#demon!austin!elvis x reader

[venus-haze]

Consider the following: Demon Elvis 👀 maybe you and your friends decided to play around with a Ouija board for spooky vibes on Halloween. Something goes predictably wrong, and before you know it…

You’re caught in a trap

You can’t walk out

Because he loves you too much, baby~

I LOVED writing this! Majorly inspired by In Dreams by Roy Orbison and also the countless horror films I've watched about otherworldly entities terrorizing people in their dreams🤭

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Warnings for demonic possession, blackmail, paranoia, disturbing physical injuries, unreality, emotional manipulation. Also some sexual content but nothing explicit. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

It’s a casual Halloween night, with your friends gathered at your place in half-assed costumes ready to get sick on alcohol and candy while watching scary movies. After a solid slate of Evil Dead and The Exorcist, you all drunkenly decide to pull out the Ouija board you’d bought as a joke from Toys R’ Us of all places

Within a few minutes, the lights are dim, save for a few candles you’d managed to light and place around the circle on the floor where you and your friends are sitting. Everyone places two fingers on the planchette, and you dramatically announce “If there are any spirits here, we welcome your presence”

You aren’t surprised when the planchette moves to “Hello” knowing at least a few people are moving it. “What’s your name?” a friend asks

“E-L-V-I-S” the planchette spells out. An odd name, but one that somebody probably had up their sleeve already. Someone else asks “Are you friendly?”

You can’t lie, your heart beats a little faster when it slides to “NO.” Yet, you muster up the courage to ask “What do you want?” only for the planchette to spell out your name. “C’mon guys, that’s not funny,” you scold, only to be met with looks of confusion from your friends

Suddenly, they pull their hands away as if the planchette was burning hot, leaving only you holding it as it moved wildly across the board to spell “I-W-A-N-T-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-“ As soon as you pull your hand away, all of the candles in the room blow out. Thoroughly terrified, you tell all of your friends to go home, annoyed by their little party trick when you’re nice enough to host

Even with all of the lights in your apartment on, you can’t relax, feeling on edge until you finally fall asleep in bed around two in the morning. Somehow you end up in your living room, except it isn’t your living room, but a distorted copy of it, a man you don’t recognize lounging on the couch where you and your friends had been watching movies a few hours earlier

He looks over at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gets up and crosses the threshold to you. He’s gorgeous, but something about him deeply unsettles you

“You didn’t say goodbye,” he teases, his voice deep and velvety. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you manners?”

“This isn’t real. I’m drunk, and this is a dream,” you say to yourself

He laughs cruelly before grabbing your hair, and it hurts, which makes your blood curdle in terror because it’s supposed to be a dream. His gaze falls to your lips, and he kisses you softly before whispering, “Let me give you something to remember me by”

His lips are on yours again as he puts his hand over your heart for a few moments before sliding it down to grope at your breasts. Your chest is burning, your cries of pain muffled by the suffocating kiss

When you wake up the next morning, your chest is aching instead of your head, despite how drunk you’d gotten the night before. You stumble into your bathroom and take your top off, letting out a scream when you see ‘ELVIS’ carved into your skin above your heart as if someone did it with a knife. You’re terrified to go to sleep, doing anything and everything to stay awake so you won’t see him

In the week or so you spend struggling to stay awake, the paranoia that accompanies your self-induced insomnia doesn’t help your situation at all, prompting your boss to send you home early from work and tell you to go to a hospital—except you can’t, because the second they see you, they’ll give you something to knock you out. Instead, you make a beeline for the nearest coffee shop and ask for triple shots of espresso

You avoid going home for as long as you can, and when you’re home, avoid your bedroom like the plague. Exhaustion sets in, though, and you try so hard to fight the sleep that’s overtaking you when you finally collapse on your couch

“It’s been a long time, baby,” Elvis says as soon as your eyes shut. “A long time”

You weakly demand that he leaves you alone and just let you rest, your mind running in fumes as it is

“Where’s the fun in that? I can do this as long as it takes for you to give in,” he taunts. “Poor thing, just thought you were playin’ a party game with your little friends, huh?”

You’re exhausted, and you know he means it when he says he can do it as long as it takes. You don’t have the willpower, and he has the time. “What do you want?”

He presses his pointer finger against your chest, where his name had been carved during your first encounter, “Your soul. As soon as I saw it I wanted it. You can make it so easy on yourself, just say yes, and it’ll all be over”

It’s not that simple, and you’re not that stupid, but you can’t keep doing this for the rest of your life. You ask him if he's normally this persistent, and when he responds with a laugh that shakes the warped version of your living room, you try to wake up, but you can't–either your body's too exhausted or he won't let you

When you try to run, the place where his name had been carved into your chest burns so bad you blackout in your dream, the last thing you see his void dark eyes and self-satisfied grin

Taglist: @eliseinmemphis @kittenlittle24 @crash-and-cure @im-lame-irl @loudwombatmugkid @rxsesss @roseymary04 @queendelrey @jovialladyaurora @positivitylane112 @moonknightswif3 @holy-minseok @datsavageavenger @21bruhs @luckyevansstan @djsjs13949 @butlerslut @ash-omalley @powerofelvis @sad-bisexual-bitch @peachy-deaths @kibumslatina @adoreyouusugar 

[burninlovebutler]

Masterlist🦋💫

~🚧i know this is messy rn pls ignore it is under construction 🚧~

-> Welcome to my Blog Introduction

ao3 - BurninLove

Wattpad - FaultInMyCodes

-> Worship (Secret Santa)* - Possessive-Obsessive!Austin x Fem!Reader

-> Candy Hearts ♡ (vday)* - Sub!Austin x DomFem!Reader

-> Camp Counselors - Pt. 1 + Pt. 2 - Austin x Fem!reader

-> Talkshow Host!Austin Headcanons

Bikeriders Asshole!Austin x Makeup Artist!Reader

-> Pt. 1 *

-> Pt. 2*

-> Pt. 3*

-> Pt. 4.1 *

**last updated; 04.30.23**

-> Pt. 4.2 [coming soon]

-> Pt. 5 [coming soon]

Just an Intern Spotify Playlist ⛓️🖤

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘

Themes: friends to lovers, SLOW burn, ANGST, eventual smut, Austin x fem!oc, midsize oc, sad boi/addict aus, fluffy, semi-AU (indie actor austin)

Summary/Intro: Best friends since college, Austin and Elsie are each other's safety nets. Austin has secrets only Elsie knows, and Elsie has too many closet skeletons for Austin to count.

Austin battles internal demons since the death of his father, which caused a switch to flip that would change him forever. His father’s death happened 4 years ago but it still haunts him – in his mind and in little pills.

Elsie has a weakness for wicked, vile, abusive men. Her boyfriend, Nox, is the latest culprit. And Austin can’t fucking stand him.  

Between trying to rescue each other and struggling to save themselves, is there something lying underneath?

18+ as this contains both smut & mature sensitive topics. Please check TWs for each chapter. General overarching warnings at the bottom of this post.

Since this is slow burn-ish so some themes/smut do not show up until later

Chapters containing smut that have * by their name

Forever Winter Spotify Playlist ❄️💞

FW Chapters:

01 - Has He Texted You?

02 - Dependency

03 - The Close Call Clause

04 - Not The First Time

05 - Fix-It Pancakes

06 - Cold Showers

07 - Giving In

08 - Of Course I Do

09 - Thanksgiving Pt. 1

10 - Thanksgiving Pt. 2

11 - Winter Break

12 - Truth or Dare

13 - Dressing Room Games

14 - Hot or Cold? *

15 - No Touching **

16 - When The Night Ends

17 - Do Not Disturb

18 - Nothing There

19 - Not Even For A Second

20 - I Know You’re Lying

21 - Blue M&Ms

22 - Christmas - Pt. 1 - (ft. The Grinch)

23 - Christmas - Pt. 2 - Comeback Special**

24 - Ski Slopes**

25 - New Years Eve (Pt. 1) - Til You Come Back for More*

26 - New Years (Pt. 2) - Say It Again**

27 - The First Close Call

28 - Temporary Fix*

29 - Be My Mistake*

30 - It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

31 - Mr. Percocet

32 - [TBA - coming soon]

**last updated 05.31.23**

[more chapters to be announced lol]

Author’s Notes:

Each chapter will contain a related song suggestion and matching lyrics. I highly recommend listening to each song as they beautifully mesh with the themes of each individual chapter.

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Austin/Elvis yanked me from fanfic retirement so when I started writing FW, I fell in love with the characters & the storyline. I’m posting here so that maybe others can fall in love with them too.

I haven’t written in a while so sorry if it’s a little rusty, especially in the first couple chapters.

This post ended up being really long so sorry if it was a lot, thank you if you made it this far.

I hope you love it, please let me know if you do.

[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ masterlist of fics recs ♥

aka, please don't mind this post, just organizing the fics i've read . . . more to be added as time goes on.

profiles (because i'd literally be listing all their fics)

@venus-haze (best yandere!elvis fics in my opinion)

@blainesebastian (amazing a.b. fics)

@flwersgarden (amazing yandere and not yandere!elvis and other fics)

@aconflagrationofmyown (amazing elvis fics - most beautiful writing like what)

@corroded-hellfire (amazing eddie munson fics!!)

(obviously there's more, but these are just some)

elvis / characters

Vampire!Elvis x Vampire!Reader

Red String || Elvis x Reader

Don't Worry Darling AU || Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Worshipping!Elvis x Worshipped!Reader

Love Is All I Can Give To You || Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Austin!Elvis x Enemy!Reader

Someone to Watch Over Me || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Naive!Reader

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Prequel || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Enchanted || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Chain of Fools || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Cutesy!Reader

What Aren't You Telling Me? || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Beale Street Blues || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Only Ones Who Know || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Be My Once In A Lifetime || Elvis x Reader

I've Got A Crush On You || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Craw-Fever || Elvis Presley x Reader

The Bathroom || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Ever Fallen In Love || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All I Want || Elvis x Reader

International Hotel || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Trouble || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Come Out Tonight || Austin!Elvis x Reader

The Silence of a Falling Star || Elvis Presley x Reader

Reunion || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Late Night Reassurance || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Sing For Me || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Siren!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Quite A Show || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Vampire!Elvis x Reader

Just The Costume Designer || Elvis x Reader

Trouble || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All Out of Dreams || Austin!Elvis x Reader

National Anthem || Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Loving You Will Be The Death Of Me || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All I Wanted Was You || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Showgirl!Reader

Talk Like An Angel || Yandere!Vince Everett x Fem!Reader

Austin!Elvis x Vampire!Reader

A Star Is Born || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Know What You've Done || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

The Leather Jumpsuit || Elvis x Reader

Cult Leader!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Heartbreak Hotel || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Werewolf!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Can’t Help Falling in Love || Austin!Elvis x Reader

That Damn Hound Dog || Elvis Presley x Reader

Double Trouble || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader x Yandere!Jesse

You Go To My Head || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Different Kind Of Love || Cult Leader!Elvis x Reader

Ghost!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

All Shook Up || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader

You’re Her Daddy || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Lovesick Blues || Yandere!Austin!Elvis

Don't Fly Away || 60s!Elvis / Time Traveler!Elvis x Reader

Married!Elvis x Little Sister!Reader

Yours || Elvis Presley x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Priscilla's Best Friend!Reader

Vampire!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Pushover / People Pleaser(?)!Reader

The Singer and The Journalist || Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

austin butler / characters

Going Method || Austin Butler x Reader

Teasing!Austin Butler x Reader

Austin Butler x Reader

Mutually Assured Satisfaction || Austin Butler x Reader

Not My Husband || Austin Butler x Reader

Ruin You || Austin Butler x Reader

Happy Birthday || Austin Butler x Reader

Alone || Sebastian Kydd x Fem!Reader

Wil Ohmsford x Reader

billy hargrove

Yandere!Billy x Reader

You Never Shut Up about Steve || Jealous!Billy x Reader

Assertive || Billy x Reader

Fool for You || Billy x Fem!Reader

What Are You Supposed To Be? || Billy x Fem!Reader

Like The Wind || Billy x Fem!Reader

Mindflayed!Yandere!Billy x Reader

steve harrington

Cherry Flavored || Yandere!Steve x Reader x Yandere!Eddie

Steve x Reader x Abusive!Billy

Stay Awhile || Steve x Fem!Reader

eddie munson

Cherry Flavored || Yandere!Eddie x Reader x Yandere!Steve

Soft Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Groupie Love || Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Love Comes Walking In || Eddie x Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy || Eddie x Reader

Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Hellraiser || Yandere!Eddie x Reader

[venus-haze]

Elvis (2022) Masterlist [No longer writing for]

I’m Battie (she/her), in my 20s, and I write fanfic🦇 Since I write explicit content, please do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18. Do not interact if you post ED/thinspo content.

Many of my fics have dark themes, and I include detailed warnings for each one. Please read the warnings carefully before deciding whether you want to engage with the fic. If you feel there is a warning I should have included for a fic, please let me know and I’ll add it. I do not condone the behavior depicted in the yandere/dark fics in real life. These are works of fiction.

Fic Guide:

🌙 - yandere  🌹 - fluff ❤️ - sexually explicit 🖤 - sexually explicit that involves coercion ⛈️ - angst 🥀 - dark themes (not yandere)

Fics

Radio Gaga - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌹

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙 🖤 Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Honey I Just Wonder What You Do There in the Back of Your Pink Cadillac - Austin!Elvis x Plus Size!Reader ❤️

In the Mood for Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌹⛈️

Fire - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙 🖤 Part 1 | Part 2

All Shook Up - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌹 Part 1 | Part 2 [DISCONTINUED]

You Go to My Head - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

I’ve Got a Crush on You - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌹

Chain of Fools - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

If I Were You - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙 🖤 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (all parts after part 1 are by @crash-and-cure)

Funnel of Love - Austin!Elvis x Plus Size!Reader 🌹

Someone to Watch Over Me - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌹⛈️

I’m On Fire - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙 🖤

Is a Dream a Lie If It Don’t Come True - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Come Out Tonight - Austin!Elvis x Snow!Reader 🌹

Fame - Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Ever Fallen in Love? - Austin!Elvis x Reader 🥀

My Fading Voice Sings of Love - Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🖤🥀 

What Is It About Men? - Austin!Elvis x Reader ❤️⛈️

Headcanons 

These generally have dark themes and content, so please look at the individual warnings for each one

Jealous Yandere!Austin!Elvis 🌙

Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Naive Reader 🌙

Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Austin!Elvis x Vampire!Reader 🥀

Werewolf!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🥀

Cult Leader!Austin!Elvis x Reader (2) 🌙

Ghost!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🥀 

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Siren!Austin!Elvis x Reader 🌙

Austin!Elvis x Reader - introducing him to your home culture/cuisine 🌹

Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Vampire!Reader 🥀

[venus-haze]

Ever Fallen in Love? (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: You underestimated what you were taking on when you married Elvis, feeling more and more helpless as he seems to be slipping away from you at the hands of people who have little interest in anything but exploiting him. Despite your good intentions, things don’t go as planned when you confront Elvis about the people he surrounds himself with and his troubling reliance on the cocktail of pills Dr. Nick prescribes him.

Note: This is based on a request by @holy-minseok​. Reader is a woman but no other descriptors are used. This was more angsty than the yandere fics I write but still dark, so I hope I did the request justice. I did make myself kinda sad writing it. I listened to Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve?) by Buzzcocks a lot while working on this. I used ‘vaporial’ at one point, and I’m not sure if that even is a word. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Depictions of drug abuse, violence, fighting, blood and generally dark content which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Literally the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to do for someone who’s struggling with drug addiction. Do not interact if you are under 18. 

Being married to Elvis wasn’t easy, as you stood in the long shadow of women who came before you, from the ever-present specter of his mother to his ex-wife of less than a year. You weren’t sure why exactly you’d agreed to marry Elvis after only dating for a few months, perhaps your bleeding heart over the man’s loneliness made you informally agree to be the one to help him emotionally exorcize his demons. Instead, you found yourself flustered and exhausted at the amount of people who, for one reason or another, were content with enabling your husband’s decline.

For as much as they claimed to care for him, you’d often butt heads with members of the so-called Memphis Mafia, finding as time went on they could hardly be considered friends, more like leeches. Having Jerry on your side helped, especially since he was pretty much Elvis’ right-hand man and had the same concerns you did. You didn’t trust the Colonel as far as you could throw him, and Vernon’s own disregard for his son’s well-being shocked you. While you certainly didn’t consider yourself anything close to a saint, you wondered how the hell Elvis ended up surrounded by ‘yes men’ who could give a damn.

You knew there were plenty of people whispering falsehoods about you in his ear—selfish, petty, gold-digger, to name a few. While your relationship with Elvis did start as a fling, you found that he was kind and generous, and it was easy to get caught up in conversations with him about everything from religion to the blues. Things became serious rather quickly, but you didn’t realize how serious until one night, when Elvis presented you with a gold charm bracelet with his initials hanging from the chain. The gift was meant to be a dainty accessory since you weren’t a flashy person and would often forget to wear the TCB necklace he’d already given you. Despite this, the bracelet was your proverbial albatross as the glittering EP tapped against your wrist day and night as if dictating your pulse. 

Of course you loved Elvis, perhaps to a fault, but his reliance on the prescription pills Dr. Nick gave him, most of which you couldn’t even pronounce, troubled you deeply. You understood why it was the final straw for Priscilla and knew how much of an uphill battle you faced if even she couldn’t get through to Elvis. To your relief, Priscilla liked you, and since she and Elvis were still close, you’d update her on how he was doing. You hoped that between the two of you, somehow you could get Elvis to go to rehab before things got even farther out of hand. 

It seemed hopeless, though. When you felt like you were making leeway during the months at Graceland with him, he was thrown back into the lion's den with his contractually obligated Vegas residency. The past month was enough to undo your convincing that he didn’t need the pills and was better off without them, because there was no way he could humanly perform two shows a day, three on weekends, in Vegas without something. While he welcomed you staying in Vegas with him during his residency, you had little choice but to watch helplessly as he slipped back into the destructive cycle. Part of you wished you had just stayed behind in Graceland, but that would have made you just as complacent.

The evening leading up to yet another set of shows in Elvis’ eternal residency at the International was more hectic than usual, conspiracy in the air as Jerry had rushed over to Elvis with urgency you’d never seen before. You could hardly keep up with their strides as they walked down the long hallway. Jerry was speaking to Elvis in a hushed tone, something about the Colonel. While you strained to hear what Jerry was saying, it must have been a bombshell, because Elvis stopped in his tracks for a moment before collapsing to the ground. 

Immediately, you dropped to his side, your hands shaking as you frantically wracked your brain as to what you should do. Everything was a blur when you started crying, babbling for someone to help Elvis. You felt frustration toward yourself at being so helpless in the situation, so close to losing the man you loved that it made you almost sick. 

Ice cold water splashed onto your clothes as Elvis’ head was dunked into a bucket a few times in an attempt to bring him back to consciousness. You sniffled as a nurse held his head up a bit as he slowly came to. The water did little to hide the cold sweat that had overtaken his body, his hand clammy in yours. He was exhausted, and the visible rage and a hint of fear that gleamed in his eyes when the Colonel rushed over made you move in front of Elvis, as if to shield him.

“I don’t think he should—“ you began, only to quickly be cut off.

“The only thing that matters is getting that man on that stage tonight,” the Colonel said.

“On stage? He just about died, and you want him on stage?” 

“Well, this is a Presley Enterprises decision since it affects tonight’s performance, all of the fans who’ve been eager to see his show,” the Colonel said, looking at Vernon.

“If he were my son, I’d take him to the hospital,” the nurse by his side said.

You nodded. “Let him rest, please.”

“I—is there anything Dr. Nick can do?” Vernon asked weakly.

You felt like you’d gotten punched in the gut. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves. He could have died, and all you care about is getting more money out of him until there’s nothing left of him. I swear to god, you people disgust me!”

“Mrs. Presley is clearly hysterical. Please, would someone escort her elsewhere,” the Colonel said, glaring at you.

“Fuck you! He’s my husband; you can’t do this to him!”

You watched helplessly as Dr. Nick grabbed a syringe out of his bag while you were being practically dragged away from the scene. Jerry wrapped an arm around you, and you covered your face with your hands, sobbing as Elvis was injected with whatever poison Nick had on him. 

Just as quickly as Elvis was helped up, he was escorted away, presumably to his dressing room. You couldn’t believe the callousness you’d just witnessed toward your husband. 

Sniffling, you looked at Jerry. “What did you say to him?” 

“I’ll tell you while we catch up with them,” he said.

You and Jerry trailed well behind the rest of the group ushering Elvis away, speaking in hushed tones as Jerry shocked you with his revelations about the Colonel. When you had first met the man, you expressed as nicely as possible to Elvis that you had a bad feeling about him, and he’d light-heartedly told you in passing that his mother didn’t like the Colonel either, as if it were some ‘girl thing’. As upset and outraged as you were, you couldn’t imagine being in your husband’s shoes, putting your whole career in the hands of a man whose existence was vaporial, only visible through lies and cigar smoke. 

There was nothing you could do about the Colonel, it was a business matter. As you’d frustratingly discovered not long after marrying Elvis, most people regarded you as vapid arm candy rather than his partner. You did have some sway in Elvis’ decision making, and at least hoped to talk him out of performing that night and to reconsider who he allowed to be part of TCB–his Memphis Mafia. Besides the Colonel, Dr. Nick was at the top of your shit list for how unaffected he seemed at your husband’s collapsing earlier. Wouldn’t a regular doctor order bed rest?

You felt like you had a cement block in your stomach as you knocked on the door to Elvis’ dressing room. The two of you had a secret knock, childish as it was, but you couldn’t help but give in to the mischievous glint in his eyes when he first proposed the idea to you. It was something you loved about Elvis, he was funny, always with something up his sleeve to keep things interesting and make people laugh. Perhaps that would contribute to his downfall, his need to please, to keep the peace and avoid so much of the conflict he’d experienced growing up. 

“Hey,” you said, entering the dressing room to find him sitting on the couch, still in his robe. “You doing alright?”

“Been better,” he said, giving you a tired smile that made your chest contract. 

“Baby, you don’t have to do this,” you whispered, sitting next to him.

He shook his head. “I gotta go up there, mama. The fans—“

“Can wait. You’re not feeling well.”

“I’m fine now.”

“Elvis—“

“Just leave it, Y/N,” he said. 

You closed the small distance between you and Elvis, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. “I love you so much.”

He kissed your forehead. “I love you too. Now go on, I’ll see you after the show.”

You nodded, giving him a kiss before getting up to leave, feeling dejected as ever. Turning around, you took him in, your heart lurching at how visibly unwell he was. There was no way the crowd wouldn’t notice, certainly not the audience members in the front row. They’d be able to see him under the stage lights, how clammy and pallid he looked. In what you assumed would be the more unfortunate reality, they wouldn’t care as long as they got to see your husband run himself ragged for their entertainment while they threw back drinks–bread and circuses while you came so close to losing him.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you. The world loved Elvis, but no one seemed to care about him. His humanity was an inconvenience to them, that he was indeed a man with physical limitations, was a flaw, not a feature. Those snakes would sooner parade him around on strings for a few extra bucks than let him get the rest he needed. 

While you normally watched at least one of Elvis’ nightly shows during his residency, you couldn’t stomach it after what had happened before. He hardly got much of a break in between shows, and so you spent the next few hours in the suite, your emotions shifting between sorrow and rage over the treatment of your husband. 

You considered calling Priscilla at several points in the night, but decided it could wait until the morning. There wouldn't be much she could do on such short notice, and even still, it’d take time for her to find someone to watch Lisa and then get from LA to Vegas. You wondered if Elvis would even listen to her. 

It felt like far too soon, yet not soon enough when Elvis finally returned, hardly able to walk straight after forcing himself to perform through two shows. You fought back tears at his state. He looked so tired and worn out, and if earlier was any indication, it was catching up with him faster than anyone expected. Logically, you knew it wasn’t the right time to bring it up, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Part of you worried that if you waited until the following day, it’d all be a blur to him.

“I need to talk to you about what happened earlier,” you said.

He waved you off. “Save it.”

“No, this is important. All of the shit about the Colonel is just the tip of the iceberg, and you know it.”

“Jerry told you?”

“I got the gist, yeah. I hate seeing you get taken advantage of by these people.”

“I can look after my own damn self, Y/N.”

“I just want to help you,” you pleaded. “I love you.”

“Then get off my back!”

“It’s not good for you, all the shit Dr. Nick gives you. Jerry agrees with me, and Priscilla—“

“What’s she got to do with it? She don’t want nothin’ to do with me, and don’t think I don’t hear you whisperin’ on the phone to her ‘bout how much you can’t wait to leave me too.”

“She calls because she’s worried about you. Sometimes she doesn’t hear from you for weeks.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as you spoke. In the months you’d been with Elvis, he had never expressed such cruel disdain for you until that moment. You couldn’t even recall him speaking negatively about Priscilla, of all people. It wasn’t him, not really. You tried to tell yourself it was the junk making him this way, but your vision blurred with tears at the realization that you never really knew him without it. 

“Can you please just listen to me?” you implored. “You’re lucky all that happened earlier was that you passed out. What if it was something worse?”

“Then you get it all, mama,” he said, gesturing around the suite.

You looked at him in silent disbelief for a few moments before finally responding with, “I don’t care about that. Don’t you see how much you’re hurting me and everyone else who cares about you? Hey! Where are you—“

He shook his head, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. As you approached, you could hear the rattling of pills in a plastic bottle and felt rage build up inside you, white-hot and blinding. You opened the unlocked door, smacking the multi-colored pills out of your husband’s hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked in disbelief as they scattered across the tile floor.

“Me? You’re killing yourself!”

“That’s my business!”

You balled up your fists at your side. “Well you married me, so your business is mine too.”

He stood frozen in shock as you opened several of the dozen or so pill bottles on the counter and began dumping them into the toilet. Sure, it was the exact opposite of every effective way to confront a loved one struggling with addiction that you’d read about, but if it was going to get his attention, you were willing to deal with the fallout. You felt a bit of relief as you watched the pills disappear down the drain when you flushed the toilet as you enacted what would probably be considered the worst intervention possible.

As you picked up more bottles, Elvis seemed to come to his senses and grabbed your wrist, squeezing in an attempt to make you drop them. Feeling the bracelet he’d gifted you digging into your skin, you haplessly threw some of the bottles at the mirror. You weren’t sure what you were trying to accomplish when the glass shattered onto the counter and floor. 

You heard Elvis grunt something about you being psycho as he tried to get you to drop the rest of the bottles. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the struggle reflected in the hundreds of glass shards that littered the floor as you tried to pull your wrist from his grip. Fueled by little more than adrenaline and determination, you’d be damned if you wouldn’t see it through to the end.

“I’m trying to help you! You can’t keep going on like this!” 

“Help? Look what you did!” he argued.

Elvis was stronger than you, and you knew he could really hurt you if he wanted to, but even though he was holding back, the force from him releasing his grip from around your wrist while you were still pulling it back sent you to the ground. You landed hard, your forearms breaking the fall but digging into the broken glass on the floor on impact. 

He looked at you in horror as he saw the blood on the floor, fresh and coppery as it flowed from your arms. As he stumbled back against the counter, you noticed his knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of it behind him. His breathing was heavy as he took in the state of the room, the state of you, in horror. 

“Darlin’,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

You hissed as you sat up. “I know.”

“Jesus, let me call you a doctor.”

“Not Nick.”

He nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “‘Course not.”

Pushing yourself up to sit against the wall, you looked around the bathroom and sighed. If you didn’t know any better, it’d have been something out of a murder scene from the broken glass to the blood smeared in the floor. Perhaps it would end up being fitting, a physical manifestation of the death of yours and Elvis’ relationship. You doubted he’d want anything to do with you after what you’d just pulled and wouldn’t blame him if he ended up serving you divorce papers in the following days. 

You noticed your bracelet had broken and slid across the floor, his initials imprinted on your wrist from the pressure he’d put on the charm. You stared at the imprint, hoping your focus would distract from the pain in your arms. He hesitantly returned to the bathroom, chewing his bottom lip as he leaned against the door frame. It was almost as if he was afraid to get too close to you while the two of you waited for whatever help he called to arrive. If you were in his position, you’d be afraid of you too.

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