#best infant sleeper

[sivyera]

hi!! i loveee yr planet of the ape writings, blue eyes is literally my favorite!! but i was wondering if yu could do dating hcs for caesar?

thank yu so so sooo so much n i hope yu have a nice day/night!!

dating caesar headcanons

planets of the apes caesar x human!reader

a/n: sorry for taking so long, haha! btw guys i'm trying to write all your requests, i was just little off motivation for the past few days, be patient with me... also i'm probably gonna rewrite the dating headcanons i have with Blue eyes, i wrote it like 2 years ago so i'm not satisfyed with it haha, hope you like it!

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Caesar is extremely protective of those he loves, you are the love of his life so you can only imagine how much protective he'd be over you. he'd literally kill for you (which happened already but we are not gonna talk about that...)

when it comes to pda tho, it's something else. he usually keeps you close to himself but he isn't really touchy, maybe when Koba is around because he doesn't like the way Koba looks at you. so when Koba is around, he usually holds your hands or towers behind you

Marice is actually the only one who saw Caesar act all soft with you, because when the doors are closet and the two of you are alone, he's a whole different monkey

he keeps his hand on your lower back or brushes his fingers gently over your thigh, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

he has a huge soft spot for you like it's not even funny. Koba (or any other monkey) wants to go to the right? Caesar goes to the left. You wanna go to the right? Caesar goes to the right. and i'm just starting..

he always leaves you the best fruit or the nicest meat or the clearest water, he wants the best nutritions for you since you're much weaker than a monkey

he overall takes a very good care of you. he always makes sure you get enough and proper sleep, that you eat the best food, that you move through the day, etc..

he likes to watch you when you interact with the infants (baby monkeys) because they are always in awe when they see you and it's just so cute to him. see all those monkeys over you with their small hands touching your hair or fingers or ears, they love you and Caesar loves watching your smile

he usually keeps an eye on you through the day, even if he isn't near you, you can feel him and if anything happens, he's immediately by your side

i believe he doesn't sleep so good, he has a hard time falling asleep plus he's a very light sleeper so if you get him to fall asleep for at least few hours, consider yourself a magician

but even tho his sleeping is not so good, he loves to hold you. your presence actually calm him down so even if he's not sleeping, he's resting BUT he has to have you in his arms

when you're sleeping peacefully in his arms, he likes to watch you (it's like a habit already to him). he'd let his finger gently trace the outline of your earlobe while the moonlight shines on your pretty face and the only thing he listens is your steady heartbeat and soft breaths. he swears you're an angel...

he's very gentle with you overall, he knows how strong he actually is so whenever he's interacting with you, he's careful and gentle...

he lets himself be curious about you sometimes and even tho he lived with the humans and he knows them, you're different. you're his girl so he can touch you much more than he could touch Will

he'd explore your fingers, ears, hair, toes, everything and you swear that inside he's still a curious baby (only with you tho, no one else can see this side of him)

you teach him more words and he tries twice as hard with talking because he wants to communicate with you more, but sometimes he pretends like he can't understand just so he can hear your sweet voice

you're the only one that matters the most to him and he's able to start a war just to have you safe... and he's the peaceful guy

when he's not around, he let's Maurice to watch over you

whenever you make him something (like a bracelet or a necklace) he wears it all the time and refuses to take it off but there are times when that thing rips (because he was hunting and ripped it off by accident) and when that happens, he goes to you and tell you to make a new one. he doesn't want you to think that he doesn't value it...

no one dares to pick up on you, no one dares to touch you more than friendly, no one dares to flirt with you because Caesar is always behind you with his cold stare. so if any young males would try to hit on you, they'd quickly give up after they see their leader killing them with his stare

Koba of course isn't a fan of you since you're a human but he respects Caesar (till he don't) so till he lives with others in the colony, he tolerates you

Caesar tries to keep you away from any danger as long as possible but once again something happens, you're the first thing on his mind and he HAS to have you in safety

if he lost you, he'd go feral, literally. he'd kill every human on this planet even tho he's knew that it wouldn't bring you back...

sometimes his love for you scares him, because he was never this much in love but he loves every second of it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hidden Treasure 1

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Summary: your quiet life is interrupted by a tempestuous man. (reader is Blair from Follow You Anywhere)

Characters: Thor

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You lay out the hand-sewn coin purses along the left side of the table, completing the array of your hand-made and repurposed goods. It’s a good day to sell, sunny but not too hot, the early days of spring when people are eager to get out. At least it should be. Despite your selection, you’re not the most personable vendor along the square. 

The last detail is the hand-painted wood sign. You did it yourself; an antique frame you added a gold hue to and filled with a thin sheet of board. It isn’t much but it tells people what they’re looking at; handmade and renewed goods. 

You fold your hands and hover behind your table. You’re a one-person operation. It’s your own table, your own money, your own everything. It brings in enough for you to live. Just you and your cluttered apartment. 

The coin purses and the sleepers you sew by hand are the more popular sellers. Anything for children goes first, you notice. Everyone seems to be having them. The older crowd radiate towards the old candlesticks you polished to a shine or the glass-shaded lamps you tediously re-wired. Most try to haggle but your prices are fair enough. 

You peer around at the produce stands, the soap and candle makers, and the crocheted stuffies of your fellow sellers. You do a bit of window shopping but never follow through on your wandering eyes. You don’t need to waste the money on the pretty new things, you have lots of lovely old things. 

The traffic picks up and you busy yourself with the browsers. A woman with a stroller buys several of the infant dresses and headband, a group of older ladies peruse the aged hardcovers and pick out a few, while a couple comments on the brass-based lamp with the dangling chain. You do your best to smile through the transactions. 

The rises higher in the sky towards its apex. The steady flow keeps you busy, with some time in-between to work on fixing the binding of one of the old editions. You like to keep yourself distracted, thinking can be dangerous. With how much time you spend alone, it’s hard to avoid. 

As you lock up the cash box and tuck it back under the table, a shadow passes over, large than any other. For a moment, you think a cloud’s passing over the sun. You look up at the sky as a broad figure stands across from you.  

You don’t know how you didn’t see the man’s approach. He’s huge. Tall and wide. He doesn’t seem the type to be interested in your selection. Still, he leans in to eye the embroidered coin purses and gives a rumbling hum that sounds like distant thunder. 

He picks up one with primroses sewn into it. His thick thumb brushes the threaded design and his large hand makes the coin purse look even smaller. You tap your fingers on the table as his eyes flick up and meet yours. 

“Hi, uh, how can I help you?” You whittle out of your tight throat. It’s not often a lone man finds interest in your things. You cater to a more femme audience. 

“This is nice,” he remarks, “do you make these?” 

“Uh, yes, I do,” you give a tight-lipped smile, “I just embroider old used purses.” 

“Just? That’s splendid work,” he brings it closer to his face and looks down his nose at the little flowers and leaves, “my mother would love this... mother’s day is coming, eh?” 

“Oh, um, yes, I suppose,” you agree. “It’s five dollars. Cash only.” 

“Mm,” he traces his thumb over the metal clasp as he taps his back pocket with his other hand, “don’t think I’ve any on me. Could you hold this for me?” He offers the coin purse, “I’ll find the ATM.” 

“Sure, I could do that.” 

You take the coin purse, fingers brushing his rough skin, and you set it aside. 

“Thank you,” he smiles broadly, blue eyes twinkling as lines creases around them and across his forehead. 

He reluctantly trails away and you watch him go. His golden hair is longer than most, twisted into a low bun behind his hand as a few strands dangle freely around his face. He wears a denim jacket over dark red tee and grey jeans, along with a pair of scuffed brown boots. He stands out even in his casual attire. 

You shrug off the encounter and turn to your next customers. More baby clothes. The women chat about a baby show and you point them to the newborn sizes, telling them about the fabrics you use for each. They buy a few bibs along with the sleepers and diaper covers. 

You back up and sit in the folding chair, drinking deeply from your bottle of water. You don’t know if it’s the interactions or the sun making you dizzy. It’s close to noon. You always start to feel it around this time.  

The hours surrounded by strange faces and buzzing voices are clustering in your head and chest. Only a little longer; the market only runs until two. If the world didn’t require money to survive, you might never leave your apartment. Yet your table is the only means you have to keep walls around you. 

You sit a bit longer and get up again. You’re okay. You should’ve eaten before you left the apartment. How silly of you to forget the overnight oats you had put in the fridge just the night before. You do forget quite a few things. 

The market thrums with the late morning rush and you brace yourself for the final stretch. If you can clear off half the table, you might not have to come back next weekend. You’d be all too content to stay in your own little world, the one beyond is too loud and too bright. 

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You fold your table up and push the hook around the peg to keep it shut. You fold up the chair as well and lean both with your boxes. As the market clears out, you pull up your small two-door and load your wares into the back hatch. 

You peer over at the other vendors and their vans and trucks. Crews of half a dozen or more pack away goods and chatter just as loud as the previous crowds. It’s an isolating moment. You don’t mind going unnoticed but sometimes you feel so small. 

As you put a box in the back of the car, your keys slip off your finger. You bend and feel around the tire to retrieve them and sense a shadow above you. You clasp your hand around the keyring and stand-up suddenly, turning to face the figure behind you. There’s no one there. 

You peer around but find nothing out of the ordinary. You return to your task and pause. You don’t remember putting that box away yet... 

You shake your head. You’re just tired and forgetful. Your cardinal vices. Your mind wanders too much to rest, too much to keep order. 

You put the last box away and close the hatch. You get in the driver’s seat and turn the engine. It putters softly but it runs well enough. The old car has gotten you through the years just fine. There was a time that tiny thing was your home. 

You pull away down the lane parallel to the edge of the market square and pull out into traffic. You drive without seeing, led by habit as you stop at signs along the way, turning around corners mindlessly. You stop and wait to pull into your building’s lot and notice the large storm grey jeep behind you. It strikes you as peculiar; you enter from a back street to avoid the rush. 

You steer into the lot and the jeep continues down the street past the building. You forget it as quickly as it rolls beyond the faded brick. You find your spot, parking pass dangling from the mirror, and shut off the engine. You linger and take a breath. You're hungry and tired. 

You leave your things in the car and go upstairs. You slow as you pass your neighbour’s door. You saw her yesterday, she was in trouble about something. The police came as she hid from her boyfriend in your apartment. You didn’t even know she had one. You tried not to be nosy but she seemed real upset. 

Your cheeks tinge as you stare at the numbers on her door. She’s the only person who’s ever been inside your apartment. You don’t welcome people in, not into your home or your life. You hadn’t meant to let her in but you were so tired and confused, you couldn’t stop her. 

You cringe and continue down to your door with one last glance over your shoulder. You put the key in the slot and turn with a grind. You scurry inside and quickly lock the door, afraid she might once more emerge and follow you inside. Or that man, the big one with the beard. 

You twist the latch back into place and put your keys in the tray on the cramped shelf. The apartment is dark, the windows shrouded in black fabric, and you flip on the overhead light to guide you down the hallway. The walls are made tighter as their lined with endless shelves and tables, all filled with your collection of curiosities. 

You go to the fridge and take out the mason jar of steeped oats. You sit and eat the soft, pasty oats and the berries. You didn’t add enough cinnamon. It doesn’t matter, your stomach greedily mulches it. You put the kettle on and wait for it to steam. 

As you pace around, you hear a loud rumble. An engine. You don’t think much of it but you go to the window to peek out around the dark fabric. A woman walks a large dog past a grey jeep parked along the curb. Is it the same one you saw before? 

The question doesn’t pique your mind much. That’s the way of the world, you find. It’s a lot smaller than it seems, yet to you, it’s inexorably vast. It’s too fast, too unpredictable. You retreat as the kettle whistles. 

Your apartment is small and warm and safe. The world can’t follow you back here. Not if you don’t let it in and you won’t be doing that again. 

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You decide, against your better instincts, to go to market. The weather is nice and it wouldn’t be so bad add a few extra bucks to your nest egg. You never know what might come up, or what you might find! Too many times you stumbled upon an antique you just couldn’t afford. 

You go through your usual ritual. You set up the table and the chair, and arrange your things in the same way around the wooden sign. As you put your boxes to the side, you hear a rattle at the bottom of one. You look into the crate and notice the silver ring. How’d that get in there? You didn’t bring any jewelry. 

You put down the box and reach inside. You take out the ring and turn it. You’ve never seen it before. There’s a strange stick symbol on the flat face. Maybe another language or a run of some type. You turn it in your hand and tuck it in your pocket. You’ll have to give a closer look at home. 

It’s early and a few stragglers trickle in, but they all walk by your table without pause. 

You sit and take out the jar of oats. You remembered today. You’d woken up with a hunger so deep, you almost ate before you left. You know better than to eat too early. Instead, you had your tea and got yourself moving. 

You stir the blueberries in and eat slowly, trying to measure your bites so you don’t feel sick after. You watch the other vendors, some still setting up, and lazily swallow down the thick oatmeal. It feels like it might rain after all, there’s a touch of damp in the air. 

You finish up and put the jar away. As you wipe your mouth with your sleeve, a woman’s voice trills and pricks your ears. Silver hair with a few wisps of gold peak out from her silk headscarf. The teal fabric matches the pattern of her blouse, tucking into a finely pressed skirt. She’s not alone, she has her arm hooked through another. 

Her companion is younger than her. His golden hair is pulled half up at the crown of his head as he towers over her lithe frame. You squint, they might be related. As they approach, you get a whiff of deja vu. 

“Yes, it was this one, mother,” the man’s voice is deep. 

“How lovely, look at all these treasures,” she slips her arm free as she approaches, “hello, dear, is this all yours?” 

“Mhmm, yes,” you stand up, “are you looking for something in particular?” 

“I think we’re just browsing,” she smiles brightly, her lips painted a gentle shade of rose. 

“A coin purse,” the man says, “with prim rose? Do you recall?” 

You look at him. Faces aren’t easy for you but his voice strikes something in your mind, and his size. You haven’t seen a lot of men that big, only the one in your neighbour’s apartment. You think you remember holding something but the customer never came back. 

“This one,” you point to the coin purse, set back in the row. 

“Yes, that was me,” he chimes, “mother,” he pulls the primrose purse to the top. She takes it and he looks back to you, “I apologise that I didn’t return, there was an emergency and I had to be off.” 

“It’s okay,” you shrug, folding your hands together. 

The woman is looking at you. There’s something in her gaze that makes you squirm. Her eyes linger just a bit longer before she aims them at the purse, admiring the embroidery as she feels it beneath her thumb. 

“Yes, I do like this one,” she says. 

“I brought cash this time,” the man booms and reaches into his pocket, “five, I believe you said.” 

“Yes,” you accept the bill from him, his skin rough as his fingertips touch yours, “thanks. Erm, did you need a bag?” 

“For this? No,” she wiggles the purse playfully and reaches for the man, her son, with other hand. She caresses his knuckles as she faces him, “you were right. Very beautiful.” 

He smiles broadly, proudly almost. It’s just a purse. You hide your discomfort as you grip your arm at your elbow. 

“Thank you,” the woman chirps back at you, sending another grin in your direction, “you might see us again.” 

She hooks her arm once more through her son’s and leads him to the next booth. You peer after them as her attention clings to the purse as she continues to feel it between her fingers. She leans into his arm as she speaks to him quietly. They seem close, it’s sweet. Your own mother had never been so affectionate. 

You look away before the scene can pluck in your chest. It doesn’t matter. You’re grown up now. That’s all behind you. 

[therealslimshakespeare]

Fort Dix to Memphis

Summary: Having traveled for 24 hours, hopped two continents and crossed an ocean, little baby Rosalee has no more patience for the endless homecoming interviews and pageantry required of her Daddy’s precious time, time that should be her’s in this strange, loud, American new world. What’s a new father to do when his baby “Schnucki” won’t stop wailing when he leaves her? Why, do the interviews with her in his coat, of course!

Warnings: Fluffy and wholesome as can be, PG, only small upsets may include a woman nursing, a father helping a baby latch while nursing, colonel parker not minding his business and trying to shove Elaine out of the public eye, Journalists being passive aggressive, little children in some distress

Word count: 4k

Requested: yes

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Circa: Early Spring, 1960

“I don’t think she’ll settle without nursing.” Elaine really tried to keep the emphaticism out of her voice as she reclined into the rather luxurious bed the sleeper car was furnished with, watching as Elvis paced in the tiny walk between the window and bed, cradling a fussing Rosalee, lights turned down to nearly nothing and her baby cheek pressed to his just like she liked it. She wouldn’t fully go under though, and Elvis was certain she suspected his motive of making her sleep to then slip out and speak to the journalists waiting outside, while Elaine surmised it was an empty belly keeping the sweet dreams away.

Dark Cherry wood paneling and padded headboards that made it easy to lean against and nurse, low lighting that made it feel like something out of the old Hollywood movies, the train car was coziness personified -and of course Elaine had her exhausted children all in a tidy row between her and the vibrating train wall. All but Rosalee.

Colonel Parker had balked at the expense of such a luxury car, an en-suite bathroom, two beds making an L in the room and a little sitting room adjacent through a door, perfect for press and visitors -and play space- on the long trip. Elvis thought it was perfect for his family, and that’s where he and his manager differed. Colonel Parker had been very eager and very full of plans upon meeting the freshly stateside Presley’s. He’d come aboard the plane as soon as it touched down at Fort Dix and stressed the importance of Elvis going off solo.

“Colonel, I’ve got four children outta the womb, and my wife’s only got two hands.” Elvis had pointed out the obvious and that logic had won over the Snow Job’s dream of reintroducing a rehabilitated and unencumbered Memphis Flash back to the American public.

Colonel Parker then had some ideas about various ways to ship Elaine back to the backwater by cattlecar while Elvis did press in the north -alright he didn’t put it like that but it was the essence of his intent, according to Elaine’s shrewd perception, so much so even her father, Mr. Phipps had balked in offense at the obvious intention of shoving Elaine and her growing belly away from public view.

If Elvis Presley wanted to be so besotted with her that he’d give her five children in less than four years, he could damn well walk down a jetway with her. A sentiment her Mopey agreed with, of course he did.

And before much more fuss could be made, Charlie Hodge and good ole Rex Harrison had spent their newly demobilized time procuring the best train car on the line, and they spent a great deal of Elvis’ money to incentivize that train car to go to Memphis instead of Baltimore.

Those were the sorts of logistics, haggling and arrangements that Elaine usually took great interest and responsibility for negotiating, but freshly arrived from a transatlantic flight, three press conferences deep, decently pregnant and toting four children and a jumpy husband, she found herself ceding such tactical responsibilities for the seemingly endless amount of breast-feeding and lullaby singing her jet-lagged infants needed.

To be honest she was exhausted. As was Elvis. And their children. So much traveling and so much interacting and never a quiet moment. If one pair of twins was down the other roused and neither parent had gotten a full hour of uninterrupted sleep in two days. But still, Elaine felt happy with the warmth finally soaking into her as she snuggled beneath down covers with three little heaters tucked beside her, Daisy Mae dozing at her breast.

And she got to watch Elvis pace and coo and take the responsibility of soothing Rosalee very seriously, he always did.

“C’mon Schnucki, daddy ain’t goin’ nowhere far, hims right here, you jus’ lay your pretty lil head down and close those pretty yittle eyes, alright? You just close them eyes and picture a pretty green lawn with lil blankets on it and wildflowers we can pick and I’ll even get you little lambs to jump around and -that’s home Schnuki, we’re gonna be home tomorrow baby. I know, I know s’been so long for daddy too, hims could cry to, I could, I swear I could but it’s happier to think ‘bout bein’ there soon, and if you close your yittle eyes and dream bout them pretty clover flowers, you’ll get there even sooner. Did ya know that, Schnucki? Sleep makes ya time travel, it does, honest, baby. It does. So you just close those lil eyes-“

His low, murmuring babble was so soothing Elaine felt her arm holding Daisy go limp and she nodded off for a breed second before a resumption of Rosalee’s pitiful fussing jarred her again.

“Elvis baby, let’s try nursing.” she whispered gently, snagging his blazer hem on one of his turns along the little path he’d made and keeping him close.

He pulled Rosalee off his shoulder and held her little onesie clad form at arms length, surveying his inconsolable little one. “I dunno, ya look pretty fat Rosy, but I reckon there’s always room for more, hmm? Hmm baby? You wanna snuggle with mama’s titties, hmm? Get you all nice and warm and full of milk.” he stepped closer to the bed and Elaine scooted aside, with some fear of crushing her other children, to give him room to sit beside her, “C’mon Schnucki, go to mama, baby girl, get your tummy full so those rumbly tumbly feelin’s don’t wake ya up.”

Elvis’ large hands laid his little bundle on the breast that Daisy had not just supped from and helped Elaine position Rosalee in the crook of her mama’s elbow. He helped straighten her legs and tipped her on her side and when she kept turning her little head to watch him instead of focusing on the task in hand, Elvis even fed her little mouth the nipple like feeding a dog a treat. He squished her cheeks closed and tugged at Elaine’s bud until the milk came out and at it sprayed on Rosalee’s palette the baby’s eyes finally lit up.

“There we go,” Elvis laughed quietly, “don’t know what’s good for ya yet. Shouldn't doubt me Schnucki, I knows what’s best for hers, yes I do, and I always wants what’s best and I know, I know that look, good ain’t it? S’warm and sweet and so soft for your cheek, mhmm, nothin’ to fight.” he crouched over her for a minute as she latched and vigorously began to suck, much to Elaine’s relief, and he ran his fingers across her poofy baby cheek.

Elvis and Elaine watched her, too tired to make conversation or wish to break the hypnotically cozy spell Elvis’ cajoling nursery talk had lulled them all into. Jesse stretched in his sleep beside Elaine and cracked open an eye, smiling a silly, happy, lax mouthed smile at seeing his daddy still there. Elvis laid his hand on his boy’s chest and the the little guy turned on his side, rolling his body around it for a moment before falling back to sleep.

“God, y'all look so cozy, could break my heart.” Elvis mumbled as he took his hand back from Jesse’s lax hold, his other still supporting Rosalee’s bum as the baby girl would unlatch and search frantically for him whenever his touch left.

“You could stay.” Elaine pointed out the obvious, reaching her hand to swoop up the glorious flip of hair he had grown out. In the dim light, and even the bright sunshine, now that he’d grown out his army cut, it was more obvious than ever where Rosalee got her chestnut locks. “Don’t have to do press tonight.” she thumbed at his under eyes, marveling how a man could look so beautiful and so exhausted all at once.

“Naw naw, they’re waiting.” he jerked his head back at the sitting room and the low hum of the waiting reporter’s voices through the door, “If I do it tonight, won’t have to do it tomorrow and with any luck they’ll hop off on some northerly station and we’ll have a spot of peace ‘fore Memphis.”

“Alright.” she murmured, holding very still as Rosalee had come unlatched, cheek squished to Elaine’s large breast and her breath coming out in steady little puffs. “Do you think she’s gone?” she asked the man who knew her best after a bit of study.

“I-I think, I think so.” he hesitated, peering at her pink eyelids and the lax set of her mouth.

“She’s gone very limp.” Elaine remarked.

“Here I’ll try takin’ my hand back a-and if that works I’ll wait a minute and get up.” he suggested, slowly pulling his hand away from his infant's body with all the slow precision of a man dismantling a bomb.

Both hands clutched to his chest, Elvis and Elaine watched to see if baby so much as twitched but 48 hours of traveling seemed to catch up with their Rosalee and she didn’t move a muscle. Elvis carefully snagged a pillow and brought it under Elaine’s arm now she was holding all the weight and she carefully snuggled into a position she could maintain without moving for however long the press conference took.

“You alright mamas?” he asked her as he gravely reviewed his precautions for her comfort.

“I’m perfect.” she whispered, pursing her lips and he leaned over her gently, pressing his forehead to her mouth as he knew she wanted. “Oh I’ve stained you.” she lamented, the faded remnants of her lipstick having transferred to his golden face.

He snickered softly and rose from the bed with as little motion as he could, using those strong thighs of his to leverage straight up without a bounce and when he was successful in not waking the Schnucki Monster he went into the en-suite bathroom and reviewed the pale kiss mark above his brow. It was barely noticeable and rather affectingly situated, like a pretty stamp above his more mobile eyebrow.

As Elvis stared at it his heart twisted with a burning loyalty for the woman in bed with his five children while the Colonel’s words ricocheted in his mind until he found himself emphatically redoing his lashes with more than a moderate coat of mascara and after a moment's hesitation, he opened Elaine’s matching toilette bag and took from it today’s shade of coral. Unscrewing the gold cap he pondered it for a moment before leaning into the mirror and gently dabbing it onto the places where her kiss mark failed to make an outline. He was cautious not to overdo it, pulling back to review his entire face and take in the effect.

He had no desire to make her favor look garish, but neither did he want it unnoticed. He looked rather like one of last war’s recruiting posters, white smile, long hair, fresh face with a big smooch printed thereon.

He knew all these press conferences weren’t just about his career. They were according to his manager but for Elvis, he knew he was coming back to a rather different place than he left, social change and an upcoming election had galvanized folks into a sorta mood Elvis hadn’t had the chance to gauge for himself. And in it he wanted to find his footing again, not just as a star but as somebody who could do good. And he couldn’t do nothing without Laney, whatever Parker said, and poor Laney had suffered enough, been put through the American press for her pretty figure and affectionate ways.

And for daring to love him so well.

It wasn’t just his image. It was hers too, that he was re-introducing, and as such he was introducing the parents of his children, going out there to talk about movies was only the side issue, he had the Presley reputation to establish. Tired as he was, Elvis didn’t feel daunted by it, he felt energized and revved up at the prospect of such momentous responsibilities and he snapped the lid on Laney’s lipstick with an emphatic snap of his thumb.

Elvis liked the ‘loved on’ look. He’d never pretended he didn’t with his fan’s love and he wouldn’t with his wife’s.

He exited the bathroom and upon seeing Elaine as dead asleep sitting up in bed as the rest of the babies, he tiptoed out of the cozy space and cracked open the door, squeezing out and shutting it gently, much to the amusement and chuckling cooperation of the reporters waiting outside.

“Whole crew’s sleepin’ in there, gotta stay quiet, man. How’re y’all doing?” he asked them, basking in the colder air that whistled through the cracked window and took his seat on one of the benches, splitting a smile as a camera flash whited out his vision.

It had been near twenty minutes when Elaine was roused from the dead and dreamless sleep she’d fallen into by the shift of Rosalee’s sweaty little head on her chest. She increased the calming pressure of her hand on the little girl’s back and held very still, hoping it was a gesture in sleep. It wasn’t. Soon after she began to root around and whimper, upon waking up enough to notice soft feminine flesh beneath her cheek she began to fully cry, endangering the rest of the others. Elaine promptly untangled herself and stood up, walking away from the others, pacing by the door, trying to hush her poor infant.

“-besides those three films lined up I-I-I really d-don’t have plans, no, I-I-“ Elvis paused in his answer as the sound of crying came from the inner room. He knew which baby it was and his heart clenched.

“Oops!” one of the reporters snickered, a sympathetic father who knew how annoying it could be to have a baby crying all night, keeping a guy up and the wife not able to make it hush.

“I-I uh…” Elvis tried to go on but the cries increased and while it wouldn’t disturb the journalists or even be perceptible on the recordings, he couldn’t bear it. “If you’ll excuse me, gentleman.” he apologized as he rose, determined and unabashed as he crossed across the train car and wove through the pack of reporters back to the suite door.

“Oh darling I’m sorry.” Laney gushed as he slipped in and cast a wary glance at the stirring children left in the bed.

“Don’t be.” he told her sharply and didn’t even ask for the baby, just took her out of Elaine’s arms with surety and sushed her with his familiar hums. “Ain’t no reason to be apart, we’ll just buddy up for this, huh Schnucki?” he murmured and Elaine’s eyes went wide.

“You’re going to do press with -a child?” It wasn’t an image anyone in Hollywood or even politics really tried to create, the family man leading man wasn’t really a seller at the box office or in the gossip column. Not unless he had affairs and regularly got redeemed by famous children, she supposed the Fairbanks might yet prove role models.

“I’m gonna hold my baby while they ask me questions.” he framed it with a pointed look and placed a kiss of his own on Elaine's forehead, “Now I can’t keep ‘em waiting. Go get warm, go, move that cute lil butt, go, shoo!” he swatted her nighty clad backside until she had the covers up to her chin again and Ella tucked into her side. It wasn’t till he had turned back and headed out the door that Elaine gasped in recognition of the kiss mark.

The chattering greetings of the journalists upon his re-emergence quieted as soon as they noticed the bundle in his arms as he stepped back through their ranks to his seat. Sitting with all the nonchalant confidence of a king as he tucked his pacified child into the crook of his elbow and patted her bottom rhythmically with a bejeweled hand. Those who had once lingered around him on tour, chasing him down backstage to snatch sound bites and headliner quotes over the scream of women and the edgy young performers' preoccupation with kissing and winking at every passing female were astounded by the change.

Bob Gary, one of the reporters who had covered his stardom since the hayride and had the pleasure of meeting Miss Gladys, god rest her, was a little less astounded than others that her wild boy had in him the makings of a lovely young man. Bob always thought Elvis was respectful and always got a sense of goodness when around Elvis. It made sense Elvis would set his mind to good fatherhood and perform its functions with as little shame as he felt when moving to his music. “Now who do we have here?” Bob asked kindly after the quiet room got a little too absurd even by journalistic standards.

“We’ve got a pretty little lady joining us, gentleman, this is Rosalee Presley, prefers to be called Schnuki but maybe not by you strange men. Heh.” Elvis proclaimed his sniveling baby’s chosen name proudly and jostled her mopey self a little, only succeeding in making her pout further into his jacket but the tears had ceased. “All this travelin’ has been doin’ their heads in, man, my poor babies. So, you mustn’t mistake her whinin’ as personality, ya see she’s been a very stable baby, hasn’t ever been outside Germany, ‘cept for a trip to Paris, and now she’s across the whole ocean. That’s a heap of miles for a yittle itty-bitty thang like her, you understand gentleman? So as I was sayin’, my lil daughter’s most congenial, most nights, gonna have to forgive her tonight*

Bob Gary laughed as did a few of the press who were equally lost on the topic but eager to return to their questions. “Why can’t her mother calm her?” one fellow asked benignly and Elvis squinted at him, jaw tickling before he smoothed his face and shrugged:

“My wife’s jugglin’ four kids in there, includin’ the one cookin and she does a remarkable job.'' Perhaps Elvis said it sharper than he meant to, but Bob Gary licked his pencil stub and got to writing, paper didn’t convey tone unless the writer mentioned it. “A-a-and see, me and my Rosalee,” the young father went on, “we’re the same, two peas in a pod. I’m the same when she ain’t around, get all mopey and the like. I do man, I do. Got my own lil wooby here, uhuh. What? Oh ha! Sure sure, call it that. Emotional crutch, whatever man I-I-I -all I know is I-I need her, man. What? You ain’t ever wanted to hang out with your kid? They’re a heap of fun man, don’t talk over ya neither.”

“Can we see her face, Elvis?” Asked one hopeful with his camera at the ready.

Elvis thoughtfully prodded Rosalee’s pink cheek but the little girl was always shy of crowds, worse yet when they were masculine ones and despite Elvis’ little pokes his baby only burrowed deeper, as if aware of his query and answering it with a wriggle that buried her face beneath his jacket’s lapel.

“Aww man, I think she’s too shy for that.” Elvis decided, carefully tucking her further in, her chubby little legs, two dangling feet and the back of her reddish head the only visible parts of her. “Now I don’t want y’all thinkin’ this is her usual personality, -all the travellin’s been rough on her.”

“I bet it’s hard on all the kids.”

“I-i-it’s challenging, sure.” Elvis nodded, running a soothing hand up her sweaty back, “But we’re headed home. Gonna be right as rain, soon as we get to Memphis, I just know it. Ya know these last two, they were born in Germany! Ain’t ever been home yet, they’re restless for it.”

That seemed a bit improbable for a bunch of city slickers who considered home to be a vague notion of rented flats and let rooms and so one asked:

“__Mr. Presley, you’ve quite the large family now, uh, how old is your daughter? Hard to keep up.“

“She’s not yet one.”

“—And your wife’s already expecting again, correct?“

“Yessir she is.” Elvis nodded soberly and he felt little Rosalee begin to forget her bashfulness and twist herself a little so she could play with the rings on his left hand.

“Does the growth of your family surprise you? It certainly surprised the rest of the nation. Do you have any regrets?“

Elvis thought about the adoring bundle in his arms who gave him all the terrifyingly unconditional trust he always wanted to be saddled with and stuttered out a reply after clearing his throat, “Well uh, no sir, not really. My wife she -she was on me like a duck on a junebug, sir, right away like. And uh, I saw it as my peace keepin’ duty to keep her peaceful, ya see? Heh. So, so anyways, we’ve got all these kids now and I find them mighty precious. They’re the most special things I’ve ever had. I-I- didn’t-what we had gentleman, when we married -it weren’t no great romance, see, it were rather like the reasons our parents married. Course I love her now but we’re intentional and this is what we wanted. She’s made what coulda been some of the darkest years of my life, well she -she’s made them the best. Awww yeah you too Schnucki, yesss, of course hers too.” he trailed off with a coo as Rosalee raised her face to watch him, learning by his tone that he was talking about mama.

“—What do you expect for your little family, what with you gone to work on the movie contracts Colonel Parker has lined up for you?“

“Oh well, they’re comin’ with me, ain’t no question of that. Whole family I-I-I gotta have ‘em. They’re not a favorite pillowcase you can leave behind. Colonel Parker says the trailer ain’t big enough but he forgets they’re lil still, we all fit in a single bed. Sleep that way most nights, they’re all yittle still. And I need ‘em. They’ll be with me.”

“What’s Miss Rosalee think about seeing palm trees, huh?” the same hopeful as before, this time with his damn camera lowered, took the liberty of grabbing at one of her little feet, intending to wag it playfully but Miss Rosalee let out a wounded cry of disbelief and climbed up her father’s chest with the alacrity of a hunted koala.

Elvis tried to moderate his voice when he cautioned the young journalist, “She don’t wanna be touched, man, please don’t.” but nothing could temper the cool blue flame of his eyes at the guy’s presumption. “Hey, hey hers ok, yes hers is.” he whispered to his baby and slowly brought her down into his lap, a curled little dough ball in a soft pink onesie. “Here Schnucki, curl in baby, have at it.”

He opened his jacket wide and exposed a soft sweater beneath his blazer, dark red and with a deep neckline, he’d bought it for the cowl neck he liked for shielding from the wintry gusts and hiding his chicken neck from photographers. Rosalee likes the way it warms her up and tickles her nose, she burrows her face into his chest so fast it’s comical and the guys laughed as did Elvis gently, all while he closed his blazer back around her little body and gathered up her one vulnerable outlier in his large hands - her little footsies.

“I dunno what y’all are laughin’ at.” Elvis pretended ignorance, crooked grin about ready to split his face, “There ain’t nothin’ here, man, nothin’!” he protested as the guys wheezed in amusement over the tiny, frizzy shock of chestnut hair sticking out the top of his buttoned coat. “Now’re you fools gonna ask me about formula brands or hollywood, hmm?”

The next thirty minutes passed uneventfully, for Rosalee at least. It was warm and damp in daddy’s jacket, against his chest and she could feel the thoughtful rumble of his answers buzzing her right cheek. When he was done she felt a little whoosh of flight as he stood up but she was safe, his arm kept her anchored to him and the buttons cocooning her near his chest held up. She had been oblivious to the nervous way her daddy sweated when he dodged answering about who he’d vote for in the coming election but she had felt when he had tensed at a question about her parents’ taped phone call. She raised a clammy hand out the top of his jacket and patted his jaw till he had laughed. The press laughed too. He never answered that question after all. Rosalee smiled a proud baby smile against his sweater.

All Miss Rosalee knew was daddy laughed and then he calmed and his chest rumbled some more then there was a whoosh and the jostling of him shaking hands and soon he was walking, she could feel the bounce of his gait. “We fooled them, didn’t we Schnucki.” she heard him whisper down into the jacket.

The soft click of the door. Mama was near.

And soon, Rosalee felt a chilly little gust as the inferno was opened and the faint lights of the bedroom suite crept in as daddy unbuttoned his jacket and gently laid her down next to mama on the bed before stripping out of his clothes. Mama lay on her side in the bed and deftly slipped the lacy strap of her nighty off her shoulder, gently cupping Rosalee’s head to her breast, hoping for cooperation.

Without preamble or hesitation the little girl latched on for her midnight snack.

Elvis was slipping in beside them, tucked in with Rosalee between himself and Elaine, when his pretty wife chuckled in disbelief.

“What is it baby?” he asked, whopped from all the diplomacy and melting like butter on pancakes at the mere proximity to his little tribe.

“You smart little lady,” Elaine murmursd to Rosalee in admiration, “you know your daddy isn’t leaving anymore and now you want to eat, huh?”

Elvis grinned with half his pretty face smashed into the pillow, trying in vain to stay awake to watch one of his favorite activities under the sun -his wife feeding his babies from her own body. His eyes began to droop anyway and he found himself jolting periodically, having drifted off.

The third time he awoke like this he felt Laney’s cool fingers gently tugging his eyelids down, smudging the mascara but soothing him, “Night, night mopey, you can go now, she’s gone, too.”

Hope y’all enjoyed! Your “bugging” and “screaming” is music to my ears, fuel to my fire and keeps me writing, please never hold back -this is a safe space for feral little Elvis loving rodents…like you and me.

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[mikrosimsmos]

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[jonquilyst]

Summer 🌞

I completed the Adopt Summer Challenge by @powersocial! I played throughout her entire childhood from infancy to the point when she aged up to a YA. She was raised by mothers Kiara Gupta and Emily Tran (seen here) in San Sequoia. She was their only child, so she didn't grow up with any siblings.

This is how she turned out!

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Goofball, Adventurous

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Bonus Traits: Top Notch Infant, Happy Toddler, Good Manners, Responsible, Mediator

Summer is a very happy-go-lucky girl who loves being silly and having fun. She's very gregarious and energetic. Jokes and pranks are her absolute favorite, and she totally knows how to liven up the atmosphere. On top of that, Summer is an animal enthusiast and loves any and all creatures (especially her childhood best friend Cooper, who she's holding). She's aspiring to become a veterinarian so she can help and interact with all sorts of animals.

Infancy

Summer (of course) had the sunny trait and developed the Frequently Sneezes, Snuggly Sleeper, and the Picky Eater infant quirks. Being a snuggly sleeper kept her poor parents up at night because she would ONLY sleep soundly if they were actively holding her (which was hard when they themselves were tired!). Summer would only fall asleep in the crib if she was especially tired. Otherwise she hardly ever fell asleep on her own, even with soothing.

Her parents prioritized tummy time and play, and she was just shy of beginning to crawl by the time she aged-up.

Summer was also a picky eater, not liking baby food too much, but her moms cracked the code when they discovered Summer LOVED pumpkin puree and oatmeal cereal. It was because of those two foods that they were able to wean her!

Toddlerhood

Summer ended up getting the Angelic trait, which was a HUGE relief after a somewhat challenging infancy. Summer was super easy-going and was never defiant and was never angry. Not even a single temper tantrum came out of toddler Summer. I swear it was a miracle for Kiara and Emily.

Her toddler quirks were Early Riser, Little Singer, and Picky Eater (yes, again). Summer began adapting to a schedule from an early age and always awoke when her parents did! She also loved entertaining her parents with her cute little singing, though her picky eater quirk continued and struggled to eat at times, but her parents found that she would take yogurt just fine and wouldn't get the sad "yucky" moodlet, so once again Kiara and Emily cracked the code!

Kiara and Emily prioritized skill-building with Summer and got all 5 skills (including potty) to at least level 3 (she managed to reach level 4 with Movement and Thinking!)

Childhood

Summer developed her love for animals when she became a child, earning the animal enthusiast as her first trait. With Summer now being more independent, Kiara and Emily quickly grew bored with their extra time and decided to adopt a puppy: Cooper! Not only was this to satisfy Summer's yearn for animals, but also to keep Kiara and Emily busy without caring for a whole different child (infancy and toddlerhood were a lot of work for them!)

Summer also developed her love for jokes and pranks during childhood. She was a mischief master and always made time to prank her parents 🤭 Summer also befriended Nanami Ito during this time!

But of course, her picky eater quirk had to continue because she ended up getting picky eater as her childhood phase! She regressed from eating full meals and resorted to quick meals for a little while, but thankfully this phase ended shortly before she aged up.

Teen Years

Summer developed the goofball trait here. Despite being a teen Summer grew up to being a very responsible and rule-abiding girl. She always went to bed on time, always did her homework, and always made time for silliness and fun. The teenager years are never perfect though, and her teen childhood phase was Mean Streak. During this time Summer got extra angry and became harsh with her pranks to the point that it irritated her parents. Thankfully though this phase was pretty short-lived and didn't autonomously act mean to others very often.

Her friendship with Nanami Ito continued through her teen years and she gained another friend: Sofia Bjergsen.

Young Adulthood

Finally, Summer developed the adventurous trait for her final trait. Now, she wants to discover all sorts of fun experiences! In the end, she had sufficient character values to receive the Responsible, Mediator, and Good Manners traits, which fulfilled Kiara's aspiration to be a Super Parent. Summer also graduated with honors!

Overall Summer lived a very happy childhood (her parents were VERY dedicated to her which is also partially why they chose not to have more children; they wanted to focus all their attention on her and her development). She became a happy person as a result!

Thank you @powersocial for allowing us to raise Summer 💖 It was so much fun!!

[taylor-swift-bracket]

Battle Of The Bridges: Round 3!

How Did It End?

Say it once again with feeling

How the death rattle breathing

Silenced as the soul was leaving

The deflation of our dreaming

Leaving me bereft and reeling

My beloved ghost and me

Sitting in a tree

D-Y-I-N-G

The Prophecy

And I sound like an infant

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen

A greater woman stays cool

But I howl like a wolf at the moon

And I look unstable

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table

A greater woman has faith

But even statues crumble if they're made to wait

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate

No sign of soulmates

I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

You crashed my party and your rental car

You said normal girls were boring

But you were gone by the morning

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 10

First night with an infant...

CW: Distressed infant, adoption distress

Since Tiana cannot communicate her thoughts will be in brackets

Eliza: Goodnight little one, I’m so glad you’re here. If you need help in the night Daddy will be on it, okay? Sleep well *kisses*

Eliza leaves and Tiana is feeling how tired she is. She’s feeling sleepy but doesn’t understand where mother has gone. She had a mummy but she hardly saw her before some person in a suit took her away. She was in a stuffy place that was noisy for a while, she didn’t like it there. She likes it here but where have mother and daddy gone? Were they temporary to?

Tiana panics. Maybe they don’t love her either. Maybe they’re leaving her here to starve. Yes she was just fed but that’s not the point. She is alone again! Feeling betrayed she bursts into tears.

Bob: Now now, what’s this? I could hear cries from down the hall

Tiana: *sniffles* (better stop crying, daddy might not like it, might get lady in suit to take me away again)

Bob: Do you want some company? Well daddy can stay here until you fall asleep, huh? How about that. You just lie there and daddy will tell you a story

Tiana: *cries* (I snuggly sleeper, I want company)

Bob: It’s okay honey, shush now, shush. Daddy is right here. Once upon a time there was a very badly behaved girl, and her name was Goldilocks

Bob continues to spin his story of the misbehaved girl who thought it was okay to break into houses. He spends extra time on the food section of the story. Eventually Tiana yawns, stretches, closes her eyes and begins to snore

Bob: And that is why you should never trust blondes. I did it? I did it! Oh, fudge, quiet *switches to whisper* goodnight honey, dream of sweet food

He attempts to tiptoe out of the room, doing his best to stay quiet.

By the time Bob returns with the baking book he’s meant to be studying Ginger has come in to join the snoozefest. Bob smiles and looks over the finer points of crust assembly, he needs to learn this stuff for promotion. After an hour or so Ginger wakes up and Bob ushers her to the lounge before she can start barking beside the sleeping infant.

Bob: So here’s the plan, if Tiana is sleeping we don’t bark, okay?

Ginger: *barks* It’s not me you should worry about, Strawberry is the vocal one

Strawberry: *yaps* What an accusation, some sister you are

It turns out that Tiana hates wake up time! In the early hours she wakes up very sad! She had a bad dream with lots of loud noises and wants some comfort. Looking out she sees an empty nursery and worries. Should she cry for attention or will that make mother and daddy go away? She cried and mummy went away. It’s too much for Tiana and she begins to sob. Luckily for her someone was deliberately listening out for her.

Eliza: It’s okay Tiana, mother is here, it’s okay honey

Tiana: *blubs* (mother came for me, maybe mother does love me)

Eliza: Come with me Tiana, up we go

Tiana: *sniffles* (Go where? Not away from mother)

Eliza: Are you a bit sad? Let’s have a snuggle huh? I love a good snuggle with my daughter. Who’s that? Is that you? Yes it is. You’re my daughter, yes you are

She lays a slightly happier Tiana on the changing table and begins the process of giving her a new diaper. Suddenly a pungent odour hits her about the head.

Eliza: *gags* Thank the watcher life with Bob prepared me for fumes like this

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza: Does a new diaper make you happy huh? Let’s get rid of that yucky yucky smell

Tiana smiles up at Eliza as she finishes changing her.

After a feeding session that didn’t end in spitting up Eliza gets Tiana in her outfit for the day (it has been clearly marked as day attire by Bob) and settles her onto the playmat.

Eliza: Shall we have some playtime Tiana? What’s this hmm

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza: It’s a ring and we can play with it. See how mother is playing? It’s fun! You have rings of your own there if you want to join in

Tiana: *smiles*

Eliza spends a good half hour entertaining Tiana and near the end it seems like the infant wants to join in. She eyes up one of the nearby hanging toys and reaches out her arm to try grab it.

Eliza: Are you reaching? Well done my baby *claps*

Tiana: *pouts*

Eliza: Don’t worry, you’ll be able to reach it eventually. Shall we have some tummy time? When you get big and learn to sit up you’ll be able to reach the toys all by yourself

Eliza: Come on now Tiana, can you lift your head for mother

Tiana: *cries* (it’s tricky)

Eliza: Come on honey, keep trying, you can do it

Tiana: *whimpers* (I’ll try)

Eliza keeps providing encouragement and after some time Tiana successfully holds her head up!

Eliza: Oh well done you! Aren’t you clever

Scooping Tiana off the mat Eliza gives her a big cuddle to celebrate.

Eliza: Just you wait until we tell daddy, he’ll be so impressed with you

Tiana smiles and Eliza holds her up to give her a kiss before returning to a snuggle.

Bob: Alright, who’s ready for time with daddy? Where’s my little princess

Eliza: Right here, and I think she’s got a surprise for you

Tiana smiles at Bob as Eliza passes her over.

Bob: Hello beautiful. Is surprise code for dirty diaper

Eliza: *laughs* no, she’s been changed and fed, but put her on the playmat and see what happens

Bob: See what happens. Sounds rather mysterious. How about it Tiana, shall we have some tummy time

Tiana continues smiling and Bob places her down gently while Eliza goes to get another couple of hours of sleep.

Tiana begins to cry on her tummy and Bob worries that she wants Eliza to come back. He knows he can’t go running to Eliza for help with everything though, he won’t build his bond with his daughter by hanging back.

Bob: Can you show daddy what you did with mother huh? Can you do that Tiana

Sniffling Tiana raises her head and looks at Bob.

Bob: You’re lifting your head? Oh that’s great! Come here honey

Bob pulls Tiana up and snuggles her close gently kissing her forehead.

Bob: It sounds like you’ve been up for a while now, would you like a nap? How about that? A nap with daddy

Settling into the rocking chair Bob holds Tiana as she yawns and falls soundly asleep.

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[princess-tulip-writes]

the sun and it’s fire • lucien vanserra

genre: fluff

brief: lucien and his mate seem to have become the luckiest parents in prythian when they birth a unique set of twins.

the fire crackled as the winter air of night threatened to sneak inside of your cozy cottage and nip at the skin of your little ones. this winter seemed harsher than the last and any sign of wildlife seemed to have disappeared, much to your dismay.

a serene scene unfolded in the vanserra residence as night approached and the warmth of unconditional love filled the space.

a soft lullaby could be heard throughout the snug home, an old song that many have heard before and could be recognized easily. the melody was simple, smooth to hum yet beautiful, and it sounded so lovely falling from his lips.

the raspy masculine scratch of his voice contrasted with the lulling tune intoxicatingly, you thought and from the looks of it, it wasn't just you that it effected.

both babes were drifting to sleep calmly, their small eyelids drooping closed and gentle lips parting as light snores pasted both mouths. with a chubby cheek squished against the tiny plush mattress cutely, a drop of drool began to pool in the corner of your daughter's mouth, opposite of her neater brother who seemingly was a back sleeper.

her father smiled pridefully as he gazed down at her slumbering form and cautiously ran a finger down her soft cheek lovingly. the babe gave no reaction other than a ghosted whimper, and even then the sound was utterly adorable.

lucien felt his heart grow two sizes once the soft sound hit his ears and you couldn't help but feel the same as you witnessed your mate physically melt at the sight of his daughter. his shoulders sunk lower as his back muscles relaxed visibly, the taut tissues falling slump as his skin heated with the warmth of love.

he retracted the finger out of fear of waking her or his son, and settled for resting it on the edge of their crib. although he was very aware of you presence and longed to snuggle with you in bed, he couldn't find it within himself to leave.

lucien's eyes wondered to the smaller infant that lie next to his daughter; her twin brother. he was the babe you had the most issues with during your pregnancy, and a sudden wave of fear reminded him of that as he eyed his slumbering son's blissed expression.

he looked so similar to him, lucien thought, yet so much like you.

"they're delightful, aren't they?"

your voice broke his habitual lullaby, but he wasn't displeased, as you smiled at him from your spot in the doorway.

he didn't look up at you to know what expression you had; a lazy smile that held wholehearted joy despite it's subtle appearance.

" 'delightful' doesn't even begin to describe them, my love." he whispered back.

in all his dreadful years of life, lucien would never have expected to become so fulfilled. he never thought he would feel so joyous after his heart had been so badly battered, for he was no longer worthy of anything but torture.

you showed him different the moment he informed you of the bond, and even then he never felt worthy of your love, but now— now it felt unreal. he could never pay back the amount of endearment you and your children made him feel, and the deeper he fell in love, the more debt he owed.

what he didn't know, was that he was more than capable of providing you the same treatment, if not better at it. he was a wonderful father, and an amazing mate— you couldn't count how often you felt the adoration dripping with every pore of your body for the male whenever you saw him playing with your babes or whenever he came home with fresh flowers without you having to inform him of the dead ones from last month. he was perfect, in every way and you tried your best to show him that.

you normally would take this chance to hug him from behind given the tender moment, and the ache for his affection that buried itself deep into your chest, but instead stayed put in worry that you may wake the sleeping twins. you seemed to have a habit of making noise at the wrong times these days, but you suppose every new mother feels that way.

the tingling warm sensation that shot through the bond startled you, and caused a soft gasp to leave your lips. lucien was known for spontaneously tugging on the bond or sending mirrored emotions down it, but you never had gotten used to the sudden feeling.

the words 'i love you' seemed to have floated around inside of your head for a bit longer than usual, and you assumed it was another message. before you could speak on it though, he beat you to it.

"but yes," he added. "they are very delightful. just like their mother."

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Charles Grey when his first kid is born, please! Hcs or scenario are good~

I did headcanons! aaaaa this man~

He tries quite hard to plan perfectly when it’s going to happen. He tracks his S/O month by month, and ― toward the end of the pregnancy ― week by week. So he always knows, as best he’s able to understand from a doctor, when important things are supposed to happen and when his child is supposed to, well pop out. He gets incredibly anxious when (Name) is heavily pregnant and frets that they could give birth any day now. Ironically, all his ‘perfect planning’ is for nothing… the child probably comes when he least expects it and he has to rush to be able to be there!

Crying? Oh, not him. He’s too tough for that. However… he does get this very soft look on his face when he holds his daughter for the first time. He holds her as carefully as he’s ever held anything, and promises her that nothing is ever going to happen to her. He’s here, he’s her father, he’s strong, and he’s going to protect her. No matter what happens, he’ll make sure she’s safe.

He’s had a name picked out practically since his S/O got pregnant, but… the only problem is that, silly Charles, he assumed his first child was going to be a little boy. Instead, he’s got a little girl! So he panics at first because he didn’t really think about possible names for a girl. (A fatal mistake, Sir―) However, then he realizes that his original choice actually has a feminine equivalent, so that’s what he goes with. Crisis averted! Welcome to the world, Georgia Grey!

There is no amount of propriety that will restrain this man from asking his S/O when his daughter will be old enough that he can teach her how to swordfight. She’s three weeks old, Charles, let her sleep and cry! Save the big dreams for later!

After a long day, he likes to sleep either in bed or on the sofa in the sitting room with Georgia on his chest while she sleeps too. As far as he’s concerned, he’s been told that the parents are supposed to sleep when the baby sleeps, otherwise they get no sleep at all. So then, what’s better than sleeping together with the baby? Luckily, he’s overwhelmingly a rather calm sleeper, so there’s little chance of him moving around too much and accidentally hurting her.

He will only, only, only ever sing to his daughter, and only while she’s an infant. Which is a shame, because he does have a fairly good voice especially for lullabies. He also tends to hum while he’s got her in his arms, almost as if he thinks that alone will keep her from fussing too much. Maybe it works.

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goodnight

han solo x wife!reader

note: i have like five requests rn but y’all don’t understand how much i’m missing han solo rn. i don’t know what it is but it hit me like a brick and i just started balling over him. so i wrote this, bc i miss him and i hate the sequels and truly believe that han would’ve been an amazing father.

as for those requests, i promise i’ll get them out soon, i’ve written most of all of em, but most are rlly freaking long so i’m trying to wrap them up.

for now: enjoy han

you awoke to find the bed empty. you were immediately confused. “the hell..?” you mumbled, throwing back the comforter. tiptoeing to the door, you exited the bedroom, beginning your search for the missing man. 

remaining as quiet as you could, you entered the kitchen. it was possible that he had gone in search of a snack, it was a regular occurrence—but no. the kitchen was empty. 

“did he take a random joyride?” you shook your head, no, the falcon would’ve made far too much noise for him to leave without you noticing. 

sighing deeply, you turned, moving down the corridor, your gaze falling upon the open door of the nursery.

huh. 

slowly, you crept closer, peeking inside the room. 

there he was. seated on a stool in front of the crib, hazel eyes locked on the small infant swaddled in a blue blanket, fast asleep. 

“han?” 

he glanced up, “hi,” he whispered, rising from his seat. you leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest, “whatcha doing?” you asked softly. 

he now stood before you, “i just-uh-just checking on him.” you nodded slowly, “was he crying?” you hadn’t heard anything, but then again, you and han were both very heavy sleepers. 

the man shook his head, “uh, no.” he seemed nervous. you tilted your head slightly, confused. “hey, what’s going on?” you asked. 

he swallowed thickly, “i..” he trailed off, exhaling deeply. you placed your hands on his chest, trying to rein him in, bring him back from whatever thoughts he found himself trapped in.

“han?” 

“i’m scared.” 

that was abrupt. 

“scared of what?”  he bit his lip, sighing softly, “i’m scared of being a dad.” you arched your brows, surprised at the confession. 

throughout the entire pregnancy, he’d been so supportive. always there at your beck and call. and yet here you were, just three weeks since your baby boy had entered this world, and han solo was claiming that he was scared to be a father.

he continued on, “i didn’t have a dad growing up, not one who i remember… what.. what if i mess this up?” his voice was low… and it was trembling. 

never had you seen him this way. it hurt beyond compare. 

you immediately wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. he bent down slightly, burying his head in your shoulder, “i have it so good. i really don’t wanna mess this up.” he said, his voice muffled. 

“han, you’re an amazing father. our little one has been around for three weeks now and you’ve done such an amazing job.” you assured.

the man pulled away, taking a moment to gaze at you as you continued, “we’re new parents, han. it’s okay to be scared, but we can handle this-together, okay?” 

he nodded, a soft smile spreading across his lips, “i love you.” 

“i know,” you replied, your gaze flickering to the sleeping baby, who thankfully was still asleep. “you wanna come back to bed?” 

“i might just stay here for a few more minutes.. is that alright?”

you nodded, “of course, take all the time you need.” you then turned, existing the room. 

“goodnight sweetheart.” you began to walk back to the master bedroom, but on your way, you heard han say something that made you swell with joy.

“y’know kid, well, you don’t know it yet, but you’ve got the best mama in the galaxy. and your dad’s really lucky to have her by his side.” 

you smiled. and you were truly lucky to have the best husband in the entire galaxy. 

[detkhamani]

A Lumani Father's Day

Featuring: The Smith family with mentions of others Location: Khamani & Luna's home Time Frame: Late afternoon, Father's Day 2024 Notes: A look into how Lumani and their kids spent Father's Day!

LUNA

"I can do it!" Cannon began climbing the kid's kitchen stool Luna and Khamani had purchased for him so that he could help with prepping certain dinners and with baking. It was just another favorite activity of his and he was extremely helpful. Ximena was down for a nap with Khamani after waking up at the ungodly morning hour. She had kept Luna and Khamani up so with it being Father's Day, Luna insisted that Khamani put her down for her nap and join her. Cannon was full of energy and she felt it would be the perfect timing to get the planned menu going for their favorite big guy.

"You can do it, huh?" Luna smiled when Cannon pulled the loaf of bread from the bread basket and his kid's safety knife. She had already prepped some cheese empanadas as well as beef and chicken ones. There were some appetizers in the oven and she was about to start the smoothies when Cannon came up with the idea of his menu, wanting to show his dad that his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were the best in the business. With Luna's help, he uncovered the peanut butter and the jelly and went to work with spreading them onto the pieces of bread.

"Yep! I'll make one for you, for me and for daddy. Ximena can have some yummy stuff too but not peanut butter because that's dangerous." he looked up at his mom with a proud smile and Luna bent her head to kiss Cannon's cheek.

"That's right. Daddy and hermanita will be up soon so we have to start bringing all these goodies to the backyard. Did you get daddy's gifts together?"

"Mm hmm! and Abuelo too! He said he was coming tonight to see me and Ximena. Is that true?" Cannon topped the second sandwich before beginning the last one.

"Yes, around dinner time. Right now it's just us and we're surprising Daddy with a big meal for him and all the gifts we got him." Luna smiled at the overloaded sandwiches and then started the blender on a low setting. She glanced at the monitor, happy to see both of them stirring.

KHAMANI

Khamani had been peacefully sleeping with Ximena softly snoring in the cosleeper. He didn't nap often but when he did, it was usually with one or both of his kids. With today being Father's Day, he was happy to spend it with his family. He knew there were dads who liked spending Father's Day away from their families going fishing or golfing or just not having to engage much with the people who made them fathers. And while he didn't judge them for it, that wasn't how he found himself wanting to spend what would be his second time celebrating the holiday as a father. Kendra and Tyla would celebrate him as an uncle and father figure, and he knew he would see them later that day, but this time with his family wad valuable to him. Even if he'd spent an hour or so of it sleeping.

It was Ximena's growing restlessness that stirred him awake and told him she would be awake soon too. He opened his eyes and watched her go through her waking routine of turning her head side to side and rolling from her side to her stomach before getting in the push-up position with her sleepy face gearing up for cries. He heard her panting and some distressed whines escaped her lips before he reached out and effortlessly lifted her from the co-sleeper. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." Khamani rolled onto his back and held her to his chest as she sleepily blinked and settled down from her initial crying. "You weren't ready to wake up yet, huh?" He chuckled and kissed her dark head of hair before sitting up with her held in his arms. She cuddled against his chest, nearly scrunching up like she did as an infant. When his hand cupped her bottom for support, he glanced down at her. "Well, stay dry probably woulda let you sleep longer, huh?" He chuckled a little and got off of the bed, walking over to his and Luna's dresser where some diapers, wipes and a few of Ximena's clothes sat. He took what he needed and then returned to the bed, gently setting Ximena on her back to change her.

Once Ximena was changed and situated in her day clothes again, Khamani picked her back up and opened the bedroom door. The aroma that hit his nose piqued his curiosity but it had been relatively quiet. Brows furrowing, Khamani calmly called out, "Babe? Cannon?" He was walking toward the kitchen but the glass wall that overlooked the backyard gave him insight into the whereabouts of his wife and son. He smiled seeing them and then kissed the top of Ximena's head. "Let's go down and see what mama and brother are up to, hm, mija?" He walked downstairs and, after slipping on some shoes, made his way to the backyard. "What've we got here?" He asked.as Ximena lifted and turned her head, quickly breaking out in a bright smile at the sight of her mother and brother.

LUNA

After pouring the smoothie into a pitcher, Luna and Cannon brought all the food outside to the backyard. She asked her son to stay in the yard so she could bring out anything that was missing including all the gifts they had for Khamani. She wanted to ensure her husband had gifts from both their children and her. Once they had set the table she sat down beside Cannon who was now adding goldfish crackers to a paper plate. "You did an amazing job." She kissed the top of her son's head and when she heard Khamani approach, Luna smiled widely, holding her arms out for Ximena. "Oh hello there! Did you guys have a good sleep?" Cannon immediately ran to Khamani and hugged his father from the side wishing him a Happy Father's Day for the hundredth time so far. When Luna took the baby from her husband, she looked up at him, asking for a kiss. Cannon took his hand to guide his dad around the table. "Mama and I made you lunch! She made empanadas and baby quiches and pigs in a blanket and taquitos and I made peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches for the main course." He was so proud of himself.

"We also made smoothies! So I hope you come with an appetite!"

KHAMANI

Khamani was still taking in all the foods as he answered his wife, "I did, yeah, and I think Ximena did too." She'd rubbed her eyes.and then reached out for her mommy. Khamani passed her to Luna and then bent to meet her lips. "Thanks for this, Sunshine," he murmured just before Cannon gave him a tour of the spread around the table. "Wow, you two, this all looks too good." He looked down to his son and said, "I hope you're gonna help me eat this." He knew the food wasn't all for him but figured the suggestion would excite the little boy. He smiled a little more and bent to kiss the top of Luna's head. "Babe, this is all great. You and Cannon really outdid yourselves with all this. Thank you two." He picked up Cannon, held him for a hug and then took a seat on the picnic bench with Cannon now in his lap. "What should we start with?" he asked, looking from his wife to their son.

LUNA

"Aw, good." She kissed her husband, a giant smile forming on her face. "Well, the best dad in the world deserves the best day in the world." Luna giggled softly when their daughter reached for her, swinging her a bit in her arms, enjoying the giggles that came from Ximena. Cannon was excited to help Khamani eat all the food that had been spread out for them. Immediately, he reached for a baby quiche and placed it on a paper plate but waited for his father to make his choices. "You're welcome, babe. Cannon is very proud of his PB and J!" Luna pretended to attack her daughter's cheeks and blew little raspberries onto them, laughing along with her. "You had a nice nap with daddy? Yes!" When Khamani sat down with Cannon on his lap, Luna moved to sit beside them and tore apart a cheese quiche for Ximena to much on. "Empanadas!" Cannon answered his dad. "And quiches!" Luna smiled at Cannon's reply and reached for the fruit smoothie pitcher to pour into cups for everyone. "Good choice, bud! You're going to love them, babe."

KHAMANI

Khamani raised both brows while smiling to his wife, "That's high praise right there. Thanks, Sunshine." He watched Luna and Ximena for a moment and then set his focus on Cannon while he went through the different foods on the table. In truth, Khamani had been hungry; breakfast held him over until right about now so the timing was perfect. He looked at the very filled sandwich and feigned surprise as he looked to his son, "You made that? For me?" He gave Cannon a little hug with his arm around him while he sat in his lap, and his free hand reached for a plate. "Well then I gotta start with that. He picked up the sandwich and added some empanadas and quiche to his plate but asked Cannon in a conspiratorial manner, "Do you wanna share some of the PB and J with me?" He pulled the sandwich apart and with the uneven split, gave the smaller portion to Cannon while he took a healthy bite of what was left in his hand. Once his mouth was cleared of enough peanut butter he said, "I think this is the best pb& j I've had, little man. When school starts up, you might have to help mama and me with lunches." He took another bite and over the top of Cannon's head, winked to wife. "What kind of empanadas did you make, babe?" It didn't really matter to him since he was going to eat them regardless but he'd been curious enough to ask.

LUNA

"Some may say we're biased but I like to think the Smiths are just an honest bunch." Luna grinned and chuckled as Cannon nodded in agreement with his mom. Cannon kept bobbing his head to respond to Khamani, a giant smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He was so full of pride. "Yea! Mama only helped me with reaching the utensils" Luna smiled softly as she bounced Ximena on her hip and watched her two boys. Cannon bit into his quiche and offered a tiny piece to his sister who then began smashing it with her fingers. "Yes, please!" Cannon answered his dad and took the piece of the sandwich. He bit into it and then smiled even wider. "I'm a good cook, right dad?" The prospect of helping his parents with school lunches excited him. Luna kept her eyes on Ximena as she brought her pie crust-filled fingers to her mouth and then wiped her lips. "I made cheese ones earlier and just took the beef and chicken ones out of the fryer so they're nice and warm." She reached for a chicken one and pulled it apart, letting the shredded meat fall to the plate in front of her so that Ximena could try some too. "Okay, amorsito, let me grab your bib." Luna reached for the food catcher bib and then placed it on her daughter. "And the taquitos are chicken and ground beef. I saved some for our guests tonight if they're hungry later." She grabbed some pigs in a blanket and arranged them on her dish and away from Ximena. "Tell me what you think!"

KHAMANI

"That's facts," Khamani smiled and then chuckled with his wife. He was happy to see his son so proud of himself. "You did a good job, C. You'll have to tell your aunt and uncles about it when they come over later." He took another bite of the sandwich and then reached for one of the warm, beef empanadas. "Yeah, little man, you're a good cook. You were generous with your peanut butter which is how I like those sandwiches. So thank you." He hugged Cannon with one arm and then bit into the delicious empanada. After his mouth was cleared again, he turned to Luna, "And thank you, Sunshine. This has been a great Father's Day." He pecked the side of Cannon's head and then winked to his wife before chuckling at Ximena attacking the remnants of quiche in her hand. "How much did you get in your mouth, baby girl?" He reached for his smoothie to take a steady gulp and then said, "I think this was a great idea. And I know when the others come over later, they'll be hype for the extras."

LUNA

"Yes!" Cannon cheered at the idea of his uncles and aunt knowing about his skills. "You're welcome, daddy. We love you." Cannon reached for some taquitos and then took a sip of his smoothie. Luna was making sure Ximena was comfortable with the quiche crumbled in her fingers before her gaze met Khamani's. She smiled at her husband's gratitude. "You're welcome! We really wanted to make you feel special today. Cannon made a few things for you and we have a bigger gift in the living room once we're done here." Luna smirked as Cannon's smile widened. She knew that her son was busting to tell Khamani what his gift was but he was doing such a good job at keeping the secret. "And Ximenita here thinks you're the best daddy too." Ximena was kicking her little feet as she enjoyed her food. Luna bit into her empanada, enjoying the weather and her time with her family. "I can't wait to see everyone later! I'm glad we decided to have them over."

KHAMANI

"I love y'all too. Always will." He drank some more of his own smoothie and then listened to his wife, his smile lingering on his lips. "Mission accomplished. All of you made this a great day for me. I'm glad I'm getting to spend it with my family." Khamami had gotten used to treating Father's Day like any other day for the longest time, up until last year. Now, it was a day he looked forward to because it meant he was reconnected to a family of his own--something he hadn't really had for most of his life. He and Kendra had been each other's family for most of their lives, and Tyla was an incredible addition when she came along. But having his wife and his son, and now his daughter was still special but just different. Cannon and Ximena made him a father. Luna wasn't just his wife in name only. They were friends, lovers, and partners in parenthood and beyond. They made a home together that was filled with love, music, warmth and kindness. Their family dynamic was a stark contrast from the one he and Kendra grew up with and he couldn't be more thankful for that.

"Do you, baby girl?" Khamani asked, pretending to sound surprised as he bent to blow a raspberry to Ximena's cherub cheek. He followed it with a quick kiss and smiled when she giggled from it all. "Me too. It won't be anything too crazy which sounds like a good way to finish out the day." He polished off the empanada and then reached for one of the mini quiche for himself. "Since that'll be later. Do yall have something else planned before then ir do you wanna do something chill, like watch a movie in the living room or go for a walk later on, before it gets dark?"

LUNA

"Yay!" Cannon cheered and smiled brightly at his parents. "Told ya, mama. Daddy loved it." Luna reached over to massage his chin and flashed her husband a smile. She was so proud of her son and was glad that Khamani could take a nap with their daughter making it easy to get a few things done around the house. Getting into a rhythm with her family made her happy. She was able to balance her work life and be present in their lives and Khamani was doing an amazing job at doing the same. Sitting together, enjoying a meal in their yard, and celebrating her husband felt like a dream.

Ximena giggled when Khamani blew raspberries to her cheeks. It was one of her favorite silly things that her dad did. "Agreed." Luna loved having company and hosting their families. She was excited to see Kendra and Roman together and to see Tyla play with Cannon and Ximena. Seb and Leo were always a welcomed addition. "We have gifts but we can wait until after. A walk sounds really nice. If we wrap up here, I can get Ximena ready and Cannon would just have to get his sneakers. Cannon noded as he continued eating and then tapped Luna's thigh. "Can we do presents and THEN go for our walk?" Luna chuckled and looked up at Khamani. "I think that's a great idea. What about you, babe?"

KHAMANI

Khamani watched the exchange between his wife and son while reaching for a taquito to eat. Cannon slid off of his lap and sat in between him and Luna on the table bench, helping himself to another pig in a blanket. The intimate time with his family was priceless for him, and he was looking forward to their other family members coming over for a little while later too. But for the time being, he was enjoying the food and his wife and kids. After suggesting something else to do after, Khamani nodded to his wife and then smiled at Cannon's suggestion. "That's a good idea, C. When you're all done eating, I'll open my presents, alright?" He stuck the last bit of taquito in his mouth and then reached for his smoothie, as well as another empanada to enjoy. But in between eating and drinking, he bent his head towards Cannon and loudly whispered, "You wanna help me open my presents?"

LUNA

Luna was so excited about the giant present in the living room that she hoped Khamani was too busy coming out to the yard to notice. She had a few smaller presents too but the big present had her smiling and anticipating. She was glad to see Khamani enjoying the food and Cannon as excited as she was. When Khamani posed the question about helping him with presents to their son, the little one nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Mama has a big present in the living room but I'll get the small ones from me, Ximena, and Mama." He kissed his father's cheek before running toward the screen door where the presents had been lined up. He gathered them all and returned skipping with a big smile on his face.

"He has been waiting for two weeks and I know he's about to explode with joy. Look at that face." Luna gestured toward Cannon as he skipped back tot he table.

"Okay!" Cannon took a deep breath. "Open this one first! It's from me and Ximena!" He pushed a blue bag with Max and Goofy on it and grinned. "Mama found that bag for you."

KHAMANI

Khamani cast his son and then his wife a quizzical expression when Cannon said that Luna had a big surprise for him in the living room. He’d only briefly glanced in there when looking for his wife and son earlier, but he hadn’t looked all that hard considering it was clear that they hadn’t been in there. Now though, he was curious to know what he’d missed. When Cannon took off from the table, he smiled a bit but looked at his wife again and shook his head a little, “Yeah, he loves surprises. Wonder where he gets that from.” His expression became pointed as soon as he said this.

Once their son returned with the gifts, Khamani set down the remainder of the taquito he’d bitten into and started with the gift bag Cannon instructed him to. He smiled at the bag and then said, “Did you pick out the gift bag, little man?” He reached inside and took out the card, opening it and chuckling softly at the sight of the Bluey card. After reading it, he said, “Thanks, C,” and then leaned over to kiss Ximna’s cheek. “Thanks, baby girl.”

After propping the card up on the table, he reached inside the bag and took out the book. He set the gift bag down long enough to thumb through the book and then said, “This’ll be a good addition to the bedtime books.” He continued through with the gifts, enjoying each of the keychains, as well as chocolate bars. By the time he finished reading the backs of each bar, he was grinning softly. He placed the items back inside the gift bag and opened his arms for Cannon. “I love all of these. Thanks, Cannon.” And after dropping a kiss on the top of his son’s head, he held an arm out for Ximena to hold her and give her a couple of ‘thank you’ kisses too. He pretended to whisper to Cannon, “You wanna help me with those chocolate bars when I open ‘em?”

LUNA

Luna tucked her lips in when Khamani glanced at her and their son. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit, feeling a bit silly about the whole thing. She was so excited for him to see what was waiting for him in the living room. As she watched Cannon return with all the bags, she bounced Ximena on her knee, an innocent expression replaced her amused one when Khamani spoke about Cannon. It was nice to see that their son had acquired a lot of her personality traits over time.

She watched as Cannon interacted with Khamani and Luna reached for her phone to snap several photos of them and one when he kissed Ximena's cheek. "Mama found it for me! I told her I wanted Max and Goofy and we searched everywhere." Luna smirked and then mouthed "everywhere" as well. After Khamani had looked through all his gifts, Cannon leaned in for a hug and Luna let Khamani take Ximena into his arms. At the question of helping him with the chocolate bars, Cannon's eyes widened with excitement and he nodded. "Yep!"

After taking a few more photos, Luna took a moment to cover all the food and pitcher so that they could gather inside for the last gift. "I have a couple of gifts from me and a big one in the living room!" She excitedly stood up and gestured toward the inside of their home. "Come on!" Cannon was also jumping up and down as he pulled his dad gently.

KHAMANI

Hearing that there was a real search for the Max and Goofy bag, and catching Luna quietly affirm this made Khamani grin. "I'll take good care of the bag since Mama looked for it for you." He knew Cannon would happily help him with the Hershey bars and could only smile at the way his son’s face lit up at the offer. "Alright, as long as you make sure you keep brushing your teeth on a regular, you can help me with them when I open them."

After opening the gifts and thanking his family, Khamani lifted his brows a bit at Luna's comment. "A couple of gifts, in addition to what's in the living room?" He stood at Cannon's insistence, Ximena still in one arm, but his eyes were on Luna. "Babe..." He was curious and a little wary at the same time, already feeling plenty loved and appreciated by his wife and children. But once they were back inside the house and returned upstairs, Khamani saw what he'd missed before. "For real? A new TV?" His smile was broad as he looked from the new television to his wife. His eyes were reading the information on the box but as he did so, he asked Luna, "Do we wanna mount this or install the stands it came with?" He was looking forward to watching some games as well as some movies and shows on the new screen. "Wait, what do you wanna do with the old one?"

LUNA

"I promise!" Cannon didn't know if he was more excited about the prospect of having chocolate or about his dad seeing the big surprise in the living room. Luna followed the boys and Ximena. a giant grin pulling at her lips. "I'm not saying anything until you see it." She made her way up the stairs right behind them and when Khamani noticed the box, she gently took Ximena from him so that he could appreciate it. "Yes! We can mount it or whatever you want! The display is gorgeous. I really cannot wait until you see it." She bounced the baby on her hip, smiling as Cannon looked on with his father.

"Well, we can put it in our bedroom or see if any of our friends or family need it. Do you think Tyla needs a television?" Their old one wasn't completely outdated and Luna was sure someone would appreciate it. "What do you think?" She then walked to the couch, crouching slightly to reach for the gift bag that contained the jersey and some smaller gifts for Khamani. "And here is the last of it!" Luna placed a hand on her husband's back. "We love you, dad. Thank you for everything you do for your family."

KHAMANI

Cannon's joy was something Khamani always cherished, whether it was from learning something new, spending time with Luna or in this case, the prospect of getting chocolate. His happiness was so genuine that it was easy for Khamani to enjoy witnessing it. And when Luna kept quiet about the surprise in the living room, it only raised his suspicion more, despite the smile forming on his lips. Seeing that it was a television had certainly surprised him though. While he and Luna knew there wasn't anything wrong with the one they had, this new one was unquestionably nicer, not to mention bigger. "Babe," he said again, still reading the side of the box. He grinned some more and then said, "Yeah, I like the idea of mounting it. We wouldn't have to worry about somebody's fingerprints ending up on the screen someday." He said this as he approached Luna and lifted one of Ximena's hands to kiss her fingers.

Hearing her ideas on what to do with their old living room TV had him thinking a bit. "Eh, probably not. She's usually watching stuff on her tablet or phone, but we can ask my sister about it first." His hands were on his hips, thinking about them possibly moving the TV into their bedroom or considering which fi their friends might need a television, when he saw the gift bag Luna picked up. "There's more? Jesus, woman," he smiled, accepting the bag and bending to kiss her full in the lips. "Thank you, Sunshine." He opened it and grinned brightly at all it's content. And after putting it back inside, he heard his wife and said, "Thank you," again . He picked up Cannon and enveloped him in a bear hug, and then brought an arm around Luna, kissing her cheek as he hugged her. "I love you guys. And I'm glad for our family." He kissed Ximena's forehead and then dropped a kiss on Cannon's temple. "How about you get your shoes on while I put my gifts away, C man. When we get back from our walk, we can work on the TV situation and put on some Bluey til everybody gets here."

LUNA

Luna's smile grew at Khamani's 'Babe'. If was as if he was amused by the excitement she was portraying. "So, I went a little crazy." She chuckled and nodded her agreement. "It's definitely safer if we mount it." Luna watched as Khamani read the side of the box and Cannon behaved like an old man observing the box as well. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and took a quick photo of them. Ximena giggled when her daddy approached and Luna grinned. "Esta bebisita is all about daddy today, huh?"

When Khamani went through the contents of the last gift bag, Luna took a few more pictures and one big selfie with all of them. She moved Ximena to the pack and play so that she could help Khamani put his gifts to the side and put a small bag together for their walk. She made sure to get a bottle and some teething rings and diapers and wipes. Cannon excitedly rushed to get his shoes and when he returned with them on, they were all ready. Luna stole a few more kisses from her husband, wrapping her arms around him and smiling up at Khamani. "Happy Father's Day, handsome." She was glad to see him so happy.

[happy-lemon]

Shira's infant quirks are FREE-AIR TINKLER, FEEDING TINKLER, and FREQUENT HICCUPS, so she tinkles a lot. She's also the best little sleeper who hardly ever makes a fuss at bedtime.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 107 - Growth and Loss

Gemma and Lulu are aging up today!

Ophelia gets a few more cuddles (and raspberries) in with Gemma while she's still her little baby.

As much as she'd like it, Gemma doesn't get ALL the attention this morning.

Ophelia: Looks like you have Daddy's eyes… Maybe you got his hair too. You definitely got his appetite.

Lulu: slurps

The cake Ophelia makes is topped with far too many candles but hey, who cares when it's this cute? It's almost time for the birthday girls to age up!

Wow, that thing that's usually in Mommy and Daddy's room is downstairs now! Gemma likes babbling at whatever's inside of it. Maybe they can be friends someday.

Ophelia: Alright, muffin, guess I can't put off the inevitable. My first baby's going to be a toddler…

Xander: Lemon Cake, a toddler is still basically a baby.

Ophelia: Yeah but still…

Ophelia: Alright, here we go! Give the candles a big blow, like Mommy!

Ophelia demonstrates how to blow them out and Gemma does her best to imitate her but mostly spits all over the cake. Ophelia's definitely the one who blew them out but Gemma at least feels like she did it.

Gemma: Yay!

Gemma had one more milestone in her before she aged up! Her first word!

Gemma is now a toddler!

She's gone from cautious to independent, and she was a top-notch infant! Xander and Ophelia's love and care must have given her the confidence she needs to be an independent queen 👑

Lulu is now an infant! Much like the average Lululemon girlie after a good yoga session, Lulu is calm. I swear, I rolled such perfect traits for both girls.

Ophelia has a toddler and an infant, she needs all the help she can get because she never gets to sleep again.

Ophelia goes to the bathroom, not expecting Gemma to follow her.

Gemma: Mommy, potty!

Ophelia: Oh, do you want to try using the potty? Okay, sure thing, Gem.

To Ophelia's surprise, Gemma successfully uses the potty on her first try, no accidents or messes.

Ophelia: Good job, big girl! Let's wash our hands, okay?

Gemma's so proud of herself!

Xander gave Gemma some pureed apple and spinach for dinner, which is where we discover Gemma's first quirk: picky eater. Looks like there was a reason she was so unsure about half of the baby food she ate.

Gemma thought her dinner was yucky, but she was hungry enough to eat it all. After all, Daddy said she needs to be good because tomorrow is Winterfest! She doesn't really know what that means but Daddy's never been wrong before!

Xander takes Gemma upstairs to get her ready for bed.

Xander: Alright, muffin, time for your first night in your new big girl bed. You excited?

Gemma: Yeah!

Xander: That's the spirit!

This independent kiddo loves not being in a crib anymore.

Xander: Father Winter's coming tomorrow. Do you know who that is?

Gemma sleepily shakes her head.

Xander: He gives presents to good little boys and girls. I'm sure he'll have a great present for you.

Who doesn't love presents?

Xander tucks his daughter in and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Xander: Night, Muffin. If you need anything, come get me or Mommy, okay?

Gemma: Otay, Daddy.

Gemma dozes off before Xander can even shut off the lights.

Ophelia's sleepy ass was trying to get some shuteye too when Sweet Potato came in and screamed until she woke up.

Ophelia: No, bad boy! You need to be quiet when we're sleeping!

Message received.

Uh oh. Looks like we just learned Gemma's second quirk: Light Sleeper.

Now that she's not in her crib anymore, she can get out and play whenever she wants!

Ophelia's still awake when she hears Gemma babbling, so she comes to take care of her rugrat.

Ophelia: Back to bed with you, missy!

She's glad she talked to Becca about her health concerns. No matter what she looks like, she knows she'll be here for her family for a long time.

Ophelia's about to go back to sleep when she gets a call from… her dad? Why's he calling? Why didn't she block his number? Guess she didn't think about it. He's never been much of a talker.

Ophelia thinks about ghosting him but her curiosity gets the best of her.

Ophelia: Hello?

Richard: Ophelia. Th-Thank you for picking up.

He sounded shaken up.

Ophelia: It's like 1 AM. Is everything okay?

He sighs deeply.

Richard: No, I… I'm afraid not.

Richard: Ophelia, it's your mother. She got hurt and the doctor, he did his best…

He swallows.

Richard: She didn't make it.

[wicked-violets]

Silly goofy stuff about William Afton. ;)

He hates soda and most bubbly drinks. He’ll only drink ginger ale when sick. He prefers hot drinks over cold drinks. It can be 100 degrees outside and he’ll still enjoy a hot cup of herbal tea.

He is afraid of mice and rats.

He doesn’t like snakes or lizards either.

He is a light sleeper and any little noise can cause him to wake up.

He is vegetarian and will only eat meat on special occasions such as holidays and birthdays.

William hates being called “Bill” or “Billy” Just call him Will. Not “Willy” either. If you call him any of those things, he will never speak to you ever again.

He grew up loving clowns and rabbits. Hence why a lot of his animatronics are rabbits and clowns lmao

Neither William or his sister ever met their biological fathers and probably never will. Their mother never had pictures of their fathers or anything. Their mother also loved parties and unprotected sex so I meannn, they’re never gonna meet their bio dad.

When William was only ten years old, he was the one who found his sister’s body after she hung herself. His sister was not only a relative of his but she was his best friend as well. From that day on, he grew his obsession with death and immortality. This only worsened when his own children began dying off.

It took William a few years to grow any form of attachment to his son, Michael. Before that, he wouldn’t even agree to hold his infant son. For the first three years of Michael’s life, he was completely ignored by his father. Same went for Evan as well. The only child he really paid any attention to was Elizabeth. And even then, he wasn’t a very good father at all. William was neglectful.

William never wanted to be father, he never thought he would be a good father.(and I mean he was correct. He was a terrible father) But, his ex-wife on the other hand, though she could change him. Unfortunately, changing him was impossible and her children was raised only by herself and a nanny. William hired a nanny so his ex-wife wouldn’t have to raise her children alone. He had enough decency to hire a nanny for her.

William didn’t seem to love his children. He definitely didn’t act like he even liked them due to him being so neglectful. However, he did genuinely felt love towards them. And he is filled with regret with how he raised them. He was just never meant to be a father.

There’s a extremely high chance that Evan was the product of cheating. Since, William quit sleeping in the same room as ex-wife. Suspiciously, during that time she was hanging out a lot with her ex-boyfriend.

William made his ex-wife’s death look like a suicide. He never explained why or what lead to this. Perhaps she cheated on him again? Or maybe she found out about the remnant experiments and the murders? Or maybe she ran off to get pregnant again and William was just done fathering children that wasn’t even his. However, even though he grew to hate that woman, he became extremely depressed after her death. He still doesn’t know why he spent weeks crying over her or missing the sound of her voice. Perhaps he didn’t hate her after all, or maybe he was just codependent. Either way, William was absolutely miserable both when she was alive and after her death.

William’s ex-wife wasn’t the only one who wasn’t faithful. William would spend the night at Henry’s house. As you see, William and Henry was doing a lot more than sleeping. Actually throughout that toxic marriage between them, William never stopped spending time at Henry’s house.

At some point William tried to convince Henry to run away with him and they could just start new and have a family of their own. Obviously, Henry thought William was insane for saying this and gave him the silent treatment for weeks. (Even though Henry was guzzling Mr. Afton’s glizzy every weekend. This still sounded crazy to him.)

[cherry-belly]

Little cherry berry will be so cute during movie night~ I'm sure that little blossom wouldn't be against getting placed in a nice sleeper, having her feet snug in a sleeping bag-like outfit as her mittened hands are able to hug and hold onto any part of dada or her stuffies as she pleases, dada putting on a cute infantile movie for the silly infant to watch as she rests her being on dada~

Of course, dada would be making snacks that little blossom can't eat~ Lots of popcorn and adult drinks for dada to enjoy whilst snuggling and cooing at the little flower softly and quietly, letting baby enjoy the affection she gets from dada whilst watching her barney movie or care bears~ Dada isn't cruel though... I'm sure that the little drool factory will enjoy having baby cookies that will melt as soon as it touches her little drooly mouth, being dipped by dada from time to time in her own chocolate or vanilla icing (or anything else he can find~)... and a baba full of fruity, milky drink with her own addition of 'dada's adult drink' so that the adult newborn can enjoy drinking with dada as she cuddles up together~

I'm sure that little blossom wouldn't last the night though... even if she got excited from her num nums, attention, and movie, little cherry will eventually have all of what little energy from what's left of her infantile levels of stamina, needing many naps during the day and long times of sleeping to recover such complex tasks such as wiggling her feet and listening to soft lullabies as she bats the mobile toys ahead of her~ Such a baby is probably going to at best last for half of the movie, but it doesn't mean that dada won't be holding her close... stroking the sleepy or sleeping infantile woman's hair and body, letting her sleep with the sounds of her baby shows touching her ears and enjoying a nice tum tum full of food, her head being nice and warm the entire time~

I’d almost certainly be like this after the movie… I get tuckered out so easily 🙈

[honeyjars-sims]

Since I had to update before I was ready to, I went ahead and got Growing Together. I started a new vanilla save with the Maxis sims Dela Ostrow and Mia Hayes and gave them minor makeovers. I figured I'd share some of my gameplay. This is a one-off post so I'm just posting everything together.

Here's the happy couple with their new looks. They don't yet know what they're in for.

I tried to set up a cute romantic shot but Dela had other things on her mind. Anyway, I decided to send Dela to have a science baby.

Oops! This wasn't what I had in mind for my first play-through with infants, but here we are. Dela had twin boys: Emory is on the left, Emerson on the right.

Here's Dela breastfeeding Emory. This is my first time playing with babies since using a ReShade preset with MXAO so idk if this is new or I've just never seen it: the newborns/infants actually suckle when you feed them which is really cute.

Mia gave Emerson a little forehead kiss. I really love this interaction!

I aged them up the next morning. This is Emory who spawned with the cutest outfit. I forgot when a parent has unnatural hair colors that their kids will have random hair colors. I couldn't figure out where the dark hair color came from. Emory's trait is wiggly.

And here's Emerson! I was glad they weren't identical because the similar names were confusing me lol. Emerson originally also rolled the wiggly trait but I wanted to try something different, so he ended up with cautious. The boys both reached the First Smile milestone immediately at age up.

Dela decided the best place for tummy time was on the concrete driveway. Poor Emerson didn't approve of his mom's bad judgment.

Both moms then went inside and left Emerson to fend for himself. Guess we know who the favorite is!

Emerson ended up getting the Frequently Sneezes and Snuggly Sleeper quirks. The tired mamas were expecting to put the boys down for the night and get some rest, but having to hold Emerson threw a wrench in those plans.

Luckily Emory had no trouble sleeping on his own. Wake-up time was another story. He not only hates wake-up time but also being held! (I didn't get a pic). I love how much personality the infants get from the traits and quirks. As a former childcare worker, it was too real lol.

That's all the gameplay I completed, but here are some extras I enjoyed seeing:

This is such a sweet interaction 😭I'm curious what other interactions are available between infants as they reach more milestones.

Both little guys got the Fascinated sentiment towards each other. I forget the description but it was really cute.

I'm looking forward to playing more with this pack. It's a winner so far in my book. Also looking forward to the rest of my mods to be updated so I can get back to my usual saves lol