be seen in “Masquerade” when he calls bullshit on Angel Dust’s porno persona

• Sympathy (selective) - Husk may not have a very high EQ (emotional intelligence) but is willing to listen to one’s problems and even give back by being knowledgeable about certain topics, depending what the subject is about

• Confrontation - Husk, similar to above, isn’t afraid to stand up for himself (or someone else) and ready to call “bullshit”

• Self-actualisation

<> Ever since losing to Alastor in a game of cards; it’s implied with Husk saying to Angel Dust “You regret the choices you make” means at some point in his life he’s actually self actualised his actions and regretted them — thus making him become “the wise old bartender who’s seen it all” — and coming to terms with the fact that he’s a loser at heart.

For examples:

<> Husk shamelessly was ready to call Angel Dust fake even after he was challenged 'to do it one more time' in the episode “Masquerade”

<> Another scenario is where he was quite content to confront Cherri Bomb about the hotel not being a problem in Angel Dust’s life

Affiliations:

• Hazbin Hotel (resident and employee)

• The Black Dot (1x04)

• Consent (1x06)

Romantic Interest:

Angel Dust Anthony (canon)

Family:

(surrogate) Daughter: Niffty

(surrogate) Daughter: Crymini (allegedly)

<> Crymini's character was still in development at the time, but Vivziepop has described Husk and Crymini's relationship as akin to a father and daughter during later development streams for the pilot, and has implied that Husk will eventually begin to try and take responsibility for her.

She described their relationship as reminding her of that of Ron and April from Parks and Rec.

AU:

Father-in-law: Henroin (estranged)

Sister-in-law: Molly

Brother-in-law: Arackniss

(surrogate) Sister-in-law: Snow Dust (OC)

(bio) Daughter 1#: Katya Dust (OC)

(Future) Daughter-in-law: T.J. Buckzo (OC)

(bio) Daughter 2#: Luster Dust (OC)

Alias/nicknames:

• Whiskers (by Angel Dust)

<> Babycakes

• Husker (by Alastor & Mimzy)

• Furball (by Mimzy)

<> Pussycat

• The Kitty (by Angel Dust)

• Captain Buzzkill (by Cherri Bomb)

• Porn Critic (by Angel Dust)

AU:

• Sensei (by Angel Dust)

<> Shadowman 🤭

<> Old Man

<> Husky

<> Barkeep

<> Tiny Bartender/ Short-stack 🤣

• Daddy (by Kat)

• Dad (by Luster)

• King of Consent (self-proclaimed)

• Sherlock/Detective (by Kat)

• Henry (AU birthname)

<> Harry

• Grumpy Cat (self proclaimed)

Friends:

• Sir Pentious (former enemy)

• Niffty

• Angel Dust (best friend— TBA)

<> Vivziepop has previously described Husk as Angel's "best friend" during later development streams for the pilot, suggesting that their relationship may be planned to greatly improve

<> In the episode "Masquerade", after Angel opens up about his situation. It is apparent that Husk is expressing more interest in Angel Dust, after seeing that he isn't as shallow as he appears to be. Angel and Husk have formed a special bond through being vulnerable and honest with each other.

Others:

Employees of the Hazbin Hotel (co-workers):

<> Charlie Morningstar (boss)

<> Vaggie

<> Niffty

<> Alastor (owner; former fellow Overlord)

• Egg Boiz (former enemies)

• Cherri Bomb (acquainted)

• Mimzy (acquainted)

• Lucifer Morningstar (acquainted)

Enemies:

• Valentino (one-sided)

• Exorcists

Abilities:

• Multilingualism (more than one or two languages)

<> Italian 🇮🇹

<> Russian 🇷🇺

<> German 🇩🇪

<> Mandarin

<> Chinese 🇨🇳

<> Spanish 🇪🇸

<> Japanese 🇯🇵

• Flight

• Sleight-of-hand

• Agility

• Musical talent

<> Singing

<> Playing the Saxophone (stated by Viv as a fact, but not actually canonically shown yet)

• Molecular Acceleration

• Skilled combat

• Mixology (cocktail-making)

• Intellect 🤭

Appearance & Personality:

Husk is an anthropomorphic avian cat demon. His look is evocative of a magician, paired with a casino referencing playing-card theme. The sclera of his eyes are black, with yellow irises and slitted pupils. He has long, red eyebrows with black vertical stripes near the tips, and a small black heart above each eyebrow.

His fur is taupe-colored, overlayed with white on his face, torso, feet, and upper arms. The insides of his ears are white with a red tip at the point and red heart in the center. A black tuff of fluff protrudes from each, creating the appearance of small hearts.

He has a darker shade of taupe encircling his ankles, mimicking spats. His tail is taupe and long, ending with a large spray of "plume-like" fur or feathers, which are dark pink with black and white stripes. He has yellow-orange hearts underneath the paws on his hands.

His wings are large and red, with dark taupe on the undersides. The undersides of his wings are decorated with black stripes which feature red and white roulette wheel dot markings. His outside of his wings are decorated with more black stripes, which wrap around the joints and run around a row of white roulette wheel dots.

Husk wears black pants with black suspenders over his shoulders and a red bowtie. He also wears a black top hat that has a red hat band and a golden button-like decoration.

How would you describe Husk’s personality?

• Mature

• Knowledgeable

• Apathetic

• Intelligent (psychologically)

• Sarcastic

• Alert

• Short-tempered

• Private

• Confrontational

• Lazy

• Resolute

<> Seen when he would constantly turn down every one of Angel’s sexual remarks

• Patient

Other (rarely):

• Fearful

<> Despite Husk’s apathetic nature (most of the time) he’s actually quite terrified of the fact that Alastor literally has his soul in his hands

• Sympathetic

<> Seen when Husk tried to make Angel Dust feel better shortly after his meltdown about being fake (and before Loser Baby starts)

• Respectful

<> During the song “Loser, Baby” Husk always offered Angel Dust — multiple times— his hand and never physically forced him to do something he didn’t want to (unlike Valentino 🤮)

• Playful (1x08)

• Protective

<> Seen when in 1x06 after Valentino backhanded Angel; Husk was ready to attack him

• Loyal

• Flirtatious (1x08)

<> You cannot tell me Husk wasn’t flirting with Angel in the last episode 🤭

As an overlord (formerly):

• Greedy

• Respected (determinant)

• Arrogant

• Power-hungry

Trivia:

• Husk is falling in love with Anthony not his persona as Angel Dust

• Both Husk & Angel acted like Niffty’s parents

• Husk is seen flying (for the first time since the series started) in episode 1x08 “The Show Must Go On”

<> Hopefully we’ll get more of this in S2 🤭

• Husk would have been 12 years older than Angel Dust (putting them roughly around the same age) if the latter hadn’t died at the age of 30 years old

<> However down in Hell Angel is actually older than Husk (because he died first before him)

• Husk’s voice deepens (more than usual) when he’s flirting with someone *coughs Angel coughs*

• Vivziepop mentioned that Husk's love-heart motif was in part a reference to the fact he is something of a softy on the inside, and "kinda sweet" deep down.

<> She stated that Husk is a cuddler and "a very fluffy, cuddly animal", but, that it's not something that just anyone gets to see, and that ultimately the only person who would get to experience that about him would be a significant other

• Husk is great with children

• Husk is described as the "protective, grumpy, drunk, angry uncle of the group", who loves gambling and cigars. He is a gambling addict and an alcoholic, who is described as actively fighting his gambling addiction in Hell.

• Although, Husk initially appears very distanced from those around him and no longer interested in meaningful relationships beyond his usual bottle of booze, he is shown to be forming a connection to the residents at the hotel. Particularly with Angel and the two can often be seen with each other at the hotel after resolving their tension in the episode "Masquerade". Vivziepop has described Husk as Angel's "best friend" during her later development streams for the pilot. She also implied that Husk may begin to take responsibility for the younger and more delinquent members of the hotel in the future.

References:

Scrolls down to the bottom his relationship with “Cherri Bomb”

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