#Of keeping someone you love safe and protected and fed and healthy ''even if'' they had nothing could provide in return

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! reiner braun hcs

i can’t get enough of this man.

cws: yandere themes, slight worshipper themes, the two of you initially met as scouts, aot season 4 spoilers, spoilers in general, kidnapping, kinda all or nothing thinking, some pathetic reiner crumbs bc i love seeing him pathetic, can kinda be perceived as having some form of a personality disorder, forced starvation and dehydration, kinda dehumanization, slight housewife (gn though) vibes but he just wants you to be productive.

— yan! reiner braun who initially fell in love with you during your time in the scouts. he was absolutely enamored with you. you, with all your flaws and rough edges, have single-handedly made it infinitely harder for him to complete his mission.

— yan! reiner who loves when you tend to his wounds. it makes him feel more human, settling further into the delusion that he had always been a paradisian.

— yan! reiner who is constantly hovering around you after he’s come to terms with his feelings. he has to protect you… no, he needs to. no one can protect you but him.

— yan! reiner who ensures that you’re left with someone he knows will protect you when he has to carry out the phases of his mission before leaving to do so. reiner will also immediately look for you when he’s finished, checking you for injuries— big or small, he’ll patch them up with furrowed brows and a firm expression.

— yan! reiner who is a little creepy… and overbearing. when you’re training, he’s training you to protect yourself in a more efficient way. when you’re eating, he’s making sure you eat good, going as far as to give you a portion of his rations. when you have free time, he’s always itching to spend time with you. you almost never have a moment to yourself unless levi has you stationed elsewhere.

— yan! reiner who feels the need to protect you because he’s witness just how bad this world really is. he is the bad… but he can be everything you need if you’ll let him. he needs to be your everything.

— yan! reiner who values your opinion more than his own. he needs your validation and approval and kindness. he feels like a piece of shit already and he knows that you’ll hate him when he completes the final stage of his plan, but god does he need you. he needs you more than he needs air.

— yan! reiner who takes you back to his homeland. whether you’re screaming profanities at him, kicking or screaming, crying or begging for him to let you go… it’s futile in the end. he needs you. he can’t guarantee your protection if he’s away from you. he can’t live without you; you’re his rock.

— yan! reiner who pulls some strings to get you citizenship in marley. shortly after, the two of you are wed. naturally, his family and friends don’t attend since you’re a filthy island devil, but it’s enough for him to finally be marrying you.

— yan! reiner who will never touch you in any way you don’t want him to. he will always respect your bodily autonomy seeing as he already hates himself and views himself as a monster. he wouldn’t want to be even worse of a person to you. as for punishments… well, that’s a different ballgame.

— yan! reiner who, in a fit of anger, would scream at you. he’s done everything for you! he provides for you, he keeps you safe and well-fed, he has never touched you in any sexual manner (unless you’ve given him explicit consent)— he keeps you healthy and safe and you’ll never have to work again! but if you’ve been ungrateful and have been refusing his efforts, unfortunately he wont be able to be the man you want him to be.

— yan! reiner who corners you, roughly jerking you up by your hair and locking you in the basement. he’ll tell you that you can come out once you’ve learned your lesson. he’ll deliver the absolute bare minimum. a bucket to use the bathroom in, stale bread, and a glass of water every three days. how long you stay down there is up to you.

— yan! reiner who will slump against the basement door and sob. he feels awful, but he knows he can’t let you out. he can’t let you walk all over him. it’s even worse that he’s confirming your already terrible view on him.

— yan! reiner who grovels at your feet for forgiveness when you’re finally out of the basement. he’ll bathe you and murmur constant apologies, all while crying about how awful he feels about it. he’ll brush your hair out, wincing as you flinch, and turn around while you dress yourself.

— yan! reiner who will whip up a tasty meal for you, and if you’re unresponsive, feed you himself. he needs to make sure you’re getting the nutrients you need.

— yan! reiner who, if you lost a noticeable amount of weight while in the basement, gazes at you sadly. he’ll go out and purchase supplements for you to take while you recover and insist you stay in bed while he takes care of all the housework.

— yan! reiner who requires you to do things while he’s gone. he at least wants a warm meal when he comes home, and if the house isn’t in disarray it’s acceptable for him. he’ll help you with chores when he gets home— even if he’s exhausted and ready to collapse. he doesn’t want to place too much pressure on you, but he doesn’t want you succumbing to depression.

— yan! reiner who will press a kiss to your temple, forehead, or cheeks. if he’s feeling bold enough, he’ll press a chaste kiss to your lips.

— yan! reiner who will hold you sooo close to him when it’s time for bed. he needs to feel you against him because it helps him sleep. you bring him peace.

— yan! reiner who absolutely has to have physical contact with you when you accompany him to meet with the other warriors. he has to stake his claim. he has to make it known that you’re his, even if the silver band on your left hand speaks volumes.

— yan! reiner who absolutely adores you. he praises you every moment he can. he needs you to understand why he fell in love with you, how lovely you are, and how much he loves you.

— yan! reiner who just wants to love you and be loved in return. he feels like an asshole for ripping you away from everything you’ve ever known but he needs you.

[morgan1413]

Donna Beneviento x Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons - Pets and Grief

TW// Death of a beloved animal, grief, sadness

Donna is very in tune with nature, thus has a vested interest in keeping all wildlife safe, whether that be plants or animals, and indeed pets. She ensures that all of the local wildlife is protected from harm, by feeding and aiding the sick and warding off any unwanted predators and has often taken in small animals to take care of them, particularly if they’re sick or malnourished. From this perspective, she understands the emotional attachment that one can form with their pet animal and respects the connection you have with your pet with utmost respect.

Her relationship with animals, similar to how she is with other people, is very passive. She isn’t one to fuss an animal about, or really play with them more than is necessary. Rather, she allows for them to have their own space in the house where they feel safe and secluded, a reflection of how she wants to be treated as a person herself. Mostly for this reason alone, Donna prefers the company of cats, and has taken in many cats as well as other animals over the years whom she has found in the neighbouring woods, who love and appreciate the shelter she gives for them. Miranda isn’t the loving and caring kind, and so would never answer Donna’s pleas for pets or anything besides the basics, as Donna is deemed by her to be not mentally aware or capable of looking after someone else, especially after what happened to Claudia, so this is her only way of acquiring any form of pet animal.

As a member of the village, and indeed with you being her lover, she delights in the fact that you’ve bought the pet to her residence and does whatever she can to accommodate for your pet’s needs. This includes providing shelter, appropriate food, and learning the behaviour of the animal if she is currently unaware of the breed or species. She isn’t fussy when it comes to the type of animal and doesn’t restrict herself to only caring for mammals such as cats or dogs, and other typical wildlife such as birds or mice. If your pet so happens to be a type of reptile, or even a fish, she will find this fascinating and would do everything she could to care for it to the best of her ability. She sees her caring of the pet as being an extension of her relationship with you, and so will oftentimes perform acts of kindness towards the pet as an indirect means of showing affection towards you. This isn’t to say that she’s incapable of showing you love, but more so that she finds the nature of animals to be far more predictable and indeed manageable than those of humans. If she finds herself particularly overwhelmed or it feels to her as though you are currently unapproachable, your pet is her first port of call towards getting through to you, and she’ll make sure it’s well fed and cared for as an extension of her undying love towards you.

Once she hears that your pet has fallen fatally ill, it comes as a shock to her that rips the breath right out of her chest. She cannot comprehend how upsetting it will be both for her and especially you once your pet finally passes, and so hides her emotions away and keeps quiet, because she can’t seem to be able to process her thoughts into a word or action that would keep you calm. You may interpret this as her not caring or being distant, but over time you would realise that, like most other things in life, Donna struggles very hard with her emotions, and so tends to bottle things up. Over time however, the cracks start to show, and you’d need to support her in being able to vent her emotions in a safe and healthy manner. At the current moment, she tends to hide away and cry to herself, or push you away violently leaving you feeling unwanted at some points. This has only been exacerbated recently as her connection to both you and your pet feels frayed due to your pet’s illness, and the fear of losing either, or both of you, has her spiralling towards a depression she finds it difficult to climb out of. Eventually though, she finds it within herself to take upmost care of your pet during the time it has left on this earth, making sure to never leave its side as it deals with the ailments it has encountered, either through injury, disease, or old age. She finds a new kind of light through caring for an animal towards their demise, rather than towards health, something for which she is entirely unfamiliar with but now sees positivity within through her relationship with you. Whereas before she saw the death of animal as a failure, she now realises it’s inevitability, and how she needs to ensure that your pet passes away with the highest level of comfort and dignity possible.

Your pet finally passing away is a moment of intense sadness and tragedy for both you and her, causing heightened emotions in all manner of ways. For starters, she openly cries in front of you, as a reflection of how you and she must be feeling and feels more inclined to do so than in previous instances due to the shared pain you both feel for the loss of such a respected animal. At first, she sees this as being at detriment to your relationship with her, and so tries to escape by hiding in another room. She is therefore surprised when she hears a small knock on the door and sees you entering. She tries to apologise for her behaviour, but before she can you interrupt her and remind her that actually she’s been a net positive in this situation. You remind her that, although the loss of your pet was a moment of profound sadness, you respect and admire how strong she was when dealing with such an existential crisis, especially in those final few days when she stayed by your pet’s side ensuring that it did not feel alone during those final moments, something which you love her deeply for and admire her for greatly. You spend what feels like moments, but what is in fact hours, cuddled up next to each other, soothing each other from the shared pain you are experiencing from the grief you are currently feeling. Once you both feel calm and ready to share the news, a funeral is held in memory of your pet, attended by Alcina and her daughters, Karl, and Moreau, but not Miranda. This commemoration of your pet’s life is hard on the two of you, especially when recounting the many memories you share with the beloved animal, but through this process you find absolution from the pain and an unburdening of the sorrow you feel towards losing your pet. Together, you console each other through the anguish, and in time learn to deal with life without your beloved pet, and in time come to a point where a new pet feels like a sensible idea, one that both you and Donna revel in greatly.

Thank you for reading this far. This was a very reflexive piece to write given the situation I am currently going through, so I hope that shows within the detail I have tried to convey in my writing above. Please do let me know if you have any questions or things to add to this headcanon via my asks, or anything else to do with headcanons with regards to RE8 characters of any kind that you may like to see me write about in the future. I’m trying to start conveying my internal thoughts using this process, so anything I could use to get my creative juices flowing would be greatly appreciated. Thank you once again 💖

[awesomepawspetstx]

Need a Cat Sitter in Sugar Land? Experienced & Loving Care

Why would you settle for anything less? After all, your feline companion deserves the best. Cats have an independent streak going for them, but that does not mean they do not desire company. If left alone for too long, they may become bored, stressed, or even act destructively. Cat-sitting professionals ensure your cat's happiness and comfort.

What Makes a Good Cat Sitter?

Not all cat sitters are created equal. What you need is someone who:

Knows a few things about feline behavior - Meows, for example, come in a range of meanings.

Is reliable and trustworthy - Your house and pet are safe with those responsible.

Is willing to provide more than just the bare minimum - Play and snuggles are important. 

Expectations Professional Cat Sitting Should Meet

Hiring an experienced cat sitter means ensuring that your cat gets individualized attention. But what exactly does that mean?

Daily check-ins or overnight stays - whichever suits your cat's routine. 

Cleaning of the litter boxes - Frankly, no one wants to see one dirty. 

Playtime and cuddling - A happy cat is a healthy cat. 

Medications administered - Cat will not be neglected due to special circumstances. 

Regular updates - Peace of mind with pictures and messages on how kitty is doing.

How to Choose the Right Cat Sitter in Sugar Land

Not every pet sitter is the right fit. Ask the right questions before you decide.

Do they have experience with cats specifically? Some pet sitters specialize in dogs and might not fully understand feline behavior.

Are they insured and bonded? This protects you and your pet.

Can they provide references? Happy clients mean a trustworthy sitter.

How do they handle emergencies? A prepared sitter is a reliable one.

What About Other Pets?

If you have a multi-pet household, some sitters also offer dog walking in Rosenberg alongside cat care. This is perfect if you have both cats and dogs that need attention.

Benefits of Hiring a Local Cat Sitter

Leaving your cat at a kennel might seem like an option, but it’s rarely the best one. Cats thrive in familiar environments. A professional cat sitter Sugar Land allows your pet to stay in their comfort zone while still receiving top-tier care.

Why In-Home Cat Sitting is Better

Less stress for your cat – No strange cages or unfamiliar smells.

Lower risk of illness – No exposure to other pets' germs.

No disruption to routine – Familiarity keeps cats content.

When Should You Book a Cat Sitter?

The best cat sitters get booked fast—especially during holidays. If you’re planning a trip, don’t wait until the last minute. Secure a sitter early to ensure your cat gets the care they deserve.

Red Flags to Watch Out For

Not all pet sitters are created equal. Be cautious if:

They avoid giving references.

They lack experience with cats.

They seem inattentive or uninterested in your pet’s specific needs.

Ready to Book a Trusted Cat Sitter in Sugar Land?

Finding the right sitter doesn’t have to be stressful. Whether you need daily visits or extended care, an experienced cat sitter will ensure your feline friend is happy, well-fed, and cared for in your absence.

And if you have a pup that needs extra attention too? Many sitters offer dog walking in Rosenberg, making it easy to handle all your pet care needs with one reliable professional.

Don’t leave your cat’s well-being to chance. Find a sitter who truly understands and cares—because your pet deserves the best.

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[bizarrospider]

🕷️ Thanksgiving PSA for Spider-People: 🦃 Feast Responsibly (With a Spider Metabolism!) 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! Thanksgiving is here, and that means food, family, and maybe a surprise villain or two. Before you swing into action—or onto the dessert table—here’s a quick guide to enjoying the holiday without forgetting your friendly neighborhood responsibilities:

1. Help Out in the Kitchen 🍗: Use those spider reflexes to rescue dropped rolls, pass dishes, or carry the turkey safely. Bonus points for using proper kitchen etiquette. (Never startle a chef with a knife in their hands!)

2. Take Off the Mask at Dinner 🍽️: Even superheroes deserve to sit down, relax, and enjoy a meal with loved ones. Just... maybe don’t mention you fought Doc Ock on the way to the table.

3. Have A Healthy Balance 🥧: Enjoy that extra slice of pie, but don’t forget to fuel up on the good stuff too. A strong Spider-person is a well-fed Spider-person, and that means eating your proteins and your greens! (And saving room for desert!)

4. Pace Yourself 🍰: It’s easy to get caught up in the feast, but remember to take your time. Even a Spider-person can’t take down three pies in one sitting! Your spider metabolism is fast, but it can’t save you from post-feast sluggishness, so be mindful of your hunger and give yourself time to enjoy the meal—and avoid the dreaded food coma when you need to be at your best.

5. Be Mindful of Responsibilities 🕸️: You’ve had your feast, but now you’ve got to patrol! After that big meal, avoid swinging too quickly or for too long. Villains don’t take holidays off, but you’re only one person—er, spider. Try to team up with another Spider-person or your other street level heroes if you need to split patrols!

6. Take a Moment to Be Thankful 🧡:

In between bites and battles, take a moment to reflect on what you're grateful for: family, friends, the city you protect, or even just a quiet evening after a long day. Reflect on the people and moments that make life worth saving, and spend time with loved ones. They care about you, even if they don’t know the Spider-side of your life. Connection is what keeps us grounded, and gratitude can fuel your heart just as much as swinging across the skyline.

Happy Thanksgiving from your friendly neighborhood PSA! Stay safe, stay thankful, and keep weaving those webs of hope. 🕸️

(This has been a test of the multiverse broadcast system.)

:0 oooh it’s that time today??! Hurray!

Oh so much flesh and tasty treats to consume and beating someone up >:3

[spider-lily929]

🕷️ Thanksgiving PSA for Spider-People: 🦃 Feast Responsibly (With a Spider Metabolism!) 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! Thanksgiving is here, and that means food, family, and maybe a surprise villain or two. Before you swing into action—or onto the dessert table—here’s a quick guide to enjoying the holiday without forgetting your friendly neighborhood responsibilities:

1. Help Out in the Kitchen 🍗: Use those spider reflexes to rescue dropped rolls, pass dishes, or carry the turkey safely. Bonus points for using proper kitchen etiquette. (Never startle a chef with a knife in their hands!)

2. Take Off the Mask at Dinner 🍽️: Even superheroes deserve to sit down, relax, and enjoy a meal with loved ones. Just... maybe don’t mention you fought Doc Ock on the way to the table.

3. Have A Healthy Balance 🥧: Enjoy that extra slice of pie, but don’t forget to fuel up on the good stuff too. A strong Spider-person is a well-fed Spider-person, and that means eating your proteins and your greens! (And saving room for desert!)

4. Pace Yourself 🍰: It’s easy to get caught up in the feast, but remember to take your time. Even a Spider-person can’t take down three pies in one sitting! Your spider metabolism is fast, but it can’t save you from post-feast sluggishness, so be mindful of your hunger and give yourself time to enjoy the meal—and avoid the dreaded food coma when you need to be at your best.

5. Be Mindful of Responsibilities 🕸️: You’ve had your feast, but now you’ve got to patrol! After that big meal, avoid swinging too quickly or for too long. Villains don’t take holidays off, but you’re only one person—er, spider. Try to team up with another Spider-person or your other street level heroes if you need to split patrols!

6. Take a Moment to Be Thankful 🧡:

In between bites and battles, take a moment to reflect on what you're grateful for: family, friends, the city you protect, or even just a quiet evening after a long day. Reflect on the people and moments that make life worth saving, and spend time with loved ones. They care about you, even if they don’t know the Spider-side of your life. Connection is what keeps us grounded, and gratitude can fuel your heart just as much as swinging across the skyline.

Happy Thanksgiving from your friendly neighborhood PSA! Stay safe, stay thankful, and keep weaving those webs of hope. 🕸️

(This has been a test of the multiverse broadcast system.)

Adding to this, if anyone doesn't have someone to celebrate with, or would just like a place to go, my home is open to anyone!

[venusimi]

《 I hate and love you 》

PROMPT: “It sucks because I want to hate you, but I can’t.”

Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, confrontation, angst with a happy ending

Mammon-centric, slight demon brothers bashing (it gets SOMEWHAT better I swear on my life as a writer), it might also be ooc so I hope I got it right.

TW: Implied alcohol abuse and mentioned drug usage

His accent also comes and goes and I'm too lazy to fix that lmfao

Now, Mammon is a strong demon. As the second oldest and second strongest just below Lucifer he is someone powerful and rightfully feared by many demons and humans alike.

He rules over one of the 7 layers of hell and was—still is—Lucifer's right hand man since the beginning of their time.

However, despite the amount of things you hear from demons and humans, the truth behind close doors is something that would completely alter your perception of the 7 princes of hell.

Leviathan himself admits that he could never defeat Mammon in a fight and he's the third oldest.

But because of the fact that Mammon is the second born, powerful and all, he is forced to stay strong. To remain unaffected by the negativity and continue to rule over his part.

Remain unaffected.

Stay strong.

So he does, he lets his brothers feel comfortable enough to hurt his feelings. To tell him he's weak when he's not, to call him scummy, a douchebag, and to kill himself.

His brothers truly love him, no?

He loves all his brothers. He wouldn't swap them for anything, but the real question is would they swap him for anything?

He tries not to think hard about it, he can't show any form of weaknesses. Not even to himself.

Weakness.

He simply will not allow it.

If Lucifer could then why can't he? He's his right hand man, he must always be the great Mammon, otherwise, how would Lucifer feel relaxed and do his own work? Lucifer stands to help them live, Mammon protects his brothers if not from physical harm. That's his duty as the second born.

He was never good at lying so he simply never say anything and quickly changed topic while trying to act as normal as possible, he doesn't want his brothers' pity. Not in the absolute slightest.

But acting like nothing's wrong also meant that he had to take regular emotional beatings from his brothers.

It wouldn't have hurt as much if they weren't brothers, but they were. They knew each other for thousands of years, they've been together through even the darkest times so the amount of hurt it gave Mammon whenever they insulted him was like the fall all over again.

The pain in his heart, the agonizing pain as his head and back grew an extra set of body part was incomparable to hearing them say derogatory words towards him.

He was the one that swallowed his own feelings to take care of his brothers when they first fell.

He took care of Lucifer when his Pride wouldn't let him rest.

He stayed awake with Leviathan when his insomnia gets the best of him.

He helped Satan sneak in some cats and took the blame for it.

He made sure Asmodeus didn't get any disease from his outings every night.

He made sure Beelzebub is always fed but not overfed.

He was the one that brought Belphegor back to his room when Beelzebub wasn't home.

He took care of them when their body couldn't stomach the hellish food, he made sure they ate something to tide the hunger.

He made sure they slept when the nightmares were too awake for their liking.

He made sure they were healthy, happy, and safe when no one else could.

He did the dirty work when no one liked them.

How was that any fair to him? Sure they didn't ask for it but he still did it anyways, he made sure to keep them alive and well to survive.

He would have done so anyways even if it wasn't needed.

He loves his brothers after all.

The alcohol intoxicated his head, it flowed throughout his body and it felt like he was flying.

Mammon rarely ever gets drunk you see and because of that, he's a lightweight but not as much as Belphegor and the others. Compared to Asmodeus and Lucifer he definitely is a lightweight.

He comes home drunk with a bottle of Demonous in hand, he drank 3 whole bottles which is way past his usual limit.

He rarely gets drunk because of his modeling gig.

His headaches get so bad with flashing lights and he's very irritable which won't be good if demons started avoiding him, he needs money too.

What time was it? He didn't have his phone with him.

He practically breaks down the door if only it wasn't already opened to begin with, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.

"Mammon."

He lifts his head up, "....Hah?" He slurs.

Lucifer sighs, "You promised to come home early tonight for family movie night. Why are you drunk? And it's an hour past 'early'."

Mammon frowns. He stumbles when he walks in and pushes past Lucifer then down to the common room.

"Mammon!" He ignored his brother's call.

He gulps the last of the Demonous and throws it across the hall, shattering the glass into millions.

He didn't know what he was doing.

His body burned with alcohol and some sort of drug that helps him get high and completely forget about it all, he didn't want to do it but it just felt so enticing.

He didn't notice how his brothers flinched at the shattering of glass.

His eyes were gold, all previous self control be damned.

"Mammon, are you... Drunk?" Satan frowned, he wasn't a huge fan of drinking. He hated the scent of alcohol and Belphegor could relate too but his twin sometimes drinks and it helps him fall asleep faster.

"'m not drunk!" He slurs, he was louder than usual which was a sign itself.

"Are you high?" Asmodeus would know.

"No!"

"You are." Lucifer sounded angry, but Mammon wasn't really Mammon at the moment.

"I said, 'm not drunk." He walks up to the eldest and glares.

"You're so hostile, you're not usually like this Mammon." Leviathan scans the older demon cautiously, as if he would pounce at any given moment.

"Me? 'm always like this! What do ya mean!?"

"You're usually loud and arrogant, scummy and very stupid but right now you're neither of those things other than loud." Belphegor continued.

"...Haaah? Who're ya callin' arrogant and stupid?" Mammon was quick to stand straight, ready to let out his wings and show who's dominant but Lucifer stands in between as if trying to tell Mammon not to do something he'll definitely regret.

"You're drunk and intoxicated, let's go to bed."

"Shaddup! Ya act so high and mighty when yer really just the same as all of us so quit actin' like yer the boss of me!" Mammon does not move however.

Lucifer stumbles very slightly, "Excuse me? Who are you talking to?"

"Obviously you, who else would I be talkin' to?"

"You're so snappy today..." Beelzebub mumbled to no one in particular, he does his best not to be heard. He is powerful and incredibly buff but even then he still can't beat Mammon in a fight so if a fight were to break loose, his main priority would be Belphegor's safety, seeing as he is the weakest of them all, and getting Mammon to calm down.

Luckily, Mammon was too angry to hear Beelzebub.

"You're bold when you're drunk Mammon." Lucifer was in his demon form.

Mammon should be cowering in fear and yet he is standing tall with his own demon form out, "Woah woah woah! You two calm down!" Asmodeus leaps in between them.

"Satan! Help!" Asmodeus was panicking, he had never seen them fight before.

"Quit it you two! Mammon, do you know why we treat you the way we do? It's because of your shit attitude! You get so snappy at the smallest things and blame us for it." Satan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh so yer blamin' me for the shit I didn't even want? Callin' me names and makin' fun of me? Ya haven't seen shit so quit actin' like yer innocent! How is it any fair that I get to be the center of the blame? I never get to indulge in my sin like yall without getting hung upside down for it!"

"Your sin is expensive and it causes me trouble, it's not easy having to clean up the mess you made and try to sweep it under the rug to keep your pristine reputation as a prince of hell!"

"My reputation is my greed. As long as I keep takin' and losin' it all then everyone shouldn't raise a brow if I suddenly get killed for it plus, I can't control it! I am a demon, Lucifer. Ya should understand the best! Yer stupid pride just won't admit the fact that yer wrong, plus, Beelzebub is just as expensive as I am! He destroyed an entire restaurant because they had nothin' more to serve, ya think he's cheap? Ya really gotta redefine your version of 'cheap'."

"How does taking everything you own and losing it all apply to your reputation? Your logic makes little sense." Asmodeus rolls his eyes at his older brother, half aware of what he meant.

"If ya keep drinkin' eventually, you'll get drunk and throw up, right? But it's just too good to stop. It's exactly like that for greed. Every demon in Devildom is aware of how I work, but I will stop at nothing to get exactly what I want. I am aware of my shit actions, okay!? And so are you! But I can't help it!"

"You keep yelling like that's gonna help!" Leviathan yelled back at his older brother.

Mammon grits his teeth bitterly, "None of ya understand do ya? Do I gotta spell it out for ya so you'd understand? Do you have any idea how many nights I stay up thinkin' about my own mind and how I hate it here!? Have ya ever wondered why Lucifer hasn't hung any of ya for the shit you guys pull!? Ya think Lucifer would have let you off for stainin' his favorite coat, Satan? Or when Belphie spilled coffee all over his documents that he needed for next week? I fell instead of ya! It ain't fun but I knew how harsh he is, only I can handle him without breakin' but all of ya combined? There's only so much a demon like me can take..."

Mammon holds back tears because that's what he always does, that's all he does anyways. He can't do anything else about it other than to hold back any feelings that could be used against him.

The silence was loud, no one knew what to say.

Lucifer notices the tears.

"Mammon-"

"-Just... Shut up. Please."

They were silent again, eyes strayed away from each other. Suddenly the shattered bottle, the walls, and the floor was interesting.

They start to notice the little things.

How there's a new vase that looked similar to the one Belphegor shattered except it had gold lines as if it was being kept together.

Beelzebub hated this, Belphegor knew.

"...Mammon, listen. We're sorry, okay? We didn't mean to make it seem that way but if you had told us sooner-" Belphegor tried to reason but Mammon was far too intoxicated to bother.

He turns away.

"You were always good at manipulating others Belphie. That's the youngest for ya..." He mumbles before leaving.

Lucifer steps in front of him.

"Can you get out of the way? I'm tryna get back to my-"

"You are not leaving until this is resolved. What do you think of us? Do you think we don't love you?" Mammon stares at him with dead eyes.

"Ya love me? Doesn't feel that way."

They stared in silence, Lucifer felt awkward. "Believe me... Believe us, Mammon. We'll try our best to be better just please be honest with us, tell us how you feel?"

Mammon didn't respond, he honesty didn't want to.

"Y'know, it sucks because I want to hate you, but I can't. It's almost impossible to feel a tinge of hatred for ya when we've been together through the darkest shadows. But because I can't hate ya, I can't love ya either, right? So I feel nothing. Not anymore. I care for ya but that's definitely just because I have built a system in my mind to care for anyone I consider by family, I care, but not enough ta stay."

He pushes past Lucifer, stumbling through the halls. Though his words were slurred, it was clear as daylight. They knew and understood but they couldn't bring themselves to speak.

Lucifer straightens himself, "We'll fix this as soon as possible, but for now I think he needs time to himself."

The eldest's voice was low; like a whisper, almost.

No one said anything.

No one could.

[starry-blue-echoes]

BeastStars - everyone's beast forms tend to be very open with affection, often moreso than the human form without conscious considerations to hold them back, but it tends to be in... less then desirable fashion.

Alligator and Wolf brain agree, bringing Polnareff a severed limb of prey to eat is the appropriate way to tell him you love him and he is a valued member of the pack. Sheepdog brain says who cares if your mouth is still covered in gross zombie guts, Speedwagon is sad you need to go give him an affectionate lick! Snake brain says hide somewhere warm with someone you trust and warmest spot you can reach is squirming INSIDE Caesar's shirt. Peacock brain says do a fancy dance for Okuyasu (that Okuyasu WILL NOT understand but others will) and cat brain says you need to mark him with your scent. Including the artificial parts of it, like the scent of hairspray that's become an integral part of your own scent.

And so on.

DHSBVDHBVHDBRHRVD Y E S S S S S S S

there's no worry about having to hide emotions or keep up a front or Human Social Norms, if they love their friends and family then dammit they're going to show them they love them <3

Jotaro just wants to make sure his pack is well fed! Their senses are so dull and they don't have any claws or teeth, so it's a wonder they're as well healthy as they are. A healthy and fed pack is a happy pack, and he just wants them all to be safe

I did a bit of reading as well, and Jotaro's probably going to be REALLY physically affectionate too. Wolves apparently show trust and affection with close tactility, so he's going to be allllll over them. He almost knocks them over when he leans into them because of how heavy and big he is

what if Jonathan's Sheepdog Brain also starts seeing Speedwagon and Co as sort of his "flock" in a way. He wants to protect them, keep the safe, and most importantly keep them together. He's their guard and their guide, and he wants to do everything he can to keep them alive and see from danger (this then makes Zeppeli's death hurt so much more. His flock was already so small, and now it's become even smaller)

and the mental image of Joseph trying to sneak up Caesar's shirt is made so much funnier by the fact that Joseph is W A Y bigger than him srufhbhdbd. He almost rips the shirt trying to snuggle into it and Caesar ends up being knocked over because of how heavy the mass of scales and feathers is

Okuyasu becomes Josuke's favourite perch. He's constantly demanding the other boys attention, be it with pets or scritches or just being there. He loves to groom Okuyasu's hair and Okuyasu in turn is one of the very very few people who's allowed to clean his feathers

I'd imagine Post Canon there's something of a Not So Passive war going on between Stray Cat and Josuke. Both are fighting for Okuyasu Affection rights and keep trying to replace the other's scent on him with their own, and they both fight. So much. It rarely gets physical, but there's a LOT of screaming and puffing up to make themselves look bigger

Giorno's the most reserved out of them all, and rarely shows affection. But when he does it usually involves a lot of playing around and cuddling. He also likes to "dance," aka what bees do to guide other bees, and will often times bring back/make flowers and honey. Maybe he even makes a small hive with honeycombs if they ever end up settling down somewhere which he uses to store it and keep it safe

and Jolyne........ yeah still trying to figure out what animal she is so To Be Decided djrbgjhdrb-

[kittehkwrites]

Streets

“No Final Fantasy can we end these games though? ” - Doja Cat, ‘Streets’ (2019)

Summary: Trevante finally decides to say something, revealing to you how he feels and it leads to something the both of you only thought could happen in your dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, angst?, smut

Can be read as a stand alone, or as a continuation to Like I Want You

No backing down now. He thought. 

I've been goin' through some things 

I struggle with my inner man 

“I have something that  I have to get off my chest.” He said. 

There was no hint of playfulness laced in his voice like usual. 

No this was serious and it made you shiver.

Trevante couldn’t help but still get nervous around you and it took everything in him to not kiss you again.

The feeling of your soft lips gently caressing his back in shock but with such fluid motion and the current running between you both was something you wouldn’t mind feeling again. 

Baby, we tried to fight it

We all been there some days

“ I like you. Ok? I’ve liked you since we started hanging out more and i got to know you more but

Thought I needed something else

And acted like I was okay

“But I always thought you weren’t interested in me like that cause you’d always call be your friend and yea there may have been a few times of playful flirtin but I figured that just how it’d be with us and i didnt want to say anything when you would talk to me about those assholes you’d go one dates with and clearly didn’t know how to treat you”

We just had to work it out

“If I knew this was how you’ve felt, or what you thought we could’ve saved us so much time and mindless pinding over the wrong people...”

You thought of all the times you went on those dead-end dates with guys that couldn’t hold a conversation to save their life or the ones that talked so much that it irritated you to no end and how you’d go to Tre and he’d be there. Waiting on you with open arms, hanging onto your every word and giving you advice.

That’s why you thought he didn’t feel the same. What man would be so selfless? 

You wanted to leave and try to move on in hopes of protecting yourself when really you were causing more problems and you could’ve potentially caused him to lose interest..

And baby, I needed space

“I’m sorry for trying to basically avoid you at every cha-” 

“It’s alright. I guess you wanted to protect yourself from disappoint like you’d normally be on the receiving end of, but i'm not them and I can definitely say that without a doubt, you’d be my queen and not second fiddle against the juvenile excuses some of those dicks told you back then.” He was right. He’d always treat you so nicely and you misread it as friendly behaviour when for him he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay out of fear that someone would take you away or treat you in a way you didn’t deserve.

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

You're pouring your heart out

“we are idiots aren't we?” You both laughed, breaking the silence and it made you both feel lighter knowing you’ve spoke your peace and to have the next person feel the same made you want to float above the clouds even more than you were now. 

“I guess we are, but it makes it interesting.” He said, softly in your direction.

His smile was gracing his face and it made you melt to know that he felt the same and to know that he was there even when you tried to leave, made you feel so dumb to keeping your mouth closed about how you felt and you were sure your friends knew but wanted to leave you both to doing what you were doing incase they were wrong. 

You held me so down

All those nights you’d go to him about those aint shit niggas that wasted your time...

So down I never grew

You didn’t see that as a sign of his attraction. Just as a sign of his friendly nature and you blamed it on your lack of healthy relationships before meeting this great man that you knew no one could compare to.

Yon knew that no one else could hold you down like he did.

I tried to find out

All those guys were nothing. 

They meant nothing like the man sitting next you did in your whole time of having feelings for him but you wanted to make sure that it wasn’t you that was self-sabotaging these short term talking stages or relationships, if you can even call them that.

When none of them came through

But it wasn’t you. You thought, as you looked at his structured face, glancing over every little feature from his eyebrows to the hairs in his beard. They just weren’t him and you knew that now. 

now I'm stuck in the middle

And baby had to pull me out Like you

That night brought on an onslaught of feelings and emotions but you both remained outside until your friends called it a night and he sobered up to drop you back to your place.

The ride was comfortably silent with fluttering glances and the soft music playing through the speakers made you feel safe and right about the future of this “friendship” between you two.

Like you

Over the next few days, you both facetimed, called, texted whatever way you could keep communication open, you both did it and it was like old times again, except you both knew the others feelings and it changed from “friendly” to him essentially courting you in a way you both hadn’t put an exact label on but you both knew it was exclusive and no one could break that apart.

After a few dates and some more group hangout, you both managed to agree on having a “sleepover”, but this time it wouldn’t be like normal ; no friends or interruptions, just the two of you and it made you nervous but excited for the days to hurry past.

The days indeed were passing quickly and you made sure to pack an extra set of clothes and some nice undergarments incase you got the chance to change into it, or you’d have another opportunity to wear it for him and you knew he’d appreciate it with the way he always compliments you and your body when given the chance and it made you even more sure that he was the one that was it for you as he didn’t comment on the weight but when you wouldn’t be noticeably be eating a lot around him because you were worried about your college work and submissions he’d subtly give you food during the shared study sessions you’d have with him and your other friends. Similarly, you’d make sure he was eating when he had finals or a sports event.

You guys felt that bonding and caring was leading towards the formation of something beautiful and stable.

When the day finally came, you told him you'd forget to mention the offsite visit you’d be taking to see an exhibit on african american and afro-caribbean art being held for the month

He was happy that you were happy. 

The way you were gushing about the work you’d see and how the artists all incorporated the ideas of the diaspora, feeling lost but building some form of unity in their situations brought chills to you and the other students that accompanied the tour. 

He loved seeing your pictures that you sent when you got there and when you got the chance, you’d take pictures with the artists and creators.

He knew you’d forget to text him when you reached back to the campus or if he’d need to come get you, to which you’d appreciate seeing as the others seemed to want to stay longer than you had hoped and others had already gone and you didn’t feel like getting in other people’s cars that you werent too close with. 

Could you come for me in the next hour?

You asked and saw the three dots before his text came through.

Send your location.

That was his text to you and you weren’t about to lie and say you didn’t feel the little “flutters” as you pictured him laid up and thinking about you like you were him.

Location sent.

This is it. You thought. 

No holding back. You convinced yourself, mentally as you continued moving around the exhibit to look at the other pieces you didn’t get the chance to yet when you guys were allowed to take a break as they were opening up some of the other areas for public viewing now

Closed mouths don’t get fed and you were hungry you argued as you saw his latest text that he was on his way, wondering where the time went but anticipating the activities you’d both get into.

You began to look around a few more times before making your way to the front of the building after saying your ‘bye’s, nice to meet you’s and see you later’s.

Leisurely walking to the front you stayed in the cool conditioned air of the building, awaiting the man that managed to continuously surprise you with his bold, straightforward nature.

Glad I brought my bag and waxed the other day so no worries about any fuzz being down there, if things went as you’d hope, you thought before opening the glass door seeing the next he was around the corner and then seeing him pull up to the front.

He pulled up to the front of the building as you made your way outside of the facility.

You watched as he got out of the 1973 Chevrolet Impala you would often watch him work on,

or he’d offer to take you in to go on those long drives that would make you think things once you saw him drive with one hand and his seat back.

Like you said, it made you think things.

He came over to you and walked you back in silence.

Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

The cool air brushing over his exposed arms.

The wind carrying his scent that hit you as you slightly trailed behind him, before coming up to the car door and opening it for you while taking your bag and placing it in the back.

And it’s motherfuckin’ scary

He shut both doors and made his way round to the drivers side, getting in and buckling up himself before stealing a quick glance at you as you did the same.

“Ready.” The click of your seatbelt heard before your voice altered him.

He looked over at you, one hand on the gear stick, and the other on the wheel before racking his dark pupils over your shy-seated form. You saw as he but his plush bottom lip before his lips formed a smirk that made your thighs clench.

She better be ready. He thought as he knew that this shy act you had going on was only turning him on more and he wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours yell his name like he dreamed.

Y’all made it back to his and you were met with the warmness and enticing scents coming from within his space. 

“I made your favourite.” He watched you walk in slowly, eyeing you again before waking in the light trail of your perfume and body lotion that left you smelling like candy and he wanted to have his dessert now. 

You were so consumed with what he said and what he’d done that you hadn’t responded. He turned and looked to you as he made his way ahead when you stood frozen at what he had done for you when you thought no one would ever do such a thing. 

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

“Princess?” There goes that nickname that had you shivering slightly and gave him a chance to openly gaze into your beautiful eyes with a look of confusion at your silence in regards to food.

“Huh? Oh! No! that’s great. I was starving.” You expressed and progressed to his smaller dining room, still shocked at the set up of your favourite laid out and you knew it wasn’t order either because you’ve watched this man cook and always taste tested so you knew you weren’t about to be dissapointed.

“I told you to stop starving yourself. You need me to start bringing you lunches again?” He cared. The fact that this fine, tall, dark and handsome man was willing to come to you and bring you lunch still was getting you all warm, along with the delicious food that was hitting the spot.

This man is bout to get it, you thought before sitting and enjoying the food he prepared.

Both sitting under the dimmed lights and intimate atmosphere he managed to create with what he had, intensified your emotions and the glasses of wine you had with dinner got you to loosen up. 

He didn’t want to force conversation. He was ok with just being in your presence and for that, you knew he was the one and you’d do anything to keep him happy and ‘Let a ho know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing’ (or whatever it is Doja Cat said.) You’d thought as he ushered you to his couch after collecting the plates and placing them in the sink before returning to you.

He saw you and couldn’t help but think about you being his. Like actually his.

I could take you to the parents, then to Paris

Plan a motherfuckin' wedding

Tonight i’m gonna make her mine and there’s no doubt about it. 

He sat so close and for a second, you felt those shocks you felt the night he first kissed you when your legs touched.

You couldn't help but look at him and see the burning desire he had in his eyes. It was the same for him, seeing your deep pools looking at him with adoration and contemptment that he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for your love, even though he could guess you loved him the way he did you. 

You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry

I'll put the ring on when you ready

There was a split second.

Then clothes began to drop around your retreating forms, leading to his room.

The kisses were hard and passion filled. Hands grasping body parts.

Hot skin against hot skin. 

The soft glow of the candle he’d lit in his room providing him with enough light to tell that you were ok with this but he still had to make sure 

“You sure about this babygirl? Cause once we start...I don’t know if i’ll be able to stop.” He voice dropped many octaves and resonated deep in your soul to the point of setting off a gush between your legs that had you mindlessly nodding your head at the man.

“Words Princess.” He gripped your chin and kept that intense eye contact.

“Yes sir.” The name set off something in him and he had you flung across his mattress, head between your legs and hands gripping your thighs while he kept his eyes on your face contorting in pleasure. 

We play our fantasies out in real life ways and

No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?

He made you cum with a powerful orgasm but you knew he could do better and he knew that he was just warming you up for one of the best nights of your life...besides marrying him and having kids together. 

THAT’S how sure of himself he was that he’d ruin you for anyone else.

Could you blame him tho? He finally has you how he’s been dreaming about and he isn’t gonna hold back in let you know how much you mean to him. He’s gonna make sure you feel his love for you like he’s been saying.

You give me energy, make me feel lightweight (Woo)

He saw you come down enough to get on your knees, staring into his face like he was yours. 

You saw your essence glistening in his facial hair, the moonlight that made its way in and added to the soft glow of the candle made him look like a beautiful shade of blue and near obsidian black. 

Your hands making their way up his sculpted arms, joining at the chest and making their way down his sculpted torso, leading to his happy trail and the prominent tent in his jeans that you couldn’t help but rub your palm against.

“No teasing, Princess.” His voice snapped you out of your day dream of the erect member laying between his thick thighs, encased by the light washed jeans. 

You looked up at him through innocent eyes and you swear you saw his pupils dilate even more, overtaken by lust as he brought his hand up your stomach, corse palms over your delicate skin and thick fingers wrapping around your neck for a tight squeeze before he gently pushed you back onto the bed once he saw you close those pretty eyes and bit your lip at the action. 

Like the birds of a feather, baby

He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed before he started to remove his denim bottoms. Eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his muscular legs, taking his boxers off at the same time before standing at attention once kicking them off.

You couldn’t help but look down at the one-eyed monster between his legs and he took notice at the way you looked at him.

He gripped the base of it before calmly saying “Don’t worry baby. You’re a big girl and I know you can take it.” His hand pumping slowly at the look in your eyes and the wetness between your legs. 

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his tip causing you to let out a whine at not being able to feel his girth in your mouth.

“Don’t worry Princess, you can have a taste later. Right not i want to feel that sweet pussy gripping this fat dick, that alright?” He said a soft voice but it was gruff that it had you getting slick even more at the dominance he had in that moment and the way he put receiving on the backburner. 

You just nodded you head and he got close to you to rub his tip between your folds, lubricating the condom with what you supplied. It was a sight for him that he had to think of anything besides busting in the condom then and there.

We real life made for each other

He made you look at him before pushing into your wet valley. He took his time as you relaxed and felt every hot inch insert itself so deliciously slow.

And it's hard to keep my cool

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t like the gentle strokes he was giving to let you adjust, however you knew he wanted to go faster and harder if he was as sexually frustrated as you were from subpar partners.

Cause you’re a one in a million 

There ain't no man like you

It was like he was reading your mind. 

After he noticed you moving your bottom half off the bed to meet his strokes, he grabbed your legs, placing them over your shoulder, not missing a beat and going deeper into your depths.

“Oh shit tre!” He had to let out a breathy chuckle before he felt you grip his dick with your tight walls. That caused his body to jerk even deeper before he could process it and had him releasing a deep grunt you don’t think you’ve ever heard from him before.

“Shit Princess. Got this tight pussy grippin me like this? Who said you could do that?” He was gonna make sure you knew who was incharge in the bed room but you had a surprise for him when you were able to catch him off with the slip of a whispered ‘daddy!’ that made his hips stutter and him lose focus.

You were able to get him on his back, his large member not slipping from your clenching muscles and managed to start grinding on the massive amount of muscle lying beneath you.

“I did. Nigga” You went in after that.

Trevante watched in awe at the way you were taking him, knowing this position meant you’d definitely feel him in your gut if you sat completely over his pulsing, thick pole.

You planted your feet on either side of his hips, hands moving through the wisps of hair sprayed across his chest and switched the pace of your movements.

Up. Down and grind then up again.

He wasn’t going to lie and say that you were riding him like the perfect woman, like he’d always imagine after hearing about the way a woman could trap a man with good sex, he finally believed it with you over him.

That intense i contact was adding to the pleasure for you both and he couldn’t help himself. He brought his hand down on your ass quick and hard before gripping the round flesh in his hands and picking you up to lay back on the bed again before he started to pound into you faster once he saw your eyes rolling back and felt your pussy clenching him even harder.

“You gonna cum on this dick babygirl? Huh?! Answer me and take it like a big girl!”

all you could do was nod your head and repeatedly chant “Yes Yes Yes Yes” even after he finished speaking to you.

You layed under him a blubbering mess but wanting to prove to him you weren’t a punk.

“Cum on this dick Princess. I want to feel that pretty pussy cum all over this -fUCK! THAT’S RIGHT!-yea cum on this dick! Make it yours bitch!”

That word did something for you.

“I’M CUMMING.”

“Then cum bitch.” He whispered into your ear and it ignited the spasms and feeling of pure bliss of release.

He watched you convulse under him and he felt his sack tighten at the way your face looked that he couldn’t take his eyes off yours even for a second.

“Look at me bitch! I said look at me!” He gripped your cheeks between his large hand and got you to face him, seeing your dazed state and then he recognized you were going to cum again.

“You gonna cum again? You like this? Huh?” He waited and raised his leg onto the bed, bending it and forcing your legs to go wider by taking them from around his hips.

He had you so confused in this position. 

You didn’t know if you wanted to run or stay there but you knew it had you cumming closer. Then you felt a smack to the face.

“I asked you a question! Answer me!” His loud voice, deep and all baritone like bounced off the walls at his command.

“Yeees I’M CUMMING!” You responded, equally loud you were sure the neighbours would hear but they should mind the business that pays them you thought.

You were getting the pounding of your life and didn’t want to have to stop because of nosey people calling security to check on the unit.

If they didn’t know what was going on, then that’s tough. But you were gonna make sure you got railed well tonight.

He didn’t know what came over him but he had to say it

“You love this dick baby? You love how I feel inside you?” His voice was still deep but that roughness made you tingle and he felt the flutter of your walls over him

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

“FUCK! I feel that pussy gripping me even tighter!”

He looked at you and you managed to pry your eyes open and stare into his as he said what he felt was right in that moment.

“You wanna be my girl? Huh?” His eyes still held list in them, but there was a softness as he slowed down to ask this, coming closer to you to pepper kisses over your face and embrace you.

“Yes!” You loved the way he felt but you wanted him to go harder so when you pleaded “Harder Tre! Please? I need you to go harder” He fixed his position and granted you your wish by pounding into you harder and faster, his gentle thrusts out the window and your ecstasy written all over your face.

You tried pushing his hips away but he smacked your hands away, grabbing both wrists and coming to you closer and to your ear.

“You gonna cum when I tell you to? You gonna be a good girl for me?” He watched you in pleasure of maintaining his composure and not cumming the first minute he sunk into your velvety pussy that he couldn’t even manage would feel so heavenly as it does now.

“Yes” You sounded so pathetic and it turned you on more than you thought possible at being so dominated but the big heap of dark, thick hefty muscle plowing into you made you feel safe even with his belittling of you but you knew it was only for the sex. 

“Yeah? My girl huh? You’re so pretty under me.” He whined. It was so beautiful to hear so loud into your ear in the close position he was in. 

This close proximity made you feel so connected and had you tearing up a little at the fact you knew he was still being gentle with you and it brought you closer.

Trevante looked down at you and saw the cloudy look in your eyes. He knew you were cumming again and he was right there with you so he let you go and pushed one of his hands between your sweaty bodies, finding your clit and stimulating you double time to climax together.

He saw your eyes rolling back when he felt that tightness in his sack before he shouted out to you,

“CUM! CUM ON THIS DICK!” He roared out to you.

It was a rush you hadn’t been prepared for as he managed to get faster but his rhythm started to become irregular. He still managed to hit that deep spot in you that had you going crazy when his tip would rub over it and all that could be heard was you both climaxing then heavy breathing.

He continued to grind into you slowly, careful that it may hurt you but he wanted to ride out the best orgasm he’s had in awhile, and knowing that it was with you made him want to keep his dick deep in you.

If it wasn’t for the condom, he’s sure he would’ve gotten you pregnant and totally stepped up to the plate to take care of you and his seed.

Like you

He couldn’t believe that you were here, in this moment with him and he had to make sure you know that you were all he could ever want and more.

He raised up and you whimpered at the loss of warmth he provided and the way his body calmed you down after such a session.

“None of that.” He said, leaning back down to place a gentle kiss to you lips “I’ll be back Princess” and then slowly pulling out of you to tie the condom and through it away. 

You couldn't help but watch his retreating form go into the bathroom and come back with a damp rag to wipe you up and then leave the room to get you some water and lay back in the bed with you next to him. 

You both stared at eachother once he got back in the bed and you managed to fix yourself in a comfortable position, not caring about the sweat or the way you may look like a mad woman.

Instead, you brought your hand up to his cheek and watched as he closed his eyes before puckering his lips, leaning to you for a kiss that you happily gave him and he pulled you to lay on his chest.

He thought you had fallen asleep as you hadn’t moved in a while and knew he had to catch some sleep to if he wanted to get up early and make you something for breakfast. 

He planted a soft kiss onto your forehead, gripping you tighter and released a content sigh.

I found it hard to find someone like you

He wasn’t going to let you go and for a moment he thought he heard you say something but he passed it off as fatigue from the intense session the both of you just carried out after months of sexual frustration and tension. 

Trevante didn’t know that you were still awake and said that you loved him 

I can't be without you

You knew you weren’t gonna run anymore and he was it. Your one in a milllion and you would do everything to keep him, like he would you.

He held you tighter before finally closing his eyes, a small smile on his face.

And I can't be without you

He hadn’t heard you say you loved him...

but that’s neither here nor there.

You’d be alright with saying it again when you both were awake and not high off sexual energy.

Like you.

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Hey y’all! 

Sorry this took so long🥴 Been busy with uni and some other personal stuff so I put this off longer than intended🥴

But what’d you think, hope this met the standards and was worth it? 

Don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment 😊

Hope you’re staying safe, checking in on your friends and loved ones and taking time for yourself :)))

Love you all and thanks for the support.

-K💜

[where-theres-smoak-2]

Oh man I was scrambling trough tumblr tag and I saw this LB quote about Aleksander: "The Darkling is beautiful, I wanted to create a leader who was charismatic, appealing, a dictator you could imagine yourself following, an antagonist you couldn't just dismiss. [...] The Darkling is beautiful and broken and had a rough childhood, but he's also a brutal, manipulative monster with no regard for human life. He's dangerous because he's seductive, because he evokes sympathy.

…I just don’t even know when to start with this? Can she come off as anymore ignorant and offensive by trying to sound so woke. I mean “beautiful and broken”?! Are you kidding me?!

(Book Spoilers. Trigger Warning: Trauma and Mental Health)

Hmm well I'm not sure you could really sum it up as a 'rough childhood' more like a rough life filled with alot of trauma that has left him isolated and struggling to form human connections. Also I'm not sure I like the term monster for someone who is made the way they are through trauma and also the line about him having no regard for human life is just false he has lines he wont cross which is why he didn't harm the grisha children in book 3 and he was never going to because he values their lives. To be honest though I had some issues with the way LB dealt with trauma and mental health in the books. Not just with Aleks either but with Sergei too, actually I found the way she treated Sergei and his mental health in the last book rather appalling. Sergei is established as being severely traumatised by losing Marie to the point where he struggles to function properly. I think out of all the characters in the trilogy he's depicted as having the worst trauma, all the other characters have bad dreams and what not but Sergei really does find it debilitating and he struggles with day to day tasks like eating, sleeping and even just walking/travelling takes its toll on him. But Alina's attitude towards Sergei at times was troubling. To be clear though I'm not blaming the character for this as it was just the way she was written but she seems to consider Sergei weak and his mental health a hindrance. Here are some extracts from R&R the first is right after Sergei accidently revealed Genya's real name to Nikolai:

I shot to my feet. “What happened?”

“Sergei let her real name slip. He seems to be taking to heights about as well as he took to caves.” I released a growl of frustration. Genya had played a key role in the Darkling’s plot to depose the King. I’d tried to be patient with Sergei, but now he’d put her in danger and jeopardised our position with Nikolai.

Sergei was nowhere to be found. Probably a good thing, since I didn’t have time to give him the pummelling he deserved.

And like I understand that this must have been a frustrating situation but Alina knows that Sergei is struggling with his trauma and that he didn't mean to cause anyone any harm. I can understand her frustration but I really don't like the line about the 'pummelling he deserves'. I just don't like the suggestion that a person who is clearly suffering from a mental health issue deserves to be punished for making a mistake because of his trauma. Here's another instance where Alina is annoyed at Sergei:

Sergei had slowed us during our fight with the militia. He was unstable. I could apologise, offer useless words, but I didn’t know how to help him, and it didn’t change the fact that we were at war. Sergei had become a liability.

Again I get the frustration but again I have issues with the suggestion that because they are at war Sergei should just pull it together. Or even this image that's being painted that people who have mental health issues are just a burden on those around them. People in real life who suffer with similar mental health issues like depression and anxiety often worry about feeling like a burden to their loved ones so this could be really triggering for them. Then there is this from Baghra:

“We came to find you. What’s the matter with that boy?”

“He’s had a hard time of it,” I said, leading them away from the tank room.

“Who hasn’t?”

“He saw the girl he loved gutted by your son and held her while she died.”

“Suffering is cheap as clay and twice as common. What matters is what each man makes of it."

This one really troubled me because its like LB is saying that you can control your own trauma or decide how the trauma is going to effect you. It's again this suggestion that Sergei is weak because he struggled with his trauma more than others did. But the part that actually kind of disgusted me when I read it and I actually had to stop reading the book for a bit because of how much it upset me is how the characters talk about Sergei after his death. Alina had sent Sergei away because she felt he had become a liability and he then went back to the darkling and told them all the information he had on Alina and co. This move was obviously one born of his trauma and was made out of desperation. On several occasions Sergei has said he is struggling with feeling safe and no matter how hard he tries he never feels safe. Alina even tells us that Sergei had gone back to the darkling looking for reassurance and safety which really makes sense, this man grew up at the LP the one place where grisha could be safe, he grew up under the protection of the darkling. Then he chose to stand with Alina and went through the trauma and grief of losing the woman he loved horrifically in an attack against the LP which was his original safe place. He then never feels safe again so it would make sense for him to go back to what previously had made him feel safe, the LP and the Darkling. But this is what the other characters say about Sergei after he is killed by the darkling:

I sat beside him, unsure what to say. I remembered sitting like this with Sergei in the tank room, searching for words of comfort and failing. Had he been scheming then, manipulating me? His fear had certainly seemed real.

Abruptly, Zoya said, “I should have known Sergei couldn’t be trusted. He was always a weakling.”

Though that seemed unfair, I let it pass.

“Oncat never liked him,” Harshaw added.

Genya fed a branch to the fire. “Do you think he was planning it all along?”

“I’ve been wondering that,” I admitted. “I thought he’d be better once we got out of the White Cathedral and the tunnels, but he almost seemed worse, more anxious.”

Abruptly, Adrik snarled, “I’m glad Sergei’s dead. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to wring his neck myself.”

Steel is earned. Adrik had that steel, and so did Nadia. She’d proven it again in our flight from the Elbjen. A part of me had wondered what Tamar saw in her. But Nadia had been in some of the worst fighting at the Little Palace. She’d lost her best friend and the life she’d always known. Yet she hadn’t fallen apart like Sergei or chosen life underground like Maxim. Through all of it, she’d stayed steady.

And yes again I understand why they feel betrayed but they knew that Sergei was struggling and instead of understanding that Alina is accusing him of manipulating her and Zoya is saying he couldn't be trusted and that he was a weakling. To be honest it kind of reminds me of the way people talk about the darkling. Instead of recognising their trauma and trying to understand they jump straight to well they were a bad, untrustworthy person who was manipulating me.

Then there is the last part where Alina is thinking about how Adrik and Nadia are strong because although they faced trauma they were able to keep going and keep fighting but not Sergei, Sergei was crippled by his grief and his trauma and this means he was weak. Maybe its because I have struggled with crippling mental health issues myself where I couldn't even get out of bed let alone do anything else but I just found this implication that Sergei was weak really offensive to those who do struggle that way. People deal with trauma in different ways and whilst some people can fight through it and will just have a keep calm and carry on attitude others can't, others just fall apart, but that doesn't make them weak. I also don't think this 'just carry on and push through it' attitude towards mental health issues is necessarily a healthy message. If you need help then you should ask for it and be able to have access to it. LB could have used this as an opportunity to show a character who is severely traumatised getting support and help to work through his trauma and heal. But I feel like nobody really helped Sergei and any comfort or support he got seemed to be grudgingly given and there was more of an attitude of I'll try to help you because your issues are a hindrance to me than because any of the characters actually cared about him and wanted to help him.

Sergei and the Darkling were both characters that were 'beautiful and broken' but neither one of them was given the support or help they needed. Instead they were painted as either weak or as a monster. So what kind of message does this send to readers who also struggle with trauma and mental health conditions?

[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

can i request a childhood friends to lovers with annie and gn reader? :)

Of course!

Also sorry if you wanted a fic, this just worked out a lot easier in headcanon form haha

Also also, I also accidentally wrote some implied fem reader but it’s a little too late to take it out now, whoops. It’s still 90% GN though hahaaa

Annie with a childhood friend S/O: HCs

AU: Canon

Warnings: Season 4 spoilers

It had all started with the fall of Wall Maria

You lived with your parents inside of Wall Rose your whole life, so the sudden influx of people following the attack on Shinganshina was a bit to get used to

But then you met Annie

She was twelve, the same age as you

She didn’t talk much, and especially not about her life before the attack, but you did know that she was supposedly orphaned in the chaos

When you talked to her at first, you had felt pity for her

After all, she had lost her home, her parents, and was now abandoned in the middle of the overcrowded and overpopulated cities

And even though she remained mostly emotionless, there was a slight tug on her features that made her look quite... sad

So, with much convincing from you, your parents agreed to let you take the poor girl in for a few weeks, until the panic had died down and an orphanage would take her in

You weren’t exactly abundant with food, shelter, money, or really anything, but you made it work

And Annie, though dedicated to her cause, couldn’t help but find herself indulging in your presence

Even with Reiner and Bertholdt, she truly longed for a close friend that she didn’t associate with through the Warrior Program

So, even after Annie was eventually taken in to an orphanage, you two remained friends

You would always walk up to the front door of the building she stayed at, and the second the lady would answer, you would ask for Annie

Nearly every day the two of you would hang out

You’d take her with you as you ran out to get groceries for your parents, and you would always buy an extra loaf of bread behind your parents’ backs to give to Annie—since you knew the kids at the orphanage were never fed enough

You’d talk to her excitedly about whatever was on your mind, and even though she seldom talked much, she’d listen patiently to every word you said

And, whenever some kids started to pick on you, they’d be on the ground in a flash, noses bloody and crying out obnoxiously

Even though you appreciated the sentiment, you’d usually have to pull her off them so she wouldn’t go too far

And, after the first few incidents, you were practically invincible. Nobody wanted to touch you in fear of retaliation from Annie

Slowly, as the two of you grew closer, she told you more about herself.

Her father was the one who taught her to fight like she did, and she strived to one day make him proud

It made you quite sad, to see her talk about family with such a sad smile, whilst you had a perfectly healthy and intact family

In the very rare instances where she would vent and cry to you, you’d hold her and reassure her that her parents love her no matter what, and that you’d always be there for her

You swore that the two of you would do everything together.

So, when Annie signed up for the military to get revenge for her parents, you signed up too, to follow her and keep her safe

She paled when you told her, telling you to stay home where you’d be safe, and that she promised she’d visit you whenever you could

But you just smiled and told her that you promised to stay with her no matter what, and that you weren’t gonna leave her alone

It was there, fifteen years old, that she realized she had fallen for you

Being in the Cadet Corps together only further strengthened the bond between you two

Not only did it give you the chance to meet Bertholdt and Reiner, who were her other best friends she met in the orphanage

But, by some miracle, you and Annie were selected to share a bunk, much to your delight

It took a few days of convincing her, but eventually she started sleeping in the same bed as you

You had told her, “We’re just friends, it isn’t weird!”

And you were right—partially

It wasn’t weird when you were twelve and oblivious, but now that she was hard crushing on you, it was much different to her

When it came to daily life and training, the routine was almost always the same

You’d wake up and get breakfast with Annie, sitting with her in silence since you were usually too sleepy to make conversation, but sitting close to her nonetheless

Occasionally, you’d be so tired that you’d lean your head on her shoulder and take a quick nap before practice

She tried to look indifferent, but her red cheeks always betrayed her

Then you’d go out and train for hours with your assigned training partner, Mikasa

She’d almost always destroyed you in combat, but you learned a lot from her, and came to befriend her over the months

Annie would always get jealous of yours and Mikasa’s friendship, so you’d occasionally have to talk to her about it in one of your many late night talks

You’d see her facing away from you—opposite of what she’d usually do—and you’d know something was wrong

You’d tap her shoulder, and when she turned to face you, you could always tell something was wrong

So, you’d ask her what it was, and once she finally spit it out that she thought you and Mikasa were getting really close, really fast, you’d be quick to reassure her

You’d grab her hand and pull her closer to you, always causing her to blush, but you’d thankfully never noticed it due to the dark lighting

“Annie, I know how you feel. I get it. I’m close with Mikasa, yes, but she’s nowhere near your level. No matter what, I’ll always be your closest friend.”

And it always felt so bittersweet to her.

She was glad you held her so dear in your heart, but the word “friend” was like an arrow to her heart

She treasured you so dearly, your friendship alone already filled her life with joy and fulfillment

But she wanted to be closer to you

Even if it compromised her mission

Which is something that came up more than once with Reiner and Bertholdt

They could tell she was crushing on you, and were less than pleased

Bertholdt tried to reason with her, to coax her out of it gently by telling her how getting close to her would only end up in pain. Because, in her own words, she was a traitor, someone who’s done such unforgivable sins that they’ve become unlovable

Reiner, though, has a much harsher approach. He knew how protective she was of you and your wellbeing, so he often threatened your safety if Annie ever tried to get closer

Once, in an argument, he suggested “getting rid of her permanently,” but the terrifying glare she sent him proved that that option was completely off the table, unless he wanted to face a furious and grief induced Titan shifter

Which, he didn’t. So, he never brought it up again

Despite all this, she was very hesitant to confess to you. Bluntly put, she didn’t think you liked her back.

You acted the same as you did when you were child, and she was the same as she had always been to you—a close friend, but nothing further

Of course, you always loved her, but how was she supposed to know that?

Still, as time went on, it became more and more obstructive

Her thoughts and insecurities kept her up at night, yearning to love you while you lay sleeping mere inches away from her

It ended getting so distracting that she just decided she didn’t care if you reciprocated or not, she needed to get it off her chest

Even if there was a tugging feeling at the back of her mind that you would say no, and the friendship would be ruined

Still, she couldn’t bear to hide her feelings, so she came up to you one day after breakfast and shyly asked to meet her behind the barracks after afternoon training had finished

You casually mentioned this while training with Mikasa, but she only laughed

She knew Annie had a crush on you—it was obvious to anyone who was paying attention to how she acted around you, really—but decided to keep quiet, encouraging you to see what she wanted

So you did

When you walked around to the meeting spot, you saw her leaning against the wall biting her nails, a habit that only came out when she was really stressed

She didn’t seem to notice you at first, so you called out her name and smiled and waved when she saw you

“So what is it you wanted to talk about?”

She clammed up at first, staring at the ground nervously

You found this behavior really odd for her, considering she always appeared so confident and put together

And here she was, blushing and fidgeting like a schoolgirl

In an effort to ease whatever her concern may be, you grabbed her hand in your own, running your thumb over it

“It’s fine, Annie. You can tell me anything.” You smiled warmly

It gave her the final little confidence boost she needed to confess

“I... Y/n, I’ve always treasured our friendship no matter what. I feel like no matter what happens, you’re always there for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that, for having a friend like you.”

She paused and took a deep breath before continuing

“I don’t wanna make anything weird between the two of us, but this has been weighing down on me for ages. Fuck it... I love you Y/n. And I— I know you don’t like me back, that’s okay, I just want—!”

“Annie.” You spoke calmly, cutting off her panicked mumbling

Her flustered-ness was adorable, you thought, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit

And Annie’s heart dropped

Poor girl thought you were about to reject her

But, after a moment, you spoke

“I love you too, Annie.”

And those were the best five words anyone had ever spoken to her.

Although it wasn’t apparent on her face, she was absolutely overjoyed that you returned her feelings

She felt like, for just that moment, no matter what happened, she would be happy because she was with you

She immediately jumped onto you, wrapping her arms around your neck and lifting her feet off the ground, nuzzling her face in your shoulder

You returned the affection, moving one hand to her lower back, and the other one tangling in her golden blonde hair, undoing the messy bun she always kept it in

After that, the dynamic certainly changed between you two

In a good way, of course

She no longer felt weird about cuddling closer to you at night, waiting until you had gone asleep to press her chest against your back and spoon you

At mealtimes, whenever you went to nap on her, she would always carry you to bed instead, and claim you weren’t feeling well when Shadis asked her

And she’d totally share some of her food with you if you were feeling extra hungry

You two technically were keeping your relationship a secret, but everyone knew anyway

Especially because, every morning, you two were always the last to get up, so all the other girls could see the two of you cuddling and sleeping together so comfortably

So when the two of you eventually announced your relationship on your three-month anniversary, everyone was just kinda like “was it supposed to be a secret?”

But the two of you spent your years as Cadets together, and the both of you couldn’t have been happier

Then, one day, it came time to pick a regiment

Since you both made the top ten, Annie tried to convince you to join the Military Police with her

You two could live peacefully together inside of Wall Sina, safe from all the titans, and paid handsomely enough to live comfortably

But you were hell-bent on joining the Scouts

You said that you were gonna help protect society from the titans, and now that you had Eren on your side, saving humanity actually seemed possible

She was horrified when you told her, however

The Survey Corps had such a high, high mortality rate, and the chances of you being dead within a year of joining were alarmingly high

She almost considered joining the Scouts with you, to keep you safe

But she knew she had a mission to carry out, and that mission couldn’t progress without her joining the Military Police

So, she swore that she would write letters and visit whenever she could, but she was going to join the Military Police

It was hard for both of you, at first

Neither you nor her had slept without the other in well over four years, so the sudden shift was incredibly lonely

You’d always spent time together during your days off, though

You’d go back to your hometown and visit your parents for the day, courtesy of the horses provided by the Scout regiment

Hitch would also constantly tease Annie about constantly writing letters to you, but Annie would always snap back “At least I have a partner.”

And it always shut her up

When the time came, and she had to shift into a titan to attack the Scout regiment, per Reiner’s instructions, she was terrified

She knew you’d be one of the little soldiers out there, and she doubted she could tell you apart at a glance

If she accidentally hurt you, or god forbid, killed you, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself

Still, she had to go on with it

She never had a chance to check whether any of the countless bodies that day were you, so you can imagine the pure relief she felt when she received another letter from you in the mail

But upon reading the contents of the letter, her heart dropped a little bit

Sure enough, the “abnormal titan” you had encountered was all over it

You detailed seeing it up close, and watching helplessly as she crushed your comrades left and right, and how lucky you were that the titan skipped over you

A twinge of panic came over here on realizing that she was this close to accidentally killing you

But, she bit the bullet and wrote back, the letter reeking of faux concern

But, when the day came that the idea of Annie being the Female Titan was brought up, you were distraught

They made a good point, though. The titan looked quite like her, for starters

When you had first seen the titan, chasing behind you, you recognized the icy blue eyes right away

You pushed the thought to the backburner of your mind, but you couldn’t deny that when you looked at the titan, the first thing you saw was Annie

They brought up other things too, such as fighting style, her apparent absence that day, and others

All overwhelming evidence of her being a traitor

But you argued

Of course you argued

Why wouldn’t you argue?

Annie was your everything, she was there for you for years

You had known her from the day she was a lost, lonely orphan, spirit trampled just like the walls themselves

She was always so loyal to you, she would do just about anything to keep you, and her friends, safe

But, the responsibility fell on you to corner her

Hange had given you an ultimatum that day

“If you truly believe she is innocent, then you should have no problem helping us investigate, no? Lure her into a corner, and we’ll see if she truly is a titan.”

At first, you weren’t sure what to do

Part of you was appalled by the idea

Incriminating your lover? Out of the question. On the very very slight chance that she was a titan, you weren’t gonna be the one to pull the trigger

But the other part of you was filled with blind faith in her

She would never do something like that. There’s no problem in clearing her name

So, you agreed, and one day, you pulled her aside from her Military Police duties and told her to take the day off with you

She agreed in an instant, following you around town to the “destination” you had in mind

But she froze when you tried to lead her down the tunnel

A small seed of doubt planted itself in her mind

‘Is Y/n... trying to lead me somewhere where I can’t transform?”

So, she stalled, trying to make up her mind whilst spouting out excuses of being scared of the dark

But then a sound rang out

A shout, or a whistle of sorts

And all of the sudden, countless soldiers ran towards her at all angles, holding her arms behind her back and putting a cloth gag in her mouth

She didn’t piece it together right away—or rather, she didn’t want to piece it together—that you had, in fact, set her up

It wasn’t until you stood on the steps to the tunnel, staring into her eyes

And you didn’t move to help her

You had promised, back when the two of you were little, that you would always follow her and always protect her, no matter what

She realized at that moment that you weren’t there to save her

You were there to trick her

So, she pulled out the spike on her ring finger and cut a small gash in her finger, and lighting sparked and materialized out from her, before a puff of smoke and flesh manifested

Your mouth was agape the whole time

So she was the Female Titan...

A traitor...

You had known her for so long, and this is what she really was?

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that the sweet little lost girl was truly a heartless murderer

But the evidence of that fact was standing right in front of you, 15 meters tall

You were frozen in place, still standing on the stairwell

You expected to be squashed like a bug without hesitation

You couldn’t imagine Annie ever doing that, but at the same time, you couldn’t imagine Annie being any bit of what she was right now

But, to your surprise, she didn’t

She kneeled down as delicately as she could, given the confined space of the street

And brought her thumb to your back, rubbing it gently a couple times in a comforting matter, almost like she was trying to say “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

But another quick flash of lightning brought her attention away from you

Another shifter

Eren.

You watched in shocked horror as the two of them wrecked through Stohess district

They fought, and fought, and fought, destroying buildings and sending wreckage everywhere

But, at the end of it all, she was reduced to a mere doll stuck in a crystalline prison

You were able to recognize one thing, though

Her face, mere moments before crystallizing

She was crying

You longed so horribly to reach out and stroke the tears from her face, yet two feet of impenetrable glass separated her from you

You visited her crystal every day

Waiting for something, someone, anything, to break her free and return her to you

You were so sick and tired of the war, of the fighting, of the heartbreak

But the universe showed no signs of giving you a break, though, as you were always called upon to fight again and again

To fight the titans, and then to fight the other traitors, Reiner and Bertholdt, and to fight Marley, watching in horror as Paradis repeated the actions the Warriors had done to Shinganshina so long ago

Yet, still, you visited Annie through it all

Checking up on her, updating her on your adventures and how the story was unfolding

And you knew it was mostly pointless—after all, she couldn’t hear you at all

But you stayed and talked, waiting indefinitely for her to wake up

Because, all those years ago, you had promised to be by her side and protect her no matter what.

[ketamineharry]

Small Bump - Harry Lewis

Requested: Yes ~ Hi Nikki, I hope you’re well. I was just wondering if you could write an imagine based on Small Bump by Ed Sheeran, it doesn’t matter which boy it is. Thank you x

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

You looked down at the two red lines, not quite believing what was about to happen or how much your life would change. Having been with your partner, Harry for a matter of months you weren’t quite sure if either of you were prepared or ready for this life changing event. Especially considering that you were still at uni, and Harry’s YouTube career was only just taking off.

Telling him was going to be the hardest part. To say that Harry could be unpredictable was an understatement. As endearing as it was to you, Harry wasn’t always the best at reacting to things. A mixture of being socially awkward and socially anxious, he always wanted to do what was right but it never really came out in the way he had hoped.

You could feel your hands becoming more clammy, as you walked into his bedroom, his stream ongoing as he guessed one country or another on Geoguesser. He was knocked out of his little bubble though, when you rapped your fingers on his door. As you clutched the pregnancy test in your other hand.

He beckoned you in, as he ended his stream. As you sat on his bed, you presented him with the positive pregnancy test. A breath hitched in your throat as you awaited his response, milliseconds felt like an eternity. Before you had time to process what was happening, he had enveloped you in a hug.

“I’m gonna be a dad.” He beamed, as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re not annoyed then?” You asked, as you nervously chewed your lip.

“It’s come out of the blue, but it’s not a complete stinker, we’re gonna have a baby.”

You nodded simply, as he pulled you in for a quick kiss. One of his hands cupped your face, as the other gently found their way to your abdomen. Resting there for a few moments, as he stared at you in awe.

“I do have one request though,” he began, his tone playful. “If it’s a boy… Can we call him Harry junior? It’s the perfect name for the strapping donny he’s bound to be.”

“I’ll consider it.” You jested, as you pulled him in for another kiss.

Nothing could have felt better than this moment, you were absolutely sure of it. You were about to have a baby with the person that you loved most in the world, a human who was going to be half of you and half of him; yet total perfection.

-

As the weeks went on, Harry continued to prove that he was the perfect dad to your unborn baby. Waking up at all hours of the morning, making sure that you were fed and hydrated. Going out to the twenty-four hour shops to get you, your food cravings.

He had even taken to speaking to the small bump that had started to form. It had become a favourite pastime for the both of you, as you sprawled out on the sofa, your legs resting up against a footstool. While Harry rested his head on your bump, telling your baby about their future uncles and the crazy filming schedule they had. Occasionally pressing soft kisses to the skin.

“You have been quite the surprise little one, but as soon as you’re here… our future begins with you.” He whispered softly, as he interlocked his fingers with yours. A look of complete bliss, spread across his features as he looked up at you.

“I still can’t believe you’re growing a little donny in there. You amaze me.”

“We’ve still got a long way to go. I’m only at ten weeks, which means there’s approximately another thirty to go. But, if the little one decides to show up late, like their father… there’s no telling how long they’ll be.” You joked.

-

It had been a long twelve weeks, but it was finally time for your first scan. As long as everything was fine here, you were going to be able to tell your loved ones that you were expecting a bundle of joy. Harry was dying to tell the boys that they were going to be uncles, especially since they had all wanted to be uncles for each other’s children for the longest time.

As you went in, Harry helped you to get onto the bed. Holding your hand. The midwife applied some cold gel to your stomach and pressed the fetal doppler on your abdomen.

The loud ba dum ba dum ba dum, of your baby’s heartbeat filled the room. You had never heard anything like it. It was without a doubt the most beautiful sound that you had ever heard.

“That’s our baby.” You whispered in disbelief, as you looked over at Harry. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he smiled back at you. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your wrist.

The appointment drew to a close, with you both content that your baby was happy and healthy. You couldn’t wait to be able to tell everyone, starting with your respective families. Including the sidemen boys, and your closest friend from university Lucy. Everyone was ecstatic, and excited to meet the future Lewis.

-

It was early one Thursday morning when you first felt the pain. Not wanting to wake Harry, you crept to the en-suite. Hoping it was just the baby making itself known, the first feeling of a little kick. You pulled your pyjama pants down, and to your horror you were faced with a sea full of red blood.

“Harry.” You screamed. Panic overtaking your system. The amount of blood wasn’t normal for your level of spotting, you got the odd amount every now and then. But this was an amount that you weren’t used to.

Harry rushed into the bathroom, as he took in your state of panic and bewilderment. He frantically searched the bedroom for some clothes. After collecting some underwear, a pair of joggers and a loose fitting top, he thrust it at you. The air thick with the sense of an emergency.

“Whatever’s going on, I’m sure it’ll be ok.” He assured you. He took your hand in his, as he gently led you to the car, strapping you in before going around to the driver's seat.

“But what if somethings wrong?” You questioned. The very real possibility of something being wrong with your baby, knocked you sick. Even without the baby with you, you had motherly instincts. You wanted to protect this being at all costs.

“Even if the baby has something wrong with it… it’ll be ok. We’re fighters and I can assure you, our baby is too, Y/N.” He said, as he attempted to reassure you with a half smile.

The ride to the hospital felt like it took an age. According to Harry, it was only fifteen minutes. Again, he took your hand and gently led you into the hospital. His optimism being the only thing that allowed you to function. He explained to the receptionist what was going on, and yet again, he led you to the correct department.

He instructed you to sit down on the metal chair, as you waited to be seen. The pain, however, just increased. With it almost being unbearable.

“Harry, please get someone. Something is wrong with our baby.” You whispered, between hurried breaths. Half to do with pain, half to do with panic.

“Excuse me,” he shouted, as a nurse walked past. “We need some urgent help, please.”

He explained the situation, and the nurse took you both into a private room. She retrieved fetal doppler from a drawer, and again placed the cold gel on your stomach. She placed the gadget on your skin, trying her best to locate a heartbeat. It was a vain effort, however, as one couldn’t be found.

“I regret to inform you…” the nurse began. But you couldn’t bear to hear it. Nothing could compare to the sadness that you felt in that moment. The most natural thing that your body was supposed to do, yet it had failed to do so. If you couldn’t keep your baby safe enough to carry it until full term, how could you ever have thought that you were going to be able to protect your child throughout its life.

“Harry, tell her she’s wrong.” You demanded. “She has to be wrong. It’s our baby.” You whispered, turning to him for some sort of conformation or comfort. But it didn’t come.

For the first time in your relationship, Harry was silent. He didn’t know what to do to make it better for you. He didn’t know what to do to make it better for himself either. As the tears streamed down both of your faces, he turned to you and broke the silence for the first time in the last couple of minutes.

“It’s not your fault and I still love you, more than anything. We’ll get through this I promise.”

[sunsbled-archive]

NEW MUSE :     FANDOMLESS .

NAME :   calix . ALIAS :    cal ,  callie . AGE :    unknown . STATUS :    active . OCCUPATION :    revenant .

LOCATION :    unknown ,   wherever his younger sister is . WEAPON :    you don’t want to know . MOTIVATION :    unknown .

HEIGHT :    223 centimeters ,    7′3 WEIGHT :    unknown . NOTABLE FEATURES :  semi - see-through skin ,   looks like a human raccoon .

BACKSTORY :     growing up with an abusive mother who loathed calix for simply existing and despised his younger sister, malari, for completely ruining her chances of being reintegrated into a proper life. abusing calix became a second thought the second malari was born. calix, who loved his little sister more than anything tried his best to keep her safe, to bear the brunt force of what their mother subjected them to. until eventually when their mother threatened to burn him alive if he kept his sister hidden from her, malari snapped and hit their mother over the head with a stone from outside their little abode. she died, leaving the siblings orphaned and with little hope. to afford the minimum amount of food needed to stay alive calix, now the sole provider for his little sister, began to work every job given to him; forced his already malnutritioned body to work even when he physically couldn’t.

constantly mocked for his appearance, calix found comfort in his little sister who would do her best to work as well; small jobs, nothing to strenuous, to support them both as well. calix never opted to say anything but most of the time he went with little to no food to ensure malari was fed well; mostly kept alive by his love for his sister. she was going to have a good life, and he would ensure that. until the day a drunkard, a vile man much older than the two of them, came to their little abode to take malari with him; calix, panicked and desperate to keep her safe fought him off with all he head. except he was weakened and tired and it didn’t take much for the man to finish him off. but rather than dying as he should calix, desperately clinging onto the last of his energy, vowed to always protect his sister - to make the man miserable for the rest of eternity should he harm her. he doesn’t know if it was the fact he just killed someone or the threat and pure hatred in calix’ eyes that caused the man to flee, but in his last breath he tried his best to comfort his little sister. saying she no longer had to carry the name of a disease as their mother intended, that he would always protect her and that she would grow up healthy and strong. and thus, with his last breath, he gave his sister a real name. “valentina”.

he doesn’t know what happened next, has no recollection of what had happened to him but when he awoke his body felt light and yet heavy at the same time. he was laying in their home, valentina huddled up next to him as though to seek comfort. he tried to hug her only to find his once thin, lanky arms had become strong, muscular. that the veins in his arms were prominent as though his skin was near see through. the rest of his body, too, has become much more stronger and had ceased hurting. only later would he find out that his sheer desire to keep his sister safe and her desire to keep him alive had somehow triggered something ancient that had turnt him into a revenant. bound to his sister until her lifespan ran out.

ever since he had been hidden away in a necklace she wore, coming out whenever she required help or needed him. until eventually the necklace was dropped, calix forced to come out. he doesn’t know what happened to valentina, doesn’t know where she is. all he knows is somewhere, in one of the realms, and he can’t even pinpoint which one, she is alive. or at least her energy is. so now he travels, seeking to find his sister while avoiding as many humans as possible. his status as a ghost has made him a popular victim of the church and hunters alike; but he has not harmed humans, yet, because he is too focused on finding his sister.

PERSONALITY :    calix is a tired, easily annoyed individual who speaks in a way that draws out most of the syllables. his raspy, almost grating deep voice combined with his dishevelled appearance and ridiculous height have made many people shy away from him. good, as he does not care for most people. all he truly cares about his finding his sister, finding out what happened to her. how he can still sense her energy after several hundred years of separation. he tends to be easily frustrated, not necessarily with people but because every time he seems to come close to finding his sister her energy is suddenly somewhere entirely else; and without knowing which of the realms it is, it enrages him to keep being separated from her.

he has a soft spot for children, particularly those coming from poorer backgrounds or with abusive parents. he may not necessarily do a lot to help them but he will offer to get them out of their old situation should it not keep him off his sisters trail for too long. he tends not to speak to people usually, but has a tendency to talk to dogs or cats given that they usually do not understand him.

he is uncomfortable with his new body as a revenant; knows that he was brought back to be at the age where, under better circumstances, he would be in his physical prime. but it is new, strange and foreign and he is, even now, not used to looking like this. he has heard off - handed comments about almost being handsome were it not for how unkempt he appears and every time it has made him incredibly uncomfortable. he doesn’t know how to handle people being kind, nice to him and it shows in the way he will hesitate to respond, question their intentions.

[lokisprettygirl]

What can I say, the handsome Bodyguard and y/n crept into my heart 💕💚🖤

Y/n has such a fragile soul and aching heart (thanks to mum and dad😡) but she's so strong...and has to be together with someone like Steve 🤮...WTF is wrong with him? Red flags everywhere🚩🚩🚩Hit a woman? Being so rude with her? Cheating at her. Everything of that surely not for the first time. She sleeping with other men is just her desperate try to find true love and attention...the wrong way of course but she doesn't know it better. I won't talk about Steve at this point 🤮🤮🤮🤬🤬🤬. Why does nobody protect her? I would never stay with a man like him, not for all the money in the world...she definitely needs THE Bodyguard .

Loki's heart and soul got broken, too. What happend that let him keeping up the walls around him? What are his Skeletons in the closet? It's getting very interesting 🤔. But he cares about y/n. Her behaviour isn't healthy...lots of sports, doing exercises too hard and some kind of eating disorder. But who can blame her. Her parents told her she, her body, her eating habits are not okay. It was cruel to tell her that nonsense. Why are parents like this😪. Her parents really don't care about her...does her father even notice that y/n is 'stealing ' his money?

It's understandable that she ran away when Loki fed her, she's not used to get attention for her person, her well being and her needs.

There's always a tension between y/n and Loki. He wants to protect her and take care for her but hesitates (trouble, she's trouble🤔😏). Y/n needs and craves genuine attention, she provokes him permanentely and pretends she just wants to bed him. Deep inside she suspects he could be the man to give her all of love and attention she needs and deserves. In little moments we can see her true self. Her sneak out with Loki to the animal shelter is one of these scenarios. Animals give you the most genuine and purest love you can get, they don't judge you. That's what she's looking for but she needs a person to do that and I'm sure she has so much to give ...maybe exactly what Loki needs😊🥰. At the animal shelter he got a hint of the real Y/n and after that he can't see the ' spoiled little princess' in her anymore.

At least...Paris. What is her mission? Hopefully just a fuck buddy 🤣🤣 and another kind of trouble😉😂

I LOVE THIS and ooops you did it again...I'm addicted 😍🥰. I love you, my Queen 👑

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

First of all I love you so much 😘💕 the lack of response is really making me want to drop it again but thank you for taking the time to respond and give your review 🥺💚

I think its not both of her parents but just her dad. Her mom used to feed wher well as kid like she said and shes dead, we saw y/n missing her when she was high. Steve is your typical misogynistic rich pos. He deserves to stay alone.

Yup she's not eating enough for that heavy workout she's doing and it will backfire sooner or later. I think she feels safe with him which isn't something she has felt around men in her life until now. She knows she is capable of sleeping with him but then he'd have to leave like her other bodyguards or it will get complicated. I don't think she wants him to leave ;)

Paris just wants to fuck him. For now 👀👀

[glowingspence]

Extended Family

"What if Cat had Spencer's child and Spencer is left to take care of it? At least he has an old friend to help him.”

Chapter 2

Summary: Savannah and Derek take them back to their house.

Word count: 1854

Warnings: Self-harm

Ao3

Chapter 2:

"He seems to like driving in the car" Spencer assumes when his son falls asleep quickly after driving off. He sits next to him on the backseat, facing him and having one hand on his stomach. "Where will he sleep?"

"We still have the crip we used for Hank in our bedroom we never came around to put it away"

"I wanna sleep next to him."

"You can, pretty boy. You can sleep in our bed for the night and tomorrow we will rearrange stuff okay?" Derek offers and takes the next turn. "How long has he been with you?"

"This morning"

"And he drank the bottle?" Savannah questions.

"Yes, the nurses at the hospital taught me what to do and JJ was with me."

"That's good, where is Cat now?"

"Hospital and then back to prison."

"Did you see her?"

"Yes, she didn't even cry when they took him away from her." Spencer tells them. "She would have gotten sick of him pretty quickly."

"He has you so that won't happen."

"What do I do when he becomes like her?"

"That won't happen. I know you will make sure of it."

"What if he becomes like me?"

"That's a good thing don't you think?"

"No, I mean what if he is autistic to. And what if- what if schizophrenia passed onto him-"

"When he is autistic, he is lucky to be growing up with you. If someone would understand him then that's you." Savannah assures him. "And for the schizophrenia, you would know the signs and get him help but these are huge things to worry about for a one week old child, right now he seems perfectly healthy and everything else we will see."

There is silence for a few minutes. Morgan after some time recognizes what it's about. "Spencer, you won't become your father. You aren't capable. You won't hurt him on purpose I know that,kid."

"You don't know that"

"I know you, that's enough."

"He is smiling in his sleep" Spencer exclaims seconds later, flapping his hands in excitement. "Look he is smiling"

"My mom would now say that he is flirting with the angels." Savannah tells him. "Hank would do it all the time."

"You do too, pretty boy" Morgan adds. "You talk and you have strong facial expressions when you dream."

"Really?"

"Yes, sometimes I would wake up to you just bubbling in your sleep."

"You never told me that." Spencer states with a frown not taking his eyes off Theo. "I never said anything embarrassing right?"

"Of course not." There are actually a lot of moments that Morgan recalls to just have laughed at. "Maybe I should trade stories with Luke once in a while."

"No please don't make fun of me. We aren't there yet again." Hesitant Spencer touches Theo's face, let's his finger run over the tiny nose. "He is so small"

"Be aware you close your eyes once and you already feel like he grew again. Can't believe Hank can walk and talk already."

"Do you think he is going to be smart?" Spencer questions, not taking his eyes off him.

"Cat may be a bitch but she is smart as hell not even talking about your brain. I doubt that that didn't pass down on him." Morgan comments. "Besides, even if he isn't, he is gonna be one boy to fool with that father of his."

"I am gonna protect you" Spencer whispers. "Your mom isn't gonna get to you,you will always be safe"

"Come on in" Morgan opens the door to their cozy home. A light burning in the living room. "Mrs Sanchez watched Hank for the evening" He explains when the elderly woman walks into the hallway.

"Thank you again for doing this."

"Everything for that boy" She lives next to them, her grandchildren play with Hank when they are over and by now the Morgan's are invited to the family celebrations over there as well. "Oh look at that." Mrs Sanchez walks towards Spencer but he turns away facing the corner between door and wall and using himself as a protection for the kid.

Apologetic Savannah smiles at her when she takes a step back and Derek approaches Spencer putting one arm around him, making sure he isn't panicking. "It was a long night, I am sure he will love to introduce you two another day"

"Of course, call me if you need anything."

"We will, thank you again. We owe you a lovely dinner and some wine."

"I will come back to that." She responds with a wink and leaves through the door.

"Spencer, why don't you go upstairs with Derek and take a shower and I get Theo to his crip?" Savannah offers with a warm smile.

"No"

"You can trust her" Derek tries encouraging him and wipes his hair back behind his ear, it's greasy from the days he spent at the hospital, fearing that Cat is gonna hurt their child. "It's okay, give him to her. She is gonna make sure he feels safe okay?"

"No"

"Okay, we can show you how to do that? Is that okay? Can we get him to bed together?" Savannah offers.

"Yes"

"Then we need to go upstairs okay?" Concerned Derek looks at him, his whole body is shaking, his pale face isn't helping his imagine. He is pretty sure Spencer has done nothing to make sure he is okay himself over the last few days. He can't imagine the terror Spencer must have gone through while staying at the hospital, a place he hates with every cell of his body. "Do you want Savannah to carry him upstairs?"

"Please"

"Alright she is gonna take him from you."

"But give him back." Spencer pleads not letting go.

"Of course, we are just gonna get upstairs okay?"

"Yes" Sceptical he let's Savannah take him.

"Spencer I need to ask you this-" Derek starts and gently turns him towards him holding both of his arms. "When was the last time you ate?"

"I want to follow Savannah"

"We can, just give your attention to me for a moment because you don't look very healthy right now."

"I need to get to my baby"

"Spencer!" Derek calls out louder, making him flinch and finally look at him. "When was the last time you took your medication?"

"Don't take them anymore. Stopped a while ago."

"Is this discussed with your therapist?"

"Hate her, don't wanna go back there." Spencer starts rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Kid-"

"Don't wanna take them again."

"How long have you been of them?"

"Since prison." He admits and looks at the stairs waiting for Derek to allow him to follow his baby.

"I think they would help you right now. I think they would help a lot."

"I am not taking them again! And I am not going back to her she doesn't understand." Spencer steps back with force and starts hitting his head against the wall. "She doesn't understand. No one understands. No one understands. Only Garcia understands."

"What do we not understand?"

"Don't understand." He repeats and keeps on hitting his head while Morgan holds onto him. "Garcia understands."

"Okay do you want me to call Garcia?"

"No, Garcia understands."

"You mean your autism?"

"Dr Preece wanted to fix me. Don't wanna be fixed. Luke said she shouldn’t be a therapist. Luke said not to listen to everything she says. Don't wanna be fixed like that."

"I know, I am not fixing you I promise come on, you are safe. You are safe here, kid. We aren't doing anything with you you don't want. We are gonna keep you two safe. I promise you, it's okay." He wraps his arms around him, pulling him close and pushing his hand between his head and wall. "I've got you. I've got you, you are safe with me."

Spencer struggles for a moment longer until quiet barks ring through the room and Spencer stops dead I tracks. "We have a puppy" interested Spencer looks in the direction of the sound. “You wanna see her?”

"Puppy"

"Come with me. Her name is Patch"

"Does she bite?"

"No she doesn't." Morgan leads Spencer through their kitchen holding his hand and then steps into the dining room that is the closest room to the backyard and turns on the light. "She is in a cage. We can get her out if you want."

"We can get her out if you want"

"Alright" Derek crouches down next to the cage and opens it, while Spencer kneels down. "Come here sweetie we got a guest who likes to meet you."

"Come here." Hesitantly Spencer hits the floor with his palm. "Do you have any treats?"

"Sure"

"Can I have some to feed to her?"

"If course give me a second." He hears Theo crying when he walks into the kitchen to get them and just hopes Spencer doesn't. "There you go"

He hands Spencer the small bag with treats and crouches down behind him, steadying himself with one arm at Spencer's waist, feeling him flinch away first.

"Come here" Spencer holds the treat out and Peach slowly pats towards her. "Good girl."

"If it were up to Hank she would be fed all day with this"

"I always sneak in snacks for Roxy"

"Who is Roxy?"

"Roxy is Luke's dog. Sometimes he brings her in for office days and I can have her at my desk all day." He tells him while patting the puppy.

"That must be nice"

"It is" He watches Spencer lean down and cuddle his cheek against his fur and sighting comfortably and Derek wants to slap himself for not thinking about taking Clooney to the office back then. It's obvious that it seems like dogs have a calming effect on him. "She is very adorable."

"I love her too." Derek carefully pats her and is positive that Spencer at this point ignores the crying from Theo. If it's on purpose or not he can't tell. "What do you think about getting to bed? We can do everything else tomorrow okay? Slowly."

"With Peach?"

"We are gonna leave her downstairs but tomorrow she will walk around in the house the cage just for overnight and for when we aren't here until she is old enough."

"Alright" Spencer pats her one last time and then places her into the cage. "Sleep tight, I will see you tomorrow."

"Let's get you to bed too." He leads him upstairs and into their bedroom where Theo is laying in the crip, whines coming from him while Savannah tries comforting him and Spencer passes by them, sitting down on the bed his back turned towards him. "Alright, here is something you can change into okay?"

"Thank you" Tired he starts unbuttoning his shirt and slips into Morgan's shirt while he ignores the scratches over his chest and then changes into sweatpants before laying down on the bed letting Morgan tuck him in.

"Just sleep we are gonna take care of him."

"I never wanted him."

"I know we will figure this out."

[wittyvitale]

A Good Man (A Fluffy Castlevania Trepha Fic)

Author’s Note:  The Season 4 promo poster and trailer finally gave me the inspiration I needed to finish this fic. I can't wait for more soft Trepha content in Season 4, let's goooooooo

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The evening was well underway and the Belmont mansion had a fire crackling in the fireplace. Trevor was seated on the couch, staring into the dancing flames. He looked away at the sound of familiar footsteps and watched as Sypha entered the room with a very drowsy baby snuggled against her chest. Trevor smiled softly at the pair.

“How’s our girl doing?” Trevor asked, a tinge of fatherly pride in his voice.

“Sonia is a very happy baby,” Sypha said with a smile as she sat next to her husband “She’s been fed, burped, and changed. In other words, she’s at her best right now.”

The baby sleepily looked around her and spotted her father.  Her lips began to curl upward and she reached a hand in Trevor’s direction. Trevor was only too happy to take his daughter and place her so that she was laying comfortably on his chest.

“A full stomach and a good shit are enough to make me happy as well,” Trevor replied as he held his daughter close. “Good job, Sunny.”

Sypha rolled her eyes but nestled into her husband’s side. She admired the baby who was starting to fall asleep on Trevor’s chest. Sypha took one finger and gently stroked her daughter’s cheek.

“She really takes after you, you know,” Sypha began. “She has your hair and your nose. She has your smile too.”

Trevor hummed. “You know that’s the first thing Alucard’ll comment on when he meets her. ‘How unfortunate that such a young child should be cursed with your looks, Belmont.’” Trevor ended with his best impression of the dhampir.

Sypha giggled in response. “Of course he’ll make a few smart remarks. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Alucard. But he’s Sonia’s honorary uncle. He’s going to fall in love with her.”

Trevor looked into Sonia’s eyes, which were blinking slowly. “Perhaps. But he’ll also say that Sonia’s only redeeming physical trait is her mother’s eyes. And honestly, that’s something I can agree with.”

Trevor and Sypha sat in companionable silence staring at their baby, completely entranced by this little human they had made together. Sonia shifted so she could nuzzle further into Trevor’s chest as sleep grew closer to claiming her. Trevor felt his heart swell.

“It’s amazing. I think she actually loves me.” Trevor said, sounding slightly surprised. Sypha raised an eyebrow.

“You’re her papa, of course she loves you!” Sypha responded incredulously, surprised at Trevor’s surprise. “Did you really doubt that our daughter loved you?”

Trevor took a deep breath and sighed. He had been reflecting on his life frequently over the past few months, and he finally decided to share his thoughts with Sypha.

“I mean, before I met you, I was an asshole.” Trevor explained. Sypha snickered.

“Oh believe me, I was well aware of that,” she replied with a smirk. “When we first met, I tried to tell you my name and you said ‘I don’t care’ before I finished. But what does that have to do with now?”

Trevor took a few seconds to think about how he was going to word his thoughts.

“After my family was killed and I was on my own, I honestly never expected to have a child or start my own family. I was convinced the Belmont line would die with me. I drifted from bar to bar without a purpose in life, starting fights and getting drunk every chance I got. Didn’t care about anything or anybody, especially not myself. I wasted years of my life doing that shit. I wasted years of my life being a shitty person. I never expected to be here, married with a kid, living in the rebuilt mansion of my ancestors. I sometimes wonder if I deserve any of this. I wonder how anybody could love me after how horrible I was.”

Sypha listened carefully (as Speakers tend to do.) She sat up and gently placed her hands on Trevor’s face.

“Trevor,” Sypha started. “We’ve known each other for several years now. We’ve travelled across the country together and now we have a child. I would like to think we know each other pretty well. Do you honestly think I would have stayed with you for all of that time if you were as horrible as you’re making yourself out to be?”

Trevor hummed in thought and glanced down, unsure how to respond. Sypha looked down at the baby on Trevor’s chest and smiled again.

“You know, when Sonia was still in my belly, Alucard let me read some of his mother’s research on child development,” Sypha started. “When Dr. Tepes was still alive, she cared for quite a few pregnant women. After their babies were born, she would care for both mother and child, making sure they were safe and healthy. But there was one thing she wrote about that really stood out to me, and it wasn’t even related to medical care. Do you know what she discovered?”

Sypha had Trevor’s attention. “What’s that?”

“Dr. Tepes discovered that babies were very sensitive to the emotions of others. They can sense when someone’s happy, sad, or nervous very easily. And this sensitivity makes babies very good judges of character. They know the difference between a good person and a bad person. Look at our daughter, Trevor.”

Trevor obeyed and he looked at baby Sonia, who was laying comfortably on her father’s chest fast asleep. She looked like the safest baby in the world.

“If what Dr. Tepes wrote is true, if babies can really tell the difference between good and bad, do you think our Sonia would be so comfortable right now?” Sypha asked. “Your past doesn’t define you, Trevor. Your past doesn’t define the kind of person you are. You were in so much pain when I met you. You were sad all the time. And you wanted that sadness to go away. When people are so desperate to get rid of that pain, they do bad things. But that doesn’t mean they are bad people. You have always been a good man, Trevor Belmont. You’re a good man who has been through horrible things. Now you have a daughter who adores you and feels safe with you. And you also have me. Never doubt that you’re deserving of happiness because of your past.”

In spite of himself, Trevor felt a few tears prickle in his eyes when Sypha finished speaking. He took his free hand to wipe them away.

“Shit, Sypha, you’re gonna make me cry if you keep talking like that,” Trevor sniffed. “You’ve always had such a way with words.”

“Well that tends to happen when you’re raised as a Speaker,” Sypha replied with a yawn as she nuzzled back into Trevor’s side. “I’m sleepy now. And like Sonia, I also feel safe when I snuggle against you. So you’re going to be my pillow tonight, ok?”

Trevor chuckled and wrapped his free arm around Sypha, bringing him closer to her. “Anything you want, Sypha. Thank you for… everything. Thank you for what you said. I don’t say this enough, but I’m thankful that we found each other when we did. I love you.”

“Mmm, love you too.” Sypha mumbled as she made herself comfortable on Trevor and fell asleep.

Trevor sat still and smiled. His wife and daughter, the two most important people in his life, were cuddled against him. Years ago, he never would have imagined himself in a place like this, sitting by the fireplace with his loving family around him. But maybe Sypha was right; maybe he was deserving of happiness. Maybe he was a good man. Trevor thought that it would still take time to fully convince himself of this, but for tonight, he decided to take Sypha’s words to heart. And those positive thoughts and the overall serenity of the night eventually lulled him to sleep as well.

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End Notes:  In my opinion, Netflix Castlevania portrays mental health realistically. The way Trevor's trauma and depression are depicted is amazing. I love exploring Trevor as a character. When we first meet him he comes across as a total asshole, but he had such severe PTSD and depression that him being an asshole was just an act in order to protect himself. I can't wait to see if there are any other developments in his character in this final season. Hope you enjoyed :)