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Just in Time | one-shot

・❥・Pairing : Elvis Presley x reader

・❥・Genre: Time Travel!AU, angst, fluff,'70s!Elvis, loosely based on the TV show 'Timeless.'

・❥・Word Count: 7.6k

・❥・Summary: You are a part of a small team of people whose job is to time travel to the past, to prevent someone and his gang from changing history. But on a mission to protect a certain famous figure from the '70s, things take a turn. You are left to face the consequences of bringing the king of rock 'n roll himself to the year 2023.

・❥・Ratings & Warnings : SFW. A lot of angst, mentions of death, brief period of Elvis being unconscious, mentions of health conditions. Nothing too major though, don't worry.

・❥・Author's Notes: Hi! So this is my very first one-shot, I guess? I've never written one before and I have no idea what is the appropriate word count for one, if I'm being honest. This can also be read as Austin!Elvis if you prefer. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Also I want to mention that this is not cross-posted anywhere else. This is my writing, please do not copy this.

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“They are taking too long, “ You said, as you nervously fiddled with your fingers. 

“They’ll be back soon. Don’t fret too much Y/N, “ Your boss, Francine, replies with her arms crossed as she portrays all confidence and calmness. You still can’t believe that it’s been three years since Francine recruited you as part of her team, and how long it took her to convince you that it wasn’t a practical joke. 

After all, who the hell would believe someone who tells you that they are offering you a job to be a time traveller? It sounds like a classical plot from a sci-fi movie, you thought. But something in the corner of your mind, perhaps that wishful thinking of the child version of you - brought you to call Francine from the number left on the business card she gave you. 

Once she met you at what she labelled the headquarters, which was really an underground bunker that seemed to be reminiscent of the dystopian movies that were once popular, you began to believe her. Well, and then she showed you a circular-type of metal vehicle with it’s contents inside involving three seats with multiple seatbelts and all the technicalities of the engine and the buttons to operate it. Then and there, Francine told you it was the time machine - and the only one ever in the world. She then told you that it has been test-driven before by herself and the scientists and engineers involved in its creation. 

And so, you accepted. 

It turned out you weren’t the only sceptic though. Francine approached two other people to be part of her team, and eventually, just like you they accepted. The actual job itself was not time travelling for the sake of time travelling. Each mission entails that you and the two other people - Ashton and Colin - were to prevent a particular man by the name of Max and his gang from changing history. They were ruthless and would go above and beyond to create havoc. With each mission, you held your breath and hoped and prayed that the three of you would return to the present time unscathed. That and successfully completing the mission. 

The three of you would always go on the missions together, as without one of you - it’ll be harder to achieve the aim. Until Francine noticed that you were more tired than usual and had a fever running, which she then decided that Ashton and Colin go ahead without you. It is not that you didn’t trust them, it’s just the anxiety of the waiting. 

And so, here you were pacing back and forth. 

“I should’ve gone with them.” You looked at Francine, in which she shakes her head. 

“You and I both know that you weren’t well enough.” 

“But I’m perfectly fine now!” 

“Now, yes. But a while ago you passed out on the couch.” 

You know that she has a point, but it still didn’t settle the nerves in your stomach. Like something has gone horribly wrong with the mission. 

You sighed, “I just have this sickening feeling that something did not go well.” You admit to her. 

“The mission was simple.” Francine argues.

You shake her head, “No, it’s not. Going back to 1972 to track down Max and his gang from possibly murdering a famous star - is anything but simple. What if they got themselves caught? Got themselves killed? What if they did more harm than good?”

“Have faith, Y/N. Ashton and Colin have done this a thousand times.”

Despite her efforts to calm you down, your anxiety cannot help but build up and you spill your thoughts. 

“Not without me they haven’t.” You say, running a hand through your face now.

“I mean, if I’m being honest why the hell is Max targeting Elvis Presley?” You shoot Francine a confused look. 

“I don’t know. We don’t know. But I do know that Max is a deviously smart man. He doesn’t do things just because.” Francine answers. 

All our past missions that you embarked on were self-explanatory. Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, The Watergate Scandal, Henry the VIII, The Second World War, The Moon Landing etc. If you ever had to protect a specific historical figure, they were mainly previous presidents, part of the government, members of monarchy for example. Never have you and the team ever encountered a mission whereby the focus is on an entertainer. Sure, it is undeniable that in the world of performers and actors, they are some that are famous no matter what. Those ones that are still so well-known despite no longer being on Earth. Elvis Presley is one of them. But you are so frustrated on why you cannot figure out why target him? Of course, there is no denying of his impact on music. But music is simply just music. 

Also, not to mention, you have been an Elvis fan since you could remember. Growing up with your grandparents endlessly playing his records whenever you would be at their house. So, although you cannot visit as often as you used to when you were younger, those same records played in your own apartment. This in itself just adds to your frustration because how could you, a very dedicated Elvis fan - not have even an inkling of an idea on why Max and his gang would target him? 

“They are coming!” One of the tech people behind the computer yells, both altering you and Francine who share a look of alert. 

A strong gust of wind blows against everyone as the time machine appears out of thin air, effectively standing still on the empty ground just opposite you, Francine and the team of tech people and scientists behind their computers. You smooth out your hair from the havoc caused by the strong wind. The engine stutters to a silence. 

You feel your heartbeat racing impossibly faster than ever. This is it. Once the door opens, you’ll have your answers to your questions. But what those answers may be - that you are unsure of. 

The door to the time machine slides open, revealing the people inside. You sigh in relief to see your colleagues and friends - Ashton and Colin. Both are breathing and are very much alive, but are sweating profusely and appear to have gone through hell and back. In summary, both are alive but it was definitely not an easy mission. But your breath gets caught up in your throat as your eyes cast over the unconscious figure that has their arms wrapped around Ashton and Colin’s shoulder. 

“Please, do not tell me that’s who I think it is.” You say in warning, clearly rhetorically. Because anyone, you don’t even have to be a fan to know that is definitely him. Sure there are hundreds of Elvis tribute artists out there, but knowing what you know in the nature of your job - that is most certainly an unconscious Elvis Presley that they are carrying. He is wearing that infamous white jumpsuit, the one with all the intricate details of the gemstones and a blue silk scarf wrapped around his neck. Rings upon rings adorned his fingers. 

“Surprise?” Colin says half-joking, half- terrified at the glare you are shooting them two. 

“You-” 

“We can explain.” Ashton interrupts, putting his hand up. 

“I defended both of you against Y/N’s concerns, you better have a good explanation for this.” Francine speaks up, her forehead suddenly knotted. 

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“. . . now do you see why we had no choice?” Ashton finishes explaining. You have been listening to their explanation for the past thirty minutes, as the famous rock ‘n roll star remains unconscious on the bed. His chest rising and falling. 

Initially, they were both sent there to protect Elvis Presley and to do it quietly. But in a turn of events, both reasonably couldn’t have avoided, they had no choice but to carry him to the time machine and just go, just as the bullets of Max and his gang rained on the exterior. They hoped to find Elvis Presley awake, but Max had other plans and planned to hurt the star while he was in his slumber in his Las Vegas penthouse. Luckily, Ashton and Colin were a step ahead and figured his plan out - but they had no second to waste. They had to act fast, with no time to really think about the consequences. And now, after hearing their story, you really couldn’t blame them for their choices. You feel that you would’ve done the exact same thing. 

“I just heard word that Max has time jumped again. November 22, 1963 Dallas,Texas.” Francine reports. 

“The assassination 0f JFK.” You respond quickly. 

All three of you begin to stand up from your seats, ready to head towards the wardrobe to change into clothing suitable for the period of time that you are about to enter. Francine, however, stops you all from getting to the door before anything. 

“Ashton and Colin go. Y/N, stay here.” Francine says. 

You begin to protest, “What? No-”

“You watch over Elvis here. You know the most about him compared to all of us here, plus you are medically trained.” Francine says. 

She was right. When Elvis wakes up, it’s not like there is the option of rushing him to the hospital in case of anything. And the usual doctor and nurse that were hired by Francine, have already left as Friday evening is quickly approaching. It was only down to you. You graduated with a bachelor’s in History and then went on to graduate from nursing school. It is only logical that you stay behind and look after Elvis. 

But, you being naturally stubborn, still persist to protest. 

You were about to argue that Ashton and Colin may need to rest as well, but seeing as they luckily obtained no injuries, left out that argument. 

“But they won’t have a historian with them.” You attempt to argue. 

Knowing that Francine saw how anxious you looked while awaiting Colin and Ashton to return, she must hear you out this time round. You don’t think you can bare another moment of that nerves of knowing it was only them two navigating their way through such a point in American history. It can’t be handled lightly. There is no way. 

“She does have a point, Francine.” Ashton says.

“Yes, they will.”

“Who?” Colin speaks up, curiously asking. 

“Me.” Francine smiles confidently. 

“I-”

“Come on, it’s only one trip. I am a historian myself, should I remind you all.” She explains, which is true. You asked her yourself when you were newly-hired on why she hired you, when she could just go on these missions herself. Her reasoning was that she was the main manager here. She is handling and managing not just the team, but the other employees and the entire operation. So, she went on to look for someone who will solely focus on fulfilling the role of historian. Luckily for her, she found you to be well-versed in history and medically competent. 

After a while of back and forth conversation, you sighed in defeat and agreed to Francine’s decision. All three of them soon boarded the time machine and disappeared into thin air. You just hoped and prayed that they all come back successfully soon. 

As Ashton and Colin have explained, they escaped with Elvis when he was in deep sleep, which he still is. Although he is not injured in anyway, you believe that it doesn’t hurt to still do your checks on him when he wakes up. It is not everyday that someone from the past travels 50 years into the future. And not to mention, someone who you know has several health conditions. 

Now that they were gone, your focus was solely on the raven-haired star that remained asleep on the bed. There were only three rooms in the underground headquarters, in case anyone in the team wanted to sleep here instead of going back to their own house. Even whilst asleep, you cannot help but admire him. Tanned skin, infamous black hair, and not to mention his many jumpsuits. You feel that even without all the glitz and glamour, he would still look effortlessly handsome. 

A groan disrupts you from staring at him, a sound that came from him. 

Shit. You think to yourself. You were still so caught up in trying to process the happenings of the last few hours, you actually haven’t mentally prepared a script or something on how you’ll respond from his questions. Because you know he’ll have questions, any sane person would. 

“W-Where am I? Goddamnit, Red! Why is the damn light so bright in here?” He curses, his hand quickly shielding his eyes from the brightness of the light above him. 

“Um. . . I-I’m sorry. I’ll dim them a little.” You say, hardly recognising the timidness of your voice. You go to the light switch and click the button to lower the brightness, then frantically go back to your chair beside him. 

But now it’s different. Now Elvis Presley has his eyes open, a beautiful blue that you only saw in photos and old videos on youtube. His eyebrows are quirked up in confusion with his eyes squinting at you, as if trying to make sense of the situation. 

“What. . . “ He trails off, “You’re not Red.” He mumbles. 

“No, I’m not.” 

He begins to sit himself up, but you were quick to stand up and gently encourage him to lay back down. 

“Please, lie back down. I promise I won’t hurt you. I-I just need to do a few checks.” You say, attempting to bring back the confidence in your voice. But with his gaze so fixated on you, as if he is studying every inch of your face, you feel yourself heat up. 

He fortunately follows your instructions, but his questions spew out. 

You get out your pen-light from your pocket and shine it into each of his eyes, noting down ‘pupils equal and reactive.’  You then instruct him to try and push back from your hands, and to raise his arms and legs. This is to test his strength and ability to follow instruction. You note down that all are normal and are competent. 

Elvis sighs, “What’s your name, honey?” He says, southern drawl prominent and you feel a weakness in your knees. 

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name. Y/N, can you please tell me what’s goin’ on?” 

You nod, still avoiding eye contact, “I will. I just need to check your vitals, okay?”

He nods. 

You fit a blood pressure cuff around his arm and take a stethoscope, listening intently to the systolic and diastolic beats. You are aware that due to his cardiac condition, he is hypertensive. The reading shows ‘140/90.’ Although you do not know his normal range, your clinical judgement says that these figures ring true with hypertensive patients. 

You then continue on to check his other vitals; heart rate, respiratory rate, oxygen saturation, temperature. All seem to be within his normal range, although he is presenting a little tachycardic - which is normal for him, and as you have yet to tell him what’s going on, you are sure anxiety mixed into it too. 

“Okay. All seem to be fine.” You conclude. 

“Can I sit up now, doll?” He asks, and you finally look at him. 

“Yeah, of course. But take it slow.” You warn him and decide to place your arms around him, helping him sit up. Once he does so, he leans against the wall and you return back to your seat. 

He looks around the room and you know that look in his eyes. The look that he is aware something bizarre is happening, his face glances to the modern technology. A flat screen TV and laptop on the table.

“I’m not in the hospital, am I?” He asks a smart question as you have just performed a nursing assessment on him. 

You shake your head, “No, you’re not in the hospital.”

“Where then? How’d I get here?” 

You took a deep breath, “Some people tried to harm you and so, my colleagues, they had no choice but to bring you here. You are safe here.”

“Where exactly is here, honey?”

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating on how to explain it all to him. Or how much you can really say to him, as it is already such a danger that he is not in his time now. But then you remember the device that Francine told you about, a device that will help him forget about all this before he goes back. 

So then you explain it to him as best as possible, leaving out a few details of course. You tell him that he is in the year 2023 and about the nature of your job. You then tell him that someone was out to get him, and that’s the only reason why he has been brought here and now. You of course left out the details about Max and his gang, and also did not mention why you have this job in the first place. You simply told him that you time travel to protect history, to make sure that everything is how it is. No further detail. Afterall, once you return him back to his time period, he will naturally forget about all of this. 

Surprisingly, he took it better than you thought. Well, he initially thought that he was in some form of afterlife due to the unusual presence of modern technologies he had never seen before. But then you reassured him that is very far from the truth. Then he thought that someone was playing a prank on him, one of the members of the MM as he said, but you quickly shut down that theory of his. But then pretty soon after all that, he was calm and believed the truth of the situation. As a fan, after reading through many books written about him, you knew that Elvis was an open-minded person. He always believed that there is always so much more than what there is, so it didn’t come much to a surprise to you when he eventually did believe that time travel is real and he is indeed half a century into the future. That and also, unbeknownst to you, how could you not believe someone so beautiful and gentle with him? He was checking you out, and you oblivious as ever, did not even realise it. 

Elvis reveals that he is hungry, just like you predicted. The entire staff has decided to do a group order from a fast food place, in which you ordered two burgers, one coke, and one pepsi. A knock resounds on the door as one of the tech people hands you what you’ve ordered, so you thank him and settle back down to your seat. 

You hand Elvis a burger and a pepsi, “Thanks honey, I could eat.” He says to you, a grin finally showing on his lips. 

You smile back at him and eat your own burger. He is quiet for a while, savouring the flavours of the food in his hands. 

He takes a sip out of the Pepsi and smirks at you, “Hmm. . . how’d you know I like Pepsi?”

You should’ve seen that question coming. You didn’t even ask what he wanted to eat and drink, and yet, you have gotten it exactly right. It can be seen as a lucky guess, but the fact that you are a fan of his - now that is a much more believable reason. 

“Uh, lucky guess I suppose, Mr Presley.” You say, completely lying to your idol. You decided you didn’t really want to reveal to him that you were a fan of his, it did not seem to be professional. 

He whistles, “Mighty guess that is. Please call me Elvis, Mr Presley is my Dad.” He chuckles, and you nod. 

“Right. Sorry, Mr Pre- uh, I mean Elvis.”

You avoid eye contact again, feeling flustered by his intense gaze. You take a sip out of your bottle of coca cola. 

“You look out of sorts. C’mere, honey.” He says. 

“What?” You turn your head back to him, so much out of avoiding eye contact. 

“Sit next to me. “ Elvis says, patting the empty spot next to him on the bed. 

You hesitate. Sitting across from him in a chair was already making you flustered, and now he wants you to sit beside him? You don’t know how you could cope - the fanatic in you and the work version of you are suddenly at war. 

“C’mon, I don’t bite. “ He smirks. 

And so you sigh in defeat, standing up and sitting beside him on the bed with your back leaning against the wall like him. He smiles now in triumph. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask a reasonable and professional question. 

You have never brought back someone from the past to the present time. Lord knows what the possible side effects could be, what those could do to the person’s body. Even more so, someone you know is already experiencing challenges with his health back in his time period. It does not go unnoticed by you that Elvis’ breathing is abnormal and it is evident in the way he talks, how he would mumble his words before pronouncing them clearly. But you know that this is not a time travelling side effect, this is how he was back then - his known respiratory issues. Nevertheless, you feel your heart pinch at the reality of seeing it all before you. 

“Better now I have something to eat. Now, I’d much prefer to talk about you.” He says his flirtatious ways are not a surprise, but nevertheless you feel your face heat up. 

You spend the next hour just talking with Elvis. You find yourself mentally pinching yourself every now and again, as the reality of it all feels incomprehensible to you who is an Elvis fan. You find him stuttering from time to time and mumbling his words, but that boyish charm and that all too well-known southern drawl in his tone. You found yourself laughing, and you are pretty sure that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You’ve heard about Elvis’ sense of humour, but experiencing it yourself is a different matter. 

However, you found that no matter how much you try to divert the conversation back to him, he persists on getting it back to you. In which you found yourself involuntarily blushing as he gazed at you intently, his eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips from time to time. An action you know could very well indicate something, but before that could really go anywhere - you turn your head away very swiftly and clear your throat. 

Reminding yourself that this is work. You are at work. Work that so happens to now involve being in a room watching over Elvis Presley. 

“I-uhm-” You sputter, trying to find something, well anything really to change the subject of conversation. Your prayers seem to have been answered by the door opening and in comes Francine. 

“How’d it go?” You quickly ask her. 

She nods, “Good. All good.” Francine replies, going with a short answer knowing that she needs to be cautious with her words, as confidentiality is key with someone from the past being in the room. 

You sighed in relief at the news, “I’m glad.” 

Francine shuts the door behind her and approaches Elvis, they exchange introductions. But you know that Francine will receive a report from you later on about how he is really doing, in terms of health. 

“Y/N, can I please talk to you outside?” Francine asks, glancing back at Elvis very briefly. 

You nod and look back at Elvis, “I’ll be back, okay?” 

He smirks, “I’m not going anywhere, honey.” 

Once you exit the room and are now in Francine’s office, you are shortly joined by Ashton and Colin. They proceed to explain the details of their mission, but all your brain could focus on is the rock ‘n roll star that is sitting down by himself only a few feet away from you. Nevertheless, you pay attention to their explanation enough to know that the mission was a success. 

“So, how has he been?” Francine asks, you know she’s referring to Elvis. 

You nod, “Fine. Nothing too crazy, which is lucky, given that he was dragged into a time machine and dropped 50 years into the future.” You emphasise, as you shot both Ashton and Colin a look. 

They both just shrugged. 

“Hey, that’s good news right.” Ashton says. 

You sighed, “We need to get him back as soon as possible. Keeping him longer than necessary, well the fact that he is even here at all is already madness itself. “ 

Even though deep down in your heart, your fan heart, you didn’t quite mind that you get to spend time with him. But you know that this is not his time, he has to go back. 

Francine nods at your words, “I agree with Y/N. The longer we keep him here, the more possible consequences it could have to the past. We can’t have that.” 

Colin speaks up, “But how do we know that Max isn’t going to go back for him?” 

You become quiet. He does have a point, one you didn’t really think over. If he is returned now, how do we know that Max isn’t just going to repeat what he already attempted the first time around?

You all grow quiet for a few seconds. 

It was Francine who was the first to speak up, “We can’t be certain. But I do know that Max’s patience is not the greatest. If he does go back, he would’ve done it by now while we are here talking. Look how fast he time jumped to JFK. I have a feeling he won’t be returning for Elvis.” She confidently concludes. 

Colin slowly nods, “Fair enough. But I say we wait a while before returning Elvis back, just to make sure.” 

“Yeah, I agree with Colin.” Ashton says. 

You all then conclude that Elvis will have to spend three more hours before he is returned back to 1973. It is now just gone 10PM, which means all three of you need to go home now and get some rest, because you never know when Max time jumps again and you need all the energy you can when that happens. On that note, Colin and Ashton go home and you are now walking back to the room with Francine to say goodbye to Elvis for now. Francine informed you that she has called back the Doctor and Nurse to watch over him in the meantime, while you go home to rest. 

You both enter the room to find Elvis has fallen asleep. You quietly approach him and tap his shoulder gently, preparing to say your goodbye. He instantly wakes up at your action, as you know that he is a light sleeper - as his chronic insomnia being one thing he tried to fight. 

“Hi, darling.” He instantly grins at you. 

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

He frowns at your words, “Goodbye?”

“Only for the meantime. I need to go home to get some sleep, but I’ll be back in a few hours.” You smile at him. 

But your words don’t seem to ease the frown on his lips. 

“Can’t you just stay here?” He asks, voice soft. 

Francine clears her throat and you almost forgot that she is in the room. 

“Don’t worry, Mr. Presley. I have the most competent medical professionals that will look after you while Y/N is resting.” Francine says.

But Elvis shakes his head, “No thanks, Ma’am. But I’m perfectly fine with Y/N.” 

You sigh at his stubbornness. 

“I assure you, they’ll take good care of you.” Francine repeats again. 

“I need to rest, Elvis. You’ll be fi-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Elvis grasps your hand and you gasp. 

“What if I come with her?” He asks, looking at Francine. 

You and Francine both share a look of shock, eyes widened. 

“Elvis, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say, knowing that this is an insane idea and judging by the look on Francine’s face she’s sharing similar thoughts. 

“Mr Presley, with all due respect, I don’t think that is a safe option for you. Y/N will return after three hours, and then we’ll get you back home.” Francine explains, hoping that it is enough to convince him. 

Elvis’ eyebrows furrowed, “You’ll take me back to my time in three hours?”

You nod, “Yeah, the hours will go by fast.” 

He is silent for a while, his head down low in thought. You exchanged looks with Francine, perhaps he’ll finally agree. 

“Even more reason why I should go with Y/N.” He speaks up and you sigh. 

“Ma’am, I appreciate your concern about my health.” He looks at Francine, “But I-I’m most comfortable with Y/N. She’s the one I know the most since being here. I promise I won’t be trouble. It’s like you say after three hours, I’ll be gone.” He pleads, eyes hopeful. 

You slightly understand his stubbornness now. He does have a point somehow, if you look at it all from his perspective. It’s not a normal circumstance at all, and the person that he really knows was you. He only trusts you. And who can blame him? It was such an unusual situation, and you know in yourself you’d be acting the exact same way if you were in his shoes. 

You are snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Francine finally say something.

“Alright. I trust you to keep your word, Mr. Presley.” Francine says, giving him a look of warning. 

Elvis smiles in triumph, “Thank you, Ma’am.” 

Francine then turns to you, “Are you okay with this, Y/N?” 

You nod, not really being able to say anything right now.

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Oh my god, this is actually happening. You say to yourself, trying to calm down and not freak out. Before leaving the headquarters, Francine was quick to warn you. She knew that you were a fan of Elvis, and of course by him being in your apartment - that is definitely crossing the line you’ve made between work life and personal life. But this is it. 

The drive to your apartment was anything but quiet, as even in the night time, the difference between the ‘70s and 2023 are strikingly standing out. This of course meant that Elivs was gawking at the difference in buildings, and the signs, the clothes people wore, and not to mention the cars that you drove past. It made your heart hurt a little to see him so excited, knowing that this will be the only time he’ll really live to see 2023. 

You’ve planned to go home to rest, but you really do think you won’t have much sleep. You’ll be too busy trying to worry about Elvis. You break out of your thoughts as you open the door to your apartment, letting Elvis enter first and then you. You quickly lock the door and flick the light on. 

“Make yourself at home. I’m just going to get changed, okay?” You tell him. 

Elvis smiles, “This is a cute place you’ve got here, honey.”

You change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable - the typical sweatpants and sweatshirt. You then opted for letting you hair down, out of the strict ponytail it was previously in. You quickly to your night skin care routine, and went back to the living room. 

You see Elvis not on the couch, as you expected, but in front of the Google Home Hub that was on your kitchen counter. His eyebrows were furrowed as he muttered curses to himself, frustration so evident. You bit back a smile at his confusion.

You walk over to him, “Hi, what are you up to?” 

He looks over to you, his eyes briefly glancing at you from head-to-toe and not in a subtle way either. He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck and points at the Google Home Hub. 

“This. The hell is this thing? What’s a tiny television doing on your kitchen counter?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at his assumption. 

“It’s not a TV. It’s like a um. . .  how could I describe it,” You mumble to yourself and then snapped your fingers.

“It’s like you know a very thin computer screen? Well, it’s that. You can search any information that you want to know, it’s like an encyclopaedia. But instead of having a keyboard attached to it, you can just tap with your fingers. But on this version, you can use your voice.” 

Elvis tilts his head at you, “Honey, I don’t know what the hell you just said.” He laughs.

You cannot help but laugh at his adorable confusion. 

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Your eyes open, awakening from slumber. You yawn, quickly glancing at the clock in your living room as it reads 12.30AM. In just thirty minutes, you’ll be meeting back up with the team at the Headquarters - ready for Elvis to go home. Speaking of, you look around in a slight panic, but sigh in relief once you see Elvis on the couch with his eyes wide open as he stares at the ceiling. You originally thought about just sleeping in your own bed, but decided it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to keep an idea on him. Instead, you opted for sleeping on the other couch right across from him in the living room. 

You spoke for a long time before you fell asleep. Both of you are so caught up in your own conversation. After of course trying to explain to Elvis the technology of today, in which he failed terribly at, but you both just laughed at it. He then went on to ask about what other ‘future things’ are available that differs greatly from the 1970s. But you also explained to him that some trends have been going in cycles and are coming back, like fashion for instance. He was quick to find your collection of vinyls, which inevitably led to him discovering your numerous vinyls of his records. He was quick to tease you about it, in which you shyly admitted that you were in fact a fan. 

But then the conversation turned from light-hearted to something a little heavier. You just weren’t prepared for it at all. Elvis noticed how whenever he would make a comment about him being an ‘old man’ in this time, you would grow silent very quickly and refuse to look him in the eye. Then again when he would question and wonder how he’d be living in this time period, so far from the young man that bursted into the scene in the 1950s. On how many people really are a fan of him, how many people remember him. Remember his music, he means. As he presumed that he retired from the music industry and just settled into family life. That is all his presumption of where he is in 2023. 

But then he caught you simply nodding hesitatingly at his theories, and he knew then and there that there was something you were hiding. You knew that before he leaves this time, his memories will be erased anyway, and so you told him. You told him about his unfortunate ending in this world. 

It was difficult for you to tell him, as you saw how watery his eyes got in seconds and how he was shaking his head in refusal of the truth. You couldn’t help but approach him and wrap your arms around him, wishing and hoping that it was different. You know that hugging him is not professional, but this one time, you had to make an exception. 

You saw that it was already 11PM now, it was time to get rest. You knew that your eyes were growing heavy, but you were worried about Elvis, knowing that sleep never was easy for him. But he assured you to not mind him, and just close your eyes. 

Now, it was 12.30am and you are curious to know if he had any shut eye. 

“You’re awake.” You say, and he turns his head to you with that smile of his. 

“I woke up just a little while ago, don’t worry.” He replies. 

You nod and you are unsure of what to say. Your last conversation before falling asleep was a heavy subject. 

“You know, I wished you lived in my time.” He jokes. 

“Why?”

“I-It’s hard to find people to talk to about all the stuff I wanna talk about. You know, they brush it off and are never really interested in it all.” He says, referring to earlier times when you let him speak extensively about all the spiritual books that he’s read and his questions about the universe, and the world in general. 

You are unsure how to respond, “I’m sorry. “ knowing that he always found it difficult to have someone to talk to about his interest, as everyone, even his closest friends laughed at him and didn’t really listen. 

“It gets so lonesome sometimes.” He continues, and you feel pain in your heart for him.

“And I ain’t stupid, you know. I know when a girl is pretending to be listening to me just because they want something else from me. But not you. And I don’t think it’s because it’s your job,” He shakes his head, “I think it’s just cause you are a good person. I can see that.” 

You smile, glad that he feels that way. 

“Thank you, Elvis. But you really are smarter than you give yourself credit for. Nothing you ever say can be too much or crazy.” You say to him, and he stands up and approaches you. 

He is silent, but his gaze keeps flickering from your eyes and your lips.

“Damn, how I wish I’d met you in my time.” He whispers, and then slowly you find him planting a kiss on your cheek. Your face heats up as he pulls away, and he is grinning at your flustered expression. 

Not long after, you receive a call from Francine that it’s time to meet back at the headquarters. You quickly change into your work uniform, grab your car keys and head out the door with Elvis. The drive back to the headquarters was quiet. 

Once entering, you immediately are greeted by Ashton, Colin and Francine. Francine tells you that she has decided that you join the team now in returning Elvis to his time period, after all, he’ll forget about this all anyway once you land there. Francine instructs you that to wipe his memory, you’ll have to wrap a bracelet around his wrist, which will make him fall into a slumber. Once he is asleep, the bracelet will shine green indicating that his memory from this event has been successfully removed, and you can then take off the bracelet. 

“Well, it was nice seeing 2023 even if it was short.” He says, grinning and then goes on to thank Francine. 

You were surprised at first on why Francine told you that Ashton won’t be coming on this trip. It will only be you, Elvis, and Colin. But Francine explained that Ashton opted out to get more rest, and besides, there’s only three seats in the time machine. Colin and Elvis went ahead on being seated and putting seatbelts on. 

This is when you pull Ashton aside, “You are the most energetic person I know, Are you okay?” You bombard him with questions. 

Ashton chuckles, “I’m more than okay, Y/N. “

“Then why did you-”

He leans over to your ear to whisper, “You are a huge fan of his. This will mean more to you than it will to me.”

You look at him in surprised, “Thank you.” You say to him sincerely. 

He simply smirks and ushers you to hurry, “Go, now. Before the machine leaves without you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

It was quick. Next thing you know, you have landed. After regaining initial shock from being in the ‘70s, you feel yourself become upset at the prospect of saying goodbye to Elvis. You know that you have to do this. But from all the conversations you’ve had in such a short period of time, being that close to him - you wished it never ended. 

But it will now, because now you are both standing in his hotel suite. Colin already said his goodbyes, as he waited outside the door. 

“Quickest trip I’ve ever been on, a plane has nothing on that machine.” He jokes, in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

You simply chuckle. 

“So, this is the part where you’ll make me forget?” He confirms, eyes downcasted. 

You nod, “Yeah.”

He has already explained how the bracelet will work. 

“Do you have to?” He asks, voice soft and gentle and you almost want to say ‘No, I don’t want to.’

You smile a little at him, “You know I do. It’ll mess-”

“Mess history up, I know.”

Silence.

“What if you stay?”

How you wish it were that easy. 

You shake your head, “You know I can’t do that, Elvis.”

He sighs, knowing you are right. He belongs in this time and you belong in yours. It’s just such a cruel thing that the one person he feels connected to, more than anyone else, happens to be you - a girl very, very far away from him. He almost cursed at the universe on why it had to be this difficult. 

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. “ He finally says, as he takes a seat on his bed. 

“It was no problem at all. “ You say, words are suddenly hard to find. 

“Are you ready?” You ask, in which he nods and takes a deep breath. 

You place the bracelet around his wrist, and in a matter of seconds - his eyes close. You were quick to hold onto the back of his head, as you gently placed his head on the pillow. You then propped up his legs, so now that he was in a comfortable position as he sleeps. The bracelet turns green, and you remove it from him. 

Perhaps you didn’t realise it then, but now you do - tears spill from your eyes, slowly staining your cheeks. A whirlwind of emotions escape your heart - the last hours of being with him, and the reality of his ending. You wished you didn’t have to make him forget, in hopes that he’ll change his ways and live longer. But you knew you couldn’t do that. 

As you look at the raven-haired man in front of you, you gently leave a kiss on his cheek and whisper to him, “I’ll always remember you.” 

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Elvis is awoken from his sleep by Jerry, who tells him that rehearsals start soon and he should get something to eat. But Jerry’s words escape Elvis’ focus. 

“E.P?” Jerry says, trying to catch his attention. 

“Yeah?” Elvis replies.

“You okay?” Jerry asks, worry evident on his face. 

Elvis furrows his eyebrows, “Yeah, I'm good. I just had this really strange dream, man.” 

“What dream?”

“Well, I can’t really tell if it was a dream. It was dark but there was this voice, a woman’s voice.” Elvis explains, his forehead knotted in confusion. 

Jerry wanted to ask if it may be his mother. 

But Elvis confirms that it’s certainly not, “It wasn’t my mama. No, this voice is different.” 

Jerry crosses his arms over his chest, “What was the voice saying?”

Elvis shakes his head and looks back at his friend, “She kept saying the same words over and over again.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll always remember you.” 

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It has been a few weeks now since Elvis returned to his time, and so you went back to your normal life. It was hard at first, trying to process the reality of everything that happened. You know it’s different now though whenever you listen to his music, a different kind of feeling. 

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that again?” You say into your phone. You were on the phone to your best friend, who was planning a surprise for their partner, and so he needed your help. Now he was saying the address to the surprise location, and you frantically were trying to find a piece of paper to jot down the address. 

You go through magazines and post-it notes filled with phone numbers and random lists written down. You finally find a small blank piece of paper, slipped in the very corner of one of the magazines on the coffee table. You click your pen and are ready to scribble down the address, but pause when you find out the paper isn’t exactly blank as you remove it from inside the magazine. 

Your eyes quickly trail off the words written, “Um sorry, can I call you back?” You say to your friend on the phone, in which he agrees and you both end the phone call. 

You gasp in disbelief because there on the paper was his handwriting. It read:

‘Thank you for listening and being there for me. You helped me more than you think, Y/N. Don’t forget me.’ E.P.

You were certain that it was his handwriting. You can’t believe it. There you were thinking that you’ll only have a memory of him, but now there is this. Something that you can treasure forever and you can’t help, but think that sometimes life has it’s way of gifting you small miracles. . . just in time. 

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"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." - Anais Nin.

Hello! I'm Rose. *waves* I have one on-going fic on wattpad, other than that all my writings are on here.

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symbols; ♠️ - smut, 🌸- fluff, 🍁- angst

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yours truly (🌸🍁) - elvis x female oc In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

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kismet, kismet (🍁🌸♠️) - 1970s!elvis x asian female oc Angel Song grew up in a strict, Korean household. Molding her into the perfect 'good girl.' Through a strange case of serendipity, she finds herself face to face with Elvis Presley, the one person who just might threaten to shatter the glass of her good-girl act.

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just in time (🌸🍁) - 70s!e x reader your job is to time travel to the past. but on a mission to protect a certain famous figure from the ‘70s, things take a turn. You are left to face the consequences of bringing the king of rock ‘n’ roll himself to the year 2023.

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little black dress (♠️) - 70s!e x reader After being a devoted Elvis Presley fan for more than a decade, you and your best friend manage to miraculously score tickets for his Las Vegas show. You wear a classic little black dress, as your best friend decides it's the perfect opportunity to wear it for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, what you believed to be a 'plain' outfit choice seemed to have caught the eye of a certain someone.

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breathe in, breathe through, breathe out (🍁🌸) - 70s!e x reader

a year with you (🌸) - 70s!e x female reader

Beautiful just beautiful 🫶💕

halley's comet. ୭۰ ׅ ∗ ࣪ ˖

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pairings : elvis presley x female reader.

summary : your life with elvis, told from your daughter's perspective.

includes : elvis only has eyes for reader in this, angst? angst, elvis is an asshole to priscilla, young actress!reader, grooming in a way (not from elvis' part but by a random character that is reader's partner first), reader is oversexualized, normal misogyny from the 50s - 60s.

author's note : okay so i had this idea for a while and i've been working on this while listening to billie's music so yeah

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when you get older, you realize a bunch of stuff and you daughter, maisie, realized you and elvis didn't have a great life.

you loved each other dearly but there was always something or someone holding you both back.

she likes to watch the home videos your and elvis' friends would record of the both of you because it gives her a sense of peace that the both of you could live together for at least a while.

you were seventeen when you met elvis presley for the first time. you were a famous actress, not as famous as marilyn monroe, natalie wood or rita hayworth but you were bagging roles. you started at a young age, landing a protagonist role at fourteen of marlon brando's stepkid in a cowboy movie. you were praised from left and right when people saw your great talent on the big screen and from there, you started to star in some other movies. when you had your fifteen birthday, you were already nominated to a golden globe and were in thoughts of executives for the oscar.

fifteen year old you sitting there in the golden globe room, crying when your name was announced as the winner.

you were already a big thing. so you had to be careful.

despite your talent, nobody could deny that the main reason you landed roles were because of how beautiful you were. your smile, your laugh, your voice and your mannerisms made you climb to the top. sadly, lot of older men tried to take advantage of it.

one of them got to you, he was nor as famous as you were but he was a writer; a recognized one at that. you both met when you were sixteen and he was thirty-one. no one warned you about it. no one told you it was wrong for someone his age to be with someone your age. so, you both started dating.

you were enamored by him, totally impressed by his stories and achievements not realizing he was bullshitting you and half of his "achievements" were trash comparing them to your golden globe. but you never said anything, because you were naive, you thought you were with the man of your life.

it started breaking when in a celebration to your nineteen birthday party, you met elvis, who was a guest of many people you didn't bother to ask how did they knew him or why did they invited him.

he was starstruck at meeting you, he knew who you were and you knew who he was.

“ i be damned... y/n in flesh. ” his southern accent exclaimed, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

you smiled. “ mr. presley. ” you said as a greeting but it made elvis grimace.

“ please. elvis. ” he sighed. “ that made me feel like an old man, y/n. ”

“ well, ” you retrieved your hand, the drink in your other hand making some noise as ice hit the glass. “ you are older than me for five years after all. ”

elvis rolled his eyes in a playful manner makings you chuckle. “ god, doll, that's way less than other people i saw here. ”

you didn't mind the pet name, executives called you sweetheart all the time and the press called you 'the delight of Hollywood', you were pretty used to it.

“ true, true. ”

after that, you and elvis were laughing at the whole night.

“ y/n, elvis! ” someone called the both of you, making you turn and elvis look at the person behind you. “ smile! ”

the both of you posed for the camera, you with a smile and a tilting head while elvis wrapped his arm in your shoulder.

that photo was kept in elvis' jacket the day after.

elvis just couldn't forget you and you couldn't forget him.

sadly, when your pr manager found out you were hanging out with the rebel elvis presley he shut down the idea of you being friends with him.

“ but-. ”

“ no, y/n. you don't understand. you have a very good reputation and he could ruin it in seconds. roles, gone! opportunities, gone! all because of s boy! ”

you hung your head in shame. because you understood his frustration.

just days before the party you saw the headlines of newspapers calling elvis names and saying awful things about his dance moves. but you honestly didn't care. so what if he shakes his hips? so what if he winks at girls? isn't that what men do everyday? they just hate he does it because they know that, in elvis' context, is black people's moves.

you had black friends, you were even great friends with eartha kitt so you didn't understand why people were against you being with him.

but you nodded, promising to never talk to him again.

elvis had other plans.

he called you one night.

“ y/l/n residence? ” you asked as you took off your makeup for the night.

“ my girl. ”

you stopped whatever you were doing when that voice reached your ears.

“ elvis? ” you asked, confused in how he got your number.

he laughed. “ hello, candy. ”

you unconsciously smiled at the nickname. he decided to give it to you when he told you about how the first thing he saw about you was the way everyone called you 'Hollywood's delight'.

“ elvis. ” you repeated before blinking. “ how you got my number? ”

“ had to pull some strings. ” he just said and you knew no matter what you did, he wouldn't tell you anything.

“ okay, i see you, cowboy. ” you teasingly said, oblivious to elvis' smile.

“ cowboy, huh? ” he replied making you roll your eyes.

“ watch it. i already have a boy. ”

you stayed the whole night talking with him, though, ignoring your partner as he laid in bed.

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the day elvis told you about his enlistment was the worst day of your young life. you were eighteen, your birthday had just passed and you couldn't believe he was already leaving you.

you saw him the day of your birthday, with his big smile and present in hand.

he told you in a phone call, it was late and you were barely awake. you couldn't help the sobs that left your lips.

“ aw, candy. ” elvis cooed, wanting to be there for you; comforting you. “ i'll be back sooner than you think, don't worry about ol' me. ”

you sniffed, cleaning your nose before looking to your wall. a candid of elvis and you in your birthday pasted with some photos of your family around it.

“ what am i supposed to do. ” you whispered. “ you are my best friend. ”

before elvis could say something, you hung the phone and rolled over your bed, ignoring your boyfriend; soon to be fiancée when he called after you.

the day of his enlistment went public hours after you woke up so you thought: fuck it.

this was going to be the last time you would see him in four years so you better say goodbye the way you wanted to.

with your best outfit, an outfit that would later be popular among young women, you went to the bus that would take elvis and a bunch of other young men to germany.

the sight of you made the crowd so shocked that you it allowed you to walk through them, some cheers were heard and after you entered; did the crowd started to scream.

you looked around before your eyes landed in elvis, who was saying his greetings to officers before he turned thanks to the screams of your name by the press.

everyone would call that moment as the "moment where two movie stars where two normal teenagers".

you ran to him, hugging him and kissing his cheek in ecstasy. elvis returned the affection, holding his you with strength; closing his eyes as he prayed to God to keep you safe while he was away, kissing your head and lulling you to the side.

“ candy. ” he whispered and with that, you felt like you could pass out.

some officers started to interrupt the moment, claiming elvis had to get on the train before its too late for the meeting on Germany.

you nodded, clearly not wanting to upset anyone while elvis just looked at you, his enormous bag on his right shoulder supported with his hand while the other one held yours.

the crowd was ecstatic at the sight of the both of you.

elvis went on the bus, quickly sitting on the sit where the window was open, taking half of his body out as he still wanted to see you.

no one could hear the conversation between the both of you.

on the press' videos, you could be seen giggling and nodding to him while he held your cheeks, standing on the heel of your feet to have him hold you.

and it wasn't until you grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, with elvis returning it with joy, that everyone went crazy.

the intense clicking of photos, the whistles of boys, the jealous sounds of boys and girls, some hitting inside the bus made by his fellow partners.

' the rebel and the girl next door. '

' Hollywood's delight: elvis presley's delight. '

' y/n says adieu to her american boy. '

those were the few outlets that newspapers published with the photo of you kissing elvis in the cover.

you broke up with your older boyfriend the next day.

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if anyone were to ask priscilla: did you like y/n?

she would smile and nod now.

then, not so much.

young priscilla beaulieu, younger than you by four years, was starstruck with elvis when she first met him.

excitedly chatting with him all day, telling him his stories and complaining about his family while elvis payed attention and laugh while she faked his daddy's voice.

elvis left with the thought of you staying in a relationship with that older man that didn't knew how to treat you right.

he would say that to you before but every time you would shake your head and beg him to drop the subject.

so, he saw in priscilla an opportunity of trying to be a better man.

maisie knew that what his dad did was cruel, using priscilla to be a better boyfriend whenever you were ready for him.

priscilla never knew about your life with elvis, or about you in general, she was mainly protected by his father who didn't allow her to read gossip magazines or see full American TV.

so imagine her surprise when she traveled to USA and the first thing she saw when she hit the streets was a big cardboard of a twenty year old you, smiling cheekily with your head turned behind you with your backside facing the public that passed by the big theater, promoting your movie 'baby, kissing is hard'.

as priscilla would later recall in interviews, she immediately felt jealous. she remembered how elvis talked about his life before the army, how fondly he talked about a girl named 'candy' but no matter how many times she asked him who was she, elvis would shook his head and shrug before changing the topic.

when priscilla arrived to Graceland, elvis wasn't there; vernon told her he went just for some things and that he wouldn't take long. she got comfortable, looking around in awe while her suitcase was left beside the door.

it wasn't until she walked to the stairs, taking a turn that she gasped.

a poster of the same actress she saw a cardboard of was there. well preserved. with a frame to keep it from wasting away.

it was a caricature of gene kelly holding you while looking at you fondly, your head slightly turned to look at him just the same. a small drawing of you and him dancing was next to it.

“ did you see the big cardboard of that actress in a theater? close to here? ” priscilla asked elvis while they were dining in Graceland, elvis tilted his head quite confused at the question.

“ i don't think i did. ” he softly said before grabbing a piece of chicken with his fork.

“ she looked beautiful. ” priscilla murmured.

elvis took her hand, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumb. “ you're beautiful. ”

priscilla gave a small smile before dropping the topic. she felt like she was about to throw up.

later in her book priscilla would say how that night she cried herself to sleep, trying to not wake elvis next door, feeling like her heart was being ripped out.

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it wasn't until 1962, that elvis and you reunited again.

you were twenty two, he was twenty seven.

it was a party celebrating the 'return of fun-loving films', executives, actors and directors as well were invited.

when you arrived, alone, you quickly looked through the crowd before going to a corner with a small drink.

oblivious to the fiery look elvis presley sent your way.

onlookers would later say that 'elvis looked like he was holding himself back from grabbing y/n by the waist and dippin' her to a kiss.'

'he looked like he was about to cry by the mere sight of her.'

“ candy? ”

you slightly turned your head, eyes wide when you recognized that handsome face.

“ elvis. ” you said so softly you got a sense of dejá-vu.

“ candy! ” he exclaimed before hugging you to which you returned with a laugh and a hug more harsher than his.

“ oh my god! ” you screamed, grabbing the attention of some people around you who quickly rolled their eyes and returned to their conversations.

“ candy, my sweet candy. ” he mumbled before letting you go. “ i missed you. ”

“ i missed you more! ” you chuckled, leaving your drink in a table near you. “ where have you been? ”

elvis shrugged. “ filming, y'know. ”

you quickly nodded. “ of course! heard you're filming some big movies, huh. ” you teasingly said, punching him on his shoulder as he shyly laughed.

“ that's right. ” he nodded before pointing at you.

quickly knowing what he wanted to know, you answered. “ same. movies around my agenda. ” you sighed, shrugging, trying not to show how tired you were. “ not that excited. ”

elvis nodded. “ saw your, uh. ” he cleared his throat. “ musical. with that guy... ” he trailed off.

you raised your eyebrows in a questioning manner. “ gene? ”

️️ ️️️️️️️️he snapped his fingers. “ gene! how is he? ”

you looked at him with a incredulous look. “ you jealous, presley? ”

elvis had to look the other way, ignoring how beautiful you looked as you laughed at him.

he could've died happily right there and then.

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priscilla would find out about that years later but she could sense elvis distancing himself from her.

when she moved to Graceland, the first thing she asked of elvis was to remove the poster.

as a way of pissing her off more, she speculates, he changed the poster with a much bigger photo of you in a photoshoot where you were posing in a short tight white dress with sparkling lines, your body being accentuated perfectly, your hair and makeup was made beautifully, the smile and wink that you shared was sinful. priscilla swears she could've ripped that photo if it wasn't for the glass covering it.

that was the first fight she ever had with him.

and she would later say 'most fights would start with me mentioning her and him being all defensive. she was the love of his life and he didn't want to admit she had him wrapped around his finger.

she could've told him to leave me stranded in the middle of the road and he would've done it.'

priscilla later on admitted to not have any harsh feelings towards you anymore since she knew that you didn't had any idea how elvis could be in his worst moments.

“ every day i would have to walk those stairs and see her pretty face looking at me, mocking me: almost like telling me she has my husband's heart and soul for herself. — the worst thing is that if she would've done that in the moment, i would've sighed and told her she was right. ”

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it wasn't until elvis realized his career was going downhill that he came to you.

“ i want to be with you so bad. ” he sniffed, tears rolling down his face; allowing himself to be sensitive.

you shook your head, kissing his hair, comforting him how you could. “ sh, it's okay. ” you said, knowing that whatever he was saying was going to be because of the spur of the moment. “ you can cry here. ” you whispered.

elvis allowed himself to cry harder.

“ i just want to do music. ” he sobbed. “ is that such a crime? ” he hid himself on the crook of your neck, as you used to do when you were eighteen and insecure about everything. now he was the one insecure about everything. how funny life is, huh.

“ elvis. ” you grabbed his cheeks, delicately, kissing the bridge of his nose to shut him up. which worked. “ you are the elvis presley, you hear me? you are one of, if not the, icon of rock and roll music. you created a wave no one will be able to top. and believe me when i say, whatever you sing, whatever you decide to do, will be true because you want it. not the colonel, not your own fans, you. ”

elvis looked at you with teary eyes, trail of his tears on his cheeks.

“ what do you want to do? ” you asked. “ what does elvis presley wants to do? ”

“ who is the real elvis presley? ”

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in the middle of the comeback special, elvis talked to priscilla and, as she feared, with elvis' success coming back; it was expected for you to come back with it.

“ i will never forget how 'shifty' he was, his hands playing with his suit as he told me he wanted a divorce.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️" i love her 'cilla. " he said with such a sweet voice that it made me want to cry.

'how could've i lost him so quickly?' i thought. 'how could i be so naive to think i was the love of his life after all this time? how could've i ever think i would be able to replace her?'

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️" i know. " i said with a shrug. because i knew.

he would always choose her. ”

priscilla would later know that you never knew elvis was in a marriage as you admitted to him that you lived far from the city, no tv signal to exist near you as you hated the press and their nose in your life. elvis took advantage of it and just tried to keep it a secret.

maisie was furious with you and him when she found out, she was seventeen- probably sixteen when she found all the old photos of you and him at the time he was supposed to be with priscilla. she knew the small story about them since her dad would say he was with someone before her mom but that her mom was always the only one for him.

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when you and elvis got married, two months after the comeback special, the news were having a field day.

'destiny brings lovers together!'

'success, it always comes with a girl.'

'ICONS TOGETHER AGAIN.'

you were twenty nine and he was thirty four.

elvis would always describe to his friends the time where he was married to you as the most happiest moments of his life.

jerry would later on write on his book:

“ elvis would be amazed at anything she would do. everyone loved her, obviously, she wasn't only elvis' love, she was a great friend to all. she helped every single one of us. and you couldn't help but love Hollywood's delight. but what kind of love elvis had for her was more great than anything anyone can dream of. ”

maisie found home tapes later on her life. she was probably nineteen when she found the first one.

in it, you and elvis were in Graceland's garden.

you were playing with the puppy elvis bought, which you named 'caramel' because of her golden fur, while elvis sat behind you; surrounding you with his arms and smiling fondly at the sight in front of him.

there was one moment in it that made maisie cry everytime.

you would smile and point at caramel. elvis would nod and chuckle before grabbing your hand in his and rest his chin on your head.

it seemed so romantic. so cute. so... you.

you transformed elvis into someone so soft and romantic, turning his passion towards music to your relationship.

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nine months after your marriage with him, you welcomed a new family member.

maisie jean presley. a cute babygirl that had elvis' nose and your lips.

the photos of you, taken by friends, coming out of the hospital with her on your arms and elvis smiling at his favorite girls hit the tabloids to elvis' request. saying he wanted to show everyone he found another love in this life besides you.

maisie would later see those home tapes.

those home tapes were you sat on the couch with baby maisie of one month on you lap, pointing at the camera while your baby babbled nonsense; making you laugh.

one thing maisie could remember about you is your smile.

it was such a comforting smile, that type of smile that makes someone turn around to keep watching it, a motherly smile.

you would smile when elvis would sometimes punish her for being a bad girl.

you would smile when you would bake her and elvis some pastries.

you would smile while acting with elvis some fairytale story, you as the damsel in distress with elvis being the superhero that saved you.

you would always smile. maisie never saw you sad.

but you were. more when elvis, maisie and you moved to las Vegas.

elvis reassured you that it would be only a performance.

later on, fans would say that elvis couldn't have known the colonel's mischief so he had told y/n the truth.

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your fights started when you caught elvis flirting with girls on hotel, sometimes he wouldn't even pretend he would straight up wink and giggle with some random pretty girl.

meanwhile, you were standing behind him, maisie on your hip.

“ baby-. ”

“ fuck you. ” you harshly say as you try to make maisie a sandwich, your back facing elvis.

he put his hands on his waist, shaking his head. “ darling, listen to me. i love my fans. ”

you didn't answer.

“ baby. ”

you still didn't answer. elvis sighed.

“ you know that- you're an actress, you should understand! ” he angrily said.

“ was! ” you pointed at him with a knife. “ was, elvis! i quitted to take care of maisie! ”

you harshly spread the mayonnaise on the bread, putting ham after.

“ because you told me you could work for the both of us, because you said we would be provided-. ”

“ YOU ARE! ”

“ AT WHAT PRICE?! ” you threw the knife to the sink, closing the sandwich before turning towards him.

silence engulfs the moment.

“ you are always working. maisie barely sees you, elvis. ” you say with tears in your eyes. “ she doesn't even remember you enough to draw you in family portraits. ”

elvis turns to a side, shaking his head.

“ so think about what you love most. your fans or your family. ”

you walked past by. not before muttering: “ i chose my family. ”

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the last home tape maisie found was one where you and her were at the park, elvis on a fancy suit while you tickled maisie.

a picnic table on the background with some of elvis' friends behind playing football.

you seemed happy, you were laughing and smiling to the camera, your actress charm keeping itself known.

elvis would do goofy faces when the camera was pointed towards him before laughing and pointing at you as he screamed 'record her! she has a better face than i do! ”, the camera panning to you with a dead stoic face; holding your laugh.

maisie would say on an interview that 'even though my parents weren't perfect, they suited each other. i will always blame the colonel, that motherfucker, for ruining their life.'

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elvis woke up one day to find you packing a small bag on silence, your hair and makeup done.

“ b-baby? ” he whispered.

“ i'm leaving. ” you said, sniffing. you were crying.

elvis immediately woke up. “ what. ”

you moved around the room, grabbing a small lace scarf before running out of the room.

he didn't waste any time in standing up from bed, running after you.

“ candy! ” he said on the hallway, successfully making you stop in the middle of it, turning to him.

elvis' heart broke at the sight.

red eyes with wet trails on your cheek and puffy lips.

“ what? ” you softly asked.

“ you leaving? ” he asked with that soft broken voice that made your heart sore.

you couldn't bring yourself to answer with words so you just nodded.

elvis shrugged. silence. then he started walking down the stairs. “ i can do better. ”

“ no-. ” you quickly went to the elevator and the sound of elvis' hurried steps behind you made you run but before you could leave, he grabbed your knees, kneeling.

“ please don't! ” he screamed, fully crying. almost the same as that day where he felt his career going downhill, where he felt lost, his only light being you.

why is his light leaving him?

“ please, please, please. ”

you took his hands in yours before kneeling. “ i can't do this. ” you admitted, elvis shook his head but you quickly followed. “ i can't, elvis. ”

he sobbed.

“ maisie needs a father. ” you sobbed and elvis could've get less hurt by a stab on his heart than the sound piercing his eyes. “ and i need my husband back. ”

you threw his hands off you and quickly left the hallway, deciding to take the stairs.

elvis couldn't do anything else than stay there. kneeling on the floor with his hands on his laps. messy hair and red eyes as he just laid there.

you would come back, wouldn't you? god, please. bring my baby back to me.

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it wasn't until 1973 that elvis truly knew heartbreak.

'y/n found dead by staff on her secret house.'

'y/n's dead.'

you were thirty four.

elvis' friends would always avoid with their eyes whenever someone would ask how elvis coped with your death.

jerry remembers him full on sobbing on his hotel room bed, hugging a pillow that was covered by a nightgown you left years ago. grimacing at elvis' heartbreaking sobs as he begged god to bring you back to him.

“ he would scream, full on screaming, begging God to bring y/n back. he promised that he would stop being the icon elvis presley, he would be only y/n's husband and maisie's father, that he would cherish her more, that he would choose her.

but God denied it. ”

elvis didn't assisted to your funeral. maisie would later on know that the reason for it was because elvis was so devastated he couldn't bring himself to go there. to see you one last time, laying on a casket, lifeless, with no smile to welcome him.

how could you do this to him? you promised to be there for you, always. forever.

why are you not beside him?

why can't you just come back?

he was experiencing the same pain he felt when his momma was taken from him, suddenly losing someone so dear to you...

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elvis was never the same after that.

maisie went on to live in Graceland, vernon looking after her while elvis performed. the only time maisie was able to see her father was when he would come back and hug her, spending the whole night with her. not bothering to sleep.

' i need to be with my baby. ️️' he would say everytime jerry or his father would beg him to sleep at least a minute.

because elvis didn't want maisie to feel the same pain he felt. elvis didn't want maisie to forget you. she was barely five.

“ daddy. ”

elvis turned to look at maisie who was sitting on her bed, elvis besides her reading her a story.

“ yes, peanut? ” elvis softly asked.

maisie's tiny nose moved like a bunny before her lips started trembling. elvis frowned as he left the small book on her night stand.

“ oh, no, what's the matter, baby? ” he asked as he brought maisie to his lap, lulling her from side to side.

“ i don' wanna forget mommy. ” maisie softly said, breaking into sobs at the mere mention of you.

elvis immediately looked away, he was like her, at the mere mention of you he could cry.

“ no. ” he shook his head before looking at her with teary eyes. “ you won't forget mommy, ya' hear me? ” he sternly said, maisie nodded. “ mommy is hard to forget. ” he whispered as he hugged his daughter, who clung to him as if he was about to dissappear.

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everyone would later on speculate on what made elvis fall harder into drugs. was it the constant reminder of you not being there anymore? his job? the responsibility of maisie? the colonel's constant overload of work?

perhaps everything just crashed in him.

maisie smiles as her finger trails your smiling face before trailing to elvis' cheeky smile, baby maisie in the middle looking at her parents with love.

she knows you were not perfect neither was her father, she wishes the both of you could've had more time.

she shakes her head, quickly saving the pictures in the same box he found them in, she sighed as a smile appeared on her face.

what's she saying? you and elvis are together. up in heaven. looking after her.

she stands up and brushes her hands on her pants for the dust to leave. she looks around.

your favorite color decorating the wall, elvis' posters above your bed, pictures of your mother and father in your nightstand. just as it was left the day you left your hometown to live in Graceland.

maisie leaves the room and the small click of the door is the only sound left.

you are resting now. and so is elvis.