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elvisabutler · 9 months

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fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x female reader word count: 2650 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). very brief implied breastfeeding kink. breeding kink. pregnancy kink. housewife kink-ish. masturbation ( male ). masturbating while someone is asleep while next to them. mention of ovulation? i am unsure if i have much more to warn for. author’s note: welcome to day 9 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, breeding kink with big daddy elvis presley x reader. this also has like a smattering of housewife kink but it's kind of blink and you miss it. but i had fun writing this and honestly it flowed out of me but we all know that's what happens with breeding kink fics. consider the timeframe like 76/77? and apologies that i'm behind on this smut summer. this summer's just been a hot mess.

It started out innocent enough, with you playing with one of the boy's kids. Elvis can't remember whose if he's being honest with himself but it was his first glimpse as you as a mother beyond the times had been with Lisa. There was something different about this time, maybe it's how young the yittle baby was or maybe it's how you cuddled them close or how when you gave them back to their mama that your hand grazed your stomach in the most subtle of ways. The two of you had offhandedly talked about having children but never anything concrete beyond whispers of how he wanted to give Lisa a sibling and how you wanted a baby to call your own.

That night as you lay sleeping next to him, worn out from the day he can't help the way his mind wanders and thinks about the possibility of you pregnant with his child. Your hips were just the right size to hold a baby even as they'd expand outward just that little bit. His vision has you swollen with twins, he thinks, your belly swollen under a dress that stretches against your skin. There'd be no doubt who you belonged to and who put those big strong children inside of you. He can feel his cock starting to rise to the occasion, feel his foreskin retracting just that little bit as his cock swells. You'd be a good mother, taking care of the yittle ones and traveling with him with them. Your breasts would fill with milk he could suckle from before they were born and even after when they'd have their fill. He can't help the way his mind wanders and paints that picture of you pregnant that has his cock pressing against the underside of his stomach. His precum's already leaking damn near like a faucet and he needs relief in the form of his hand at the very least. With a hiss he pulls back his foreskin and takes himself in hand. The vision his mind gives him is one he thinks he might want to make a reality. You deserve to be a mother, deserve to be the mother of his little ones.

It doesn't take him long, stroking his cock and playing with the tip of it for him to start breathing heavy. He knows he needs to be quiet, knows you're a lighter sleeper than he ever has been but he can't help it. He can't help how much this is effecting him. This sort of desire has never been inside him, he's never craved having someone pregnant with his child and yet here he was with his cock in hand at the mere idea of you swollen with them. You're already a good enough housewife— not that he ever forced you to do it— but if you were pregnant you'd be the quintessential barefoot and pregnant wife. You'd be at home here in Graceland, belly rounded out helping Mary cook dinner. Or maybe you'd be at the International or on tour with him, craving him as much as he'd crave you like this, bouncing on his cock as best you could. A groan leaves his mouth unbidden and he moves the hand not on his cock to his mouth to stifle the noises he can't hold back and allows his mind to go through the possibilities. If he looks at your stomach right now hard enough he swears he can see the swell and without even trying to stop himself the hand that he had been biting down on goes to your stomach and rubs against it, picturing a time next year where his child would kick at his hand and you'd glare at him for waking them up only to tell him to rub your aching feet.

You shift in your sleep and Elvis takes his hand away like he's been burned even as he feels his orgasm hit him not unlike a freight train, forcing him to bite his lip as his release covers his hand and his legs. His post orgasm exhaustion starts to pull him into the warm embrace of sleep but he fights it just long enough to heave himself out of bed and to clean himself up. He wasted the come tonight but perhaps tomorrow night he can tell you what he wants. Yeah, he'll tell you what he wants then.

Life is busy when you're Elvis Presley though and he has to push the idea of telling you back another week before he even gets a spare moment with you awake with him to be able to even touch you. He's not much for planning, but he thought bringing this up to you would go better if he did plan for it. If he took you out to dinner and wined and dined you like you weren't together already then telling you how he wanted to stuff that yittle cunt of yours so full of his cum that there was no way you wouldn't be pregnant would bring you as much pleasure as it does him. That was the plan- that dinner and a night to remember was the plan but that plan was squashed by the Colonel and some last minute meeting that had you waiting for Elvis for hours until he finally came upstairs long after your dress and heels were abandoned for your far more comfortable robe.

If you're being honest, you're pouting a bit with your face in a book with the lamp on your nightstand on. Elvis takes one look at you and knows very well he's cocked this all up. Had every intention of making you happy with him and making you see the vision he had for making you a mama and now he's wondering if he's even gonna get to touch you tonight. Any other night and he might poke the bear, might needle you just a little to get you to eventually smile but not tonight, not with how angry you look with your straight shoulders and pursed lips. Tonight calls for him being quiet and biting his tongue as he strips himself down to nothing except his own robe and climbs into bed next to you. It's almost without thinking that you hand him a pair of reading glasses, assuming that with the presence of the robe and the lack of talking that he's going to just sit next to you and read passages from whichever text he's decided to be engrossed in for the past two days. He takes them from you but doesn't bother to pick up his book. Instead he places the glasses on his own nightstand and moves to stroke your arm, his calloused fingers brushing practically feather light against your arm. A shiver passes through your body and you can almost feel him smirking.

"What are you doing?" You ask with a heavy sigh as you turn to look at him, your frustration lessening the more he touches your arm, the heat of him passing through the fabric easily setting your body ablaze.

"Touchin' my wife," Elvis answers as his hand moves off your arm and to your chest, taking special care to enjoy the soft skin your breasts before cupping them. A gasp leaves your lips. "Tender?"

His mind flashes to a vision of your breasts larger in his hand and tender for another reason even as you answer. "You know they're tender around this time."

This time of the month, not your period, no, he'd remember that, you never wear this robe during that time. No, this time of the month is when you're ovulating, when you can get pregnant the easiest. The time of the month where he could breed you and it could actually take. His breaths quicken and deepen all at once as he accidentally squeezes your breast earning a hiss from you.

"Sorry darlin'. Bit— forgot it was that time. Didn't realize it was. Felt like it snuck up on us, didn't it?"

You narrow your eyes for a moment in confusion before you shrug, licking your lips. "It did. Kind of like that meeting did, hm?"

Elvis rubs at his mouth, squeezing his double chin just a hair before he nods. "Trust me, didn't want that meetin' any more than you did. Had plans for us tonight. Nice dinner, nicer dessert, maybe a perfect midnight snack."

The only answer you manage is a hum before you frown. "Well, we didn't get any of that, did we?"

Elvis's hands move to make it so you turn fully to him as he shifts in the bed to fully turn to you. "Aw hell, don't be like that. I'm sorry. I mean it. I wanted to take my wife out to dinner, tell her how good of a wife she is to me. How she keeps this house and any house we're at in order and how I couldn't ask for a better housewife." He pauses and watches as you look like you're tearing up before cupping your cheek. "And I wanted to ask if ya— if ya thought 'bout havin' a baby."

His cock and his leg twitches at the idea as he says it and he knows from how your gaze moves downward that you've noticed at least the leg twitch. Your gaze slowly moves back up to his face, taking in the rise and fall of his hairy chest, the rise and fall of his stomach and you swallow. "Right now?"

Because asking if he's asking if you're willing to get pregnant right now feels as if you might be overstepping. You can't help the way the idea has you clenching your thighs and has your arousal slowly starting to work its way through you.

A pleased sort of growl rumbles through Elvis's chest as he takes in your clenched thighs. "Right now. Or nine months from now. Been thinkin' 'bout how pretty you'd look pregnant. Wanna see how—"

"You already tell me I'm pretty every day. You already think about how pretty I am." You murmur a little shakily as Elvis starts to move closer to you, his hand moving down your torso to between your legs.

"I do. But you're gonna look even better all swollen wit' our baby inside of ya," he whispers, his fingers slipping in between your folds and groaning as he feels how wet you are. "Ya like that? Like thinkin' 'bout how full you'd be? How your breasts would get heavy wit' milk for our yittle one? Or yittle ones? How everyone'd see what I did to ya? How I love ya 'nough to give ya my baby?"

The noise that leaves you isn't necessarily one you're proud of nor is the way your hands move to cling to his upper arms. You feel his thumb press against your clit and you keen. You've never thought about this in depth but the image he's painting has you practically panting. Your hands scramble to pull him closer and to lift up his stomach just a little bit to reveal his cock already standing at full attention. His precum makes it easier to pull back his foreskin without causing him pain and yet he can't help the way he hisses at the feel of your hand against his cock. He lets himself be guided to where he's on top of you, his full weight pressed up against you as he slides his cock between your folds.

It's hard to say which one of you groans louder at the feeling of his cock inside you but you both don't move for a moment, even as he feels himself twitching inside of you, almost as if his cock is begging him to move. This was it, this was when he was going to make his dream a reality, he could feel it. Everything about tonight might have gone wrong but this wouldn't. You wouldn't leave this bed without his baby growing inside of you. You wouldn't leave this bed without his cum taking root inside you and swelling out your midsection. You wouldn't leave this bed without a baby in you that would cause your body to grow and change and would leave both of you insatiable for each other.

"Move, Elvis. Please," you start to beg before your nails dig into his back and your legs try and wrap around his hips. "Give me what you want to give me."

Make me a mama.

The words stir something inside of him that makes him feel a decade and a head injury younger. You want him to give you a baby, you want him to breed you. He pulls you in for a kiss, rough and almost violent as if he wants to devour you for asking for it. Your tongue meets his in a fight for some control even as he moves to suck on it, only letting go when he pulls away to kiss and nip at your neck, marking it in the only way he can until you've got proof of who you belong to growing inside of you.

His words are slurred when he growls them out, punctuating most of them with a thrust. "Gonna make you a mama. Gonna give you a baby. Gonna watch your tits swell up with milk for our baby. Gonna— goddammit, quit clenchin' baby, gonna have me burstin' 'fore I make ya happy."

What he doesn’t know, or what’s lost in the obscene haze, is that the desperate clenching of your cunt is because you want him to. You want to feel his release inside you before you topple over the precipice of your orgasm. "No. Wanna— Need to feel it first. Give me our baby."

You've never been one to be very demanding or too dominant in the bedroom and Elvis has never responded to it from you but tonight it does something to him. His balls tighten and his arms pull you closer as he feels himself cumming inside of you, his cum filling you to try and do what you commanded of him. A shake runs through him when you kiss him, harsh at first but settling into something softer as he tries to steady himself on top of you. You're so engrossed in watchin him that you end up missing how one of his hands move down to your swollen clit until you feel the brush of his fingers rubbing against it. It's then that your own release hits you in soft waves that he coaxes you through, shushing you quietly as you start to whimper.

"That's it, darlin'. I gotcha." He coos in your ear even as his hand starts to pull away. He doesn't move beyond that, instead choosing to look at you underneath him, chest heaving as you catch your own breath. His hand wanders around your body, watching the goosebumps form on your skin. "Think ya got 'nother round in ya?"

If he's asking himself that more than you, he doesn't let on and you don't bother to point it out. Instead you push against his chest and nod. "I do, but I think I want to be on top of you. Let you play with my boobs. Feel how they are in your hands before you make them swell up."

Elvis doesn't need to be told twice and lays down before pulling you to be on top of him, hissing as you sink onto his cock. "Gonna watch 'em bounce first." His eyes dart to between your legs where he sees a bit of cum leaking out. "After this ya gonna lay back down. Can't be wastin' my cum, darlin'. Not if ya want our baby."

A smirk crosses your lips as you lean to whisper in his ear. "Elvis, daddy, I'm going to be leaking it when we're done."

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2023: THE YEAR THE MUSIC DIDNT DIE BUT JESUS CHRIST

“Remembering Harry Belafonte, Tony Bennett, Tina Turner, Burt Bacharach, Jimmy Buffett, Gordon Lightfoot, Wayne Shorter, David Crosby, Sinead O’Connor, Robbie Robertson, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Ahmad Jamal, Jeff Beck, Tom Verlaine, Lisa Marie Presley, Shane MacGowan and many others who died in 2023.” — NYT

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This is the Story

Chapter 6

A/N: I'm super nervous to publish this chapter, for some reason, so if you like it please let me know! And I hope you do love it! This is so fluffy it's the unicorn from Despicable Me.

ICYMI: This is the one with the OC Grace Dubois, author and single mom of Wendy. It's set in 1973 and this chapter happens in November, just after Halloween. Need to catch up? Here are links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Warnings: None really? Again. It's. So. Fluffy.

Word count: 2.9k

Song that inspired the series:

Both Elvis and Grace get ready for bed and attempt sleeping, trying and failing to think of anything but each other.

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The next day, Grace takes her time getting ready to go to Graceland. She normally arrives around lunchtime, but today it's almost 2pm. When she finally arrives, she knocks on the door and Elvis answers. He gives her an awkward smile and coughs as he gestures for her to come in. They get up to his office and he seems to be having trouble sitting still. He keeps getting up to get a glass of water or an aspirin or to go to the bathroom.

Grace starts to think she imagined everything that she thought was between them last night. He seems to be doing everything in his power to avoid her. Why did he hug her then? And the almost kiss? What was that if he can't stand to be in her presence?

After about an hour of this, Grace is starting to get irritated with him. Eventually, he stops her from asking questions.

"I'm sorry; I think we're going to have to be done for today. I'm not feeling well." He smiles awkwardly and stands up to walk her to the door.

Now she's angry. Yes, maybe it was a little awkward after last night, but if he has to make up a lie about not feeling well just to get out of her presence, she's not going to force him. She nods curtly and heads for the door. When they get there, he acts like he wants to hug her again, but she walks straight past him to her car.

The next day is Friday, so she drops Wendy off at school and is ready to let Elvis know how she's feeling when the phone rings out of nowhere.

"Ms. Dubois? This is Jerry Schilling. Elvis won't be needing you to come to the house today. Thank you." Click.

He didn't even give her a chance to ask why or say anything at all. But if Elvis is that desperate to avoid her, then fine. She'll just wait until the weekly Sunday night call, when they make a schedule for the upcoming week, to let him know what she thinks.

But on Sunday evening, there's no phone call. Grace sits on the side of her bed trying not to cry. What did she do wrong? It felt like maybe she had finally found someone she could trust after all these years. But now he is reminding her of Wendy's father. She had trusted him and then he abandoned her when she needed him the most. Was Elvis doing the same thing? She wasn't exactly in a crisis, but he was already proving that he was untrustworthy.

Frank was right. She should've kept her distance.

"Mama, what's wrong?" Wendy comes into her room and sits next to her on the bed.

"Oh, nothing, I'm fine, sweetie."

"Is this about Daddy?"

"Daddy?"

"Mr. Presley!" Wendy rolls her eyes a little that Grace doesn't remember.

"Honey, no. It has nothing to do with him. And he's not your daddy. You shouldn't call him that."

"Why not? Lisa Marie said I could." Grace puts a hand on her forehead. The pounding behind her eyes is starting to get to her.

"You just... can't, okay?" Wendy nods slowly.

"Sure. I'll stop." She says it quietly, but she has no intention of stopping.

On Monday morning, Grace is ready to go to battle with Elvis. He has now ignored her for three full days. It doesn't matter how awkward it might've been on Halloween. He could at least apologize to her face and let her know he wasn't interested. Instead, he's sneaking around and avoiding her like a child. And he was mad that she disappeared?

She drops Wendy off and goes straight to the house around 9am. It's earlier than she's ever been there and she knows Elvis is probably still asleep, but she is fully prepared to stand in the foyer and yell until he comes down.

She stomps up to the door and knocks loudly. Jerry answers slowly.

"Ms. Dubois, what are you doing here? He's not..." Grace pushes past him into the front hall.

"Elvis! You owe me an explanation!"

"He's not here, Grace." She whips around to Jerry. Did he take off? He's probably back in Vegas.

"Where the FUCK is he, Jerry?!" Jerry shakes his head. He's obviously avoiding telling her. Just then, the phone rings. He walks to it and answers it carefully. Grace stands close by. She can hear Elvis's father, Vernon, on the other end of the line.

"What is it?" Jerry asks.

"He's asking for Grace. Should we call her?" Jerry turns and looks at her. He knows she heard that.

"We don't need to call her. She's here."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"I think I have to. Especially if he's asking for her."

"Well, alright then." Jerry hangs up the phone and looks at her nervously.

"Jerry, you better tell me what's going on right now." He hesitates before he opens his mouth.

"He's in the hospital. He has pneumonia. The doctors are worried..."

Jerry keeps talking but Grace doesn't hear anything else. Her heart sinks to her stomach and feels like it's in a vice. Everything starts to sounds garbled and her heart rate hits the roof. Her hands start shaking and without another thought, she turns on her heel and starts running towards her car. She has to get to him, now. She feels tears stream down her face as she tries to get her key into the car door, but she's shaking too much. Then, she feels Jerry's hand on her shoulder gently.

"Come on. I'll drive you." He takes the keys and guides her around to the passenger side. Once they're headed for the hospital, Grace begins to sob openly.

"This whole time I've been so angry and he's in the hospital."

"Oh, Grace, you had no way of knowing."

"What if he dies?!" She turns to Jerry frantically. "Please. He can't die." She's begging Jerry like he has some control over the situation.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Grace looks down at her hands and continues crying. She didn't even realize how much she cared about him until she knew he was in danger.

"I really do." Jerry smiles softly and looks over at her in the passenger seat. "Please don't tell him. I still don't know how he feels about me."

"Grace, I'm not sure I've ever seen him like this before. Usually between shows, he gets very sulky and spends most of his time in his room. But now? He's always so excited to see you. His mood is better than ever. Even the other guys have noticed. Don't feel bad for caring about him."

She swallows hard and thinks about what this might mean. Just then, Jerry pulls into the hospital parking lot. She can't think about any of that right now. Right now she just needs to see him and make sure he's okay.

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Elvis has been in and out of delirious consciousness for the last two days. His fever is very high and he needs oxygen to keep breathing. Today is the first day he's been able to speak. He pulls the oxygen mask off again and gestures for his father to come close to him.

"Did you call Grace? Is she coming?"

"I'm not sure. We told her, but I don't know if she's coming."

He puts the oxygen mask back on for a bit. Surely, she'll come? If nothing else, she said she wouldn't disappear again. She said they could be friends. This is his last thought before he drifts off to sleep.

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Grace walks carefully into the hospital room and her breath catches in her throat. Her hand goes to her mouth and she feels her eyes fill with tears again.

"No." She whispers. He looks even worse than she imagined, with the oxygen mask on and the IVs hooked up to him.

When Vernon sees her, he gets up out of the chair next to the bed. She goes immediately to the side of the bed, taking Elvis's big, warm hand in her own. Then, she pushes his hair back off his forehead and feels his fever. He's so warm, it's scary. Her hands are cool, so she gently presses one to his cheek. She wants him to wake up, but he doesn't. Finally, she settles in the chair Vernon was sitting in. She lowers her head and presses a kiss on his hand and then holds it up to her face.

Wake up, Elvis. I'm here. Wake up.

She wills him to wake up, and somehow it's like he hears her. His eyes flutter open and she stands up, leaning over him again. He pulls the oxygen mask off his face. Jerry gestures to Vernon that they should give them the room. The two men walk out and leave Grace and Elvis alone.

"You're here."

"Of course I am." She smiles softly. "I promised I wouldn't disappear again."

He smiles weakly and tries to lift his hand to her face, but he can't. She grabs his hand and holds it, bringing it to her cheek for him. Then, she kisses the inside of his palm.

"What do you need? Can I get anything for you?" He shakes his head slightly.

"I just need you." He puts the oxygen mask back on and rubs his thumb over her cheek. She puts his hand back down and he drifts off to sleep again.

As soon as he's asleep, she uses a pay phone to call Paulette and get her on the first plane to Memphis. She'll need her to watch Wendy while she cares for Elvis. Luckily, there's a flight coming in around 2, just in time for her to be at the apartment when Wendy gets off the bus. She arranges with Jerry for a driver to pick her up from the airport and uses her work expense account to pay for the flight. Once Wendy and Paulette are squared away, she goes back to Elvis. She stays by his bedside for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat lunch. He sleeps for most of the day, but every time he wakes up, he looks for her and she's quick to make sure he knows she's there.

At one point in the afternoon, the Colonel arrives to check on him. He's shocked to find Grace there and he's even more shocked to see how comfortable she seems by his side.

"Ms. Du-boys, surely you're not here collecting information for the book."

She whips her head around to him. Nothing could be further from her mind.

"Absolutely not. I'm just here for him."

"You two seem to have gotten close."

"We're... friends." She hesitates a little and she can tell the Colonel notices.

Evening comes and Grace, Jerry, Vernon, and the Colonel are all still there. A nurse comes in to tell them regular visiting hours are over.

"Only one of you can stay with him overnight." Jerry and Vernon both look at Grace. Again, the Colonel is surprised.

"I'll stay." She tries to say it with some authority since she's not his next of kin or anything, but the nurse doesn't seem to care.

She spends the night sitting in the chair leaned over asleep on the side of his bed.

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At one point in the night, Elvis wakes up. Again he looks for Grace first. He's comforted to find her there, breathing softly, peacefully sleeping on the side of his bed. He lifts his hand and strokes her hair, which she's taken down to be more comfortable.

The moonlight streams in through the window, illuminating her features. She's so beautiful. His heart feels full and he prays that she never leaves. He's never felt this way about any woman in his life.

Before he goes back to sleep, he runs his fingers down her face gently, tracing her high cheekbones and the outline of her soft lips. Then, he drifts off more content than he's been in years.

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Grace stays by Elvis's bedside for the next three days as he slowly comes back to health. She leaves only to check on Wendy and shower.

On the third day, the doctor comes in and tells them he can go home.

"It was touch and go for a bit, but he hit a real turning point on Monday. He'll be fine. He just needs to continue to rest for the next week or so. Does he have someone who can look after him at home?" Again, Vernon and Jerry look at Grace. This time Elvis does too. She had already planned on taking care of him, so she nods.

Wendy is safe with Paulette and when Grace tells her why she is going to be gone, Wendy smiles widely.

"Daddy needs you. It's okay." Grace rolls her eyes but doesn't correct her this time. She packs a suitcase and kisses Wendy on the head.

"I'll be back to check on you everyday."

"Take good care of Daddy." Grace shakes her head as she walks out the door. Where does that girl get her spunk?

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Once Elvis is settled in his bed in pajamas that evening, Grace comes in to check on him. Part of him is shocked she agreed to stay with him while he recovers. He's starting to wonder if maybe she is feeling something close to what he's feeling.

"Do you need anything?" She says as she collects his dinner tray.

"Maybe some more water? Thank you, honey." When she comes back with the water, she sets it on the bedside table and starts to walk away. He grabs her hand.

"Hey, sit with me for a bit." He pats on the bedspread for her to sit down next to him. She positions herself on the edge of the bed, facing him.

"Did you need something else?" She's smiling softly.

"No I just wanted to talk to you." She relaxes a bit. He can tell she's a little nervous caring for him in his house.

"What should we talk about?" She laughs quietly. He looks over her T-shirt and jeans, searching for something to say. In reality, he just wants her to stay close to him.

"Would you like me to read to you?" He looks back up into her face, thankful for her suggestion.

"Yes, I would like that very much." He points her to a stack of books. She chooses one that happens to be a favorite of his and settles herself back onto the bed. As she begins to read, he watches her carefully. He loves the way she licks her lips as she turns the page and the piece of hair that's fallen out of her loose bun. If he had any kind of strength at all, he would reach out and touch her, but he's still weak from sickness. But if being sick is what it takes to keep her here, he hopes he's sick forever.

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Grace does everything in her power not to lay down next to him on the bed as she reads. She wants to feel his closeness, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. The moment feels deeply intimate, but there's so much separation between them. And she still doesn't even know for sure if he would want that. She considers just asking him, straight out, but the thought that he might say no kills her. Better to just not know.

She reads for an hour or two with him listening intently before he finally gives in and goes to sleep. Or, at least, she thinks he's asleep, but when she closes the book and gets up to leave, she hears his voice softly behind her.

"Please stay."

"Elvis, it's late. I need to go to bed."

"Sleep here. Please." She looks at the bed skeptically. "It's a big bed. You don't even have to touch me. You know I'm too sick to try anything. Please?" She turns to leave. "Grace?"

"I'm getting my pajamas." She gives him a small smile and goes to the room where her suitcase is. Her heart is racing and she knows this is probably a bad idea, but she grabs her things and changes quickly. She's spent the last few nights with her head on the bed next to him anyway. How much different is this really?

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When Grace comes back into the room in her pajamas, Elvis's heart skips a beat. He can't believe he asked her to sleep in the bed with him. He's not the kind of man to sleep in a bed with a woman before he spends time doing other things in the bed. But this is different. She's different.

She gets in the bed on the opposite side and lays down with a good bit of space between them.

"Thank you. For everything." He looks over at her. She scoots over closer to him until their arms are touching.

"Well the last thing I need is for Elvis Presley to stop breathing on my watch." He laughs and starts to cough. Instinctively, she rolls over and puts her hand on his chest. He stops coughing and puts his hand over hers. Then, he presses his lips to her forehead and whispers.

"Thank you."

They sleep this way for the next week and a half. And no matter how hard they try, they always wake up in the morning cuddled together in the middle of the bed.

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Stay tuned! The next chapter should be a doozy!

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suspiciousmindsxo · 4 months

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🕊REMEMBERING LISA MARIE PRESLEY🕊

Today makes 1 year that this precious angel gained her wings. She was a wonderful and beautiful person inside and out. Her light is still shinning down on us all.🫶🏽💕

#lisa marie presley #lisa marie

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foreverdolly · 2 years

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would it be a sin? | austin butler x fempresley!oc

part one

pairings: austin butler x fem!oc

word count: 3,422

summary: austin is over the moon about getting the lead role in the up and coming elvis biopic, but he's beginning to buckle under the immense pressure. there's a fine line that had to be drawn between himself and elvis presley, but it's beginning to blur as the days go by. when austin is introduced to lisa-marie's daughter, it's love at first sight. he's terrified of blending work with pleasure, but it's getting impossible to deny his heart.

warnings: mild cursing and fluff- the mouthwatering smut comes later.

notes:i wanted to start this first chapter off by saying that all of this is a work of fiction. i will be talking about things that are personal to both austin butler as well as the presley family, but i will be doing it with the utmost respect. this first chapter is tame, but there will be smut as well as the mention of the loss of family members through unfortunate circumstances in future chapters. the topics of drug use and death will not be romanticized or sensationalized in any way. if you have any requests for one shots for austin!elvis or austin butler x reader, please feel free to ask!

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Austin, most days, no longer felt like himself. It was hard to differentiate where Austin started and Elvis began. Over the months of nonstop research and dedication, the two of them melded together somehow. Who was who? He didn’t know anymore. Couldn’t really remember, either.

Austin wasn’t just playing a part in a film anymore. It felt too real. Too dangerous. It was bound to all get worse before it got better. When Baz officially calls it all a wrap and shuts off the cameras for good, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do. He was already flailing, trying to get a grip on things. . . on life. His long term relationship of nine years had ended towards the very beginning of the project. He had just cut and dyed his hair and had thrown himself into his art. Maybe it was his fault that things ended, but he didn’t regret it. Not even for an instant; no matter how horrible that may sound. Working on the movie had made it an easy transition from living everyday life with a long term partner to suddenly being single and alone. He had hidden himself away in his new flat in Australia. Due to Covid he rarely had any visitors. He had been able to sort out his own feelings back then. He took the time to really sort through his emotions and wrap his head around things.

His ex had been a major part of his life. She had helped to mold and shape him into the man that he was today. Austin had learned what he liked and didn’t like in a relationship. He learned how to be patient and how to properly care for a woman. She would always be an essential part of who he was- but as a building block. She had been an essential stepping stone. That first relationship had acted as his training wheels- but Austin knew how to ride now- so it was natural for him to take them off. So he had.

He mourned the relationship for a few short days, but the tears didn’t last for very long. He had ripped off the band-aid, and there was something oddly cathartic about it all. He felt better than he really had in years, and it was because things felt right. He had been resolute in his decision, and though he knew that it had been painful for her, she had agreed with him on all points. All that they had ever known was each other, and towards the five year mark, that had been the only thing that really kept them together. Familiarity and comfortability had been the glue that kept them stuck in that odd state of limbo. Austin stopped thinking about marriage and children as the years ticked by with her. He had stopped planning out their future. Instead they seemed to live day by day, making excuses to themselves and loved ones whenever anyone pried or if they tried to do any serious soul searching.

The call where he had ended things had only lasted fifteen minutes and thirty-nine seconds. He had kept things simple- sugar coated some things so that they would be easier for her to digest- and waited for her reaction. There had been tears. He could hear them, but she understood. He could tell that she agreed, and maybe that had been the hardest part of it all for her. The realization that they had been clinging onto each other for dear life, all while knowing that they weren’t the ones for each other. Change was a terrifying thing, and so they had ignored their own feelings and desires, hoping that eventually it would fade out.

Austin’s true feelings never flickered out though. They had stayed, and with it came the doubt. Then the decision.

He had told himself that he wouldn’t date for a while. He needed to dive head first into his project, and he couldn’t have any distractions. For a time that was exactly what he had done. He had put so much pressure on himself to do well that he found it hard to think of much else. He lived and breathed Elvis. For four long months there hadn’t been much else. It had been a lot to get used to for his friends and family. For the first couple of weeks, his sudden change of accent had been shocking for them. His father had been the most worried about it. He was scared about what would happen after they finished everything. Austin had assured everyone that he wanted the accent to feel natural to him, and that he had just chosen to take a more method approach so that he could fully immerse himself into the project.

These days, he had trouble remembering what he sounded like before they started filming. That was terrifying. He felt his grip on reality shifting. He was losing an uphill battle, because if he was going to be completely honest with himself, his mental health had never been all that great.

It was the day after that self realization that he had sought out personal advice, going to Tom Hanks in the hopes that he’d help to ground him. The man’s words had been simple, yet crucial. He needed to take time for himself. Not Elvis. Austin.

Austin had ordered a book later that night that reminded him of his years in high school. He had been forced to read it for an essay, but had found himself unable to put it down. Every night that week he curled up on the couch and read The Great Gatsby. Instead of feeling like somebody else completely, in those moments he only felt nostalgic. The line between Austin and Elvis had slowly been carved, no matter how faint.

But then she came along.

It had been a regular day on set, and a particularly hard one at that. After all of the karate lessons, dialect coaching, and dance classes the man was absolutely exhausted. He didn’t have too much left in him to give that day, and he was excited to crawl back home and fall asleep under his weighted blanket. He had moved to stand behind the camera, one of the crew member’s playing a scene back for him so that he could see exactly where he had gone wrong. Rather than moving his hips while he performed, he had been using his knees instead. He was hurting badly because of it, and it didn’t look the same. It didn’t look right. His mood had soured instantly, his blue eyes narrowing on the small screen as he took a step closer, watching his footing again and again. “Play that back one more time for me.” The crew member started to wind the shot back, but Baz had stepped in, his arm wrapped tightly around an unfamiliar figure. Austin was in no mood to meet anyone or exchange niceties with any of the extras. Not today at least. Today he was feeling majorly self conscious, and it was bleeding into his attitude.

“We’re about to wrap up for the day, so I wanted you to meet someone.” Austin wanted to groan. To ruffle his greased up hair and throw an absolute fit. The entire Presley family were eventually going to see the film, and he was letting them down, he just knew it. He was letting everybody down by this performance. How the hell was he supposed to smile and play nice? Austin turned on his heel, wishing that he had mastered the art of the fake smile over the years he had spent in Hollywood. He was good at acting, but he had the inability to be fake.

He turned on his heel, shoving his hands into the pockets of his blue slacks before eying Baz. The older man gently pushed the mystery woman forward, motioning with his head in her direction. Austin let his eyes focus on her in the dim studio lighting. He found himself instantly regretting everything. His initial expression, his inability to properly execute today’s scenes, the fact that he had eaten garlic hummus with his lunch that day- all of it.

Oh god, it was almost as though the world had shifted beneath his feet. His heart jumped up into his throat, his hands began to sweat, and he found it nearly impossible to function. All words escaped him. The only thing that left his lips for the first few seconds was a breathy huff, his blue eyes locking on her small figure. She was short and compact, daintily made in a way that made his protective instincts flare. Her hair was dark against the bright colors of her dress, the contrast a bit shocking. The first thing he noticed were her large eyes- so bright and so very blue. Then she smiled at him. The words weren’t the only thing to escape him. So had the ability to breathe. If Baz noticed the man’s reaction, he didn’t say anything. Instead he took the opportunity to fill the silence, gesturing between the two of them.

“Austin, this is Elliot. She wasn’t able to meet you back when we had the original luncheon with the rest of her family.” His reaction was delayed as he tried to piece together exactly what his director was trying to say.

It wasn’t until she reached her hand out towards him that it finally registered. “You’re related to Priscilla then?” He felt stupid the second the question left his lips, and he couldn’t help but smile nervously as he reached out and took her small hand in his, giving it a couple of shakes.

Thankfully she found humor in his reaction and laughed, and though the busy studio overshadowed the gorgeous sound, it reverberated in his ears nonetheless. “I’m one of her granddaughters. Lisa-Marie is my mother.” Austin’s eyes really honed in on each one of her dainty features. Her small pointed nose, her warm smile and bright blue eyes. He felt embarrassed that he didn’t instantly recognize her. It was almost as though he was shaking hands with Priscilla back when she was in her twenties. The resemblance was uncanny.

“That’s it for today people! You all did great!” Baz called out, the bright lights shutting off loudly as the cameras were moved out of position. Elliot stumbled out of the way, moving to Austin’s side so that extras could begin making their way off stage and to the dressing rooms. She lingered by his side, her arm gently brushing against his as cast and crew filed past. A few people looked in their direction, staring a little too long as they tried to decipher just who she was and what they were doing together. “I got here about thirty minutes ago, so I saw the last few takes.” She explained.

Austin pinched the bridge of his nose, his cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. Of course she just so happened to show up today of all days. He had been off of his game all day long. “You were dazzling.” His eyes flickered open so that he could stare down at her, his mascara coated lashes brushing against his brow bone as he watched her expression carefully. He raised an eyebrow dubiously at her, completely unbelieving of the sweet sentiment. She threw her hands up in surrender, her smile widening.

“No, no. I’m serious, Austin. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. It was surreal.” He had been getting a lot of positive feedback as of late, but he still wasn’t used to it. He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as he stared down at his feet, raising his hand so that he could nervously rub at the back of his neck.

“Well that means a lot comin’ from you.” He felt like an idiot talking to her in the accent, but he was already neck deep in it. He was positive that he couldn’t turn the voice off even if he tried.

“Baz is incredibly proud of you, by the way. He kept telling me about how dedicated you are to playing this part, and it really shows.” Elliot would never know how much her words meant to him. Today, of all days, he really needed to hear those things.

The fear of getting it all wrong kept him up most nights. Last night had been incredibly hard for him. The anxiety was eating him alive. He hadn’t even been able to keep down his breakfast this morning, his nerves getting the best of him. “One of my grandfather’s biggest fears was people dehumanizing him. Everyone has turned him into more of a character and less of a man. He wanted to do something important with his life- make an impact, you know? Your performance felt human.” The woman was quick to reach out, placing her warm palm against his sleeve. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, giving him a few quick squeezes. Austin wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure him or comfort him. Either way, she was handling him with a sort of softness that he wasn’t used to.

The actor could listen to her talk all day, he was positive. There was something about her voice that made his muscles untense and his mind quiet. It was soft and melodic, and if it wasn’t the kindness in her eyes that made him melt, then it was certainly the gentle way that she spoke to him that did the trick. Austin was certain that his knees were quivering beneath him. “I want to pick your brain,” He spoke up before he had time to second guess himself. “Would you like to have dinner with me? If you have other plans, I completely understand. Just thought it would be nice, is all.”

The girl shook her head, her dark locks falling off of her shoulders with the movement. For a second he was scared that he was being rejected, but she motioned towards the door with a sweep of her hand. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.” He let out a sigh of relief, a nervous laugh bubbling up and out of his throat soon after.

“Just let me go get changed, okay? It will only take a minute.” He had to remind himself not to run through the studio, his heart pounding in his ears as he closed the door firmly behind him. He had been terrified out of his mind whenever he had met Priscilla and Lisa-Marie for the first time. He had called Baz the night before, hoping for some sort of guidance. The director had become more of a mentor over the last couple of months, and he was hoping for some kind of a pick-me-up. Despite his constant words of nonchalance and encouragement, the anxiety lingered. He carried it in the pit of his stomach the next afternoon, and it didn’t ease throughout the entire luncheon. Austin wasn’t quite sure how he had managed to eat, but he had scarfed down way more than he was used to consuming. He went home with sweaty palms, an overactive imagination, and a stomach that was packed to full capacity. This felt oddly similar, but different at the same time.

This wasn’t a date, but Austin couldn’t seem to get the point across to the rest of his body. “Fuck.” He whispered under his breath, reaching for the hanger so that he could neatly begin taking off the outfit. He took the time to make sure that everything was hung up to Catherine’s liking before grabbing his leather duffle bag, pulling on his clothes like a mad man. He had worn a pair of light washed jeans and his favorite pair of brown boots to the studio this morning. He had spilled coffee on his shirt early in the afternoon, so Catherine had given him a spare white tee to wear home. He made a mental note to thank her whenever he saw her in the morning. Clearing his throat he moved closer to the mirror, taking a look at his hair that had been slicked back hours ago. He ran his fingers through it, trying his hardest to disarrange the hairstyle, but it only made his hair look dirty. With an exasperated groan he used his fingers to put it back into place, taking a step back to look at the eyeliner that had been dragged over his top lash line. He had half the mind to try and rub it off as well, but he knew that he’d only make himself look like a raccoon, what with the mascara on his top and bottom lashes.

This entire situation was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Here he was, giddy over the potential of getting to know her better, all while dressed like her grandfather. The humor of the situation was lost on him. Instead he rubbed his large hands down his cheeks, letting out an aggravated groan. He felt like he was in high school all over again. He hadn’t been this nervous about a girl in. . . well. . . - now that he thought about it, had he ever been this nervous over a girl? He hadn’t been single since he was twenty-one. He had been fresh out of high school, and the only dates he had been on prior to his ex had been double dates that his guy friends had coerced him into. He was nearly thirty years old, acting as though he was still in his twenties. He felt ashamed.

Austin braced either of his hands on the dressing room counter, staring up at himself through his lashes. He had rather liked the dyed black hair, but he suddenly felt ridiculous standing there in the mirror. He had to go ahead and set himself up for disappointment. If he didn’t try, then there would be no chance of rejection. He needed to go ahead and dash whatever fantasies were floating around in his brain before they got the better of him, because how embarrassing would that make things for him? He wouldn’t just be friendzoned, he would be grandpa-zoned. Elliot saw him as one of the men tasked with telling her family’s tragic story. This was important to her, he could tell. This dinner was going to be nothing more than two potential friends talking with one another. It was going to be a great opportunity for him to hear rather intimate stories about the legend, passed down to her by the only woman that really knew the true Elvis. After a few deep breaths he stood up, brushing his hands over his shirt a few times before heading out the door. The overhead studio lights had been turned back on, a few of the crew members still lingering around as they taped wires to the floor, readjusted certain lights, and readied themselves for tomorrow's busy schedule.

Elliot’s back was to him, so he took the opportunity to get a better look at her. Her dress was a seventies style slip dress that brushed against her upper thighs. Her short dress and calf high boots made her look a lot taller than she really was from where he was standing. Of course he had seen her up close, and knew that she was well below his chin. Both her mother and grandmother were on the shorter side, so he wasn’t surprised. Her hair, which he hadn’t gotten a very good look at when the two had first been introduced, was incredibly long. It cascaded down her back in loose waves, ending right at her hips. Austin didn’t allow himself to stare at her for too long, not wanting to get carried away. ‘Friends’, he reminded himself as he walked up to her. “Elliot,” He called her name to get her attention, his eyebrows furrowing when he noticed that there was something in her hand. She turned her head to face him, grinning ear to ear as she flashed him a pair of ivory white panties. She had her fingers looped into the waistband, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that she had stumbled across the prop by accident. She must have been laughing to herself for a little while. Her cheeks were slightly red from smiling. “Nice.” She said simply, tossing them into one of the crew member’s folding chairs before nodding her head towards the door. “Shall we? I’m starving.”

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 10 months

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I love that skinny dipping prompt. Could you make it with 70s Elvis, maybe a hint of smut at the end. Thanks!!!!

Just Like Old Times

70s!elvis x reader | 🌺 - skinny dipping

tw: sad reader but that's it! || word count: 2.0k || rating: Pg-13

A/N: i'm baaaack!! it's been so super long since i updated but hi!! i hope all of y'all are thriving and are healthy and happy! i'm starting out slow with some blurbs (thank y'all for the requests fr!) but hopefully i will soon be able to step back into doing full-length fics as well!

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You clutch the pillow harder and wipe a stray tear from your cheek. The moment your fingertips swipe it away, another takes its place. You ignore the sound of the creaky door opening, his footsteps on the carpet, the way the bed dips down when he sits on the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut in denial when you feel your husband’s palm stretching across your back.

“I’m sorry, baby,” his deep voice comes out raspy and strained.

You can tell that he’s been crying, too. For a moment, you feel accomplished knowing that you’ve hurt him. He should be upset; the whole argument was his fault to begin with. If he would just spend a little more time at home, if he would just settle down…

What are you saying? He’s Elvis Presley. There’s no such thing as settled down for him.

“You okay, honey? I don’t like this not talkin none,” he continues. “I can’t promise I can fix it, but what I can do is promise to listen. For real this time.”

“What good will listening do, Elvis?” You muster the energy to sit up, sniffing as you straighten. “I’m sick of this. I can’t do it anymore. I shouldn’t have to.”

“I know baby, I know,” he replies, taking ahold of your hands. “Believe me.”

You drop your gaze down the bed, feeling your chest tighten.

“Let’s go for a walk like we used to when you first move in here. Can we do that, darlin? Please?”

Your spirit brightens at the mention of your early days together, the honeymoon phase, when you had just moved into Graceland. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth and you remember fonder times just after your marriage. You newlyweds had taken so many walks in the backwoods of the property. You talked to Lisa Marie in your stomach as you walked, telling her about the trees and the flowers and the fireflies.

When you raise your eyes to your husband’s, you hard exterior softens immediately. His eyebrows are turned upward, his eyes glistening with tears. He has always been able to break you down so easily. You sigh and nod.

You pull on a pair of sneakers and grab a jacket, just in case. Summer is turning to fall and the Tennessee weather is unpredictable. Elvis holds out his hand but you can’t bring yourself to take it just yet. You gently push it away and descend the stairs before stepping out into the familiar night.

For the first few steps, Elvis trails behind you. You guess he’s gauging how much trouble he’s really in and trying to decide how close he can get without upsetting you. You walk with your arms crossed over your chest, the jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. You keep your eyes trained on the ground beneath you, watching each step carefully. He must have taken your silence as a good sign, because he circles around to your side and falls in step with you. You walk in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of your feet crunching through the grass and leaves to fill the crisp night air.

“I’m just frustrated is all,” you say quietly. “I married you because I want to do everything with you, share everything with you, be with you all the time. Now…I hardly see you and, when I do, I’m not even sure you’re really there.”

You are met with silence. Again, the air is filled with the sounds of your feet trekking through the backyard. After what feels like a long while, you lift your head to the side. Elvis’ fingers are busy rubbing repetitive circles on his temple.

“I know, darlin, I know. This has been botherin you for a long time now. I jus…see, I know how to fix it but I just gotta make myself do it. I know I gotta make more time for ya. For you and Lisa. I know that but I…I jus can’t. That’s the problem.”

Your feet scuff to a stop and you turn toward your husband, exasperated.

“Why can’t you? What are you so afraid of, Elvis?”

He throws his hands up, his head rolling to the side so that he doesn’t have to face you directly.

“If I take time off, I feel like I…like no one’ll…Nah, nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“Elvis,” you step closer to him. Your palm slides onto his face, forcing his eyes down to yours. “Nothing you could ever say will sound stupid to me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

His jaw clenches and you can tell he’s clearly thinking. He sighs and nods resolutely.

“If I take a break, I’m worried that nobody’s gonna remember me when I come back.”

Your frustrated expression softens once again and you step closer to him, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone.

“Oh Elvis…baby, they’re not gonna forget you. No one could forget you. Hell, those fans know you better than I do right now. I feel like I hardly know you anymore. They got their time with Elvis Presley. Now it’s my turn.”

He hesitates, shaking his head. His face contorts into a concerned expression, so you grip harder onto his face.

“It doesn’t have to be forever, Elvis. Just for a while. I want my husband back, even if it’s just for a bit. A vacation. I think we should take one. We could take Lisa to Disney World or go on a cruise to the Bahamas or…whatever you want.”

Elvis closes his eyes, dropping his head down. His forehead crashes onto your chest. Your fingers tangle into his hair, gingerly brushing through the locks. You remain like that for a few moments before Elvis lifts his head. He presses a chaste kiss to the bottom of your throat and then pulls away. He sniffs and offers a small smile before holding out both of his hands. His body circles around you.

“C’mere,” he says.

“Where are we going?” you ask, even though you’re already reaching out to meet him.

“You’ll see.”

He starts to pull you along, on a path you don’t immediately recognize. You squint into the darkness but, without the generous light from the streetlamps, all you have to work off of is the beam of white light from the full moon above you. Despite the darkness surrounding you, you can still see the way your husband’s eyes sparkle. You haven’t seen that in a long time.

You stumble behind him into a small clearing. Your breath catches in your throat as you start to comprehend where you are. You giggle and bite your lip as memories flood through your mind.

“Remember this place?” he asks, stepping behind you.

“Yes, of course I do,” you reply.

You grin sheepishly as you gaze out across the small stretch of freshwater pond in front of you. The reflection of the glinting stars and the moon shimmers in the water as a gentle incoming autumn breeze blows through the air. Your arms raise automatically when you feel Elvis’ hands wind around your waist. He pulls you backward into his body and tucks his head in the crook of your neck.

“Remember what we did here?” Elvis continues in a hot breath across your skin.

Goosebumps rise on your neck and arms. You tuck your head to stop the sensation from spreading.

“Yes,” you reply through a cheeky smile, “I remember.”

His fingers start to trail down the exposed skin of your neck, intensifying the goosebumps already there. His soft touch sends shocks down your spine. He hasn’t taken the time to touch you so carefully in a very long time. He deftly lifts the jacket from your shoulders and then pulls the straps of your nightshirt down your shoulders. As the fabric falls limp on your arms, exposing your shoulders to the night air, you shiver.

“Elvis, it’s cold out here,” you mumble.

That doesn’t stop him. He moves to the hem of the shirt, his fingers dancing underneath it. He lifts it smoothly over your head. Although your entire body is shuddering, you gladly allow him to undress you. The growing fire inside your gut is countering the frigid temperature around you. Elvis’ warm lips press to the side of your neck. Your head falls to the side as the touch of his tongue warms you. Your hands respond by reaching backward to tangle in Elvis’ hair, pulling softly. He grunts in response and you close your eyes to take in all of the sensations coursing through you. While he works your neck, Elvis’ fingers are busy sliding off your pajama bottoms. Your clothes pool around your legs in a lifeless pile.

Suddenly, he’s gone. Your eyes flash open and flick back and forth as you search for your husband. It’s so dark without the street lamps that you can barely see. You squint into the dark, but, when you finally locate him, he’s rushing past you to cannonball into the water. You laugh as the wave he created splashes onto the side of the pond's bank. Elvis resurfaces with a loud yelp.

“Woo! Damn, that’s cold!” he shouts and you giggle again. “Come on, darlin! Whatcha waitin for?”

You glance down at the water and your smile fades. You turn away from the water, shaking your head.

“Elvis…”

“Nah, don’t you Elvis me. C’mon. Need somebody to warm me up, mama.”

That is an invitation you just can’t refuse. You carefully walk forward, one foot at a time, to brave the cold waters. When you dip a toe in, you gasp. It truly is frigid. You aren’t sure how Elvis is handling it all by himself.

You turn away again, tempted to go back inside and warm up. You aren’t really in the mood for this, especially after the fight you just had. But when your eyes flick back to your husband, waiting so patiently and expectantly for you, you find your body moving forward into the water.

You jump in, crashing below the surface. An electric shock swims through you when you hit the water. The memories come flooding back in the darkness. You automatically start to move your arms and legs, resurfacing as soon as possible.

“Holy shit!” you yell as soon as you pop back up. “That is so cold, oh my god.”

“I know, baby. C’mere,” Elvis says, chuckling.

His arms reach out for you again, pulling your body closer to his. You wrap your legs around his waist to hold yourself against him. You drop your arms to his shoulders and wind them around his neck to support your body. Elvis’ hands fall to your waist and hold you steady.

“There we are,” he mutters. “Now you better get real close, mama, cause I’m freezin.”

You chuckle, pulling yourself closer to him. Although your bodies are shivering together, you feel a warmth that you haven’t experienced in quite a while. Elvis brushes some wet hair from your forehead. You lean down, letting your lips tickle against his for a previous moment. You hover in the shared space and Elvis’ fingers tighten on your waist. One of his hands slides up your spine, pressing your chest against him. Your back arches in response and you release a desperate breath.

You feel the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smirk. He finally connects your lips, pressing hard against you. You melt into his touch, kissing him back fiercely. Your mouths work together, fighting for dominance. Elvis’ tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in. You love the way his mouth tastes on yours. Your hips move forward against him and that tempting feeling in the pit of your stomach pulses through you. His fingertips glide across your skin, smoothly under the water. As his palm slides down the inside of your thigh, a breeze floats through the air. You both shudder violently, your lips detaching.

You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, burying your head in his chest.

“I guess it was warmer last time,” he admits sheepishly.

You giggle, biting your lip. You tilt your head, brushing your lips against Elvis’ ear before you whisper.

“Take me inside, Presley.”

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🦋 mila

#elvis #austin butler #elvis 2022 #milasthings #milaselvisblurbs #milaselviscontent

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stephstars08 · 4 months

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I can’t believe on Friday will be a whole year without Lisa Marie Presley.😔😔😔😔

#lisa marie presley #one year on Friday #she is so missed #she deserved the world #still can’t believe she’s gone #she’s a beautiful angel #she will always be remembered #she’s up in heaven with her father and son

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Thanksgiving At Graceland

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: The holidays are at a full swing at Graceland and Lisa Marie has come to visit her daddy. You could only hope that the memories become everlasting for the father and daughter duo.

Warning(s): Fluffy because the relationship between Lisa and Elvis is just too cute to pass up on

A/N: This is a little Thanksgiving request for @oh-my-front-door! I hope I did it justice explaining the little spread that we make here in America. Also, who can pass up Big Daddy and Lisa being cute 💕 Also, I know that Lisa is young in the pictures, but in this fic, she is a bit older. masterlist.

Your favorite part of the year was always the Holidays. You would also find solace when it came around because you could see the joy that it brought to your family. Once Halloween was over, you were always the first one to run to your Christmas decorations and write down your Thanksgiving list. Since Thanksgiving was near, you were busy getting ingredients and decorations together. As usual, Graceland was decorated with Christmas lights and garland, but the spirit of Thanksgiving was ever prevalent. Ever since you had married Elvis all those years ago, you made sure that the holidays were filled with happiness and love for him and his family, including Lisa Marie. You knew that the holidays were a bit hard for Elvis and Lisa ever since the divorce but when you came into the picture, you made sure that their bond remained strong.

This year, Lisa was coming down to Graceland for the holidays as she was out of school. The day that she was set to arrive, you spent all morning getting everything ready while Elvis went to pick Lisa Marie up at the airport. “We are home, sugar.” You smiled as you heard Elvis come inside of the house with Lisa in tow. Lisa ran up to you, wrapping her arms around you as if she hadn’t seen you in a long time. “My pretty girl, how are you?” You pressed your lips to her forehead as you listened to her talk about her time at school and the things that she has experienced while she was away. Lisa wasn’t your daughter, but in your eyes, she was. Lisa would always call you when she would bump heads with her mother because she trusted you to tell her what she needed to hear while also reminding her that her mother only wants what’s best for her.

“Are you ready to help me make Thanksgiving dinner? Your daddy has been going on and on about my Apple Cobbler.” You giggled as Lisa rolled her eyes. Elvis was a picky eater, no doubt about it. However, Elvis loved your cobbler. He ate it so much that you made it your mission to ensure that he had it every year. Your menu for Thanksgiving for this year was Turkey, Stuffing, Sweet Potato Casserole, Apple Cobbler, Green Bean Casserole, and Macaroni and Cheese. You wanted to make sure that the menu wasn’t too complex, especially for Elvis because he didn’t like much that didn’t remind him of his childhood.

Lisa stood next to you in the kitchen, peeling apples as you sliced them finely. You were carrying on a simple conversation about things that were happening while Lisa was gone, especially about her father. “And when I looked up, he was out there at the stables fooling around with Rising Sun.” You laughed as you told the story about Elvis and his favorite horse, Rising Sun. At that moment, Elvis came into the kitchen as you finished up the story. “That is not what happened and you know it, darlin’.” You stopped cutting the apples, turning around as you raised a brow. “Then, why don’t you tell the story then?” You laughed as you began spreading the apples in the baking pan. You listened to Elvis tell Lisa the parts that he remembered, sneaking a piece of apple or two before you had to shoo him away. “Hey!” You pushed him away from the cobbler with your hip as you finished the recipe.

As you slid the cobbler into the oven, you felt Elvis wrap his arms around you as he would pull you into his embrace. You looked over to Lisa who was making a face before she left the kitchen to go to her room for a while before dinner. “Darlin’, you always make Graceland feel like home when the holidays are around.” That was the only thing that you wanted—Graceland to feel like home to Elvis during the holidays. You know how much he was gone during the year with tours and rehearsals, so you could only get him to yourself during this time of year. “I only want to make sure that you know how thankful we are for you. Without you, none of this would be possible.” You pointed to the Thanksgiving spread that was littered on the dining room table.

As you spoke, the front door opened and the Memphis Mafia entered with their wives and his father Vernon was walking into the kitchen with his grandmother, Dodger. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before nodding your head to the company that was arriving, hinting that they needed him at that moment. Elvis’ eyes softened as he pulled away from you, pressing a kiss to your lips before he took his grandmother by the hand. He led Vernon and Dodger out of the kitchen before you turned around, grabbing the bowl of Gravy that sat in the kitchen counter. You walked into the dining room, noticing that Lisa had returned before you sat down beside her. You placed the gravy bowl down on the table, placing your hand in Elvis’ as he said the prayer. Once he was done, you handed the carving knife to him as he stood up, carving the first piece of the Turkey as the mafia cheered. You were truly blessed that this Thanksgiving was going along smoothly as you had hoped. Once again, Thanksgiving went without a hitch as you looked around the table, seeing everyone deep in their conversations and eating.

You caught the eyes of Dodger who gave you a warming smile, which indicated to you that you had done well once again. You returned her smile as you continued to eat your dinner, putting in your two cents when one of the wives would speak to you. Majority of the time, you were speaking with Lisa or with Elvis who sat at the end of the table, being his usual silly self when he was around company. Soon after, dinner was over so you stood up from the table as you ran off to the kitchen to grab the apple cobbler out of the oven. “Where’s that Apple Cobbler, honey?” Elvis called out from the dining room, leading to a full room of laughter from the mafia and his family. You grabbed the serving spoon before heading back into the area where everyone was sitting. “Here we are, baby.” You placed the cobbler in front of him.

As dessert was passed around among everyone, your eyes watched Elvis as he ate the cobbler that he loved so much. Seeing this smile made the rest of the day better for you. Thanksgiving at Graceland was definitely one for the books when Elvis was satisfied and you were always going to make sure that he was satisfied. “Mama Y/N?” Your head snapped over to Lisa who was nearly finished with her bowl of Apple Cobbler, looking up at you with a grin. “Can I help you with the Christmas tree tonight?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around your waist. The last thing that you haven’t done was put up the Christmas tree which you usually did on the night of Thanksgiving. “Of course you can, baby girl. I’m sure your father would be delighted that you helped us.”

Dinner was finally over and Elvis was entertaining the guests in the piano room. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up everything and making take home plates for everyone while Lisa sat on the counter. At that moment, Elvis came into the kitchen before pressing a kiss to Lisa’s forehead as he turned to you, kissing your cheek. “Thanksgiving dinner was goddamn delicious, lil’ mama. Thank you for another great one and for including my Yisa.” He turned back to Lisa, rubbing her cheek with his hand before he took her by the hand. “Are y’all ready to put our Christmas tree up?” At that question, Lisa cheered before running out of the kitchen to get the decorations together for the tree. Elvis pressed another kiss to your cheek, turning you around as he passionately kissed your lips. “I never properly thanked you for making today memorable for me and Lisa. You always go out of your way to make sure our time together is filled with memories. Thank you, Satnin.”

This is all you wanted to hear as you wrapped your arms around your man, kissing him deeply. “I always want you and Lisa to enjoy each other and have memories that she can pass on to her family when she gets older. You’re always welcome, my love.” Elvis’ eyes brightened as he placed his hand in yours, leading you out of the kitchen and into the living room where Lisa was waiting to put up the Christmas Tree. You were truly grateful that you were able to create memories for Elvis and for Lisa, but you couldn’t deny that you were more grateful that you were able to be a part of these memories with the two of them.

#elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis presley fic #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis presley fluff #austin!elvis #daisy writes

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 4 months

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Remembering Elvis Presley

Elvis Aaron Presley was born on January 8th, 1935 in Tupelo, Mississippi

🔸Interviewer: What was the first rock show you saw?

Lisa Marie Presley: "Probably Queen. I think I saw them in 1978 or 1979 at The Forum. I remember bringing Freddie Mercury a scarf of my Dad’s and I gave it to him after the show. I loved it. I loved the theatrics. I loved Freddie. I thought Queen were awesome. I’m a big fan of theatrics. Like Marilyn Manson’s live show. I’ve seen him like eight times now"

Full Interview 👇

http://www.popentertainment.com/lisamariepresley.htm

🔸That Freddie Mercury loved Elvis is evident in the fact that Crazy Little Thing Called Love is included on the LP and performed prominently during the current tour. In addition, Elvis’s Jailhouse Rock has become a standard in Queen’s set.

People in Los Angeles were surprised to see Freddie Mercury with a guitar in his hands at Queen’s recent Forum concerts. For the first time ever, Freddie Mercury is playing guitar during a Queen concert. He uses an Ovation twelve-string acoustic on 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'.

‘It took sheer guts and bravery,’ Freddie told Circus, recalling the first time he walked out on stage with a guitar. ‘The first couple of nights were nerve-wracking, but it was okay after that. You see, I wrote 'Crazy Little Thing' on guitar and played rhythm on the record, and it works really well because Brian gets to play all those lead guitar fills as well as his usual solo. I’m somewhat limited by the number of chords I know. I’m really just learning, but I hope to play more guitar in the future.’

Extract from

Circus Magazine - 09/30/1980

Lights! Action! Sound!

It’s that crazy little thing called Queen!

by Lou O’Neill Jr.

🔸Interviewer : What made you want to go into music and become a rock star ?

Freddie: "I don’t know. I think I always liked to sing, I wanted to sing and I didn’t look upon it as a career but I just, you know. When I was a little baby I was in the choir and things like that and I just, I liked to sing, I don’t know, call it natural gift or whatever, you know, I’m not afraid to say it. It’s just I like to sing and then I suddenly realized that I could actually write songs and then make my own music rather than before I would, you know, sort of copy Elvis Presley songs and things as I do, then I realized that I could actually write my own songs and do it my own way. Then suddenly, you know, there was a little taste of success so… Everybody wants to be a star, you know, in whatever way they all want to be successful, you know. You look at films where they all want to be a successful actress or actor. So you know, of course I never ever thought I was going to make a career of it. Suddenly I realized that this is the best thing I could do. And whenever it’s interesting that’s always what you really like doing, isn’t it ?, so what I’m doing right now is what interests me and I’m very happy that people buy my records and they like me and the day they stop buying my records I’ll go ‘Buy some more’, or give it all up"

- Freddie Mercury

Interview 1985

#elvis presley #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #circus magazine #interview

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 6 months

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Little Bird

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Jess Goodwin, Jess Presley, Lisa Marie Presley, Original Female Character, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham,

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4621

Summary: Walked down the aisle, breakin' my heart, Lay down my pride, I know I gotta let you go.

Tags/Warnings: One Shot, Elvis and Addison, Weddings, Flashbacks, Love, Established Relationship, Marriage, Angst, Fluff, Abandonment Issues, Kisses, Dancing, Love, Graceland, Pregnancy, Maybe time line shift, Song Fic, Halloween, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Little Bird // Jonas Brothers, First In Line // Elvis Presley

Notes: Another lil Elvis and Addie one shot for yall.

Honestly thinking of everything he missed makes me want to scream and cry.

ELVIS & ADDIE // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE

‘Ugh would you stop it,’ Jess snapped batting her sister’s hand away from her face as she tried to manoeuvre an uncooperative brown tendril away from her line of sight. Lisa pulled back, sighing as Jess’ own hand immediately went to the strand of hair as she tried to fix it herself.

‘Hey, it’s not her fault,’ came a voice from below them. Jess watched as her mother rose from where she had been crouched, unfurling the layers of her dress so they weren’t touching the floor, a chastising glare on her face before she said, ‘she’s only trying to help.’

‘Sorry,’ Jess said looking at Lisa who shrugged but smiled, ‘it’s just it won’t cooperate.’

‘It looks fine,’ Lisa said reassuringly as Jess looked past her mother, trying to tuck the piece of hair out of the way.

‘Lisa’s right,’ Addison said as she reached her hand out, moving the strand into a place where, much to Jess’ surprise, it stuck. Once it was tucked away Addison placed a tender hand on her daughter’s cheek and said, ‘besides, in five hours, hell probably five minutes you won’t even remember that silly strand of hair that was annoying you. All you’ll remember is the excitement and happiness of getting married.’

‘Yeah, I don’t even remember what I wore on my wedding day,’ Lisa chuckled.

‘Or that you’re meant to invite people to it,’ said a deep velvety voice from behind them. All three of the women turned to look at where it had come from. Standing there, decked out in his finest tuxedo, was Elvis. His lip was curled up in a smile as he watched Lisa roll her eyes once more.

‘Hey, I remembered to invite you guys…eventually,’ Lisa said as he walked towards them.

‘Yeah, six hours before it was set to happen,’ Jess teased.

‘It’s not my fault Jessie is the traditional one,’ Lisa said, ‘anyway it’d be boring if we were the same right?’

‘It’d give me less of a heart attack,’ Elvis countered earning himself a shove from his youngest daughter.

‘Anyway,’ Addison said moving them along, ‘traditional or a little… fast-paced-’

‘Rushed,’ Elvis said at the same time.

‘You’re both doing what you wanted right?’ she said looking at the girls.

‘Yeah,’ both of them said in unison. Addison smiled, touching her daughter’s cheek once again hoping that her words would calm her just a little. She could tell she was nervous and though she knew it was more excitement than worry she hoped she had helped. After all when Addison had been nervous her first thought had been to run, she didn’t want her daughter quite literally following in her footsteps. Yet as Jess smiled back at her she could see her words had soothed her.

‘So just enjoy it okay? It’ll go by in the blink of an eye and you’ll be wanting to do it all over again tomorrow I promise,’ Addison said.

‘I think my bank balance might have something to say about that,’ Elvis jested earning a swat on the chest from Addison though when she looked back at her daughter she was smiling.

‘Thanks Mom,’ Jess said.

‘No problem honey,’ Addison said.

‘Uh, guys,’ Jerry said from the doorway capturing everyone’s attention, ‘everyone’s ready. The wedding party’s downstairs waitin’ to head out.’

‘Well, I better go and take my seat then huh?’ Addison said.

‘I’ll come with you,’ Lisa said grabbing her bouquet off the dresser it had been laying on before she turned back to her sister and said, ‘see you down there, okay?’

‘See ya,’ Jess nodded, feeling reassured as she touched her shoulder gently and then headed out the door.

‘I’ll see you down there too. Remember just breathe, okay,’ Addison said. Jess nodded and then said, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too honey,’ Addison replied.

‘What about me?’ Elvis said as Addison moved to walk away from them though she stopped, rolling her eyes as she placed a hand on his chest.

‘Jury’s still out,’ she smirked and though she was sure it would mean she would have to touch up her make-up she didn’t move away as he leaned down to kiss her, their lips meeting briefly before she headed out of the room.

Once she was gone Elvis’ attention fell to Jess who, though she was feeling a lot better, was watching her reflection nervously in the mirror. She had spent months agonising over this wedding. Since she had gotten engaged she had planned everything out meticulously and now it was all here. She sometimes wished she could be different, that she too could call her parents just hours before she got married and ask them to jump on a plane but she wasn’t built that way. She just hoped that all her stressing and obsessing would be worth it.

‘Ready honey?’ Elvis asked snapping her from her thoughts. Jess looked at him and nodded, allowing him to link her at the elbow before grabbing her bouquet so they could walk out of her old room. They walked across the hall and down the few steps to the landing where Jerry was waiting.

‘You look lovely Vegas,’ he said.

‘Thanks,’ Jess said, those nerves still swirling around inside her, ‘is everything ready?’

‘Yep,’ Jerry said making her nerves fade just a little. She peeped around the corner, spotting most of her bridal party gathered in the hallway, ready to head out onto the lawn where her fiancée would be waiting.

‘Well I’m ready when you are honey,’ Elvis said looking down at her.

‘I’m ready,’ she said. Jerry nodded and with that, he headed downstairs and started to direct everyone out the door. Jess watched as the pairs of groomsmen and bridesmaids started to filter out, flashes of a camera going off the moment they stepped outside. And at that moment she was glad to be hidden given that this was the last minute she’d have without all eyes on her. As she pulled back her pretty features going pensive Elvis watched her closely. He could see her getting into her own head, like she normally did when she had a lot to focus on, like her mother did. In all the years he’d known her she hadn’t changed; she was still that sensitive soul he had met at fourteen years old not that that was a bad thing. If anything it was the perfect balance. Where Lisa was outgoing, free-spirited and rebellious Jess was her opposite and yet he loved them both equally. It just meant that he parented them differently. As he watched her start to succumb to her nerves he deployed the tactic he always did when this happened. Where her mother would use logic and reason Elvis simply elected to make her smile.

‘So,’ Elvis mused making her gaze fall on him, ‘still wanna do this?’

‘Dad,’ Jess groaned though there was a smile on her face.

‘I’m just sayin’. Kitchen stairs are right there we could have you halfway to Texas by nightfall,’ Elvis joked.

‘I thought you liked Scott,’ Jess countered.

‘Oh you know I’m just playin’ with ya,’ Elvis said nudging her with his elbow as he pretended to sigh, ‘though I can’t say I’m happy both my girls are leaving me in the same year.’

‘We live right around the block!’ Jess giggled, ‘besides I thought this is what you and mom wanted. No more babies, living your kid-free life and whatnot.’

‘Yeah and then your sister got knocked up,’ Elvis said.

‘Oh come on you two look good as a Granny and Grandpa,’ Jess teased running her finger along the flecks of grey that now wove into his sideburns.

‘Don’t let your mother hear you call her that,’ Elvis retorted making Jess’ smile widen which in turn made his own smile grow, he’d succeeded. Whatever thoughts she had been fretting over now gone as she enjoyed their teasing. It had been a joke on his end and though he knew it didn’t mean anything he couldn’t help but feel there was a hint of truth to what he had said. He had given both his daughters away in the space of six months, one of them even preparing to have her own baby in the next couple. It was a change that was coming. One he hadn’t really prepared himself for and though it made him sad he was also happy for them both. After all, it wasn’t as if he wished the hardships that he and Addison had gone through to get together.

‘I’m happy for you Jessie,’ he said after a moment. She hadn’t been looking at him, instead, she had been watching as the final couple of the wedding party headed out, signalling it was time for them to head down the stairs, though she looked up as he spoke a smile still playing on her lips.

‘I’m happy for me too,’ she said.

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Addison had been right. Jess had barely had time to breathe throughout the day let alone worry about what she looked like. Fortunately, though the day had gone off without a hitch and once the ceremony was done out front, the dozens of pictures taken, and the meal completed she could finally relax. She had enjoyed every minute of it even if it had meant being the centre of attention, something she normally left to the rest of her family. Luckily, she only had more spotlight moment before the night would fade into drinks and dancing, she just had to get through it first.

Jess watched as her father climbed onto the small stage the band was on, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. He smiled as he stood behind the mic, looking towards her for a second with a smile before he said, ‘hello again,’ earning a chuckle from the crowd.

‘Now, I know you’re all excited to get to a night of dancing and drinks but uh first we gotta do something. When Jessie first told me she was getting married I was happy for her but I had one stipulation, please don’t ask me to help plan the damn thing,’ Elvis said earning another chuckle from the crowd, ‘fortunately for me she’s got quite the team around her so I didn’t have much to do though she did put me in charge of one thing. Music.’

‘God knows why,’ Jerry heckled causing a giggle to emit from Jess and the crowd.

‘Well anyway even with my limited knowledge I managed to find a band Jessie and Scott quite liked and if you’ve enjoyed them up to now I know you’ll like it when they really get swingin’ but uh when the topic of the first dance came up I was surprised to find out there was only one song Jess had thought of, I’d say Jess and Scott but I know my daughter well enough to know he probably had no say in the matter,’ Elvis joked glancing at Jess who rolled her eyes and Scott who smiled, kissing her temple as he held her from behind, ‘so if you’d like to help me welcome the happy couple to the dance floor for their first dance officially married I’m gonna do my only job for the night.’

As music started to twinkle through the airwaves, along with claps and cheers as the couple took to the dancefloor Addison made her way to the fray of the crowd to watch, but where most people’s gazes were on Jess and Scott hers migrated past, watching Elvis as his velvet-covered voice rang out.

When they gave out eyes like diamonds, That would shame the stars that shine, My darlin', my darlin', You were the first in line.

When they gave out lips like honey, That hold a new thrill every time, My darlin', my darlin', You were the first in line.

She didn’t know why Jess had picked it. It wasn’t one of his most famous, one of the ones normally played at weddings but it was Addison’s favourite. Though as she listened to the smoother, more mature voice ring out around the garden it wasn’t as though she was listening to him now. She was reminded of her favourite rendition, one performed in a voice much younger and gruffer. Though the night sky above them was clear she could almost hear rain battering against the glass of a windshield and feel Elvis’ fingers running through her hair. At seventeen, when her life had been ripped to shreds once more, this time by her mother, she had never dreamed she’d end up somewhere like here. That she’d be standing in her backyard watching her daughter sway gently to the music with a good man at her side. A good man like she herself had.

As she watched Jess she smiled though she could feel tears burning in her eyes. They surprised her, after all, she had managed to make it through the day without crying she had thought she was home free but as she watched Jess throw her head back, laughing at something Scott had said, she felt the happiness spill out trickling down her face. She turned around and headed to a deserted table, reaching for a napkin so that she could dab her eyes. Fortunately, more couples had taken to the dance floor now meaning that no one seemed to notice her absence. That was until she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her middle, a pair of lips nuzzling into her neck making her tears disappear in an instant.

‘Hey,’ she said, allowing Elvis to hold her as she straightened up in his grasp.

‘Hi,’ he said with a smile before he spun her around to face him, ‘how’d I do?’

‘Good,’ Addison said placing her hands on his chest.

‘Just good?’ Elvis chuckled, ‘wow Addie I don’t think I’m gonna recover from that review.’

‘Well I’d tell you what I really thought but,’ Addison said making him quirk an eyebrow as she fiddled with his bowtie, ‘but we know what normally happens after you come off stage and somehow I don’t think that’s appropriate.’

‘Mmm probably not,’ Elvis mused.

‘Maybe we could dance instead,’ she smiled.

‘Sounds good to me honey,’ Elvis said.

Addison smiled, moving out of his grip and taking his hand as she led him towards the dance floor, which was now inundated with couples enamoured with one another as they moved slowly along to the song now being played by the band. As they moved to an open space Elvis’ hand went to her waist his other clasping one of hers as she nestled into his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head. They moved in silence, content with holding one another as they rotated in a slow circle. Addison’s eyes fluttered closed as she took in his warmth, his cologne a familiar comfort. Yet when she opened her eyes her line of sight was on Jess and Scott once more, still dancing in their own content little bubble, and her mind flew back to a memory.

‘Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?’ Marci said as she slipped on her shoes. She was lingering by the front door, a concerned look on her face as she watched Addison struggle to keep Jess in her arms. It was bedtime but Jess hadn't seemed to have gotten that memo, her bright eyes watching Marci as she tried to get to her.

‘No it’s fine,’ Addison said, wincing as her hair caught in Jess’ pudgy fist before she untangled herself.

‘I can you know,’ Marci said, ‘it’s only Bill.’

‘You cancelled last time,’ Addison said guiltily, ‘go. Honestly, have fun. We’ll be fine.’

‘Well we’re eating at Charlie’s if you need me,’ Marci said. Addison nodded.

‘Have fun,’ Addison smiled.

‘You too,’ Marci chuckled moving to pinch Jess’ cheek, ‘you be good for your mama now Jessie you hear me.’

‘Mama,’ Jess echoed making both women smile before Marci headed out the door. Though once she was gone Jess started to fuss. She moved her in her arms, trying to get her into a comfortable position but it was no use, she kept wriggling reaching for the door where Marci had disappeared.

‘Jessie,’ Addison huffed trying to get her settled, ‘honey she’ll be back later okay?’

But it wasn’t working. Jess was starting to cry, big shimmering tears glinting in her eyes before they ran down her reddened cheeks.

‘Oh come it’s not that bad,’ Addison cooed as she rocked her back and forth on her hip though as she stared at the doorway her friend had just disappeared through she couldn’t help but feel as forlorn as the screaming child on her hip. In fact she kind of wished she was headed out to the door too. Though with that thought she felt a wave of guilt crash through her. After all she had chosen this life, Jess. It wasn’t her baby’s fault that her other care giver had a life of her own, one she’d put on hold far too long for both of them. See, soon after Jess was born they had realised that sharing the workload didn’t always mean doing everything fifty/fifty so whilst Marci picked up shifts as the diner they both worked at and went to school Addison tended to Jess, working when Marci could be home. It meant that Marci was out virtually all day so when she did get the occasional night to herself Addison didn’t begrudge her that. Yet over the past couple of weeks things had been different. Marci’s school course had been on break for the holidays and so she’d been home more meaning that Addison could take the better paying shifts and Marci could watch Jess, studying once she was safely tucked up in bed. But as the holidays ended and they’d gone back to their normal routine Addison had found her daughter had quite taken to having someone else put her to bed every night. She knew it was a phase, but she couldn’t deny seeing her fuss and fidget for someone other than her hurt.

As Jess continued to move Addison wracked her brain for a distraction. She walked them through to the small room they shared, Jess’ crib pressed against the wall. She took the teddy bear that was resting in the cot and presented it to her daughter earning the bear a swift smack upside the head.

‘Not that then,’ Addison sighed. Then she spotted a pacifier on her nightstand and offered it to her, receiving a more positive reaction this time as Jess took it out of Addison’s hand and pushed it into her mouth.

‘See that’s better,’ Addison said though Jess still didn’t seem settled enough to place down in her crib just yet, ‘so, you're missing Aunt Mar? Well, you're not the only one…but she’s got a life too y'know. Can't be running around after us all the time.’

Jess looked up at her, a distinct pout on her face as though she could understand what her mother was saying. Addison smiled sadly at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead which to her surprise she allowed her to do.

She did miss her friend though it was hard because she was happy for her, she truly was. She was happy that at least one of them got to have a normal life. That one of them could go out on dates and be romanced and happy. Yet as she looked down at Jess, her big blue eyes, ones that were so familiar, she found it wasn’t just Marci she was missing. She missed Elvis.

She missed everything about him. How infectious his aura was. How no matter how bad of a day she was having he could make her feel better. She could almost hear his voice. If he were here he’d probably handle Jess with a natural ease, the way he did everything. She’d probably settle just being in his arms, that aura comforting her the way it had her mother, but that wasn’t their reality. Addison didn’t have Elvis to rely on and she couldn't keep depending on Marci. So she had to figure it out on her own.

Though as she thought about him an idea came to her and before she knew it she was singing, rocking their baby slowly as they danced in their tiny bedroom. Her voice wasn’t as good as his but Jess didn’t seem to care, in fact as she stared up at her, her pudgy hand wrapping around Addison’s finger as her fidgeting stopped.

There may be others that know you longer, Who pledge their hearts to you, But there's no other could love you stronger, Any stronger than I do.

As Addison continued Jess relaxed, leaning against her as they continued to dance, until eventually Addison glanced down to find her daughter’s eyes were now closed. Though the song ended she didn’t stop rocking her though as they moved she found an odd feeling plaguing her.

It was one of panic. She didn’t know where it had come from but it had come on with such a vengeance she felt tears start to roll down her face. It was one of panic because she knew that one day Jess wouldn’t settle in her arms. One day her comfort wouldn’t be needed. She’d have someone else.

Yes, she had managed to win her favour after two weeks of Marci being the favourite but what about in the future? What about when she met someone? Would she leave her? The way her parents had. The way Elvis had. The way Marci was sure to once she found a guy she could settle down with. Jess was the only thing she had, the only thing she had gotten right in this trainwreck she called life, and yet she knew one day she’d go too. One day she’d be alone. She shouldn’t have been thinking that way after all as a parent that was the goal right? Raise a child to be a well-rounded individual so that they could eventually leave the nest, and maybe find someone along the way who made them as happy as their parents used to when they sang them to sleep.

But it didn’t mean she wanted it.

She’d lost enough already.

Addison was pulled out of her thoughts as she heard Elvis’ voice rumble against her ear and she pulled back to find him watching her expectantly, those same eyes from her memories sparkling from the twinkling lights overhead.

‘Huh?’ Addison said making him smirk.

‘She asks me to dance and then she doesn’t even pay attention to me honestly,’ Elvis said shaking his head in jest.

‘Sorry,’ Addison said meekly. Elvis waved her off noticing there was something on her mind and then his hand moved to her jawline, stroking along it gently as he said, ‘what are you thinking about honey?’

‘Everything,’ Addison said with a wistful sigh as she glanced back to Jess, Elvis’ gaze following hers, ‘I can’t believe she’s grown up.’

‘I know. Both of them are,’ Elvis said as their eyes moved to where Lisa was dancing nearby, Danny’s hands on her baby bump as he whispered something in her ear to make her laugh.

‘What are we going to do with ourselves?’ Addison said.

‘Oh I’m sure we can think of plenty of ways to pass the time,’ Elvis said low enough that only she could hear as he pressed a kiss to her temple making her smile before she pulled back, finally tearing her gaze away from the girls.

‘I bet,’ she mused though her face fell as she admitted, ‘you know I used to worry about this.’

‘The wedding?’ Elvis asked his brows knitting together. Throughout this whole process Addison had been a rock. She’d kept Jess sane, him informed and everyone else in line. Not once had she shown any trepidation.

‘Yeah not recently…when she was little,’ she admitted, ‘I know it’s silly.’

‘Why?’ he asked curiously.

‘Because I was on my own,’ she admitted, smiling at him guiltily, ‘I had Jess and only Jess...and I thought once she finds her person that'd be it for me y'know? That’s selfish isn’t it?’

‘Not at all. Things were different back then,’ Elvis said feeling his own guilt creep in. They’d been together so long now he tended to forget what it was like back in those early days. How raw everything had been for both of them. Yet where he’d clung to anyone he could find, trying to push the memory of her from his brain, she’d clung to Jess, petrified that she’d lose her like she had everyone else.

‘You’re telling me,’ Addison said in a breathy laugh before her smile turned earnest as she looked at him and said, ‘you gave me more than I can ever ask for you know that?’

‘I’d give you anything you wanted,’ Elvis said honestly.

‘How about we renew our vows?’ Addison said. It was an idea that came out of the blue, tripping off her tongue before she had a chance to think about it. She couldn’t help it, after all, today had been all about declaring your love. Was it so odd to want to let people know she still loved him more than anything all these years later?

‘Like I said, let my wallet recover first,’ Elvis teased.

‘Har har,’ Addison said rolling her eyes.

‘Besides, I thought you didn’t like parties? You detested planning our wedding,’ Elvis said raising an eyebrow. That had been an amusement to him throughout the past year of planning this thing. Throughout their wedding planning, she had begged him time and time again to just run away and elope but he had made her compromise. He wanted the world to know they’d finally gotten their happy ending.

‘I like our actual wedding,’ Addison said, ‘the proper one.’

‘The one where we hid from everyone you mean?’ Elvis chuckled as he remembered the day she’d finally worn him down. They’d had their big wedding of course but they’d also had a day just them, their official wedding, away from prying eyes, filled with love and happiness.

‘That’s the one,’ Addison chuckled.

‘Okay,’ he said earning himself a smile, ‘but let’s get today over with first.’

‘Deal,’ Addison agreed. They danced in silence for a moment, their gazes watching all the other couples until they landed on Jess and Scott one more. Lisa was standing at her sister’s side, the two of them talking in whispers as the boys waited patiently behind them. As Elvis watched he remembered something. He was sure it had been a dream, but looking at them together he couldn’t help but feel he had been seeing this moment only years before it happened. Like Addison he had thought about this day. Of Jess flying their little nest. Yet it hadn't filled him with as much sadness because he knew that throughout it they’d have each other. When he looked back Addison was watching him.

‘We didn’t do too bad huh?’ Elvis said making her smirk.

‘No we didn’t,’ she said caressing his face gently.

‘I love you Mrs Presley,’ he said, no longer having to hope that she wouldn’t say it back. He wasn’t dreaming here. She was his, nothing would take that away.

‘I love you too Mr Presley.’

Cause I know if I'm doin' my job correct, Nights like these will happen less, So please just keep me in your heart, When you fly into somebody else's arms, little bird.

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