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||following Presley||

An Elvis fanfiction

~series warnings- smut, lots of angst, abuse, rejection, anger, fighting, strong language, denial, things that sound suicidal, death of multiple people, breakups, drama-

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Following presley

A few years past, Elvis and you had made up of course—you actually lived with him now in Graceland. Made a life with your best friend.

Elvis was going from girl to girl now, running around on his girlfriend. You of course slapped him in the face for doing it but it didn't stop him so you just gave him a look anytime he brought it up.

His mama didn't like it either, they fought a lot. They were insane when they fought, anger issues against anger issues. It was not a good time to hear the words they spit at each other.

Right now though, it wasn't any better. Gladys screamed, Elvis screamed louder.

Words you NEVER wanted to hear left Gladys' mouth. "You're leavin' for the army? An' ya thought it was a good idea to keep it a secret?" Gladys huffs. "I wasn' gonna keep it a secret mama i just didn' have the time" he says with a sigh.

They went back and forth for a while. Your mind was clouded with the thoughts of elvis going to the army. The boy you had to spend your every waking moments trying to stop loving the way you do—was leaving for the army.

6 months later

You were sitting in your room, messing with a few of the necklaces elvis had gotten you. Running your finger over the gold, praying maybe he'd just appear. Then you heard it.

The noise that changed everything, a loud thud. You rushed up and followed where the noise had come from. Gladys. She had collapsed.

From that point on it was all foggy. You don't remember the 911 call, the trip to the hospital, the call telling elvis he needed to come home. It all just mixed together. Even the next few days of elvis getting home mixed up together.

Then gladys died. That day crumpled you down completely—elvis felt it even more. His mama, his life, his everything. Died.

He left that morning and went to the hospital. He came home with vernon—you stayed back to help with getting things ready. Honestly it was too much, you couldn't handle it.

Once he got home his cheeks were tear stained, his eyes heavy. He made it halfway up the stairs and sat down with a sigh. "Cant make it up.." he says, looking over at you as you round the corner.

"El..hey..you have to go lay down.." you say, going up and sitting by him, your hands pushing his hair over, out of his face.

"I don' wanna move.." he says softly, laying his head against your shoulder. "Okay but you need to lay down..please.." you say softly, he nods and moves down. He lays his head on your lap and sighs softly.

"I cant be here without her..she can't actually be gone.." he breathes out. Your heart broke for him piece by piece.

He stayed silent after that, waiting for her to come through the door. Begging in his head for her to come through the door. Hoping maybe this was a dream or sick joke. It wasn't though. He knew it better than anyone.

"I love you El" you say softly, leaning down and kissing his head.

"I love ya too..i love ya so much..so did mama" he whispers, closing his eyes and sighing.

You had managed to get him in bed after a little, turning away to leave—he grips your hand and shakes his head. "Stay please..don' wanna be alone..i don' feel good" he mumbles, you nod softly and lay with him, feeling his head and biting your lip at the warmth.

"You're burning El.." you say softly, searching his face. His lips are on yours, completely outta nowhere.

"Mm..El..hey, we cant do that. You have a girlfriend.." you say softly, looking over his face.

"I know..but i just..i want you.." he says with his puppy dog eyes before kissing you again, this time you let it happen—kissing him back.

Pent up feeling spilling out in silence, you were breaking your own heart by doing this you knew how elvis was, you know what he'll do but you let it happen.

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June 21, 1972:

After a great tour, Elvis flew home to Memphis, where he resumed watching movies again at the Memphian Theater.

Photos: Elvis leaving the Mayo Hotel in Tulsa, Oklahoma; June 21, 1972.

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June 21, 1969:

Elvis returned to Memphis – greeting fans at the gate.

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"What do they expect me to do with shit like this?"

In February 1965, Elvis began his next project for MGM studios, Harum Scarum (which was retitled, for no particular reason, Harem Holiday on its release in the UK). This film was something of an anachronism. The progressive changes of the late-fifties' film industry had all but signaled the end of swashbuckling costume pictures. For Elvis to be involved in such a venture as late as 1965 suggests that even less care was now being taken when selecting scripts for consideration. It is considered by critics and fans alike to be Elvis' worst ever film. Loyal fans spoke of walking out of the theater before the end. Such reports were a heavy indication that Elvis was following a disastrous cinematic path. What was conspicuously absent from this mid-sixties' period of intense film-making was the participation of film industry luminaries. Where notable Academy Award-winning writers, producers, co-stars and so on had been employed on previous projects, Elvis was now having to contend with people who were either fresh from television work or who, quite simply, lacked any talent. Colonel Parker's motives in this respect were always patently obvious. He made no apologies for the fact that he was only interested in huge profits. What is inexcusable is the way that Elvis himself agreed to appear in such films, which he must have recognized as being potentially very harmful to his career. He later admitted to having been bored stiff during the making of a number of movies, but the fact remains that he accepted the assignments in the first place. In his defense, people do state that Elvis was signed to a long-term contract and had little control himself. Perhaps this was true to a certain extent. However, when he was quoted as asking "What do they expect me to do with shit like this?"about a script, then it was surely time for him to make a personal stand and change the course of his career.

He is kidnapped during a personal tour of the Middle East. He manages to escape from his captors, but his life is fraught with danger as he attempts to return to the Western world. He encounters the beautiful Princess Shalimar (Mary Ann Mobley), who is disguised as a slave girl, and is helped in his flight by Zacha (Jay Novello), the leader of a strange band of market-place thieves. The greedy Zacha demands payment for each and every form of assistance to Johnny. The reason for Johnny's abduction is that a group known as The Assassins want to use his talents as a karate expert to kill a ruling monarch. They have been made aware of Johnny's skills at a world premiere showing of his latest film, Sands of the Desert, in which he supposedly kills a leopard using karate. The scheming Prince Dragna (Michael Ansara) is in fact responsible for ordering the execution of his brother, King Toranshah (Philip Reed), in a bid to take over the throne himself. The evil Aishah (Fran Jeffries) is also involved in this 'takeover bid'. With the aid of Zacha's many henchmen, Johnny defeats The Assassins and saves the king. Shalimar and Johnny have fallen in love, and they return to the United States with Zacha's motley crew. The film ends with Johnny performing 'Harem Holiday' on stage in Las Vegas. One obvious plan with Harum Scarum was to capitalize on a sport in which Elvis was, in real life, highly proficient. The opening of the story showed the film-within-a-film sequence in which he kills the leopard. One strange point is that, although numerous references were made to 'this skill with his hands' (and other euphemisms), the word 'karate' was never mentioned.

(...) At his press conference in New York on 9 June, 1972, when asked why he was now so available as a public performer, Elvis started his answer by saying "Just as soon as I got out of the movie contracts … " This reply makes it seem that he had been a prisoner within Hollywood and that he was now expressing grateful relief for being released. The sad reality is that Elvis did not, or perhaps could not, make any obvious attempt to alleviate his predicament.

"The Elvis Files: 1965-1968" by Erik Lorentzen.

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BELTLESS ELVIS BELTLESS ELVIS BELTLESS ELVIS BELTLESS ELVIS BELTLESS ELVIS

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Sweet, dear, beloved Elvis! Why didn't you protest against such stupid scenarios? Were you afraid to spoil your image of a well-mannered southern gentleman and a commissive movie star? How have you put up with all this disgrace for years?! 🤯

"What do they expect me to do with shit like this?"

In February 1965, Elvis began his next project for MGM studios, Harum Scarum (which was retitled, for no particular reason, Harem Holiday on its release in the UK). This film was something of an anachronism. The progressive changes of the late-fifties' film industry had all but signaled the end of swashbuckling costume pictures. For Elvis to be involved in such a venture as late as 1965 suggests that even less care was now being taken when selecting scripts for consideration. It is considered by critics and fans alike to be Elvis' worst ever film. Loyal fans spoke of walking out of the theater before the end. Such reports were a heavy indication that Elvis was following a disastrous cinematic path. What was conspicuously absent from this mid-sixties' period of intense film-making was the participation of film industry luminaries. Where notable Academy Award-winning writers, producers, co-stars and so on had been employed on previous projects, Elvis was now having to contend with people who were either fresh from television work or who, quite simply, lacked any talent. Colonel Parker's motives in this respect were always patently obvious. He made no apologies for the fact that he was only interested in huge profits. What is inexcusable is the way that Elvis himself agreed to appear in such films, which he must have recognized as being potentially very harmful to his career. He later admitted to having been bored stiff during the making of a number of movies, but the fact remains that he accepted the assignments in the first place. In his defense, people do state that Elvis was signed to a long-term contract and had little control himself. Perhaps this was true to a certain extent. However, when he was quoted as asking "What do they expect me to do with shit like this?"about a script, then it was surely time for him to make a personal stand and change the course of his career.

He is kidnapped during a personal tour of the Middle East. He manages to escape from his captors, but his life is fraught with danger as he attempts to return to the Western world. He encounters the beautiful Princess Shalimar (Mary Ann Mobley), who is disguised as a slave girl, and is helped in his flight by Zacha (Jay Novello), the leader of a strange band of market-place thieves. The greedy Zacha demands payment for each and every form of assistance to Johnny. The reason for Johnny's abduction is that a group known as The Assassins want to use his talents as a karate expert to kill a ruling monarch. They have been made aware of Johnny's skills at a world premiere showing of his latest film, Sands of the Desert, in which he supposedly kills a leopard using karate. The scheming Prince Dragna (Michael Ansara) is in fact responsible for ordering the execution of his brother, King Toranshah (Philip Reed), in a bid to take over the throne himself. The evil Aishah (Fran Jeffries) is also involved in this 'takeover bid'. With the aid of Zacha's many henchmen, Johnny defeats The Assassins and saves the king. Shalimar and Johnny have fallen in love, and they return to the United States with Zacha's motley crew. The film ends with Johnny performing 'Harem Holiday' on stage in Las Vegas. One obvious plan with Harum Scarum was to capitalize on a sport in which Elvis was, in real life, highly proficient. The opening of the story showed the film-within-a-film sequence in which he kills the leopard. One strange point is that, although numerous references were made to 'this skill with his hands' (and other euphemisms), the word 'karate' was never mentioned.

(...) At his press conference in New York on 9 June, 1972, when asked why he was now so available as a public performer, Elvis started his answer by saying "Just as soon as I got out of the movie contracts … " This reply makes it seem that he had been a prisoner within Hollywood and that he was now expressing grateful relief for being released. The sad reality is that Elvis did not, or perhaps could not, make any obvious attempt to alleviate his predicament.

"The Elvis Files: 1965-1968" by Erik Lorentzen.

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It's a pity, the boys are closing Elvis, I can't see his plaid pants😊

June 21, 1967:

Elvis completed Speedway soundtrack recording and was visited by Vernon and Dee Presley and the three Stanley boys. They all met Nelson Rockefeller, New York governor, while he was at the MGM studio between 7 and 11 pm.

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Elvis Presley as Johnny Tyronne in MGM's Harum Scarum (1965)

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Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 21st Of June In 1977.

ELVIS IN CONCERT RAPID CITY JUNE THE 21st In 1977 CBS SPECIAL.

Elvis Presley’s Last Television Special In Is Very Sadly Lifetime 1935-1977

Many area people remember Elvis' Presleys performance at Rushmore Plaza Civic Center in Rapid City on June 21, 1977 - one of the last live TV performances Elvis Presley gave before his sadly untimely death in August. However, Stan Zakinski has a unique recollection of the musical legend's brief visit to the Black Hills. The former Rapid City police chief provided the local security for Elvis Presley picking him up at the airport and driving him to the city's brand-new venue.

Elvis Presley, decked out in his signature white sequinned mexican aztec sundial jumpsuit, brought his rock 'n' roll and pelvic gyrations on June the 21st in 1977, to a sold-out crowd at Rushmore Plaza Civic Center in Rapid City. That concert 30 years ago, which was the civic center's grand opening, was one of the last TV performances Elvis Presley sadly gave before he died that August the 16th in 1977 rare candid live candid photos at this show and concert here by police chief Stan Kakinski. who witnessed CBS Elvis In Concert

True Fact; my dear Elvis Presley family and my Elvis Presley friends i and we have to admire even though the man here was clearly not well here he still went and gave as always is best as he didn’t want to disappoint us the dedicated and loyal Ep fans.

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Rare footage of his first performances

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January 8th, 1969. Priscilla and Charlie Hodge with Elvis on their way to his thirty-fourth birthday celebrations.

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He was so different at different times of his life, but always beautiful 🫠

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Such joy and happiness you bring

Such joy and happiness you bring

Like a dream

A guiding light that shines in the night

Heaven's gift to me

You are so beautiful to me.

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||Following Presley||

An elvis fanfiction

~series warnings- smut, lots of angst, abuse, rejection, anger, fighting, strong language, denial, things that sound suicidal, death of multiple people, breakups, drama-

An-im proud of this storyline some of it is even self perception, i hope you all enjoy the series. God bless you beautiful people. I love yall and appreciate you will every inch of my soul.~

||warnings have been made proceed at your own risk||

Following Presley

You and Elvis were joint at the hip the second you became friends. That was when you were just 4–now you're 8 and even more inseparable.

He stayed at your house quite often, you would have stayed at his but it would have been hard seeing as him, his mama and daddy all shared a bed. It didn't matter other than the fact there was no room so Elvis just stayed with you whenever you two wanted to have a sleepover.

You lived pretty close to him, walking distance for 8 year olds luckily. You went to the same school, played with the same people, half the time even wore the same clothes.

You even begged your parents to keep you in 3rd grade with elvis. You knew all the multiplication and even more division but Elvis was there, there was absolutely no chance you would leave him.

You even sat down with him all the time, teaching him how to do the math problems on the work sheets. Your teacher didn't bother giving you homework, you helped Elvis with his and you did it incredibly fast it wasn't a real problem for you so she never gave you the homework.

Elvis used to tease you for being so smart—still does, probably always will. But you just shoot back with a smart remark.

You both were just perfect for each other in every way, he helped you with everything you needed help with, you helped him with everything he needed help with. You two just leveled each other out.

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As the years kept going you just got more attached to each other, finishing sentences for each other, being there when you needed each other the most, going as far as being each other's first kiss— you both were 9 exploring the woods like usual and it just happened. Elvis just kissed you.

Ever since then you just got more attached to Elvis, middle school and highschool made it hard on you. You both went through puberty and were figuring yourselves out, Elvis was girl crazy even though he couldn't pull till after the talent show.

You weren't all that boy crazy, you liked to study more than sit and talk about gross and disgusting creatures. Elvis though—you could talk about him all day, talk to him all day. He wasn't disgusting to you.

It got to a point you realized your feelings for him, everyone but Elvis realized how you felt for him. Your brother and mother even teased you about it daily.

One day though, Elvis ran to your house and burst through your door. "I got a girlfriend" what. The. Fuck. Is all that ran through your head as Elvis raved about the girl.

After that you pretty much ghosted him, going out anytime he might come over, locking your door and keeping it locked when he would come over while your home. He didn't know what he did so it wasn't fair but you didn't care about fair, you were hurt.

He tried to talk to you at school, tried to get your help. You wouldn't budge, you just walked away. It started to worry him, he knew you were mad; he couldn't figure out why though.

"Y/n? Hey..can ya talk to me?" Elvis says, following you down the hall of the school. "Just go away Elvis" you say, keeping your head down as you walk towards your class.

"I wanna know what i did.." he grabs your arm and makes you stop. "Why ain't ya talkin' to me?" He asks.

"Because Elvis, just leave it alone" you say, sighing and yanking your arm away. "You're just too stupid to get it through your head elvis" you add, making your way to your class. Leaving elvis dumbfounded in the hall.

He stopped trying to talk to you for a little bit after that, you fell behind on school work—which never happened, you didn't go out of your room hardly except for dinner and school.

Elvis tried to act like it didn't affect him, like he didn't want to cry at night, or like it didn't impact his relationship with his girlfriend. But it did. A lot.

He was too worried about you that he forgot to be a decent boyfriend, even a decent son. Him and Gladys had double the fights they usually do, all the fights usually came from the question "has y/n talked to you?" Or "when are you going to try and fix things?". You talked to Gladys a few times, telling her about your feelings and what you said in the hall.

That lasted about a month before you two made up and acted like nothing happened. Till graduation, when he came up to you and kissed you outta nowhere. Your eyes widened as you pulled away.

"Elvis..your girlfriend.." you breathe out, searching his face. "But i thought ya would have liked it?" He says in a questioning tone.

"Ask next time, so i can say no if you have a girlfriend" you say, pulling away from him. "I have to go see my parents." You add, going to the bleachers where your parents and brother sat.

You talked to them for a little bit, hugging all of them before going over to gladys, vernon, elvis and his girlfriend. You hugged gladys and vernon before looking at elvis.

"Are we going to eat with red?" You ask earning a nod. "Okay im going to go ride with him, ill see you two there" you say, leaving the gym and going to red.

"Elvis and his girlfriend are going to meet us at the restaurant" you say, red nods and wraps a arm around you. "Im proud of you" he says with a smile. "Thank you red" you say, going to his car with him and getting in.

"So..did his girlfriend see him kiss you?" He asks, you look at him and sigh. "I don't know, i hope not..i was hoping no-one saw but you know..with so many people around.." you groan and shake your head. "He's so stupid sometimes.." you add.