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Santa Bring My Baby Back

Fandom: Actor, American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Lisa Marie Presley, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Joe Esposito, Memphis Mafia, Lamar Fike

Word Count: 3208 // Rating: Mature

Summary: There’s a new Santa in town but not everyone’s happy with the new change

Tags/ Warnings: Body Issues, Weight Gain, Body Image Issues, Self Loathing, Big Daddy Elvis, Memphis Mafia, Christmas, Christmas at Graceland, Reader is Lisa’s Mother, Kisses, Hugging, Implied Sex, Santa, Dressing Up As Santa, Holiday Party, Fluff, Angst, Snowball Fights, Memphis Mafia [of absolute children], Established Relationship, Marriage,

Notes: i am currently in love with big daddy Elvis BUT I got carried away with him being a lil self conscious. This is very a la Dave from Full Monty.

Updated 8/23

‘No, no, it’s okay….’ I said. ‘I don’t know what he was thinking! Nearly 40 and still carrying on like he’s 10!’ Nora sighed. ‘They’re all as bad as one another,’ I chuckled as I remembered watching the snowball fight my husband had been having early this morning with his friends. All party members were married and some even had kids but no. Out in our vast backyard, you’d never know there were actual kids around as the men divided up into teams hell-bent on getting each other as wet and frozen as possible. And it had all been fun and games until Lamar had run off the grass and onto the icy stone patio and gone over on his ankle. The boys had laughed but seeing that he was actually hurt Elvis had insisted that he get checked out at the hospital. Which is why Nora was ringing.

‘Well the doc’s gonna patch him up but he’s not gonna be able to walk on it for a bit at least not without crutches,’ Nora said, ‘so he’s not gonna be able to do it.’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said. ‘He feels awful about letting ya down,’ she said. ‘Well he always does an amazing job but he’s no good to us hobbling about,’ I chuckled, ‘I’m sure it’ll be fine, we’ll sort something out. Just come for the party.’ ‘You sure?’ she said. ‘You didn’t think you’d be banished did you?’ I said rolling my eyes, ‘I’m sure if we station him on the couch with a beer in hand he’ll be fine.’ ‘Yeah, I bet,’ she giggled, ‘I’ll let him know and we’ll be over at six.’ ‘See you then, bye,’ I said getting a goodbye in return. With a sigh, I placed the receiver back in its place. ‘What’s up?’ Jerry said as I did. We were standing in the kitchen putting the finishing touches to the food for tonight. It was for our annual Christmas Party a feat I loved putting together. It was a night of food, booze, family and friends. The kids were even included in the earlier part. Santa would visit and give them all a present each before they’d get to camp out in the basement watching Christmas movies. That was when the adult party started.

It was a bit merrier. A bit lewder. But it still shared that special something. It was something I was immensely proud of. Except this year had a snag. Our Santa, Lamar for the other 364 days of the year, was no longer in play. ‘Lamar’s sprained his ankle,’ I said continuing to pipe on the cookies I had been sorting out before the phone had rung. ‘Shit,’ Jerry said, ‘he did take quite the tumble.’ ‘Yeah well he sure paid the price for it,’ I said, ‘I mean I don’t know what’s worse the injury or having to tell the doctor he did it in a snowball fight.’ ‘Yeah let’s hope he thought of a cover,’ Jerry chuckled as he wrapped a plate of chicken wings with cling film. ‘Well we’re gonna have to think of one too,’ I said, Jerry’s brows knitted together with confusion, ‘we don’t have a Santa now.’ ‘Oh yeah,’ Jerry said.

As he did Elvis entered with Red, Sonny and Joe trailing behind him. He came to the counter I was standing at and placed his hand on my hip, pressing a kiss to my temple.

‘Everything ready?’ I asked looking up at him. ‘Yes honey,’ he said with a smirk before he went to grab a coke out of the fridge. The boys stationed themselves around the kitchen looking at the various plates of food already ready to be laid out in the dining room. ‘Good,’ I smiled, ‘because we’ve got a problem.’ ‘Oh?’ Elvis said coming back to me. As he pinched a cookie off the plate I smacked his hand and took it off him, placing it back on the tray. ‘Behave,’ I said warningly earning a smirk from him. ‘God damn dictatorship,’ he mumbled making me roll my eyes. ‘What’s the problem?’ Red asked ignoring us. ‘Lamar’s sprained his ankle,’ Jerry said. ‘I knew he took that fall hard,’ Elvis said, ‘he alright?’ ‘Nora said he’s fine but it means we haven’t got a Santa for tonight,’ I said. ‘Shit yeah,’ Red said, ‘well I’m sure we can find someone to replace him.’ ‘Yeah baby, don’t worry we’ll sort it,’ Elvis said looking at me with a small smile. I turned to look up at him with a hesitant expression.

‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ I said with a smile. ‘What me?’ he baulked. ‘Well..’ ‘Why would I wanna dress up as Santa?’ he scoffed. ‘Come on EP,’ Red chuckled, ‘we always have a Santa.’ ‘Yeah and it’s always Lamar,’ he said icily. ‘Please baby,’ I said wrapping my arms around his middle. He held me but his face was still contorted in a scowl which was directed towards the boys. I moved one of my hands to his front and tiptoed my fingers up his chest until I was touching his chin, forcing him to look at me, ‘please?’ ‘Why me? Why can’t one of these clowns do it,’ he sighed. ‘Because it’s gotta be perfect,’ I reasoned. ‘Yeah Santa’s rosy-cheeked right?’ Joe said, ‘we send Red in there they’re gonna be thinkin’ Santa’s never seen the sun.’ ‘And we can’t have a Santa that’s shorter than the kids so Joe’s out,’ Red quipped earning a chuckle from Elvis and Jerry. As the pair tussled a little I looked back at Elvis capturing his attention. ‘See? They’re not my big strong Santa,’ I smirked, ‘the one who’d do anything for me right?’ ‘Just the once right?’ he said skeptically. I nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded, ‘fine.’

I clapped my hands together and pulled him in for a kiss. Looks like tonight wasn’t going to be a bust after all.

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The night was going smoothly. Despite the blizzarding snow outside the fire crackled accompanying the holiday records that played through the air. Conversations were working alongside each other, punctuated by the giggles and laughter of the kids who were playing in and out of the living and dining room. Our guests were enjoying themselves and I rested against the archway of our living room so was I. I sipped my glass of champagne and smiled watching it all happen. Then I noticed a figure at the top of the stairs. I looked up to find Red moving at a pace down them, giving me a look as he reached the bottom.

‘Hey,’ I said grabbing a hold of Lisa and Sandy as they ran by me, ‘come on everyone in the living room.’ ‘Why Mama?’ Lisa said looking up at me with those big blue eyes. ‘Because I think I hear something,’ I said scooping her up and going to sit on the couch. She sat on my knee, her hand on my cheek as she looked around the room. All of the other kids were in the living room now, some clung to parents who had told them to behave and others congregated in the middle questioning why they had been told to stop playing. ‘What is it?’ Cindy, Joe’s daughter said. ‘I hear it too,’ Sonny said. ‘Me too,’ Jerry chuckled as the faint sound of bells echoed outside the room. The room erupted into furious whispers as all the kids exuded excitement. A couple of them scouted out the stairs and spotted ‘Santa’ coming down them.

‘Is it really Santa Mama?’ Lisa whispered as she peered out into the hallway. ‘It really is baby,’ I said as Elvis appeared at the living room entryway. ‘Hello boys and girls,’ he boomed in a voice unlike his own. Despite his reluctance, he was done up to the nines. His suit was immaculate and the only telltale sign it was him was those shining blue eyes I adored so much. A chorus of ‘hello Santas’ rang back at him. He moved to sit in the chair we had stationed by the tree as some of the bolder kids congregated around him. Lisa stayed on my knee, however, still a little wary.

‘Now, I’ve been told there are lots of good girls and boys here is that right?’ Elvis said receiving excited shouts from the kids, ‘well that’s very good because I happen to have lots of presents here for those boys and girls!’ Elvis leaned into his sack and pulled out a neatly wrapped parcel. ‘Debbie?’ he asked looking for Joe’s little girl. She pushed through the crowd with a beaming smile and walked right into him as he handed her her gift, ‘here you go sweetheart.’ ‘Thank you Santa,’ she said taking it from his hands and running to her Dad so she could open it, allowing Elvis to dive back inside his sack for the next kid. This had become one of my favourite parts of the party. Though admittedly it had started as a way to get the kids to migrate downstairs I had now come to love it. I picked out presents for each kid, ensuring it was something they really wanted. Santa’s sack would also appear later in the night though those presents were less about the perfect gift and more about what would get a laugh.

He moved through each present presenting it to every child who ripped them open with enthusiasm. Lisa watched from my knee as every kid got a gift. As he got to the end of the sack she looked up at me worry dancing across her young features.

‘That seems to be it,’ Elvis said, tying his sack back up. ‘Uh, Santa?’ I said catching his attention and sliding Lisa off my knee, ‘could you please check again? Just in case?’ ‘I don’t think it’ll be any different but okay,’ Elvis said, winking at me as he did an exaggerated look into his bag, ‘oh, I seem to have missed one! This must be for you.’

Lisa turned around to look at me and I nodded encouraging her to go up to him. She walked tentatively forward until she was stood between his legs. ‘And what’s your name little girl?’ he asked. ‘Lisa Marie,’ she said, chewing on her finger nervously. ‘And have you been a good girl this year?’ he asked with a smile. Lisa nodded enthusiastically, ‘well then this must be for you.’ ‘Thank you Santa,’ she said leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Elvis stroked her cheek, pulling back as she ran to me, her gift in her hands.

‘Look what Santa got me Mama!’ she said. ‘Woah baby!’ I said, ‘we’ll open it in a minute okay?’ ‘Kay,’ she giggled, clutching it to her chest. Elvis stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder. ‘Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy your presents,’ he said walking away and waving as he did so. The kids waved goodbye though there was certainly less interest in him now they all had their various gifts. I let Lisa open her present, a doll she had been eyeing for months, and then Joan and I shepherded the kids downstairs to the basement which had been decked out for a slumber party. Once they were all situated and the TV was up and running we returned to the party.

Fortunately, the wrapping paper and boxes had been kindly cleared away and the music was back on full volume. Though as I looked around I noticed something missing. Elvis. I checked the clock which told me I had only been gone ten minutes though I was sure it wouldn’t have taken him that long to get changed.

‘Where is he?’ I asked Jerry, who was now sitting on the chair Elvis had vacated. ‘He’s not come back down yet I don’t think,’ he shrugged. I nodded and headed to find him.

He was in our bedroom, sitting on our bed, though I didn’t spot him at first. The lamps were off, the only source of light coming from the bathroom door being open a crack and the low moonlight coming in through the window. I flicked on the lights and moved to the window to shut the curtains.

‘Lisa can’t believe she got that doll! Like she hasn’t been asking for it for the past two months!’ I chuckled yet as I turned around my face fell. He was sitting on the bed still in the Santa suit, though the beard and hat were gone now and his jacket was unbuttoned leaving him partially shirtless. He wasn’t looking at me though, his head was hung as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, ‘everything okay?’ ‘Why wouldn’t it be?’ he said with a half-hearted snort. He stood up now, shirking his jacket off and throwing it on the bed. ‘Baby-’ I started but he cut me off. He threw his hands on his hips and looked at me. ‘Why me?’ he said. ‘What?’ ‘Why did you pick me to be Santa?’ he asked. ‘Because it’s our party,’ I said not knowing what he was getting at. ‘So?’ ‘So I wanted it to be good. And I know you’d be good at it,’ I said, confused by his line of questioning, ‘I mean didn’t you see the way those kids looked at you?’ ‘You mean they were happy you managed to find some other fat guy right?’ he spat. ‘What?!’ I asked perplexed. ‘That’s why it had to be me right? Jerry’s too well built, Joe’s too scrawny,’ he said, ‘better get your fat husband to do it.’ ‘That’s not true!’ I protested. ‘No, I’m just you’re ‘big strong Santa’ right?’ he said shaking his head. He sat down on the bed, hanging his head again. My heart squoze tighter in my chest.

I’d upset him. It wasn't the first time. He was a sensitive man I knew that but I didn’t know he was feeling like this. That however unintentional my words were they’d hurt him. I took a moment, trying to think of what to say, before I moved to stand between his legs, perching on his knee as I forced him to look up at me. The mirth and merriment he had been wearing not ten minutes ago was gone, replaced with sadness.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said quietly, ‘I didn’t mean to upset you…I didn’t notice.’ ‘You didn’t notice I’m the second fattest guy around here now right?’ he scoffed. I placed my hand on his cheek and stroked it gently with my thumb. ‘I didn’t notice that’s how my words might sound….but I didn’t pick you to be Santa because of that. Hell if it was just about getting someone to fit in the damn suit I’d have taped two cushions to Billy and have at it,’ I said. Elvis breathed a small chuckle.

‘I picked you because you have all the qualities I wanted. Kind, loving, mischievous,’ I said with a smile that he returned, the glint in his eye coming back just a tad, ‘I knew those kids would love you as Santa. And I was right. You made them all feel special, especially Lisa. You made her feel like the most important little girl in the world. You made memories she’s gonna have forever.’ ‘You think so?’ he asked quietly, resting his head against mine. ‘I know so,’ I said, ‘because that’s how you make me feel every single day.’ ‘Even looking like this,’ he said moving a hand that was around me so he could gesture to the slight gut protruding over his belt. I placed my hand on his tummy making him drop his gaze. ‘Are you as skinny as the day I fell in love with you? No. Do I love you just as much as I did then? Absolutely. I love you for you Elvis no matter what. Hell, I’m not exactly the same as when we met. She may have been tiny when she was born but my hips ain’t ever going to be the same after that kid of yours,’ I chuckled. ‘Still gorgeous,’ he mumbled into my temple. ‘If you think that then why don’t you think I feel the same about you?’ I said pulling back. He sighed, ‘I meant it when I said you’re my big strong Santa. Because I don’t see those as bad things. It’s not some code word, well, if it is it’s only good things. I like that you’re strong. I like that when you wrap your arms around me I feel safe. That’s what I meant.’

He stayed quiet for a moment and then nodded finally looking at me. I placed my hand on his cheek and pressed a kiss on his forehead before I rested mine against it.

‘I love you,’ I said. ‘Love you too,’ he whispered kissing me tenderly. After a moment or so I pulled back and slipped off his knee until I was kneeling in between his legs. He raised an eyebrow as I placed my hands on his chest. My words might not have fixed everything but I was determined to get a smile back on his face.

‘You know I realised something when we were downstairs,’ I said absent-mindedly tracing my fingers along his clavicle. ‘Oh yeah?’ he mused. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘What’s that?’ he said. ‘I realised I’m not gonna be on the nice list this year,’ I said with an exaggerated sigh. ‘Why’s that honey?’ he said, his lip curling up in a smirk. ‘I don’t think you’re allowed to be if you’ve been having dirty thoughts about Santa,’ I giggled. Elvis chuckled, ‘oh yeah? Like what?’ ‘I think it’s probably best if I show you,’ I said with a smirk as I pushed him back until he was resting against the bed on his elbows, looking down at me as my fingers fiddled with the black belt of his costume. ‘Maybe this whole Santa thing ain’t so bad after all.’

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