#caleb deserves a nap

[neonbonded]

Fatherhood Is a Full-Contact Sport

♡ ft. Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus x fem!reader ♡ cw: dad!headcanons, domestic chaos, tag-team toddler warfare, sticker abuse, ego injuries, public humiliation (soft), wife-led mischief ♡ a/n: you didn’t mean to start a war… but once your kid picked a target, you had to support them. teamwork makes the dream (dad meltdown) work.

Caleb

It starts with the socks.

You and your kid exchange a look over breakfast—just a slight twitch of the eyebrow, a smirk over toast—and Caleb should have known. He should have.

But he’s got stars in his eyes and jam on his fingers, and he’s too busy cutting your kid’s pancakes into perfect little hexagons to notice you’ve already swapped his socks.

They’re pink. With glitter hearts. And the words “#1 Trophy Husband” stitched in sparkly thread.

He puts them on without looking.

And then?

Operation: Bully Dad begins.

—

Phase One: Language Manipulation. You teach your kid to call him “Captain Cranky.”

Every time he sighs? “Okay, Captain Cranky.”

When he says no to dessert? “Ugh, classic Captain Cranky.”

He stares at you like you betrayed him. You just sip your coffee.

“I am not cranky,” he mutters.

From under the table: “You’re literally pouting right now, Cap.”

—

Phase Two: The Snack Swap. He reaches for his favorite protein bar in the pantry.

Finds a note instead.

"Too slow, Captain Cranky. We needed it more. For… missions"

He spins around.

You and your kid are already on the couch. Sharing it. Making dramatic yum noises.

“I swear to god, you two are a menace.”

You both say it at the same time: “A menace to CRANKY.”

—

Phase Three: The Betrayal. He finally gets a break. He’s lying on the floor with your kid on his chest, playing spaceship noises.

It’s quiet. Peaceful.

Then your kid leans down and whispers: “Mommy says you talk in your sleep. About kissing her toes.”

His eyes FLY OPEN.

You’re across the room, hiding a smile behind a throw pillow. “I said what I said.”

He groans and drags both of you onto the floor with him. “Unbelievable. My own family.”

You grin. “You love it.”

He kisses your temple, then your kid’s forehead. “You have no idea.”

Xavier

It starts with a whisper war in the hallway.

You and your kid peek around the corner like spies on a stakeout—clipboard in hand, checklist ready.

Mission Objective: Tease Daddy Until He Short Circuits.

Xavier is at the kitchen counter, pouring cereal into the mug he always insists is “just more ergonomic than a bowl.” He’s wearing socks with swords on them. A gift from you. He takes them very seriously.

You circle “Target Acquired.”

—

Phase One: The Wrong Name Game. Your kid walks in casually.

“Hey, Xylophone.”

Xavier glances up. “Hello.”

No reaction.

Not even confusion.

So your kid tries again, louder. “I said Xylophone.”

Xavier frowns faintly. “Yes. I heard. Are we experimenting with sound-based naming systems today?”

You lose it from the hallway.

—

Phase Two: Sticker Warfare. This one’s your idea.

While Xavier’s reading on the couch, your kid climbs into his lap with all the innocence in the world—and slowly starts covering him in dinosaur stickers.

One on his cheek.

One on his temple.

A brontosaurus on his neck.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch.

Finally, he blinks over his book. “Is there a… theme?”

“Jurassic Daddy,” you say sweetly, passing by.

He nods thoughtfully. “Very well.”

Doesn’t even take them off.

—

Phase Three: The Hidden Alarm. Your kid sneaks your phone into Xavier’s jacket pocket.

Sets a timer.

In two minutes, it’ll go off. Loud. In the middle of him doing birdwatching on the balcony.

He’s squinting into the trees, focused and serene—until a digital duck quack blares from his coat.

He freezes.

Then calmly pulls out your phone, stares at it like it’s a new lifeform.

“...Is this my punishment for using your mug?”

You and your kid high-five from the doorway.

—

That night, you’re brushing your teeth when you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair.

You smile at his reflection. “Even when we bully you?”

He hums. “Especially when you work as a team.”

He’s got a triceratops still stuck to his sleeve.

You leave it.

Rafayel

It starts because Rafayel wouldn’t let your kid put googly eyes on the blender.

A crime, truly.

So now?

You’re at war.

You and your mini-me form an unholy alliance before breakfast. The mission is clear: mess with Rafayel all day. Confuse him. Fluster him. Bring him to his knees (with love, obviously).

—

Phase One: The Sketch Swap He leaves his current canvas in the studio—half-finished, ethereal, probably titled Longing for Lemuria II: A Study in Violet Silence.

You and your kid sneak in.

When he returns, the dreamy mermaid now has a mustache. And laser eyes. And a speech bubble that says “My dad has stinky feet.”

He gasps like you physically struck him.

“You defiled my muse?!”

You shrug. “Consider it a collaboration.”

Your kid adds: “We made it better.”

He puts a hand to his chest. “You’re both going to artist jail.”

—

Phase Two: The Fashion Sabotage He goes to pull on his favorite pants—the flowy, artsy ones with the embroidered moons—and finds they’ve been replaced with hot pink yoga leggings from your drawer.

You: “I think you could rock them.”

Your kid: “Slay, bestie.”

He stares at the pants.

Then stares at you.

Then changes into them like a man on a catwalk.

But he’s muttering the entire time. “This is emotional abuse. I’m filing a glitter-based complaint.”

—

Phase Three: The Cookie Theft He opens the cabinet for his secret stash of lavender shortbread.

Finds an empty tin and a note inside:

“Stolen in the name of justice. Your blender crimes have consequences. —The Chaos Coalition”

He screams. Loudly. Then walks dramatically into the living room and collapses across the couch like a Victorian woman fainting on a chaise.

You toss him a goldfish cracker.

He glares.

Then eats it.

—

That night, he pulls you close in bed, head on your chest.

“I hope you both know,” he whispers, “that I am keeping a list.”

You run your fingers through his hair. “Of what?”

“Every emotional injury I sustained today.”

Your kid peeks in the doorway. “You forgot we replaced your shampoo with whipped cream.”

He gasps.

But honestly?

He’s never felt more loved.

Zayne

It begins when he finds his stethoscope floating in a bowl of cereal.

“Do you have a reason,” Zayne asks slowly, very calmly, “why my hospital equipment is now... infused with oat milk?”

Your child blinks up at him. “It was cold and needed a bath.”

You, from across the kitchen: “Honestly? Sound logic.”

He closes his eyes. Sets the stethoscope on the counter. Says nothing.

That was your warning shot.

—

Phase One: Renaming the Routine

You and your kid refuse to call anything by its normal name.

Zayne walks into the room, setting his laptop down with surgical precision.

You: “Look out. The Ice Cube Cometh.”

Your kid: “All hail Frost Daddy.”

Zayne: “I am literally holding your dental insurance forms.”

You both clap like he told a joke.

He blinks. Once.

“...What’s happening right now?”

—

Phase Two: The Hospital File Swap

He opens his neatly labeled folder before work.

Finds a glittery drawing titled “ME + MOMMY + FROST DAD = BESTIES FOREVER 💖”

Also, you’ve replaced his bio with:

“Zayne: World’s Coldest Softie. Will cry at piano music and is afraid of butterflies.”

He reads it. Stares at the paper.

Puts it back.

And takes it to work anyway.

—

Phase Three: Sticker Surgery

He showers. He gets dressed. He puts on his favorite button-down.

Then glances in the mirror—and freezes.

There’s a little cartoon Band-Aid sticker on his jawline.

Purple. With a smiley face.

You don’t even try to hide your laugh.

His jaw tics.

“I’ve conducted heart transplants with less sabotage than I face in this household.”

You pat his cheek. “And yet, you’re still so lovable.”

“Debatable.”

—

At bedtime, he’s halfway through folding laundry (into immaculate rectangles, obviously), when your kid leans against his side.

“Hey Dad?”

“Yes?”

“We bullied you good today.”

He pauses.

Then quietly nods.

“You did.”

You sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“But you liked it.”

“…No comment.”

You kiss the spot beneath his ear. “Tomorrow we’re calling you Doctor Cuddles.”

He exhales. Resigned. But soft.

“…Fine. But only inside this house.”

(You do not respect that boundary.)

Sylus

It starts before 9 a.m.

Sylus—warlord, tactician, red-eyed nightmare of the underground—walks into the living room fully dressed for a meeting with a black-market arms dealer.

Hair slicked. Suit sharp. Brooch in place.

You and your kid are waiting for him.

He stops. Narrow eyes. Tilt of the head. Suspicion.

You smile sweetly.

Your kid lunges forward.

And slaps a bright pink unicorn sticker onto his briefcase.

Dead center.

Sylus just… stands there.

“…Is this meant to be intimidation?”

You: “We’re marking our territory.”

Your kid: “Now the bad guys will know you have backup.”

He looks down at the sticker.

Then at you.

And says absolutely nothing.

But he takes the damn briefcase.

—

Phase One: Name Disrespect

He’s mid-hologram conference when your kid walks in, climbs into his lap, and announces to the entire Onychinus leadership:

“This is Mr. Grumpy Fangs. He doesn’t like it when I boop his nose.”

Sylus doesn’t even flinch.

Keeps talking about supply routes like there isn’t a giggling toddler poking his cheek on live cam.

Later?

He finds out you recorded it.

You send him the clip labeled:

“POV: You’re a villain and your child is your boss.”

He replies with one word:

“Traitor.”

Phase Two: Crow Brooch Chaos

You’re in the middle of folding laundry when your kid comes sprinting in, giggling with something clenched in one hand.

Minutes later, you hear Sylus’s voice—flat, deadly.

“Why… are there googly eyes on my crow?”

You don’t even look up. “Balance. Every villain needs a little whimsy.”

He turns to your kid. “Did you do this?”

“Team effort,” they chirp.

Sylus glares at the glittery-eyed brooch sitting on his chest.

Then sighs.

And doesn’t take it off.

Until hours later.

(He leaves it on his desk. Keeps looking at it.)

Phase Three: Tactical Sabotage

He walks into the war room.

Finds the giant wall map—his map—covered in crayon scribbles.

He blinks.

“Did someone… add butterflies to the Northern quadrant?”

Your kid: “It needed joy.”

You: “And balance.”

He stands there in silence.

Then mutters: “You’ve both become a security threat.”

You blow him a kiss.

That night, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, jacket off, tie loose.

You crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. “Did we push you too far today?”

He grumbles something unintelligible.

Then rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You kiss him slow. “We know.”

He exhales.

“…You’re not going to stop, are you?”

“Nope.”

Your kid shouts from the hallway: “TOMORROW YOU’RE GETTING GLITTER STICKERS!”

He closes his eyes. Bends his head to your shoulder.

And mutters:

“I should’ve stayed in the shadows.”

(He never means it.)

[dent-de-leon]

Caleb and Kingsley stealing a moment alone together at the Lavish Chateau. King holding his Magician in his arms all through the night--

[kissandtellus]

LADS : ‘Current Boyfriend’ Prank

ᯓ Synopsis: How would the LADS boys react to you pulling the TikTok Video ‘With my Current Boyfriend’ Prank!

ᯓ Caleb

You set up the camera at the perfect angle, making sure to get Caleb’s massive frame into the shot. You take a few steps back and give a twirl of your dress.

“Hey everyone! I’m doing a ‘OOTD’ with my current boyfriend, Caleb!”

Caleb’s goofy smirk falters, and you swear you see his eye twitch.

“Current, Pipsqueak?” He grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the camera, his hand cups your jaw ever so slightly, even as the camera continues to roll. “Nah, you better change that tone baby. What was that?”

You cheeks are squished between his forefinger and thumb.

“M-my boyfwend fowever.”

“Thats right, Pip. Good girl.”

ᯓ Rafayel

Rafayel always finds these trends annoying. He immediately knows something is up by the way you are already giggling to yourself. You set the phone on the tripod and take a few steps back.

“So today, I am going to be asking my boyfriend a series of questions about myself-“ you break off into light laughter, struggling to finish your sentence as you catch the upmost SASSIEST look from Rafayel in the corner.

“Current? Is there one after me, Cutie? Perhaps I should let them go ahead and have their turn.” His lower lip is jutting in a pout, even as you try to pull him back in to finish the video. Rafayel dramatically recites old tales of doomed lovers, and how if you were to leave him he would throw himself into the deepest edge of the sea.

You are busy the rest of the day trying to repair Rafayel’s wounded pride.

ᯓ XAVIER

Xavier is rubbing the sleep from his eyes after waking up from a nap. You had promised him a delicious smoothie, if you could record it.

You stand by the blender and prop your phone. “Hey everyone! I am here with my current boyfriend Xavier! I am go- Xavier? Wait, no-“

You are barely able to wrestle back your phone before he snatches it and throws it into the blender, his finger dancing over the ‘blend’ button.

His sharp blue eyes burn into you.

“Current? My shining star, what have I done to deserve such a mediocre attempt at a joke.”

“It’s a trend, Xavier!”

“I am going to start revoking your phone time.”

ᯓ Zayne

Zayne looks over the rim of his glasses as you prop your phone up on his desk. You sit on his knee which he gladly welcome. He gazes up at you like you out the stars in the sky.

You hit record and wrap your arms around his neck. “Hey everyone, today I’m going to ask my current boyfriend, who’s a surgeon, about what the-“

Zayne calmly reaches over and shuts off the video.

He slides his glasses off of his nose, resting the ear piece against his lips with narrowed eyes.

“I know you are far too intelligent to think that’s funny,” he grabs your chin and tilts your head to him. “Go on, apologize.”

ᯓ Sylus

Sylus is used to your antics by now. He’s currently fixing a loose piece on his bike when you extend the tripod and place your phone onto it.

He perks his head up just enough to wave to the camera.

“So today, I am going to be asking my current voting to quiz me in motorcycle facts!” He nearly busts his head under the bike from how quick he shoots up.

His hand grabs a handful of your ass and you squeak like a little mouse. “Oh Kitten, if you were so desperate for attention, you could’ve just said so~”

A few minutes later you are restarting the video, clearing your voice and trying to act like Sylus didn’t kiss you within an inch of your life.

“I’m here with Sylus, my husband.”

[froggiequarium]

747 words; some lads fluff of caleb praising u bc i deserve it (n so do u) :x

-

you trudge your way towards the kitchen, hunger evident after spending almost two hours reading and taking the first quiz of the semester, not even a week into the class.

seriously, what was up with that?

you let out a sigh when a voice rings you out of your thoughts.

"hey, pipsqueak!"

you're greeted by the familiar warm voice that makes any leftover tension in your shoulders ease almost instantly.

before you can respond, only being granted enough time to blink up at him, he speaks up again.

"finally droppin' in to say hi?"

you ignore his tease as you close the short distance, arms spreading to embrace him. he immediately welcomes you, one strong arm encircling your waist and easily pulling you towards his side, other hand preoccupied with the food cooking on the stove.

you nuzzle into the warmth of his side, breathing in his comforting scent, closing your eyes to bask in all that is him.

"m' hungry," you whine against the cloth of his shirt.

"is that all you see me as? your personal chef?"

"yes!" you answer playfully and all too quickly.

in the next second, you jolt, feeling a small slap against your ass.

"hey!"

he only laughs in amusement.

"so mean," you pout. "i was studying so hard, and i'm getting punished? how cruel..." you bury your face into his shirt, playfully sulking against him.

he hums, hand sliding up to your head as he pats your hair, other one using the tool in hand to stir the food in the pan.

"what, you want some praise or something?" he teases, not expecting an actual answer.

"yes," you answer maybe just a touch fast, looking up at him expectantly.

your honesty takes him by surprise for just a moment before a grin between teasing and loving crawls up his lips, setting the utensil down to reach over and turn the stove on low, hands now free to fully focus on you.

he looks down into your bright expectant eyes, all his attention on you, and you feel your heart race just a little bit faster in anticipation.

"you did so well, working so hard just a couple of days in," caleb coos at you, petting your head lovingly, nails lightly tracing at your scalp resembling a massage. he loves the way that satisfied grin creeps up your lips as you practically melt against him as you chase his touch, resembling a cat rubbing up against the affection its receiving from its owner.

his large hands slowly slide down the sides of your face before landing on your warm cheeks, almost engulfing them in his hold, squishing them just slightly and gently rubbing them.

"such a good girl, aren't you?"

the way your eyes slip shut and a sound akin to a pleased mewl escaping you as a response is something that makes his heart stutter in his chest.

even after all this time, you're still so cute to him.

"you must be hungry after working so hard, huh?"

you nod in response, hugging him closer, stealing his warmth almost trying to blanket yourself within it. as one of his hands slides down your back to rub gentle circles into it and the other one up to caress your head, you think you'll be able to fall asleep against him like this.

he chuckles warmly, feeling your body slump against him more and more with each passing minute, face buried into his chest. as much as he wants to stay like this, he doesn't want the freshly made lunch to go cold.

he slips his hand from its place on your back moving it to your shoulder, gently shaking you while the other pats your head twice, just slightly firmer than before. his voice comes out hushed in the gentle atmosphere that surrounds the both of you.

"hey, you don't want the food to get cold now, do you?"

you gently shake your head, and his hand— now flat on your head— moves it just enough to make you look back up at him, bleary eyes cracking open to meet his creased sunset ones.

"let me feed my smart baby and then we can nap together, yea? would you like that?"

"mhmm," you hum, giggling when you feel him maneuver your head to make you nod in agreement, almost not giving you a choice (not that you'd ever reject such an offer from caleb).

he smiles at your reaction, eyes dancing with mirth.

"you deserve this, after all. come on," he pats your head one more time, an obvious show of his affection for you for as long as you could remember.

"let's eat now, together."

just as it should be.

-

a/n: i just need some physical affection + some praise from him and i'll be easily fulfilled

-

[stealingpotatoes]

I think poor Mace Windu deserves a nap... Let this man sleep he needs it... Anyway I think Depa and baby Caleb would draw on his face when they see him asleep in this essay i will

huge agree but I think he could only nap knowing his padawan and grandpadawan were also safe and relaxed. the only solution? lineage nap pile

(commission info // kofi support!)

[maimaily]

the lads boys as kittens. 🪐 ‧₊˚ xavier

summary: You were living in your new apartment now, a free space for yourself, but maybe it was too free. You weren't quite used to the silence and loneliness of it, so you decided to welcome a little one to your home. After considering many options, a cat seemed adequate: clean, independent, wouldn't take much of your time like a dog… right?

characters: kitty!xavier (other characters will be posted separately), mc as reader.

a/n: cat breeds are selected based on the "Yes, Cat Caretaker" event. If there's any change, it'll be based on the appearance of each breed, but not its personality traits strictly. proofread but if there's any mistake please let me know! (eng isn't my first language).

rafayel 🢒 zayne 🢒 sylus 🢒 caleb (coming soon)

Xavier — Ragdoll How did he get to live with you?

You adopted him. He was going to be your first cat, so you wanted to make sure you were choosing the right one, and receiving recommendations from an adoption center was the best idea. You went there and heard of a slightly older cat who hadn't been adopted yet. A single look was enough to know he was the one. His bright blue eyes stared at you, and his paws tried to reach you as you got closer. A little nervous of scaring him, you gently allowed him to sniff your finger, and he then rubbed against your hand. It is not necessary to say you decided you'd give your life for him.

On the way home, the little kitty curled into a puffy ball of fur, sleeping peacefully after feeling safe in your warm arms ♡

Little did you know what this little thing really was !!

This kitty EATS. A LOT. You can easily win his heart with treats. He can smell them even before you open any can or package, but will wait like the good boy he is, with both front paws stomping cutely on the floor. However, you had to cut back on them because your wallet was starting to suffer the consequences of a gluttonous kitten. Poor thing got upset for a while, but the food was still yummy, so he adapted (he's not that much of a picky eater…)

Eepy baby. He's a sweetheart and always, I repeat, always cuddles to take naps with you. The kind of cat who climbs onto the bed the moment you flop down on it and makes his way between your arms to be cuddled and sleep. Purrs quietly and very softly, and will rub against your hands as he does. Rarely meows, but does it when he's being needy. Has fallen asleep while eating or drinking his warm milk more than once, his little chin all dirty, so you have to clean him (he doesn't like it!).

He follows you everywhere. Whatever you're doing, if you're walking around the house, he'll follow you like a loyal knight. His fluffy tail moves gently against your legs when you're standing, washing the dishes, brushing your teeth, or cooking. Sometimes he expects you to see him (you do) to pick him up (you always do). He's a needy boy! Needs lots and lots of your attention!

Talking about attention, he climbs onto your body when he feels neglected. You were happily cooking, humming the songs on your playlist, chopping vegetables for the new dish you wanted to try- and then oop! The weight of a fluffy hairball snags on the fabric of your hoodie back without warning. "Xavi! Don't move- Don't move!" you urgently exclaimed as you slowly moved back from the hot stove. Can you blame him? He just wanted to spend time with you :(

Great hunter in every shape! A cockroach? He's already smacking it with his paws. A fly? He already jumped to catch it. Mosquitos? He saw them even before you did. If by any chance there's a mouse or rat inside, be sure he's getting rid of it! And he's so fast! (Give him a treat afterwards, he deserves it.)

Grumpy if you wake him up. He hates the vacuum cleaner with his life, and hates it even more if you decide to use it when he's just fallen asleep. When you switched to an automatic one, he smacked it with his angry paws each time it bumped onto him. Doesn't hiss at you, he's too docile for that, but will meow very loudly until you comfort him back to sleep (and give him treats-).

His favorite place to make biscuits is your chest while you're lying down. If you're watching some TV, reading a book, scrolling down your phone, or simply flopped down on the sofa or your bed, he climbs on top of you and makes his way to your chest and starts kneading very gently. He never uses his claws on you, so you allow him to do it, it's his way of bonding with you and relieving some stress after all <3.

Sulkynator 2000. Baby boy gets UPSET to astronomical levels when you even mention other cats. Do NOT play with his little heart like this! :( Why are you watching cat videos if he's right there? He can do tricks too! Or why are you petting the neighbor's dog? He's dirty and too loud! Xavi is clean, he doesn't leave mud on your carpet, and doesn't bark in the middle of the night for no good reason! :(( You'll have to face a moody Xavier for a good time until you soothe his poor feelings.

It was a quiet Sunday morning. The weather outside was hot, and that woke you up, along with the blinding sun that entered the room from the window in front of the bed. You stirred, kicking the blankets away when a gentle paw touched your cheek.

"Morning, Xavi!" You baby-talked to your little prince cat, who had just woken up by your sudden movements, stirring with you and slowly opening his little blue eyes, struggling to keep them open for too long. "Oh no, what are we gonna do? My prince is too eepy to start the day!" You giggled, taking him in your arms and cuddling him once more, kissing his little face. He didn't even need to convince you to sleep five more minutes, his mere sleepy presence was enough for you to feel lazy again and go back to the bed.

But today was too hot to stay in, and you wanted to change out of your pajamas as soon as possible. With another kiss, you sweet-talked your lazy cat to wake up and have breakfast, but he just purred in response and kept his eyes closed. Accepting the impossible, you just got up, feeling his small claw clinging to your shirt; you couldn't sleep with him anymore, but you couldn't ignore his adorable attempt of keeping you close, so you cradled him like a baby, holding him in your arms and even rocking him a little.

If Xavier could blush, he would definitely do so at that right moment. He was a big cat already! But… your arms were so warm and he was so comfy… That's how you ended up carrying him to the bathroom, brushing your teeth with one hand and holding him with the other, then you made him lie against your shoulder, taking your hair products out.

"Mwraa," he protested when you set him down on the floor outside the bathroom. "I need to take a shower. Wait outside, breakfast will be ready in a minute." It wasn't really breakfast that his meowjesty was requesting, but his comfortable sleeping spot: you! But now he couldn't bring himself to be sleepy again, so he wandered around the apartment lazily, finding a good place in front of the balcony door to sunbathe.

When you came out of the bathroom with your hair still dripping wet, the first thing you saw was that adorable bundle of fur lying on his back with his little paws stretched faaar as he just finished doing the most exhausting job in the world. And maybe he did, carrying all that beauty had to be exhausting!

"My, look what I found!" You crouched down to him with a big smile, tickling his tummy, which he quickly defended by trapping your hand. "Is Xavi the prince enjoying the warm weather? Hm?" He got up in a swift move and rubbed against your legs, his long, fluffy tail almost tickling your nose. You picked him up, peppering his face with kisses before putting him down again. "Let's get breakfast, come on."

He happily followed behind you, passing through your legs when you leaned down to pick his empty bowl from the floor. The good thing with Xavier was that no food went to waste… which was also bad because it meant that tummy seemed to never fill. He meowed only once as he saw you open the wet food package.

"Almost done, Xavi. Wait a second," and he did, his little paw ritual bringing a smile to your face. When you put the plate down, he hurriedly took the first bite. "Enjoy, baby. Ah- I forgot to take out the trash." The hurried sense flooded through your veins as you saw the hour. "Wait for me, I'm back in a minute!" Your hands were quicker to pick up the smelly garbage bag and run out of the complex to dispose of it before the truck came by.

You did it just in time, sighing in relief as you walked back, until you saw an adorable stray kitten playing with a plastic bottle cap between his paws. "Look at you, aren't you having fun?" At the sound of your voice the kitten stopped playing but didn't run away, an act you took as an open invitation to get closer. You fawned over the stray, your voice melting into playful coos as you playfully ruffled its fur.

It wasn't until a loud noise from the street scared the small cat you realized you'd been playing with it for a long time. With a content sigh you dusted your hands off and walked back to the complex. Inside your home, Xavier had already finished his food, waiting patiently around the entry for you to come back, blue eyes locked on the door as if he was afraid to miss your arrival. When he heard the soft click of it, he meowed as a greeting, until… What was that?

"Ah Xavi. I'm back, did you finish your food-?" You hadn't finished your question when his fluffy body jumped right at your arms with an angry growl. It surprised you, honestly, he was always so calm and loving that this behavior only occurred when… Oh.

"Is someone jealous over here? You don't like that I- Ow! Hey!" He didn't scratch you, but he definitely was about to chomp that teasing finger you were wiggling in front of his very upset self. He meowed in protest, trying with all his might to rub himself against you once again! How could you do this? He works so hard keeping his scent on you, and now you come back after a fifteen-minute leave, invading his sensitive nostrils with another's cat scent? Oh no, he wasn't having it.

But you couldn't contain your laughter. He wasn't even scary and wasn't hurting you because he trusted you too much to do that, but he was madly funny when he got like that. "I see, I see. I made Xavier upset. I apologize, baby," you said, cradling him in your arms as you sat on the couch. "How can I get your forgiveness, hm?" Xavier acted like he hadn't heard you, wiggling his tail still in his petty mood, squirming gently in your arms as if trying to get away. "Ah ah ah. Don't you want me to be only yours, your majesty? Gotta stay here for that, then. What about I give you a small catnip treat I got you yesterday?"

His entire expression shifted. Oh well. You were right, of course you were, mm-hmm. He couldn't be mad at you all day either, could he? And now he moved closer to you, licking gently your cheek, bringing a smile to your face. "Now who's a good boy, huh? Of course you are, you'll always be."

Xavier held no grudges against you, he never did. After all, who else on this planet would love him as you did, after facing loneliness for so long? He was your good boy, and he'd be always there for you.

© MAIMAILY. Please do not steal, copy or plagiarize this work.

Likes, reblogs are comments are greatly appreciated!

I did it! I can believe the amount of time it took me to finish this, but it's been ages since I last wrote any kind of fanfiction or content for fandoms so I'm a bit nervous. I hope you like it, and if it's the case I'm so happy for that! I'm already working on Rafayel's version so don't miss it <3

Dividers made by: @uzmacchiato and @v6que

[lucillebelle]

LaD as Dads

Xavier

Scenario: The Nap Battle

Your toddler is full of endless energy, while Xavier… is not. You find them both in the living room, your child bouncing on the couch cushions, and Xavier asleep, a soft snore escaping him, a crayon still in his hand from earlier. The two had been drawing “space cats.”

When your child climbs onto his chest and declares, “I win!” Xavier cracks one eye open and, with a rare, soft smile, murmurs, “You win… but only because I let you.”

Then promptly falls asleep again, your child giggling like it’s the greatest game ever. Later, he wakes up long enough to finish the cat drawing, lets your kid color it purple, and tucks them in with the same care he used to reserve just for you.

Zayne

Scenario: The Dissected Sandwich Incident

Your child walks into the kitchen, holding a peanut butter sandwich that’s been taken apart piece by piece.

“Dad said deconstructing things helps us understand them,” they say proudly. Zayne, completely unfazed, is standing behind them with a clean scalpel and a napkin tucked into his collar like it’s a surgical bib.

“I was demonstrating the anatomy of snack architecture,” he says smoothly, barely hiding a smirk as you try not to laugh. Later, when tucking your child in, he gently brushes their hair aside and adds, “No one else will ever understand you the way I do… but that’s a good thing.”

Rafayel

Scenario: The Glitter Uprising

The art room looks like a sea of glitter exploded.

“I only turned away for five seconds,” you say in disbelief, looking at your sparkly child and an even sparklier Rafayel, who’s holding a glitter-drenched seashell like it’s a trophy. He shrugs, brushing some sparkles off your child’s nose and kissing their forehead.

“Art doesn’t ask for permission. It demands to be messy.” He later convinces your child to title the chaos “The Cosmic Storm” and frames it, glitter and all. You’re still vacuuming sparkles out of the furniture three weeks later.

Sylus

Scenario: The Power Game

Your child is playing chess against themselves. Sylus sits nearby, sipping tea and watching like it’s a high-level political negotiation. “Daddy said if I beat myself, I win both ways,” they say proudly.

Sylus smirks, voice velvet-smooth. “A valuable lesson, sometimes your greatest opponent… is the weaker version of you.” You give him a look. He grins wider. Later, your child runs to you, holding a paper crown Sylus crafted from a luxury food wrapper.

“He said I earned it,” they beam. Sylus catches your gaze and adds softly, “I’ll raise a ruler. One who takes what they deserve and never bows.”

Caleb

Your child refuses to go to bed without "official orders," something Caleb apparently started.

He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his voice low and commanding, “Operation Pillow Fort is a go. Mission: Sweet Dreams. Any resistance will be met with tickle fire.”

Your child salutes him and dives under the covers, grinning. Caleb turns to you with that boyish smile you still remember from Skyhaven and whispers, “Too easy. You should’ve seen my negotiation skills during nap time.”

Later that night, he sits beside your sleeping child’s bed, one hand protectively on the edge.

“I’ll protect them… just like I protected you.”

Little note: This is how I imagine them to act with their kids.

[lumieresdreams]

how mc and the lads guys got into a polycule

let's be real here, it was mc's idea. putting that aside, i'll be writing these thoughts down from a zayne main so we'll start with dr. husband

also also the setting for this polycule is that everyone's angst is lessened cause i think the boys deserve more cute and silly moments + interactions with each other uwu

Zayne ⛄

mc brought up the idea while zayne was in his home office, idly reading the reports on his laptop. he was surprised but intrigued, he wouldn't just agree to it willynilly tho as it's a concept he probably hasn't even considered for himself since he's happy just being married to mc.

zayne is a fairly secure type of man, though he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about the thought of an open marriage for a while. going through the throughs of his self worth, being enough and if it might be a sign that mc is suddenly unhappy with him, but mc reassured him that it was the complete opposite. the idea of trying out being in a polycule hung in the air for a good while and, almost half a year later, zayne finally gave mc his approval after being showered by affection and reassurance, regaining his full confidence in himself.

Xavier 💫

this might come as a surprise to some, or maybe it was expected. but xavier was the first person to be accepted into the polycule, one because he already knows mc's schedule to a t and he also knows what her work life is like. second, he had this habit of dragging you out of the battlefield for an impromptu nap somewhere quiet and safe while still being on the clock, especially when you're both ahead of schedule, which inadvertently keeps you safe. this wasn't an act of maliciousness, he just genuinely enjoyed mc's presence and feels safe around them.

although xavier did like mc a lot and was grateful to have been given a chance at a romantic relationship with her, xavier didn't just jump the gun at the opportunity. mostly since mc is already married, that and he wasn't really a fan of sharing at first but once him and zayne fell into a rhythm (zayne patches both mc and xavier after rough battles, xavier makes sure mc is safe, mc makes sure xavier stays out of the kitchen), he eventually lets himself indulge in not just having one, but two great cuddle buddies.

Sylus 🪶

gods, him joining in was absolute chaos at first. his presence in the polycule generated a lot of banter between him and the other two. not to mention, he's canonically 'arch enemies' with xavier. early on though, he can't help but think to himself... xavier is a great portable weighted blanket and zayne's wit and ability to match his attitude without losing most of his composure warmed his heart tenfold than when we has offered to join the polycule.

this man, just like zayne, is secure of himself. he doesn't see himself as any lesser than the other two, just different. and that difference makes for an entertaining live drama show that mc and, if he's not pulled into it, xavier likes to watch together.

(snowcrow is canon here ⛄🪶)

Rafayel 🐟

oh my goodness did he add more chaos into the mix, one that's more dramatic but less 'destructive' than sylus's. he loves the attention he gets from everyone, especially coming from mc and xavier who, despite being a sleepy lil starboy half the time, is surprisingly good at picking up tiny details. rafayel's and xavier's banters are soft and teasing, they usually end up cuddling either in bed or on the couch as rafayel rambles away about his day and pretty much about anything and everything.

on another note, both him and sylus already knew about one another seeing their involvement and reputation in the shadows of society. it's a battle of sass between the two of them, but it all ends in laughter and casually sharing tea instead.

(starfish canon uwu 💫🐟)

Caleb 🍎

(i feel a lot for caleb so this is gonna be slightly longer)

the last, most hesitant and untrustworthy of everyone else involved was caleb. he came in a lot later than the others and it was a challenge to even contact him in the first place. he already knew mc was not just married, but is a part of a very happy and surprisingly healthy and eventful polycule. it felt like his entire world had drifted so far away from him that he almost gave up on them, but he couldn't help but eventually reach out anyway. this time, it was him who asked about joining the polycule, to mc's surprise.

mc knew caleb, they knew their stance about being by their side and wanting to be the 'only one' for them, but their heart was swayed a certain path but never far from caleb. it was caleb who'd withdrawn after the marriage with zayne, but was now really glad to have given joining the polycule a chance.

zayne welcomed him in warmly, having known him the longest right beside mc. he gave caleb space for a while, reigning the others to do the same, just so he could have private time with mc. overtime, he'd eventually open up to the others. he was horrified of xavier's lack of skill in the kitchen, fascinated by rafayel's creative abilities and, sylus?

well, they got along surprisingly well. sylus has gone through an almost similar struggle caleb did and his unexpectedly calm demeanor helped him through the long journey of beating his own demons. sufficed to say, after everything, caleb would also become one of sylus's treasures.

(may i offer thee applecrow? 🍎🪶)

(also snowapple is now canon too ⛄🍎)

[kaiannae]

Ficlet- Reflections on Sleep.

This is a short character study I wrote a few weeks back. Its too short to put on AO3, so I thought I'd just put it here fo your reading pleasure. Rated- T, borderline M for self depracting thoughts and self-gaslighting, sort of. Pairing: Shadowgast.

There is something about the way Caleb looks when he sleeps that Essek finds wholly enthralling. It was a discovery gradually made over time, and Essek feels wholly fortunate for being able to witness it, because Caleb rarely truly sleeps. Rather, he usually naps, he pretends at real rest, body still alert and ready to jump and react at the slightest change in atmosphere, at the faintest shift in the air. His nerves are strung like the strings of a lute, thrumming at the slightest touch and his face is always tense, worry lines etched too deeply for one so young. Yet, on rare occasions, at the right place and time and in the right company, Caleb allows himself to truly sink into slumber. It has been happening more and more lately, for which Essek is glad, and not only for the sake of his dear friend’s health; when Caleb allows himself to truly sleep, his face undergoes a fascinating transmutation. Slackened with sleep, his features relax, the worry lines on his forehead smooth out; the hard lines at the corners of his mouth soften and the traces of pain around those vivid eyes, now closed in sleep, disappear. Fast asleep, Caleb looks- softer, younger, less touched by the burdens of this world. There is a certain kind of peace that settles upon him only when in this deep slumber devoid of dreams, and the harshness of the years seems to melt away from him, leaving him looking charmingly, heartbreakingly innocent, like the child he once was before all childhood was robbed of him.  No, not a child; a young man, bright-eyed with the wonders that the world reveals to him every day, excited about his discoveries and aching to explore, to shape, to create.

It breaks Essek’s heart that he can only see this Caleb when he is unconscious. He would have liked to see this Caleb when fully awake, see those beloved feature light with a smile that isn’t touched by sadness and regret, to see his shoulders straight without the burden of guilt and shame and unerasable sins to weigh them down. But then, even this much is the rarest, most precious gift, one that Essek wholeheartedly believes he is not worthy of, yet has been awarded all the same. It is the gift of Caleb’s trust, the fact that he can relax enough in Essek’s presence, that he feels safe enough to sink into restful sleep. It makes something long-withered in Essek’s chest bloom, makes his heart flutter with something other than anxiety, makes him want to bare his fangs and growl and snarl ‘mine’ with every possessive little bit of his wretched mind, and protect this precious being, this unique man who could see something worthwhile in the bloody, charred remains of Essek’s soul and push him to be better than he had been, to try, even if they both know he could never do enough to atone for what he had done, willingly, knowingly and until recently, without remorse.

Next to the mindless pureness of a sleeping Caleb, Essek feels unclean, unworthy, stained beyond repair. He doesn’t measure up to this man, who sees himself as a monster yet makes the world, and those around him, better with every gesture, every step he takes. So, all Essek can do is repay for his kindness by serving as a chipped, dirty yet still functional mirror, reflecting for Caleb what he cannot see on his own, reminding him that he is good, he is kind, he deserves better than what his earlier years had served, and what the people who once guided him manipulated him into doing. He can say it a thousand times, ‘It’s not your fault’, and he would not get tired, because Caleb never gets tired of saying ‘There is good in you. You were not born with venom in your veins.’ They are mirrors for each other, warped but true all the same, and Essek feels so, very fortunate for being allowed this, for being kept in Caleb’s company.

And if there is ever a time where Essek feels something close to peace, it is in times like these. Caleb, having nodded off after a peaceful evening of theorizing and quiet reading, sitting close enough to touch, close enough to lean more and more heavily against Essek as his mind quieted down and his eyelids became heavy, close enough to give in to the gentle, subtle guidance of Essek’s hands to lean into his lap, then finally give in with a sigh and sink into a lying position, stubbornly clinging to his book for a few more moments until Essek started carding gentle fingers through his hair. Essek is partial to Caleb’s hair. It is thick, brimming with a life of its own, the color so much richer than anything Essek had seen before. It is a distinct pleasure to be allowed to play with it, and as he had discovered, a sure way to ease Caleb into sleep. And when the human’s breath finally evens, Essek doesn’t feel any discomfort with the weight of the other man’s head in his lap, and even if he did, he would never have traded it for comfort, because sitting reclined like this, with Caleb slumbering in his lap, he feels as if he’s guarding something precious, as if his hands in Caleb’s hair are handling something extremely rare and exquisite. And if he fades into a trance like this, holding his dearest of friends, guarding his sleep, being allowed this- well, at times like this, for a few fleeting moments of his long, desolate life, Essek can truly say that there is nowhere else he’d rather be.

[lovelynim]

My fanfics

Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!

If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!

Updated in: June 11th, 2025

AFK Journey

Improper use of magic - Merlin & Soren

ALIEN STAGE

Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till

Blue Period

Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora

Cardcaptor Sakura

Attention seeker - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto

Eighty Six - 86

Daily Report - Shin & Theo and Raiden (feat. Lena)

Fate Series

Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu

Genshin Impact

Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu

To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor

Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)

Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma

Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma

Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma

Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)

Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari

Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari

Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato

Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)

Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh

No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh

Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia

Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Begging - Aether x Heizou

It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)

A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari

Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe

Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether

That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)

Nature's embrace - Albedo

(Un)wanted company - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

Shocking, isn't it? - Scaramouche x Tartaglia

May the best one win - Xiao, Aether, Albedo & Wanderer

End of the semester - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Grand Chase

Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass

Mornings - Ronan x Harpe

Honkai: Star Rail

The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo

Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)

It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus

The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval

Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng

Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus

Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Another round - Caelus x Luka

All's fair in love and war - Caelus x Aventurine

Intruder countermeasures - Sampo & Svarog

Failing successfully - Welt & Caelus

Reasonable funding - Yanqing & Jing Yuan

Kremnoan words - Mydei x Phainon

Glasses of Asdana's White Oak - Argenti x Boothill

League of Legends

Move over - Kayn x Ezreal

Love and Deepspace

Undivided Attention - Rafayel x Reader

To find [it] - Caleb x Reader

Nu:Carnival

Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy

How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu

Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine

Obey me!

Purring Demon - Satan x MC

Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC

OCs

Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo

Sasaki to Miyano

Nap time - Sasaki x Miyano

Side Characters Deserve Love Too

For his highness - Kyle x Joe

Intoxicated dream - Kyle x Joe

Sk8 the Infinity

Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya

Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya

The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki

Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa

Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya

Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa

Pay Attention - Reki x Langa

Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry

Solo Leveling

Siblinghood demonstration - Yoo Jin Ho & Sung Jin Woo

Stars Align

Something to laugh about - Maki & Yuu

Tower of God

Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak

Vtubers

Celebration - Shxtou x Reader

Wind Breaker

Important Data - Sakura x Suo feat. Nirei

Not a fight - Sakura & Umemiya

Zenless Zone Zero

Victoria Housekeeping co.'s special service - Lycaon x Wise

Sick Leave - Wise x Asaba Harumasa

Fanfiction - Asaba Harumasa (Harumasa x Reader)

Fight the champion - Lighter x Wise

Pills - Asaba Harumasa x Seth Lowell

Protective - Lighter x Wise

[queeniecook]

November 18

Today Caleb went to meet Lilith and Lily on neutral ground - Windenburg - to discuss Lily's engagement! Yes, Kristopher has asked Lily to marry him. I'm so freaking excited and happy for her. She deserves this happiness. Their goal today is to celebrate and to try to figure out how to have a wedding where werewolves and three vampires - counting Jackson - can co-exist at. That coversation could take a while.

So today, Este and I are having a girl's day!

"While you nap, Mommy's going to do her yoga. Then when you wake up,we're going to try baby food today." I told Este softly, she was getting sleepy. Our little girl is growing so much, it's hard to believe how little she used to be.

Truth to told, I wasn't sure how the baby food thing was going to go. She didn't seem to sure of it and if she has any of me in her, she'll be picky.

"This is apple and pear." I told her slowly trying to get her to eat it. She made a small noise like she didn't want to but eventually gave in out of curiosity, I think. 

To my surprise, she liked it!

Not enough to finish the whole jar without playing in some of it, but it's a start. It was the first time I had seen her play with her food so I got a kick out it more than anything.

"Alright, I think it's time for a bath, little starfish." I told her after we finished the jar of baby food. Thankfully for me, Este loves baths. I kind of wonder if she might end up being a mermaid. 

After Este's bath, I left her to hang out for a bit with Lucky and Tucker, while I did dishes. Lucky seemed put out that Este was petting Tucker in front of her, it was hilarious. Not to Lucky but to me it was.

[rustycottoncandy]

Drawing ideas for when Future Me finds herself staring at a blank canvas:

- Draw various doodles of Avery in a dress with rose patterns. She'd totally take pictures of herself if she were in an outfit that she liked, so draw what they would look like.

- Does Cocoa have a clue of where his name comes from yet? No? Oh, but he'd make up theories, you know him. Draw Cocoa explaining where he thinks his name comes from and perhaps trying to ask Henry and Ethan about it. They wouldn't understand him because he's a cat, so how would he feel about that? Draw a short comic about Cocoa theorizing on why humans don't understand him and maybe put it into Tales of a Talkative Housecat if you feel it's good enough.

- Quit forgetting about your OCs, they deserve some love. Remember Amy and Emerald? Draw them spending time together. Didn't you say that Emerald liked to sleep inside Avery's hair? Draw that. Does Amy have any toys that she's made for Emerald? Draw them.

- Let's re-visit Henry and Ethan, shall we? We know they like to go on walks together, so draw them doing so. Draw them on a date. Draw them having coffee together. Draw them cooking something together. Remember how you decided that Ethan was able to play the guitar and Henry could sing? Draw them making music together. Draw them napping together, or both trying to watch a movie and one of them falling asleep. Just draw them, they deserve some love.

- Mel deserves to be drawn more often, she's a cutie pie. Draw her spending time with Honey or Raydel. What about the three of them going on an adventure? Draw the chaotic trio. Draw Honey picking on Raydel. Draw Raydel showing Mel the rivers of Sunstream. Draw them discussing the history of each of their kingdoms and what they want to do with them when they grow up. Draw them talking about future plans and imagining a better world. Draw them picking small flowers up. Draw them wandering around Dracone's giant flower forest. Draw them making magic together.

- Ephil and Alither also exist, can't forget about them. Draw them spending time with each other, going on adventures, training. Draw them spending time with Mel, reading her bedtime stories, seeing her fingerpaint, comforting her after a nightmare. Draw them being supportive towards each other. We know Ephil's pretty stressed most of the time, so have him talk to Alither about it. Make a little comic. Have them sit down and talk about their troubles in seek of advice, then try to help the other one.

- We've drawn Melody and Jackie together, but have we drawn Richard and Jackie together? No? Well, now's your time to. Draw them hanging out. Draw them going to the park, talking via a face-time call or having a nice chat at a café. Didn't they work together to make a poem with the sole purpose of annoying Melody? Draw the scene. Draw them composing that poem.

- Crossover time! What if Mel and Avery spent a day together? I'll let you figure out what to draw for this one. Squeeze your brains a bit.

- Pet time! Moss pissing Ethan's father off. Draw Jennifer comforting kid Henry after a bad day at school. Draw Melody bathing Rose and putting little ribbons on her fur afterwards. Draw Autumn protecting Saturn from Avery or feeding her fish. Draw the Maine Coon army, parents included.

- Sibling time! Draw Nicholas and Melody together, Aiden and Ethan/Aiden and Alba/Ethan and Alba/all three together, Autumn and Avery, the entirety of Cocoa's forest family (because YES, he's got siblings), Jan and Jenelia, Samuel and Sydney... You get it, just draw siblings.

- Mother/child time! Draw Dahlia and Melanie. Draw Grace and Ethan/Aiden/Alba (or all three). Draw Elizabeth and Henry (and make it angsty). Draw Sianne and Avery/Autumn (or all two). Draw Raydel and her mother — design her, actually. Draw Sadie and Sam. Draw Evan and Caleb.

You got this!! Fill that canvas!

[noperopesaredope]

I would like to add a list of instances I think are a somewhat healthy version of this trope (multiple of which cover Codywan because that's part of what inspired this post):

The clones being protective of Padawans. This is healthy because while the Padawans may on paper be their superior officers, a lot of them are much younger than the clones. Thus, it would make sense for them to be protective of the ones they basically see as children who are too young for this shit. Gree being protective of Barriss, Rex being protective of Ahsoka, and Gray being protective of Caleb are all very lovely examples of this.

The Jedi being perfectly fine, but the clones fussing over them anyway. It's honestly just kind of funny sometimes to see the clones freaking out over their general doing some insane trick that is normal for a Jedi but would get anyone else killed or the medics/commanders freaking out over a small scratch and scolding their general for half an hour. It can sometimes go in a more sad direction by talking about how the clones often feel like they need to do that kind of for their general, but it at least doesn't always directly force them into such a situation.

The medics being the ones who need to put up with this bullshit because they put up with everyone's bullshit. I like to read the medics yelling at people and calling them all stupid motherkriffers. I've already made two separate posts about how much I love the medics being aggressively caring and menaces to society. Them hunting down their superior officers just makes the whole thing funnier and shows how nobody can stop the medics.

Subverting the entire thing and making the clones the self-sacrificial ones who will die before they take care of themselves. Not only is this straight-up canon, but they were taught their whole lives that their worth comes from working and being self-sacrificial. They are masters at not having good self-care. Thus, the Jedi wanting them to stay safe and healthy is a more effective way to show how much they care.

Jedi going out of their way to care for the clones without sacrificing their own health and wellbeing. I've read one or two fics with Codywan that mentioned Obi-Wan checking up on wounded troopers post battle (among other things of that vein). It was legitimately sweet to me because it showed that the Jedi are concerned about the wellbeing of their troopers, but without the part in which they are then forced worry about the wellbeing of their general.

The caretaker thing being more of a one-time thing and occurring due to regular war/battle stuff. Like, yeah, this is war, shit happens all the time, and sometimes even the Jedi can get injured. It can actually be even more angsty and interesting when the clones sometimes forget that the Jedi can get injured and aren't invincible, implying that this situation is rare.

The whole thing applying to both clones and Jedi. The Jedi are self-sacrificial and forget to take care of themselves sometimes, and the clones are also self-sacrificial and forget to take care of themselves sometimes. Everyone is just in a loop of keeping each other alive and being hypocrites about it. Peak literature.

Only SOME Jedi being like that SOMETIMES. This post was partially inspired by seeing fics where the clones are like "every single Jedi is a self-sacrificial idiot and we must create a handbook on how to make sure they stay alive." It makes more sense when only certain Jedi are like that. Anakin, for example, who isn't self-sacrificial but has poor self-preservation instincts. Most of the others would not be like that.

Portraying the clones who need to do this stuff as tired and annoyed. I have seen this trope play out with Rex and Anakin, and said fics are always like, "Poor Rex is so done with everyone's bullshit. This man deserves a vacation and a nap." As a Rex fan, it's really funny, especially since he's putting up with everyone and Anakin is only one of the people who annoys him via shenanigans. It can also apply to Codywan to a certain degree when he's trying to prevent him from losing his lightsaber and being pissed that he keeps losing it all the time. One of my favorites is the clones trying to convince their Jedi to get some armor for Force's sake!

I might be able to think of a few others, but I'm not sure. This is a good list for now, though, and I think gets my point across well enough.

I already wrote a similar posts on how fics of this nature annoy me, but I would like to push it further by saying that while I am fine reading it, I feel kind of weird about fics where the clones like Cody are constantly taking care of and basically babysitting their Jedi General or acting as a major emotional pillar for them.

I think the reason it makes me so uncomfortable is that not only are the clones already going through their own extremely horrific shit, but the Jedi are their superior officers and have a lot more systemic power over them. I will never stop saying that the clones are slaves, and while I don't see the Jedi as being their enslavers, I do think that they are essentially in a "master" position of power whether they like it or not. So it feels weird when the Jedi are more dependent on the clones and the clones need to basically take care of them and are always needing to look after them.

I'm a half-black American who is very passionate about African American history and anti-black systemic issues. And I can't help but be reminded of the tropes involving black characters whose are constantly forced into what is basically a caretaker role for white characters. Think of the Mammy, or the Black Best Friend, or the Magical Negro. The clones are already oppressed, already marginalized, and already forced to constantly back up and support the Jedi in charge of them. And then they are forced to be their Jedi's babysitter on top of all that.

Helping their Jedi out and generally caring about their wellbeing on places like the battlefield? Yes, that can be very sweet and often involves a lot of emotional care and trust.

Needing to force their Jedi to take care of themselves even off the battlefield and having a whole system/thing about how the Jedi "never take care of themselves and simply need the clones in order to do basic self care and not overwork themselves all the time while being oh so self-sacrificial"? Slightly weird and honestly seems to be the other way around based on both canon scenes and their respective circumstances.

I feel like perhaps part of this is just a general desire for angst and classic whump tropes, and sometimes it seems to be used as a way to showcase, "see! The Jedi do care about their troopers!" It seems like an example of the Jedi taking on the caretaker position and being the ones to protect the clones. But it almost always ends up resulting in the clones being forced into a support/caretaker role even when it seems like the Jedi is playing the role of caretaker.

Now, I don't think fics that follow this overall concept are super problematic or whatever. I also think some dynamics like this can work, such as with the Padawans and the clones (though that is for very specific reasons). I really don't want to spread too much negativity or say that anyone who writes this stuff is automatically racist or whatever. It's more of a personal discomfort/distaste than anything and people can write whatever they want, especially since I know the intent behind these tropes are often sweet in nature.

But I do think it's good for us to reflect on the parallels the clones have to real life issues and the way certain harmful tropes and mindsets can be perpetuated through metaphorical allegories (whether intentional or unintentional), and discuss the way we as a fandom treat the power dynamics between the clones and Jedi, especially in regards to things like shipping.

I don't know if I'm making any sense, but please tell me what you think, especially since I think it would be a good thing to talk about.

[callunasims]

Courtlandt Legacy | Part 11 - A New Baby

Daphne has the day off, so Caleb got up early to make her some breakfast before he had to leave for his job. Daphne has entered her third trimester, and she’s feeling pretty good about herself!

As Caleb cleaned up the kitchen, Daphne stepped outside for some morning sunshine while she harvested her plants for work. She figured she should do it now before the baby comes, while she still had time.

 After that, Daphne decided to go back to bed because she was still a little tired. Caleb headed to the library to work on his programming skill – he only had an hour and a half, but he might as well make use of the time! He needed to get a computer, but they were still working on their home in general. Perhaps someday, Caleb!

He spent the morning at the library working on his programming, but as 10 o’clock neared, he dreaded it. He didn’t want to leave his pregnant wife home alone for the day, but they needed the money, so off he went.

Daphne was still asleep, trying to keep her hunger and energy up before the baby came as much as she could. Though as it neared noon time, she pulled herself out of bed once more to get something to eat, and to use the bathroom. She felt like her life revolved around eating, peeing, and sleeping. She supposed, once she had the baby, their life would be like that too, for a while.

It was a beautiful day outside – sunny and warm, not a cloud in the sky. Daphne decided to pass the time lounging in the pool. After all, a momma to be deserves to relax a little bit!

As the end of the day drew near, Daphne started getting frustrated. She wanted that baby out – the eviction papers were being drafted! If she didn’t go into labor by dinner time, she was going to woohoo with Caleb to try and induce labor that way.

Daphne was napping on the couch when Caleb got home. He downed two plasma packs and bemoaned his lack of fun activities… at least until Daphne woke up. With a lil smooch, woohoo was already on Daphne’s mind. Clearly she was ready to go, and Caleb wasn’t about to complain with his fun need so low.

Caleb was feeling great after that, but Daphne… well… the baby was STILL not coming. She went to the library with Caleb so he could practice his programming, and took a nap there. On the other hand, Caleb made more progress with his aspiration! Only two more days without drinking deeply to go!

Finally, just as Caleb was about to skill up in programming, Daphne woke, in labor!

They rushed to the hospital. Daphne was relieved and excited, though Caleb was in a full panic! However, the sims 4 chose to glitch and didn’t register that they were at the hospital so they failed to be able to check in. They went back home instead to give birth to their child. Typical sims 4. Lol

Daphne gave birth to a beautiful baby boy! They named him David Courtlandt

Daphne was exhausted after giving birth. She made sure to feed David, then headed to bed, leaving their newborn son in Caleb’s capable hands. They seem like quite a duo already!

[atamabs]

Dumayo kami ng Marikina para makakakain sa Cardiac Delights— literal na putok batok ang menu nila. Nung una worried ako kasi baka mahighblood si aj, wala pa kasi syang tulog tas ganon ang kakainin. Pero kasi naka byahe na; tas ang totoo nyan, May ko pa gusto kumain dito. Kakatiktok ko to e!

Kasama namin si Mai at Adi, buti game ang dalawa AT buti nasa pinas pa sila. Hahahahaha, si lala at caleb kasi umalis na diba? Anim sana kami.

The food was soooo good.

Bagnet sisig

CPR (Crispy Pata Rice)

Mild Stroke (Pares w/ Bone Marrow)

The Goutfather (Papaitan w/ Bone Marrow)

We also had Liemposuction (Liempo, Java Rice, & Kimchi)

**sad to say na wala akong picture nito

Nakakatawa na halos magkanda buhol buhol mga braso namin dahil kanya kanya kami ng tikim ng ulam ng isat't isa. Natikman ko naman halos lahat, even the bone marrow kaya lang i prefer crispy taba talaga so nagstay ako sa crispy pata, bagnet, at sabaw ng papaitan.

It was a good day. Nakakahappy na naka labas kami aj with friends kahit pa nakakapagod ang byahe.

Nung pauwi na nag-nap kame sa may shell/jollibee sa may taguig, nasanay ako na kung antok si aj he needs to sleep. Hindi kailangan pilitin magdrive. Basta magsasabi na matutulog sa gas station! Hahaha

Happy Tham & happy tummy <3

Thank you, Lord for my friends & my partner. Kahit na hindi ko deserve, lagi nila akong iniispoil kahit pa nung nasa college pa lang kami. 🥹

[sparring-spirals]

*lies facedown* jesus christ caleb is not having a good time