Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Don't Be Cruel - Austin Butler

A/N: y'all love these hurt/comfort ones

Austin was never one for social media. He didn't pay much attention to it because he found it a little pointless and usually painful. But one night while the two of you were lounging on the couch, your legs on top of his, he decided to open up Instagram. His hand was mindlessly running up and down your calf as he scrolled through the sweet messages of fans and all the tagged posts he'd been a part of.

One caught his attention, it was a tagged post that had a photo of Austin as Elvis. The post's words were... cruel to say the least. They raved about Austin's complete lack of research, in how ridiculous he looks in his outfit because he looks nothing like Elvis, how his voice changed and how strange that is, or how ugly he was. He normally didn't care about comments on his voice or his appearance, they changed and people could choose to hate it or not but it wasn't hit responsibility.

But Elvis? Lack of research?

Austin had poured the past two years of his life into Elvis Presley, into becoming him. There was a relationship he had with him that he couldn't explain, a man he'd never met but he still felt connected to him. Priscilla Presley had quite literally told him that the soul of Elvis was in him, he was born to portray him. And to be told that he was the furthest thing, that he had ruined his name? That hurt, it cut deep into his soul.

You looked over to see tears coming down his face as Austin silently cried. He never spoke out loud when he was upset, you hadn't even noticed that he was crying until his hand fell from your leg.

His cheeks were bright and pink, glossy with tears as he tried to restrain sobs from coming out. You immediately reached over and touched his face, and Austin gasped at the feeling. His hand went to yours, holding it.

"What's going on baby?" You asked, adjusting so you sitting up properly. Austin handed you the phone and you read the shoddy article, growing angry with the words.

He covered his face with his hands, and you pulled him to you. His head fell on your breasts, lying on them as his body shook with his cries.

"They're full of lies, Aus... not one of those things are true," You said softly, rubbing his back.

"I-I tried to be Elvis," he murmured, "thought I did good."

"You did!"

You moved so you could hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "Baby you were exceptional. They are wrong."

Austin shook his head, "you're biased."

"I'm not biased."

"You're my girl of course you're biased."

"Austin, when I was watching I forgot I was your girl. You were so good I was completely transformed, this isn't bias this is an understand of talent. You are one of the most incredible men I know and that performance was unlike any I've seen."

He closed his eyes, his black lashes sticking to his face from the tears.

"Please believe me baby, I'll say it over and over again. I'll say it every day for every year. If that's what you need just say it baby."

"I need," Austin looked at the floor for a second. "I need to hear it again. If that isn't too much."

"No it's not. I will repeat myself until I'm blue in the face. Austin you were incredible. That article is full of shit, no one can do what you did. As well as you did."

He nodded softly but you knew he didn't believe you.

"Austin you're one of a kind. Baz picked you for a reason."

He finally looked up, the blue in his eyes very striking in this moment. You leaned over, kissing his plump lips. He sighed into your touch, letting his body lean on yours for comfort.

"The media can be cruel baby, so cruel. But I'm going to do everything in my power to show you that they're wrong. So so wrong."

Austin kissed you again, then asked if he could lay with you. You messed with his hair as he fell asleep in your lap.