Is there anything in the pipeline for CrawFever? I am obsessed with pretty boy Presley looking at a war widow on her lonesome with his baby blues and murmuring "gonna be good to ya, mama," in a breathy voice and a squirm of his hips. Holy fuckin shit I am thirsting after that image.
Past that I am enamored of the idea that when Elvis gets drafted all Mrs. Crawford sees is Billy, coming back cold and stiff in a pine box. So she says "no, this pretty boy is mine and like hell he gets to go get hisself shot" and marries him, following him to Germany, cradle robbing be damned. (June is happy to see her momma so fired up, even if it is a little embarrassing to hold her hand as she dresses down a man half a head taller in full dress uniform over the state of the Army when they question her presence on base)
Gentle Remidner: I’m abandoning this blog, I can now be found at @precious-lil-scoundrel
Good heavens, how long has this delicious ask been molding in my inbox like some neglected macrons? Oh my, do you know how special and dear Crawfever is to my heart? My first attempt at writing fanfic and that dynamic remains so enticing to me. In the original I stated a turn of events that would prohibit this but the image you painted makes for a fabulous AU.
I’m going nuts picturing this. Consider me properly tempted. 💋
