#funny elvis

[elvisbdoll]

“Be mine, always”

Summary: On Valentine’s Day in 1977, Elvis struggles with his declining health and fame but finds comfort in his love for you. He gives you a locket engraved “Be Mine, Always,” a heartfelt reminder that no matter what, his heart is yours forever.

Tw: mentions of Elvis health, uh I think that’s it. The other it’s pure fluff

Pairing: black!reader X 1977s!elvis

A/N: I know I’m a bit late, but work, anyways enjoy and happy Valentine’s Day babes!

Graceland – February 14, 1977

The early morning light barely cuts through the heavy curtains of Graceland, leaving the bedroom shrouded in a golden haze. The air inside feels thick, warm, still—like time itself has settled in for a long rest. A radio hums softly in the background, playing a familiar tune, but the man lying in the king-sized bed hardly stirs.

Elvis is awake, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t reach for the clock on the nightstand, doesn’t even open his eyes. He just listens. The deep ache in his body, one he’s grown used to, lingers like a second heartbeat, and he’s exhausted before the day has even begun.

But today isn’t just any day. It’s Valentine’s Day.

And you’re coming to see him.

That thought alone is enough to force his tired body upright. He groans slightly as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. His hair is a little messier than usual, and the weight he’s been carrying on his frame these past few months makes his movements slow, but none of that matters now.

Because despite everything—the fatigue, the pressures of fame, the whispers about his health—he’s determined to make today special for you.

Even if he doesn’t feel like himself anymore, he still wants to be your Elvis.

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By the time you arrive at Graceland later that morning, the mansion is unusually quiet. You let yourself in, the way you always do, and step into the grand foyer, where the air smells faintly of roses and leather, of old books and cologne.

“Elvis?” you call out, your voice echoing slightly against the marble floors.

A moment later, you hear the shuffling of feet, and then there he is, standing at the top of the staircase.

And your heart clenches.

He looks… tired. More so than the last time you saw him. His skin is paler, his frame heavier beneath his silk pajama top, and though he flashes you that signature grin, there’s something behind it—something you don’t quite have the words for.

But then, he’s moving toward you, coming down the stairs slowly, carefully, as if each step is an effort. And yet, when he reaches the bottom, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the kind of embrace that feels like home.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” he murmurs into your hair.

You squeeze him tighter. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For a long moment, you just stand there, breathing each other in.

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Elvis has always been extravagant when it comes to gifts. Over the years, you’ve received diamonds, fur coats, and rare, expensive perfumes—all things that would make any woman swoon.

But this year, something is different.

This year, he’s been agonizing over what to give you.

Because deep down, he knows that material things don’t matter to you—not really. You’ve never cared about the flashy gifts, the lavish displays of wealth.

What you want is him.

The man beneath the rhinestones. The soul beneath the spotlight.

And that scares him.

Because he doesn’t know how much of himself he has left to give.

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He takes you to the den, where the two of you settle onto the couch. A fire crackles softly in the fireplace, and he leans into you, resting his head against your shoulder.

“Y’know,” he starts, his voice quieter now, “I must’ve spent the last week tryin’ to figure out what to get you.”

You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “I don’t need anything, Elvis.”

“I know, baby. But I wanna give you somethin’.” He exhales, and his body feels heavier against yours. “Only thing is… nuthin’ feels like enough.”

Your heart aches at the way he says it, as if he’s not enough. As if he’s failing you.

“Elvis—”

He pulls away just enough to reach into his robe pocket, his fingers curling around something cool and solid. When he brings it out, your breath catches.

A small, silver locket rests in his palm. It’s beautifully simple, delicate, and when he gently places it in your hands, you see that there’s an engraving on the back.

“Be Mine, Always.”

Tears prick at your eyes. “Elvis…”

“Open it,” he urges softly.

With slightly trembling fingers, you do—and inside, there’s a tiny photo of the two of you, taken years ago when things felt easier, lighter. When he wasn’t battling his health the way he is now.

You trace the edges of the locket with your thumb, overwhelmed. “This is beautiful.”

He shifts beside you, swallowing hard. “I know I ain’t the same man I used to be, baby.” His voice wavers, and it takes everything in you not to cry. “I know I look different, feel different… but I need you to know somethin’.” He reaches for your hand, squeezing it tight. “No matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, you got my heart. Always.”

You blink back tears. “You don’t have to be the man you were, Elvis. I love you now. Just as you are.”

He lets out a shaky breath, nodding, but you can tell he doesn’t fully believe it.

So you do the only thing you can.

You kiss him.

Softly at first, then deeper, pouring every ounce of love you have into it. He sighs against your lips, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you close.

For the first time in a long time, he lets himself feel loved.

Truly loved.

And for tonight, that’s enough.

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The rest of the evening is spent in quiet, easy intimacy.

You order dinner in—because the idea of Elvis exhausting himself by going out feels wrong—and eat together in his bedroom, curled up beneath silk sheets. He’s warm beside you, his arm draped lazily over your waist, and for the first time in weeks, he seems content.

At one point, he hums softly, a familiar melody, and you recognize it instantly.

“Love me tender, love me sweet…”

His voice is softer now, raspier, but just as beautiful as ever.

You smile. “Sing the whole thing for me?”

He tilts his head, giving you a lazy grin. “Only if you promise to stay right here with me.”

You tuck yourself closer to him. “Always.”

And so he sings, his voice wrapping around you like a lullaby.

Outside, the world still expects him to be Elvis Presley, the legend, the king.

But here, in the dim glow of the bedroom, he’s just a man in love.

And for tonight, that’s all he needs to be.

Tags: @kxnnxy @jhoneybees @gyratingpresley @buglass @iloveelvisss

(Pls let me know if you want be added or deleted from the tags! )

[riverscuomoforcefem]

"no! get away! it's not safe!"

*begins to undergo a horrifically painful looking American Werewolf in London style transformation sequence with bones snapping and joints rearranging but at the end of it I stand up and I've just turned into Elvis*

[marciliedonato]

Woah mama, teenagers scare the living shit out of me *hip thurst*😳😱😱😶‍🌫️🕺 << Gerard Way if he was Elvis

[nondelphic]

me planning out my story: this will be so straightforward and easy!

me writing: why is there a subplot about flour?

[cokedupblonde]

funny girl, 1968

[hooked-on-elvis]

Ironic he is the one fanning there...

"Aloha From Hawaii" (January 14, 1973)

[vimflam]

has everyone else also noticed that 2 of the current trends on here are saying "let's [verb] with mama" and elvis blogs going "whoa mama". the mamamemes.

[elvis-official]

elvis have u ever fought in the pit

Woah mama I fought in the trenches

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m gonna make you unable to think up a creative ominous threat

happens to me regularly my man, hence the long break between posts sometimes. Like woah, mama--oh shit, the elvis infection. right. gonna need to find a cure for that.

[elvisbdoll]

Masterlist

sadness, angst. fluff, cute, sfw. smuttttt, nsfw, normal? I guess, little space

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 : 50!elvis x Black!OC

Emotions : 1968s!ElvisXAngela!Black!OC

One last dance: 1977s!ElvisXBlack!OC

Sharp Shooter: 70s!Elvis x Woman!OC

Honey, Honey: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC

A night in Tupelo: 1950s!ElvisXBlack!OC

Ebb and flow: 70s!ElvisXBlack!OC

Wrapping gifts : 70!ElvisXBlack!OC

Happy birthday, Daddy! : 1977s!ElvisXBlack!OC

Be mine, always: 1977s!elvisxblack!reader

Sweet Little Love: 18yr!Elvisxblack!young!reader

tea party: 69s!ElvisXBlack!OC

REQUESTS

The One in the Polka-Dot Dress (50s!elvis)

Bridge Over Troubled Water (60s!Elvis)

Series:

Velvet chains Elvis Presley wasn’t just a man; he was a force—magnetic, unpredictable, and dangerous. Camille felt it the moment his piercing blue eyes landed on her, burning through the smoky room like a warning. His charm was intoxicating, but beneath it lay something darker: jealousy, obsession, and a temper fueled by the pills that kept him going. She knew she should walk away, but Elvis wasn’t the kind of man who let go of what he wanted. And he wanted her.

Finished

The Mystery in Memphis: 50s!elvis Elvis stumbles upon a hidden journal in a pawn shop. The journal contains cryptic entries from someone warning about an event that could change history. As he deciphers the clues, Elvis becomes embroiled in a web of secrets, danger, and a conspiracy threatening the people he loves.

Ultraviolence 70s Elvis

COMING SOON!

From Memphis to the Caribbean: In 1975, Elvis Presley meets Lena Rosario, a strong-willed Dominican woman, during his world tour. As they connect over music and their differences, an unexpected romance begins to blossom in the heart of Santo Domingo.

Tags 🏷️: @jhoneybees @i-r-i-n-a-a @gyratingpresley @kxnnxy @iloveelvisss @buglass @rjmartin11 @atleastpleasetelephone

[mod2amaryllis]

kinda wish tumblr had a private blog option so i could post baby pictures for my mutuals only. hang on. that is so fucked up. I'm playing a dangerous facebook coded game here, woooah Blogger steady girl

[injuries-in-dust]

Wake up babe, new cryptid just dropped.

[fidjiefidjie]

😉 Humour du jour 😁

🎄 Christmas N°1 🎅 : Crafting Gifts 🎁

Source: Rart

Elvis Presley 🎶

👋 Bel après-midi

[mildmayfoxe]

cake is right. i do want to play on some panpipes and drink some wine

[peeweehermanshow]

who else doesnt like the elvis blog ✋

[areallivegirl7]

I was very concerned that someone on Instagram reels was making and posting Elvis fanfics in their captions