Fit For A King (An Elvis Story)

Love Me Tender

April 1st, 1975

Y/N POV:
While Elvis did his share of working on himself, you too took the time to empty Graceland of the excessive alcohol you had acquired. You didn't need ten bottles of the same thing and that just showed how bad the need to be numb had been earlier on, but you knew the strength you had would allow you to drink in moderation. You felt proud of how far you and Elvis both had come. Just a few years back he had almost died and now he was about to come home from rehab. You were throwing a party with only the closest and most trusted of his friends and family and had all of the staff on full alert, cleaning and setting up everything to be ready. You walked down to what had quickly became known as his jungle room and straightened up a few of the pillows and then sat down. You took a deep breath and relished in the calm before the storm. You had to think back at how far he had come since he first began this wild ride. You had been with him through it all, despite having many moments of wanting to just walk out of his life, but you couldn't think of anything different.

Flashback:

Summer 1956:
He stood on the edge of the stage. His music was making a huge wave, but some of the governors of the south weren't fans of his 'gyrating' on stage. He had a plan that evening though and it made you squeal with excitement. He turned to you before making his entrance, throwing his guitar to his back and cupping your face in his hands. "Watch this baby they're gonna go nuts! Fuck those sonsabitches. I'll show them!" He was already fired up and you smiled with excitement. "I couldn't do this if it weren't for you y/n. You give me the strength to show them whose boss. Thank you baby. Alright, gotta go. Watch me y/n, okay?" He said smiling and speaking quickly. He gave the nod to his other band members and made his way in stage, rotating his guitar to his front. "Thank you very much!" He said in true Elvis fashion and put an arm in the air. He shot you a knowing smile and then smirked at the police standing in the back. He stuck out his pinkie clear as day and wiggled it back and forth and the crowd went absolutely wild. You jumped up and down clapping. You were proud of Elvis for not taking any shit. You both at that moment felt on top of the world.

End Flashback:

Such good times. There were many bad times to come after that day that you would have never expected, but the small moments. The moments of love support, and tenderness seemed to outweigh the bad...even when you found out about...that whore Ann-Margret....something inside you had you stick around.

Flashback:

February 1964:
You threw the tabloid at his face and Elvis swatted it aside. "Oh don't you dare get mad at me honey!" He yelled back. "Don't call me honey like I'm one of your whores!" You screamed back. "Elvis! How could you? You have me sitting around just waiting..." You were furious. He had no right to keep leading you on. Before he wrapped Viva Las Vegas he assured you to not worry about a thing, they were just friendsz only to find out two years later he was seeing her the entire time. "Elvis you're not even engaged to me and you think you can frolick around with any woman? Well honey, I don't have to be here. I chose to...and at this point I chose to leave. I'm not gonna be the damn fool waiting." You cross your arms and hold in the tears fighting to come out. You refuse to show him the hurt you felt. He needed to be the one hurting. "So, you're just gonna leave?! Fine, get!" He said sounding like an angry southern man. "Fine, I will. Elvis Presley I'm done with you..." You said and started making your way from his room downstairs, but he quickly followed and grabbed your forearm on the stairs, yanking you to him. "Goddammit! Y/n...I can't. I need you." He said in his moment of weakness. "Why me? Elvis after all these years...you clearly can get any woman you want...why me?" You ask, still being held against him on the steps. "Because no one has seen me as just....me." He said honestly and for a moment you thought he was gonna cry, but he drew in a deep breath and looked you in the eyes, the blue piercing you like a knife. Somehow he talked you into staying...though for awhile the intimacy lacked and you slept anywhere but with him, but he made amends...in his own Elvis Presley way, he managed to swoon you into staying around.

End Flashback:

Oblivious to the downhill path he was on from then on, you stayed through much more than you deserved and even now as you lived in this grand house while he was in San Diego, a house that technically wasn't even yours, you wondered why you were staying. What would make this any different than all the other good times? Something inside you always ached for more and with your extra strength you had from bettering yourself maybe now was the perfect time to stop caring about what he wanted and tell him what you wanted.

Elvis POV:
I sat nervously in the back of the black limo with Joe and Red. I held the black box in my hands my palms sweating from the nerves building. The nerves felt different though than what I would feel before hitting the stage....in fact it felt st this moment even more intense at this moment. That's how I knew I was making the right decision. I had practically dragged you through life with me, keeping you from finding a passion of your own....your passion had become taking care of me, even when I treated you like shit. Joe gave me a look as we pulled through the white gates and up the long driveway. I could already see you with our family and friends in your gorgeous black and pink dress waving us down. Your hair blew in the wind and your smile lit up my world. I felt healthier and happier than ever. This was it. Showtime!