#tiny green meanies just like their mom :')

[ozgog]

i'm leaning into the theory that dragons can asexually reproduce , which means miss ozgog likely has a nest of eggs hidden in her lair somewhere , or did at one point

[stenbrozier]

Mixed Emotions (Teen!Bill Denbrough x Reader + Teen!Richie Tozier x Reader)

“Henlo! I couldn't find your masterlist ): so I don't know if you already did something like this, but could I request a hc where Reader is split between Bill and Richie, totally lost and confused because feels like they love both? If you're okay with it of course” - @beauregard-s

Plot: You’ve known Bill and Richie since you were kids, running around in their backyards and playing with water guns. As you grow older, you grow closer to them and involuntarily start to notice how absolutely lovely they both are. You don’t wanna destroy any friendships, but you also don’t wanna suppress your feelings any longer.

Warnings: Slightly NSFW (making out, groping), implied smut, mentions of smoking weed + drinking, a n g s t + swearing

A/N: I ended up making this a fic cause I had trouble with the headcanons, but I hope you still like it ❤️ Aged up to 17!!

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Bill laughed loudly as Richie squirted you in the face with a water gun, causing you to drop yours and bring your hands immediately up to your face. You rubbed the water off of your face, trying to rub the sting out of your eye as well but not realizing you were making it worse until it hurt so bad you started to cry. Richie dropped his gun first, coming over to help you get whatever it was out of your eye.

“(Y/N/N), I’m sorry,” he said, his high pitched voice ringing in your ears as you tried to thrash and pull yourself away from him. “Bill, go get Mommy.” Bill ran through the backyard, banging on the glass sliding door before Mrs. Tozier appeared at it and wiping her hands on her apron. She opened the door, and Bill grabbed her hand, pulling her to where you were.

“Mommy,” Richie yelled loudly as he pointed at you, still crying and wiping your eyes. Mrs. Tozier ran right to your side, gently prying your hands away from your eyes as she saw the redness that took over your eye.

“Okay, Honey, can you blink?” she asked as you nodded, still blubbering as she softly blew into your eye. After a few minutes, you were able to blink without it stinging and your sniffling had stopped.

“Richie, you’re mean,” you mumbled as you pulled away from Mrs. Tozier going to sit next to Bill on the little porch swing they had. Mrs. Tozier has offered you and Bill to come over for a play date, and you guys usually loved being with one another and nothing and ever happened; however, Richie was being a bit of a “meanie”, as you would call it, and had shot you with a devilish grin on his face. His mom had him in time out, sitting on the stool at the corner of the porch while you cuddled up to Bill on the swing. You guys swung a bit, trying to sneak a conversation with Richie while his mom counted down the minutes of his punishment while she made you guys dinner.

Mrs. Tozier poked her head out of the glass door and curled her finger in a “come here” motion. She whispered something in his ear, patting his shoulder as she slipped back inside. Richie sprinted over the swing, hopping on it and causing it to rock back into the house, a smile dancing on his lips. He threw his arms around you as the swing swung back and forth, mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over again into your neck until you accepted his apology. You stayed snuggled up to Bill, and Richie wrapped himself around you. Bill’s stomach rumbled, and you giggled at the weird, moaning sound it emitted.

“You g-guys are my b-best friends,” Bill confessed after the fit of giggles that you set off. You smiled up at him, hugging him closer as you felt Richie reach his arms around to hug you both.

———————

You and Richie sat on that same porch swing, now 17, getting ready to live your last summer together before college. You had slept over the night before to avoid the inevitable chores your parents would’ve given to keep you away from the Losers, the friend group that had been growing ever since you were five. They didn’t like the most recent additions, addition being Bev and recent being about four years ago, and they only really liked the four original boys that you’d met through the playground and school. Bill, Richie, and you had known each other since diapers because of your moms meeting at the park while you were all playing. Stan and Eddie were the two you had acquired in kindergarten, noticing their reluctance to reach out. You decided to reach out to them, Bill and Richie tagging along and getting closer to them than you were.

However, making new friends had never separated the original trio. You and Richie were inseparable still, his outgoing personality a perfect match for yours. He had grown up a lot over the years, towering over you, and everyone, at 6’3 with skinny arms and legs. His face had thinned out and his chiseled cheek bones made every girl fawn over him, though none of them cared to admit it. None of them but you, that is.

You had developed a crush on him over the years. Truly, you think it’s more of you just finding him super hot and wanting to make out with him once or twice, but you still thought that there was some sort of attraction there. You knew that you wanted something with him, but you didn’t know what. You were pulled out of your thoughts with Bill sitting on your opposite side of the swing, throwing an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. You looked up at him, his soft green eyes meeting yours.

Now, Bill was the one you knew you had a crush on. He had been your rock for so many years, had given you so much hope and love that you didn’t know what to do with it. When you were younger, you had always kinda liked Bill: the 5’7 boy with pretty green eyes and wispy brown hair that held you while you cried and let you stay over his house for weeks at a time. Everything with Bill was always so domestic feeling, while everything with Richie was fast paced and “live fast, die hard.”

You sat in between them both, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back as you basked in the soft breeze and low humidity. Suddenly, you heard the crash of the Tozier’s metal gate hitting the fence right next to and it jolted you out of your comfort. Bev and Eddie walked in first, Eddie mumbling to himself about the heat as he slathered on what looked, and smelt, like sunscreen.

“What the fuck,” Richie said loudly as he gestured towards the fence where Mike and Ben were walking in from. Ben closed the gate softly and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where’s Stanny?” you asked, looking around confused as Eddie shrugged his shoulders. From beside you, Bill began to speak.

“S-stan said he’d be a b-b-bit late. H-his dad nee-needed him to r-run some err-errands.” Everyone nodded, taking their seats on the wooden porch as you scooted closer to Bill so Eddie could squeeze in next to Richie. Richie looked over at Eddie with a look of adoration, and you stifled a laugh. Of course Richie loved Eddie and not you. It might’ve made your heart sink a little in your chest, but it was easier for you to now decide who to go after.

Or so you thought.

That night, after drinking and getting high in Richie’s backyard while his parents were away, you couldn’t stop thinking about his dark, curly hair or Bill’s nonstop attention on you. You had slept over Richie’s again, not wanting your parents to see you so inebriated. Richie was still wearing off the effects of his high, cuddling up to your side as a movie played on the VCR that his parents had in the living room. He was rambling on about how pretty everyone had looked today.

“Did you see Eds’ hair?” he asked incredulously. “It was so blonde today. Maybe it was the sun, but...” He snuggled closer to you, his head finding it’s way into the crook of your neck. Your heart raced at how close he was. Yeah, you guys had cuddled before, but this just felt different. You were about to reach out and grab his hand, but then soft snoring filled your ears.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, feeling his hands move to splay over your hip and pull you closer. You were in deep, for the both of them.

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The loud party music from inside the house made you whine as you cuddled into Richie’s side, one of his arms around you and the other around Eddie. Richie looked down to you at the small noise, rubbing your shoulder and covering your other ear as he realized you were sensitive to the sound.

“Richieee,” you whined loudly as you clawed at his chest. “Take me home.” You gave him puppy dog eyes as he shook his head, making you pout in despair.

“I can’t just take you home,” he said softly into your ear, leaving a kiss on your temple before continuing to talk. “Eds and Bill need a ride home, too, and only Mike and I have cars.”

You looked over to where your tipsy mind last remembered seeing Mike, and he was still over there, watching over the very drunk Stan and Bev, both of which who were screaming along to the music. Bill was with them before noticing you looking in that direction, and he staggered over to you. He sat down next to you, pulling you from Richie’s grasp and holding you in his lap. Your arms went around his waist, and you stuck your head into his neck.

“Y-you tired, (Y-Y-Y/N)?” he asked softly, seeming almost sober. He hadn’t had anything to drink that night, but he did have a joint or two and his eyes were a pinkish color. “We sh-should get R-Rich to take us ho-ho-home.”

“I already tried,” you said with a bite in your voice, sighing as you snuggled into him. “He’s just being an asshole.”

“L-let’s walk h-home,” he said softly, standing up before leaning down, motioning toward his back. You shook your head ‘no’, Bill’s face falling slightly at your rejection. “O-okay, then. Y-you just g-gonna wait for R-Richie?”

“Yeah, I was gonna sleep over again,” you mumbled softly, sighing when you looked into his sad green eyes. “My parents can’t see me like this.”

“Y-yeah, I-I guess th-they c-c-can’t,” Bill answered, giving you a tiny wave before going around to the Losers and saying his goodbyes. Your eyes met his again as he walked out the side gate of the yard, slamming it behind him as his shoulders slumped. Richie tapped your shoulder, opening his arm and letting you snuggle into his side. Eddie has run off to dance with Bev and Stan, and you snickered at him tripping over his own feet.

“Why’d Bill leave?” Richie asked you, looking down at you before running his hand over the top of your head and kissing your forehead gently.

“He said that he wanted to leave,” you said back, leaning up into the kiss, the slight upward movement with you head cause your brain to feel like it sloshed around in your skull. You groaned, cuddling into Richie again as he sighed.

“I’ll go get Eddie.” He squeezed your waist before standing up and walking over to a stumbling Eddie. Stan and Bev came running up to him with Eddie, Stan fussing with the collar of Richie’s shirt. A few minutes later, Eddie was trailing behind Richie with a pout on his face and a hand on Richie’s shoulder, steadying himself. Richie picked you up by the waist, holding his arm there until he could get you to the car. You weren’t completely drunk anymore, the three or four beers had started to wear off, but you were still a little high from the joint or two that Bill had smoked near you and blew into your face.

“Rich?” you mumbled as he got into the car, checking the backseat to make sure Eddie was okay while you sat next to him in the passenger’s seat. He hummed, looking back at you with a tiny smile on his face. “Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight instead of on the couch? So we can cuddle?” He chuckled lightly, nodding his head and placing a hand on your thigh to gently squeeze it.

“Of course, doll,” he answered back softly, pulling away and starting the car. He drive to Eddie’s first. His mom was away for the week so that meant he could let loose a little and not worry about consequences.

“Bye Eds,” you said with a soft smile, Richie helping him inside. You could see Eddie’s bedroom light turn on, and you knew that Richie was helping him get ready for bed in a calm manner. You knew Richie wouldn’t have left him there by himself because of how caring and loving he was towards his friends, but Eddie didn’t like sleeping at other people’s houses besides Bill’s. You sat and watched the lights in the house turn on and off as Richie went into a left other rooms, probably getting Eddie water and Aspirin for the morning. A few moments later, all the lights shut off, and the front door opened, Richie’s lanky body walking out of it with a bit of a tired limp. He came into the car, sighing and sitting down in the driver’s seat.

“He’s tiring when he’s drunk,” Richie said with an exaggerated sigh, looking over at you with a smile on his face. You smiled back, noticing the glimmer in his eye when you did. He traced his eyes over your body quickly, not caring that you knew he was doing it. He sighed heavily, turning around in his seat and starting the car back up, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. You cleared your throat, looking down at his hand.

“R-Richie-“ He cut you off with a chuckle.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said softly, turning the corner onto his street. “The cuddling, the eyes. It might not mean more than just you think I’m attractive, which is fine, but-“

“Richie, I have a crush on Bill,” you blurted out, watching the way his face went from confident to skeptical as he pulled up the front of his house.

“Well you’re staying the night,” he started, taking his hand from your thigh as you both got out. He came around to your side of the car, caging you in against it as you looked at him with wide eyes. Richie’s face was inches from yours, and he raised his eyebrows. “Can...can I-“

You didn’t give him the chance to finish before you leaned up and planted your lips onto his hungrily, the only illumination being the streetlight across the street that was flickering on and off incessantly.

“Inside?” you mumbled against his lips. He nodded, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands was kneading your ass, the other fishing for his house key since his parents were away visit Went’s parents for the weekend. He unlocked the door with you still in his arms, slamming it shut and running up the stairs before you even realized you were inside. Richie threw you on his bed, slipping off your shoes aggressively as he pushed his off.

“Mm, you’re so pretty like this,” Richie mumbled as he climbed on top of you, kissing your neck gently as he messed with the bit of your bra strap that was peeking out of your shirt. He hungrily kisses your lips as he reached under your shirt to undo your bra, earning a moan from you. He decided to pull off your shirt first, smiling at you as you sat up and raised your arms above your head. He admired for you for what felt like hours, eyes tracing down your body as he smiled gently.

“You gonna get me naked and fuck me, Tozier?” you teased, brining one of your hands up to softly run against his chest.

“You...you have a crush on Bill, though. I should...I should-“

“Don’t stop,” you begged loudly, tightening your legs around his hips. “I want you right now. Please?” Your puppy dog eyes had Richie melting immediately. He growled, ripping off his shirt before working on getting you naked, the whole time trailing kisses down your body, worshipping you.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, looking deep into your eyes as he massaged his hand over your side.

“Yes, Rich,” you begged, writhing underneath him. “Please.” He dove into your lips, kissing them and nipping at them, his hands roaming as you arched into his touch.

——————

You woke up to a soft creaking, and you felt arms tighten around you right after it. You looked up to see the underside of Richie’s face, his jaw clenching at the same sound that had awoken her.

“Rich, are you-“ Bev’s voice rang through the room and stopped abruptly, noticing you in bed with him. You jolted upright, wrapping the comforter further around you as Richie groaned at your sudden movement and Bev’s voice.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he said groggily, his arm still around your waist as he sat up with you. “Get out so we can get dressed.”

“W-we?” Bill asked as he barged into the room. His face dropped into a scowl when he saw you there, and he mumbled something to himself before walking out of the room. His pounding footsteps could be heard going down the staircase and out the front door.

“Can...can you guys wait for us outside?” you meekly asked, rubbing your hands over your face as you heard the retreating footsteps. “Richie, I fucking told you we shouldn’t have done this.”

“Babe, you weren’t complaining,” he says with a cocky tone. “Besides, it’s not like you’re dating Bill.”

You leaped out of his bed at that, grabbing your jeans and underwear off the floor and sliding them on. You searched for you shirt angrily, not being able to find it, so you went into his drawers and pulled out one. You threw it on, tying it up in the back since it was a little long. He came up behind you, softly placing his hand on your shoulder before you jerked away.

“I have a crush on Bill,” you said with a bit of bite in your voice. “Not you, Richie. Bill. And I can’t believe I slept with you!”

“(Y/N), you wanted-“ Richie’s voice was calm and collected, the complete opposite of your abrasive and loud voice.

“I fucking know I wanted it, asshole,” you screamed. “But I want Bill. I want everything with Bill. I’m sorry if you have feelings for me, but they’re not reciprocated.”

You grabbed your shoes from for the floor, slipping them on before you marched out of Richie’s house angrily, passing all of the Losers. Bill sat on the curb outside the house, and he gave you a sad look as you passed him.

“Wh-where are you g-going?” he asked confused, gesturing towards the others.

“Home,” you yelled back. “I’ll see you guys later.” You felt Bill’s eyes on the back of your neck as you walked away. The sound of Richie’s front door slamming made you look back again. You saw him run his hand through his hair as he searched for you, but by the time he had looked over to where you were walking, you had turned onto the next block.

[rosierocks30]

Hidden: Ch. 14

Chapter 14: The Game Changer

(Eren and Connor)

After the duo found outfits to blend in with the locals, they walked around town to hear any information about the commanders. It was becoming hopeless, until when they were having a drink at a bar at night. 

A group of random men were chatting and drinking with joy as they were celebrating something. 

“Tomorrow men. I will be a married man.” The groom raised his mug of ale to give a toast. His friends toasted after him. 

“For your future!” They cheered. One of the men whispered next to the other. “Hey, so what happened to all of the military regiments?” 

“I heard they all got killed in action.” Another man joined in the conversation. 

“Hey isn’t a cousin of yours in the Survey Corps?” The other said. 

“Yeah, but my family believes he and the Commander Hange and the rest probably escaped before getting hunted down. I mean the new king had their faces as bounty. This isn’t the first time the Survey Corps were being hunted.” One of them said. 

“What do you think of the new king? Our graceful queen had chosen him as her husband.” the other continues.

“Pfft, he looks like a fucking pansy cunt. Our good queen would have picked someone better to rule beside her.” The same man scoffed at the thought of the new king. Many people of all three walls were not pleased with the marriage except the noble families who weren't thrown into prison. 

“Shhh not so loud. There’s eyes everywhere.” the groom to be hushed his friend. On the other table, Eren sipped his ale. Connor was about to lose interest in the conversation as it was about to go nowhere. 

“I don’t believe Queen Historia had a choice. Look at the massacre in the capital. At what cost will our beloved queen let blood shed happen? I say that snake caused a de coup. This is injustice!” The same man frowned. 

“I understand your frustration, my friend. I heard from an old woman that the queen gave birth to a prince but poor lad, he didn’t get to live. I saw two or three men with the garrison uniform today morning. I’m surprised they are still alive.” The groom to be said. 

Connor perked up when the groom mentioned the garrison soldiers. “We’ll question him once he’s alone.” He told Eren which the Eldian nodded in agreement. 

As a couple hours passed, they watched the groom get up and leave the bar alone. Now, both assassin and titan shifter made their move to follow the other. The streets were dark and cold. The soon married man felt someone following him. He turned his back to see no one. Huh? Maybe walking home drunk was not a smart idea. Paranoia gets the best of him. 

He was about to turn around to resume walking when he felt two hands grabbed him to drag to the alley and pinned to the wall. “Please please don’t hurt me. Take my money. I got to be there for my girl at our wedding in the morning.” the man whimpered from the fear. 

“Quiet, we just want to ask a few questions and you’ll walk away free.” Eren said. 

“Huh? What kind of questions, sirs?” The groom was wary. 

“Important ones like are you sure those soldiers were the garrison regiment?” Connor begins to question him. 

“Yes, yes they are. They had the rose symbol on their back jackets. T-they were talking to a woman with platinum blonde but short hair. She had glasses.” He gave some details. Eren figured who he just described. Rico Brzenska. The current Commander of the Garrison Regiment. 

“Where did you see them?” Eren asked. 

“I saw them at the meat shop. They walked into the shop then later came out. My boos usually say they go into the shop everyday around 9 in the morning.” Finally, he was let go. His body was shaken from thinking he would not make it home. 

“Go home, but you will not tell anyone about seeing us. I suggest you forget what you saw.” Before the man can say anything. Eren placed his hand on the man’s head to erase his memories including  seeing Rico and her soldiers on that day. Both Eren and Connor left the man alone as they walked into the dark streets. 

“In the morning, we’ll go to that meat shop.” Connor said while Eren nodded. 

The following morning, Eren and Connor were waiting by a flower stand where they could see the meat shop in front. They got here earlier to check if they will see Rico and her garrison soldiers entering the shop across the street. The green eyed man leaned against the cart, but saw a particular flower that reminded him of Eve. He stared at the fresh plucked of lavender and blue winter roses. 

(Flashback)

Eren was walking the busy streets of Trost District with his girlfriend. He smiles seeing her looking around the area. He looked away to see a man hold flowers. 

The flower man caught Eren and smiled. “Ah, you good sir! Care to buy a flower for your pretty lady?” 

The titan shifter stopped to look at so many kinds of flowers. Eve looked at him then at the flowers. Eren nodded at the man and paid to get one. He was about to get the lavender, but Eren got the winter rose instead. 

“Here Eve, for you.” He gave the rose to her which she took and smiled. 

“Winter rose…” She said softly. Carefully, her eyes stared at the blue flower. 

“They are supposed to bloom only in winter or in the icy mountains. My dad used to get them for my mom everyday. When he laid his eyes on her, he would give one. He had stopped when he passed away. Mom had always loved them, so she grew them in a mini greenhouse back home as a memorial for my dad and the love they shared with each other.” She inhaled the scent as it remembered her.  

“I didn’t know...but  they are rare here like you.” He blushed as Eren trying to be romantic. The emerald green eyes man noticed her smirk. “What?” 

“Aww baby, you’re blushing; it's cute.” She coos at him which Eren playfully rolled his eyes at her. She chuckled then pecked his lips. “Thank you. I’ll keep this rose forever.” 

“Good because it’s the only one you’ll get.” Eren plays it off cool. Eve punched his arm playfully. “Meanie.” 

The flower man gave another flower to Eve. “Here, miss. This one is on me.” 

Eve smiled happily as she grabbed the lavender flower. “Now this is my favorite. Thank you sir!” 

“No probably young lady. Both of you have a lovely day.” The old man smiled at them. Both Eren and Eve had left to continue walking. 

“That old man likes you too much.” Eren scoffed, which his girlfriend can sense a hint of jealousy. 

“Really Eren? Really? He is just an old man who’s kind and appreciates a beautiful lady like me.” She teasingly grinned. 

“Humph, I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re thinking?” He looked away as trying to hide his obvious expression. 

The titan shifter smirked and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He leaned to her ear and whispered. “But I’ll show you, why you’re mine; babe?” His voice made a husky tone. 

Eve is now the one blushing from his action. “E-eren, people are watching.” 

“Perfect, so they can know you’re my girl.” his tone hasn’t changed. 

“Well, if you want this gorgeous face then you have to catch me first.” Eve said with mischievousness. She began to run from him. Eren chuckled as her playful mood showed. He went after her to play her little game.  

(End Flashback)

Eren looked away as the memories were becoming painful. Connor tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Eren glanced at his ally to follow the other’s finger where he was pointing to. 

They noticed three familiar figures. One of them was Rico Brzenska, Commander of the Garrison. Both Connor and Eren ran across the street to reach the meat shop as the three figures entered. Once they entered the meat shop, no one was here. Connor looked at the over the counter to see some figures below the shop by using his eagle’s vision. 

“There’s a small entrance on the floor that has an underground room or something.” He said. Already Eren goes around the counter to pull the string cord as the lid lifts open. Connor jumped into the hole then Eren followed along. 

It was dark but there was a mumbling sound. They walked to where the sounds were. Right around the corner, a huge open space where several figures discuss things. Both Connor and Eren found the missing Commanders of the Garrison and Military Police, Rico Brzenska and Nile Dok. 

(Levi) 

London, England

March 16, 1535

What the fuck? Where am I? Why is it dark again? Levi was questioning to himself. A brightness appeared to see tiny hands and a loud wailing coming from him. Is he a baby? 

“Your Majesty. It’s a boy. Congratulations, England finally has a prince!” the midwife said. 

The mother cried with joy from seeing the baby crying loudly. Once the midwife and the helpers cleaned and wrapped around the baby with a blanket, the baby was placed on his mother’s arms. The infant opens to show his blue-grey eyes to his mother. His mother smiled with warmth and pride. She did it. Her king has a male heir. 

“Anne, he looks like you, but he has Henry's handsome face structure.” A woman next to the queen cooed at her nephew.

The doors opened suddenly as the notorious King Henry VIII barged in. “Is it true? Did you give birth to a son?” He stand next to his queen to see a baby boy in her arms. 

“Yes, my love. I’ve given you the son that I promised you.” Anne smiled as she presented the child to her husband. Henry carefully held the baby to admire it. 

“My son, how I long waited for you. You shall be….sweetheart, what name do you have in mind? Since you have kept your promise, I will allow you to pick a name.” He said. 

Anne contemplated for a bit until she found a perfect name. “Arthur, after your beloved deceased older brother and the legendary warrior king Arthur.” 

Henry nodded. “Arthur it is.” 

April 2,1556

Little Arthur was playing his toys on a cool spring. He had a curious mind by observing the bocks. Suddenly, a ruckus noise was heard which made him whimper frighteningly. Now the one year old glanced at a figure wearing in black. The figure picked him up then quickly took him away. Prince Arthur cried hoping one of his nannies would come save him. It was too late. The news of the kidnapping of the crowned prince had reached the king and queen. This led to the downfall of the Boleyns.  

Eldia Empire

January 15, 1557

Ever since the kidnapping, Arthur had been transporting different locations from horses to  boats. He saw many landmarks until his kidnappers reached a port in an unknown world. The men who took him away from his home, got off to walk into a busy area where merchants, slave traders, and farmers came to sell their goods. 

The blue-grey eyed infant was in his cage crying while being carried on the top hard surface. Already a seller began the auction. A man and woman frown looking at the poor child. 

“Husband, how could they put a baby into the slave market?” The woman said to her spouse. The husband glanced at his wife. 

“It’s just a cruel world, my dear.” He sighed. The disgust he saw the slave traders promoting. 

“How much do you have with you? I want to save him.” The blonde haired woman felt eager to rescue the infant. 

At first, the husband was reluctant since they were here buying materials for their farm on the outskirts of this busy village. He took out his pouch of coins. His wife couldn’t stop staring at the poor little thing. He knew she had a strong desire to be a mother, but both couples had struggled to have children. Maybe buying this baby to raise as their own will help satisfy his wife’s desire to have kids. On the other hand, he doesn’t mind not to have kids, but he loves her and that in some way he’ll make it happen. 

“Enough to make you a mother.” He said that she felt tears forming in her eyes. Maybe for once the gods had answered her prayers and led them here on this day. The little boy in the cage was gorgeous and crave for love and safety from a mother and father. The woman wondered if his real mother grieved the loss of her baby somewhere in this big world. 

“Oh my love, thank you. Thank you.” She hugged him with gratitude. 

The man hugged back his wife then went towards the slave traders and asked to buy the crying infant. 

“Sir, my wife and I want to buy the baby. How much?” He said to a random slave trader. 

“Hm, usually I would sell 5 gold, but the brat is scaring the customers away. For you, I’ll lower to 3 gold?” The slave trader said with a grin. 

“How about 10 silvers and 1 gold?” The husband began to negotiate. 

“2 golds and 5 silvers. That’s my final price.” The other man said. 

The husband sighed then took a glimpse at his wife. “I’m sorry but that’s all I have.” 

“Then I can’t sell the brat to you.” Just as the husband was about to turn to give his wife the bad news, the baby started to wail which the customers started to leave. The other slave traders tried to convince them to stay. Another man marched to the two men. 

“You sir, you want the crying kid? Take him please. He won’t shut up. You can give us whether you have.” the slave trader who was negotiating the husband scoffed. “We can just sell the brat almost free?!” 

The other slave trader glared at the other. “Do you want to be the one explaining to our boss why we weren’t making our usual amount of money because you didn’t want to get rid of this brat who’s scaring our customers away?” 

The other grumbled annoyingly. “Fine! Sir, just give me the money you have and you can take that little runt with you. Good luck in shutting him up.” The husband smiled and gave the money to the slave trader. Then he went to open the cage to grab the crying baby. As the little boy cried, he realized a different man held him but gently. 

“Shhh it’s ok. You’re safe now. Come, you will meet your new mother.” The husband gently cradles the baby while walking towards his wife. When the wife saw her husband with the baby, she felt overjoyed and went to them. 

“My darling, oh he looks so precious.” She gently caressed his little chubby cheek then wiping his tears. 

“Come my sweet child. You have nothing to fear. We will be your family. You’ll grow up with love and happiness.” When the baby listened to the soft voice of the woman, he slowly stopped crying. 

It didn’t take long for the infant to finally go to her. She smiled as the child became comfortable towards her. 

He holds on to the woman with his dear life. The baby was scared they would change their minds and leave him here alone and cold. He missed his nannies and governess who showered him with love and praise, but the most important being showered with love by his mother and father and sisters. 

“Let’s use my shawl to warm you up.” The woman gestured to her husband to take off her shawl to wrap the baby so he could be warm. Once the baby was wrapped with the shawl, the little one yawned and nuzzled on her chest as he drifted to sleep. 

“What name should we give him?” The husband whispers while walking beside his wife to go back home. 

The wife looked at the baby with surprise. This is truly a blessing from the gods. Maybe this is the reason why she was barren for many years because this little boy will need a loving mother and father to give the best unconditional love he deserves.  

“Arne Ackerman.” She said. The Ackerman couples continue walking on the dirt road to go back to their farmland. 

The lights started to get bright again. Levi opened his eyes to see the same shit face with excitement. 

“This is a historical ground breaking!” Dr. Andersen started writing down on his notepad. 

“What do you mean?” Levi grumbled annoyingly. His ancestor was born a prince so what. He doesn’t care at all. 

“Of course you don’t understand. You grew up here without the knowledge of learning history. I will happily explain it to you. You see Levi. In history books, Anne Boleyn and King Henry VIII only had a daughter, the Queen Elizabeth I of England. They say Anne had many miscarriages but it looks like she managed to give a prince to the king, but I guess after the kidnapping of Prince Arthur, things went south between them that led the king to behead her.” He then grabbed a tablet to show a general biography of both historical icons. Levi barely can understand English but learns enough to read what the tablet said. 

Levi frowned at what he read. This fat ass king was a shitty father and husband to not just with Anne but most of all his wives and his two daughters. The image of Anne Boleyn shows some resemblances to his mother. The eyes are what bring him back to those days as a little boy in the brothel. He had been cradled and loved by his mother, Kuchel. He can see from the memories of his ancestor embracing the love his mother gave when she visited him. Her eyes are the same exacted shade.  

He wanted to give his own son the love he deserved. Already the women in his bloodline had dealt shitty things and paid the price. He needs to get his own wife out of here. Hw doesn’t want history to repeat itself. For now he’ll “cooperate” to know more of Arne Ackerman that changed their bloodline destiny. What surprised him was that his ancestor was not Eldian that started the Ackerman clan. 

“Put me back in. I want to know more of this brat. Tch.” He said. The scientist nodded eagerly and resumed the machine to continue. Slowly, Levi goes back into reliving Arthur Tudor/Arne Ackerman’s life. 

(Sasha and Atticus)

The strange flying object finally landed on the ground. The brown haired soldier was holding the baby. Luckily, Atticus was a quiet one. He rarely cries unless he’s hungry, tired or pooped/peeped his diaper. As Sasha got off the plane, she looked around with wide eyes to see tall building structures that reached so high to the sky. She heard loud noises which Sasha preferred the sounds of the mountains than the cities. 

It still amazed her that this place looked so advanced that not even Marley cities couldn’t impress her anymore. It’s a good thing Sasha was good with babies. Back at her village in the mountains, she helped babysit small kids and babies when the mothers needed to go to a nearby town to get more supplies. 

“Miss Blouse, welcome to New York City. I’m your coordinator for your stay. My name is Melissa Hawthrone” A woman with blonde hair but with pink colored on the tips of her hair. Her personality was bubbly. 

“Oh you can call me just Sasha.” Her thick Eldian accent was showing as she spoke in English. Yes, those months of training all her squad members were educated in a few languages like English, Spanish, Arabic and Italian. Those days were hell since she wasn’t strong in academics, but when she learned a new language; she was grasping better than few of her friends did. 

“Alright, Sasha it is.” Melissa nodded. 

They walked to enter the airport building. Sasha became jumpy when the doors slid open automatically. “Woah! The door opens like magic.” She forgot that Atticus was a bit sensitive since he’s not used to the outside world. He began to whimper. “Oh sorry Princey, don’t cry. We’ll go somewhere quiet.” 

Just as they reached where the food court, Sasha stopped and sniffed the delicious aroma of food. Then her stomach growled. “Can we stop by to get meat? I’m so hungry.” She drooled from thinking of food like meat. Melissa nodded and led her to the food court. To Sasha this is heaven. There are so many options but these kinds of food are foreign to the food she usually eats.  

“What would you like to eat?” Melissa said. 

“Oh wow, is it possible to try it all?” She grinned as Melissa didn’t know what to say. 

Sometime later after trying all the chain restaurants in the airport, Melissa was driving to the new home where Sasha and baby Atticus will reside temporarily.  Alright the infant prince was wide awake which Sasha played peek-a-boo to entertain him. The car was filled with his giggles. 

“Is your stomach a video or something? I never met someone who can devour cheeseburgers like you.” Melissa said while driving. 

Sasha chuckled awkwardly. “I appreciate food too much. I got in trouble a lot back in my cadet years. Heck, even when I joined the Survey Corps.” 

Atticus stares at Sasha then begins to make a concentrated face. Next thing you know, the car started to stink. 

“Oh god! What did you feed him?” Melissa’s nose wrinkle from the awful scent from the baby. Sasha carefully lifted him up to sniff his bottom and made a disgusted face. “Seriously, this little guy can make titans smell like floras.” 

“How far are we to the house? He’s gonna need a bath when we get there.” Sasha is still wrinkling her nose from the smell.

“We’re already here.” The other woman parked by the curb of the street. Beside them, there’s a row of similar style buildings. Melissa turned off the car then unlocked the doors so Sasha can open the passenger’s door. Sasha held on to baby Atticus to get out of the car then closed it. 

“They all look the same.” Sasha said as she glanced at the row of buildings. They all have reddish-brown colored. There’s stairs that lead to the front door. 

Once Melissa got out and locked the doors of the car, she walked to the building with a golden number 333 on the blue-green door. The pixie haired woman took out the keys to unlock the door and opened them so they could enter the building. When Sasha entered the place, the interior looked very cozy. The walls were painted with cream yellow. The floor had wooden tiles with shine. On top the floor, a black and light grey pattern pathway rug contrasts the hallway. On the left side, an open wide space where the living room was located. The sunlight shined to make the room bright and aesthetic.

“This place is sooo pretty! Are you sure it’s ok for us to stay here? I’m worried I’ll break some of the place or the baby when he begins to crawl. It just looks so fancy.” She said while looking around the living room. 

“You’ll be fine, Sasha. This room is the living room and I can show you Atticus’ room so we can get rid of that awful smell.” Melissa led Sasha to the baby room. 

When they reached Atticus' room, the interior design looked like a jungle theme with silver colored walls. The crib was placed next to a wall. The animal stickers were attached to most of the walls except where the crib was placed. Instead animals on that wall, a big tree that reminds Sasha of the Path. 

“It’s so pretty. Oh if only Historia was here to see this room for her son…” Sasha frowned from thinking of her friend. She hopes her friend is alright, but knowing what she heard of her, it was hell what Historia is going through. 

“I assume that’s Atticus’ mother? What had happened to her? Did she die?” Melissa said.  

“No, she’s still alive. She’s in a situation where political schemes are lethal. She had her own son to be sent away to protect him because a certain nobleman wanted to kill his father’s bloodline for good.” The Eldian soldier explained to the New Yorker woman. 

“Will didn’t explain much about what had been happening over there. I’m sorry what your friend is going through. I hope our allies rescue her before it’s too late. This cutie deserves to have a mother. So what happened to the father?” Melissa already holds the baby to place him on the changing table.  

“Captain Levi had to stay there since he is our trump card. We called him Humanity’s Strongest. He low key hates that title. Sometimes, he mumbles at us when we say it.” Sasha chuckled at remembering those good old days when their squad were relaxing at the Mess hall eating and talking in the Headquarters of Mitras. 

Melissa helped out changing Atticus’ diaper. Sasha throws away the stinking diaper into the dispenser. “Levi Ackerman? I heard a little bit of the Mentor’s grandson. Is he really that short?” She said. 

Sasha nodded to respond to her question. “Yeah, but don’t mention or say anything about his height unless you want a good beating or make you clean every inch of a building everyday. He’s just plainly scary.” 

“I’ll keep in mind not to pissed him off. You know what they say about short people? They are hella scary when they're pissed especially if they are sweet and kind.” Melissa said. “Anyways, let’s get this cutie a nice warm bath.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think he got a bath when we left from Paradis.” Sasha said. Both women went to the bathroom to take Atticus a warm bath. 

(Nathaniel) 

What a disaster the evening was? Luckily, he and the templars had caught Historia and Levi from escaping. Damn that street rat Ackerman! It would be easier to just execute him. What so special about him and the Ackermans bloodline? All they are the true devils that obey and serve to royals like him. That’s all they were meant to do. Since their purpose had been unless; it’s best to eradicate them from their existence. 

Nathaniel walked to go to his chamber. When he opened the doors, Gilbert was waiting for him on the bed in a very seducing position. His lover was laying naked. The silky bed sheet only wrapped around his waist and some of his legs, but everything else was exposed for the king to see. The king sighed. He would love to give his precious lover the attention he deserves. With dealing of almost losing his wife and capturing the peasant, Nathaniel didn’t have the energy to give his all to Gilly. 

“My darling, I’m sorry but I’m not in the mood. A lot happened in one day. I’m too tired.” The King sat on his bed beside his lover. 

“But you had time for that whore, right?” Gilbert frowned as he sat up. 

“It’s not like that...you know that.” Nathaniel tried to explain. 

“Then please don’t neglect me, my love. I missed you. I haven’t spent time with you since you married her. It kills me seeing you with her. I feel like you’re changing your heart slowly and don’t deny it. I noticed the way your eyes stared whenever she roamed around the castle.” Gilbert said with anger. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gilbert. She’s just a mare to be bred so my bloodline can remain on the throne. I love you. Nothing will change us. I’m too exhausted. Can we talk about this later?” Nathaniel was not having it right now. He understands that Gilly was jealous and feeling insecure about their relationship, but he doesn’t need to worry about it. Right? What is there to fall for that bastard? Beside her golden hair flows like a silky river of gold as the sunlight shined on her. The way her pink lips becomes a smile when she’s happy. Her blue eyes spark with life. The crazy thing was all that happened whenever she looked at Levi Ackerman. Their relationship had been a secret right under everybody’s noses. Probably, they were together before she became queen. Just like her mother, she took into a similar path. 

“Maybe for now, but I warn you. The more you get closer to her, the more you’ll walk on dangerous waters especially Levi Ackerman is still in her heart.” Gilbert gets up as he begins to put on his clothes. “Just remember, she will always love him but not you.” Before Nathaniel could say anything, Gilbert stormed out of the room.  

Love is beginning to get complicated. Nathaniel had always dreamt to be a king. Long ago he was supposed to marry Historia’s older sister, the late Queen Freida Reiss. Now that woman was a true royal. Her pedigree matches with his. Both their parents made the betrothal agreement. When Wall Maria had fallen by Titans, everything that Nathaniel had dreamt of in the fairytale had died. Zeke Jaeger's father Grisha had killed his fiancée and her entire family expected that fat coward father of hers and the hidden bastard child, Historia. He had wished it was Historia who was killed and  not Freida. Freida was perfect. She was kind and caring. She was so ladylike. It’s a shame that she had to hide her position as queen that time. 

Yes, Frieda was his first love. Nathaniel may be into men, but he had made an exception because to him Frieda was a goddess that hasn’t had the chance to shine publicly. He remembered his last conversation with her before she died. 

(Flashback) 

It was night. Nathaniel was looking for Frieda in the palace until he spotted her in the private garden that only the royal family are allowed unless they invited guests.

“There you are. I was looking for you everywhere Freida.” Nathaniel smiled as he walked towards her. The raven haired woman turned around to see her fiancé. She gave a warm smile at him. His heart made a jump whenever she gave a smile at him. He sits beside her. 

“Everyone was looking for you. Are you alright?” He said in a concerning tone. 

“Hm not really. I’m just admiring the stars one last time before something that will change our history even though there will be deaths.” She mumbled. 

“Huh? What are you talking about? I’m sure there’s nothing to be worry about. Beside, our wedding will be tomorrow. We’re finally going to be together as husband and wife.” He tried to cheer her up. 

“I wish it was that simple, but being the holder of the Founding Titan; you just learned secrets that nobody here knows about. These secrets are my burden now. Is this what my uncle had to get used to it when he inherited the Founding Titan? Would you still love me if I wasn’t a royal?” Frieda glanced up to Nathaniel. This got his attention from what she said. 

“Frieda, my love. I love you for who you are. I don’t care anymore if you're royal or not. If you want to live in peace, say the word and by tomorrow after our wedding; we’ll live in the countryside of my family’s estates where no politics or royal duties determine how we should live.” He meant it. He’ll do anything for her. 

Frieda smiled and placed her hand on his cheek to caressed. “You’re one of the kind, Nathaniel. Please don’t ever change. I love you so much.” 

Nathaniel embraced her affection and smiled back. “I love you so much too.” 

“Can you make a promise to me?” Frieda said. Nathaniel nodded. Yes, he will keep whatever the promise was. 

“I have a little half sister. Her name is Historia. She’s the natural child of my father, but she’s such a cutie. Promise me you will look after her. No matter what, can I trust you to have her under your protection? She’s my light. I won’t forgive myself if anything happens to her.” Her eyes looked pleading. 

The young lord was shocked from finding out his fiancée has a half sister, a bastard. Yet Frieda doesn’t care. She loves her little sister no matter what. Usually, Nathaniel would scoff at anything related to bastards. After all, his father had sired a few of his own which broke his mother’s heart. The infidelity his father had committed. His father brought his bastard children to be raised along with him. This had made his mother throw a fit. His father didn’t tolerate her behavior and punished her. As a boy, he was scared for his mother whenever he watched her being punished by the late Lord Evans. 

He had begun to hate his father and especially his half siblings. His poor sweet mother died when she got an infection from the slashes she got on her back from being misbehaving. Of course, Nathaniel blamed his father and those bastards for his mother’s death. 

Once he got a bit older, Nathaniel did the unthinkable by making his father die in an “accident”.  As his heir, he became the new lord of the Evans family. His siblings were scared for their lives when he became lord. Only one actually did escape when he killed his siblings. Nathaniel didn’t feel remorse. In his view, they are low beings that destroyed his happy family. When he met Frieda, he felt like a monster because a sweet lovable Frieda doesn’t deserve a man like him. She was his light to his sins. 

“I will promise you that your half sister will be under my protection, my love. Historia will be safe. You and I will raise her if that’s what you wish.” He said. 

Frieda felt tears falling from her eyes. She hugged the man she loves. “I know you don’t like people like my sister, but it’s not her fault for her existence nor your half siblings…” 

He knows where this is going. When they were a few months into courting, he told her his dark secrets. At first, she was horrified. Later, she rant of what he did was inexcusable. How his half siblings shouldn’t be punished for his father’s sins. His mother, if she was alive, would not agree what he did to his siblings and his father. In the end, Frieda slowly begins to warm up to him again. 

He sighed. “I’m only doing this because it sounds like she's very important to you and you’re important to me so in a way she’s important to me now. You have nothing to worry about. Everything will turn out fine as we planned.” 

She nodded and gave him a tender kiss. The following day, he heard his Frieda died and his heart grew darker. 

(End Flashback) 

The thought of missing Freida still pains him. He may love Gilbert but Frieda will always have his heart. In a twisted way, he did keep his promise to Frieda. Historia is under  his protection. When he met Historia, something in him hasn’t shown in years since being with Frieda. The girl reminded him of Frieda. Like her, she’s caring and sweet. She is kinda ladylike but with a spunk. Historia is very passionate and fair. His now wife can be a bit aggressive when she gets pushed to her limit. He can see how compatible she is with the criminal Levi. They both don’t take shit from others. 

In a way, he does feel something for his wife. Gilly is right….he is changing. That’s what angers him the most. A girl who reminded of his first love is capable of taming his cruel heart. Just like her older sister once did. The Reiss girls do have a way taming monsters. It is in their blood. He had been trying not to acknowledge. When his first night with Historia happened, a part of him died for committing an awful act. He can accept him as a cold blooded murderer but a rapist? All he had heard after the act was her voice screaming at him.

You promise. You promise that you will protect her. Why my love? Why? 

She’s my light. You’re tainting my light…

Tears fell from his eyes. Her voice had haunted him since then. He couldn’t fall asleep from seeing Frieda in his dream accusing him. Fuck, he really is a monster. 

Maybe he should go check on Historia? Slowly, he gets up to wipe his tears then goes to open his door to leave his chamber to go to his wife’s. 

(Gilbert)

Gilly knocked on the doors. He waited for Alexander to answer. 

“Come in.” The Italian man granted permission to whoever entered his room. 

“Grandmaster Di Lorenzo, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I just need someone to listen.” He said shyly. 

“Ah, sweet Gilbert. No, you’re not disturbing me at all. Please make yourself comfortable.” The templar guided the other man to the couch. He poured two glasses of wine then handed one to Gilbert. 

“Tell me what does it seem to bother you?” He said while sipping his wine. 

“I think Nathaniel is falling for that whore- I mean the queen. I don’t understand what makes her so irresistible? The king is into men, the only reason he married her because she has royal blood and will give heirs.” Gilbert mumbled but his tone gave off a venomous feeling. 

“Mio caro angelo, don’t let jealousy ruin your beauty face. If he is falling for her then he’s a foolish king to let that happen. He should be lucky that a man like you still loves him. If I was in your situation, I would have left him.” Alexander sat next to him a bit too close. 

“I can’t leave him...even if I did; I can’t. I’m his servant in the end.” He looked down as disliking his birth status. 

“You don’t need to be anyone's servant. You have so much potential in you. All you need is to have someone from not holding you back.” The foreign man let his silky words enchant the younger man. 

“What are you saying? Nathaniel does bring out my potential. We have been through so much together.” Gilbert was getting defensive.  

“If he does, he would have long ago or as now released you from your servitude status and ranked you a bit closer to him. A person who claimed they loved would not hesitate to do so. So what’s your excuse to not find what you truly deserved?” Alexander pointed out. 

Gilbert was contemplating what his new friend had said. Yes, his king would have freed him to be more like a true lover not a slave to pleasure and love because they have too. Instead, he still hasn't made his first promise to Gilly. Maybe he needs to consider what makes him happy. What does he truly desire?

“I- I get I have been too comfortable with him that nothing would come between my position as his interest. I adore the affection and being worshipped by a deity. I always had the craving to be someone important...someone with influential power.” Gilbert felt the epiphany of the desire to be important. 

“You can have all of it if you join me, mio caro.” Alexander holds Gilbert’s hand to have his complete attention. 

“But aren’t I already part of your group?” Gilbert said. The grandmaster templar chuckled the way the younger man naively sounded. 

“Not as part of my inner circle yet. I can give you what you desire. Power, importance, and freedom.” He whispered to Gilbert’s ear. 

Gilbert couldn’t help it but blushed from how close the other man is towards him. He could imagine being part of something big and important. 

“If I accept your offer, what do you want in return?” He said cautiously. 

“You.” The man said in a huskily tone. 

Gilbert knew what he really wanted. Before being in a relationship with Nathaniel, he had so many offers from other men to be their nightly companion. The young man was worried that if he did accept it, he would break his current lover’s heart. What the little voice in his head whispered was: It won’t matter if you do break it. Nathaniel will never keep his promise as long that slut is still alive. Take it. All your dreams are right in front of you. 

That’s true. What’s the difference? In both, he still will be pleasuring one of them, but the differences: one of them will make him feel important and powerful. The other, still a shadow...being hidden. Gilbert is tired of the constant heartache of not being open to be showered by someone. He tried to see Nathaniel’s point of view. He did, but at the wedding feast, he just wants to yell and cry.  

“Will I be the only person to you and not have other lovers or a wife just to have a family?” Gilbert uses this as an ultimatum. He doesn’t want to make a decision that in the other promise had not kept. 

“Oh mio caro, you don’t ever need to worry about anyone else but you. I have no desire to have children. I prefer a life long partner instead. So will you accept my offer?” Alexander said. 

Gilbert placed his glass of wine on a table stand. He took a shallow deep breath as he made his decision. He made way to unbutton his shirt and let it slide off from him. Of course, Alexander smirked as the other had accepted his offer. Gilbert had already stripped down exposing all of him. He goes to straddle on the grandmaster’s lap which Alexander gladly accepted by wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. 

“I accept your offer.” Gilbert said in a soft tone. 

“I’m pleased to hear that you did. Just imagine, once the war is over; we’ll have half of the world in our palms. Soon the rest of the world. Everyone will bow to us as their rulers. You have jewels, riches, and power. Mio caro angelo.” Alexander whispered with sweet words that drove Gilly into a bliss of ecstasy. 

“Mmmm y-yes I want all of that and you.” Gilbert panting harder as he felt the other’s lips brushing on his skin like a tease. He gasped when his nipples were being pinched and played with. 

“What a gorgeous sound you make, mio angelo.” Alexander chuckled. He begins to leave kisses on the other’s neck. Now Gilbert began to buck down his hips to press on the older man’s cock then started to grind on him. 

“And you’re teasing me..” He whimpered. Gilbert moaned softly from the new sensation he was receiving. 

“Don’t you mean you are the tease?” Alexander groaned then he pinned Gilbert on the couch. He began to undo his pants to pull down enough for his cock to be free. Once Gilbert felt the other’s cock pressed on his entrance. 

Alexander watched how Gilbert squirmed underneath him. “Please I want you inside me.” Gilly begged. The grandmaster grinned then slowly entered into him. He began to thrust slow and steady to put the other over the edge.  Gilbert let the guilt and shame be buried deep as he wanted to once make a decision for himself even if there's a chance he’s going to hurt the person he cared for. 

(Historia) 

Historia for the rest of the night, she screamed and cried on the other side of the guarded doors. The queen was scared for Levi’s life. She can’t lose him. SHe needed him. Their son needed his father. Of course, no one listened to her, especially when she almost escaped  earlier or was it yesterday? Historia doesn’t know. Her curtains were covering the windows for her not to know if its alright this morning. 

For once the blonde woman prayed to any deity listening to protect the man she loves and her son. She prayed to have the strength in order to defeat her enemies. All they do take everything that she holds dear to. SHe tried to be strong not just as a queen but as a mother, wife, and friend. Oh Walls, Nathaniel better not come for wanting to perform his duty. The thought of him doing it again made her sick. Most of the time, she hears whispers in her head from her old demons the queen used to bury them when she had met Ymir long ago. 

“Y-ymir….I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for being unable to keep your promise.” She said while sobbing. 

As she stared at a wall when her sobbing had calmed down, the petite woman heard a familiar voice in her head. 

Stop crying. Krista or show I now call you Historia? Remember what I told you that day. Live for yourself. Don’t be afraid to fight for what you want. I know you are capable of showing your fury to anyone that is across your path.  Underneath that angel face, you’re similar like Captain Hobbit. Fight or Fly, Historia. Fight to survive.

“Y-Ymir? Is that you?” Historia whispered confusedly. 

It’s me. See, did I tell you I would always be with you no matter what. By the way, I forgive for crawling into his pants after I left with those two dumbasses. How would have thought Captain Levi would fall for someone. 

Historia’s eyes widened in shock. Ymir is in her head. She can feel her presence in her. When her old flame mentioned about that day when she lost her virginity to Levi, her face became red with embarrassment and shame at the same time. After all the things Ymir did for her, Historia slept with Levi right after coming back from the betrayal of Reiner and Bertholdt. Maybe she is her mother’s daughter. 

Oh for fuck’s sake stop with your pity bullshit. Where’s that badass girl I fell in love with when you told your dad to fuck off? Now, that’s the real you. The Historia I admired. Levi also fell in love with that girl too. So, don’t hide your true self. Show the world who you really are?

Historia got up then glanced at the reflection of herself. Her hair was messy. Her face had tear stains, but she saw the fire in her blue eyes. Ymir was right. She needed to stop getting pity and crying since it’s not doing nothing for her. 

“What should I do now?” She said with determination. 

Like what the assassin man said. Pretend you will behave like a good girl but not too obvious. He’s not stupid. Play your part if you want to save Levi. This time you're the hero and he’s your damsel in distress. 

Historia let a small smirk. She will play the act. 

A/N: So what do you guys think about Nathaniel’s background? I decided to give him what made him to be like this. Just to be clear, he’s bi but more lean towards men. He was groomed to one day be married with a wife and have kids but with what had happened to Frieda, a part of him died. When he met Gilly, buried all his feelings and painful memories of his first love as Gilly did motivated him to rise to power to be king for not the bright reasons. Now, Gilly. He’s something else. He reminded me of how Historia’s mother would be if Rod Reiss continued the affair after the birth of Historia. 

So, I don’t know much about how their relationship was or ended but let’s be safe in this AU, Lord Rod stopped favoring her when their daughter was born. This is one of the reasons Alma, which I think that’s her name, despises Historia. To her she’s just a mistake that didn’t get her to where she wanted to be, her Lord’s paramour. Also, we finally get to see the birth of the Ackermans and where they came from. Yes, I added very familiar historical icons. Remember this is an AU. So, imagine if Anne Boylen did give birth to a son, but things still didn’t turn out the way she had hoped for and got executed. Don’t worry, you’ll see more of Arne’s life through Levi’s genetic memories. But I’ll let you guys think how you see these characters. I mean that’s the beauty of it!lol 

Thank you guys for the reviews and kudos. I appreciated them. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Have the rest a wonderful week. Until next time, see ya!

[bssaz97]

I have to ask how did Qrow and Juanes family react to the kids in Missing for a Year

Missing For A Year Part 3

Ruby: “Miss Goodwitch, thank you so much!” *Large Anime Tears fall down her face*

Glynda: “You’re welcome Miss Rose, although I do recommend keeping a closer watch of your children while at events in the future.”

Both Ruby and Jaune nodded rapidly to her sound advice, who will make sure to take the advice to heart.

Ruby/Jaune: “We promise we will!”

Glynda: “Good. Now.” *lifts up her riding crop directly at the ice block*

*CRACK!*

The ice prison around the two newlyweds had been broken apart, freeing them so that the two can freely move again. Much to the joy of the two leaders and displeasure of a disgruntled ice queen.

Qrow: *approaching* “Well I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Does it kiddo.”

Ruby: “Uncle Qrow!” *petal bursts out of the ice cube and launches herself at him*

Qrow: “Oof!” *catches her while laughing* “Geez pipsqueak! I’m not as young as I use to be, you could be a little gentler...”

Ruby: “Sorry I’m just so excited to see you again!”

Qrow: *hugs her tightly* “Yeah me too.”

Ruby: “I’m sorry it took so long.” *hangs head in shame*

Qrow: “Hey none of that alright. What’s happened has happened, no use in crying over spilled milk. Just seeing that you’re alive and well is all I need.”

Ruby: “You too. I know we’ve been gone for awhile but we missed you all so very much and I wished we could’ve come back sooner to you all.”

Qrow: “Well maybe remember to stamp your letters next time.” *he jokes*

Ruby: “It was a honest mistake!”

Qrow: *laughs and ruffles her hair* “Whatever you say kiddo.”

Ruby: “Meanie...to think I almost named one of my children after you.”

Qrow: “Probably a good call that you didn’t. Don’t need to have a kid named after me until I’m at least in the grave.”

Ruby: “Oh ha-ha.”

Jaune finished swiping of all the ice residue on his person then rubs his hands together rapidly to warm them up. Being trapped in a large ice cube wasn’t very comfortable in the least. His mother helps her son by removing her scarf and wrapping it around his hands.

June: “Are you alright sweetie?”

Jaune: “Yeah just a bit frosty.”

Yang: “...Did he?”

Taiyang: “I think he just did.”

Jaune: “What? I can make puns too. You all didn’t originate them.”

Taiyang: “Ok fair enough.”

Jaune: “Oh yeah by the way...are we cool?” *gestures between himself and his father-in-law*

Taiyang: “Well considering that you pretty much married my daughter behind our family’s back, I should be furious. But since you’ve already made me a grandfather I can’t really stay mad at you.”

Jaune: “Really?”

Taiyang: “No.”

Jaune: “Figured.”

Taiyang: *laughs* “Relax kid, I’m just messing with you. Glad to have you in the family.”

Jaune: “Thanks.” *smiles*

June: “Speaking of grandchildren...YOINK!” *takes an infant Rowan/Summer from Taiyang and Yang*

Taiyang/Yang: “Hey!”

June: “Hello my little darlings~ I’m so happy to meet you two. Look at how big you two are already. I’m your Granny June and I love you both so much! Oh you’re both so cute~” *she coos as she cradled the two infants rocking them to and fro*

Jaune: “Uh mom, I know you’re excited about your new grandchildren but you should really-.”

June: “Oh come now Jaune I’ve raised eight kids including you so I think have this under-!”

Summer: *gurgling noises with her face turning green*

June: “...oh no.” *face paled*

*BLEEEGH!*

What Jaune tried to warn his mother about was that Summer was unfortunately cursed with his inherited motion sickness. As such Summer did not like to be rocked otherwise it would lead to her spit up all over said person’s shirt.

June: “....oh dear.” *looks down at her ruined dress*

Ruby: *gasp!* “Mrs. Arc I’m so sorry!” *grabs a tissue and tries to clean it off*

Jaune: “I tried to warn you.”

June: “That’s ok, this isn’t something I haven’t gone through before. Although I would be more than grateful if you could take back these two while I get cleaned up.” *handing their babies back to them*

Ruby: “Are you sure you don’t want me to help? I feel really bad.”

June: “It’s alright dear. I’ve raised eight children after all, so there’s nothing to worry about. Jaune, be a dear and introduce your children to the rest of the family before your sisters complain about not seeing their new niece and nephew, ok?”

Jaune: “Sure.”

As June Arc was making her leave most, of not all of Jaune’s sisters swarmed them just as she said they would.

Rouge: “Oh my goodness look at you two!”

Saphron: “You’re so small and look so cute!”

Vert: “What’s their names little bro?”

Jaune: “Uh, This is Rowan and Summer.” *points at each of his children*

Bleu: “Do they have all their necessary shots?” *adjusts her glasses*

Jaune: “What? No, they’re barely three months old!”

Noir: “Why didn’t you tell us you two eloped?”

Blanc: “And how did you get pregnant so fast?”

Ruby: “W-Well we wanted to marry after the war so that’s what we did.”

Violet: “How can you tell which is a boy and girl?”

Arc Siblings/Ruby: .....

Violet: “What? It’s a legitimate question.” *shrinks in embarrassment*

Nicholas: “Girls.”

At the sound of his voice all the Arc women made way for the patriarch of their family. He walked towards the brand new couple/parents, his towering figure nearly encompassing them in shadow.

Nicholas: “Son.”

Jaune: “Hey Dad...long time no see. Heh”

Arc Sisters: *winces*

Terra: *facepalms*

Ruby: *whispering* “Really?”

Jaune: “Uhhh. So! ...How are you?”

Saphron: *mouthing ‘NO!’*

Jaune: “I mean. What I mean to say is-!”

Nicholas: “Stop.” *raises his palm*

Jaune: 0x0

Nicholas: “What’s done is done. There’s no use to bringing up the past.”

Jaune: “Right...”

Nicholas: “But I am very happy to see you alive.....and apparently with a wife and children.” *rests his raised hand on Jaune’s shoulder*

Jaune: “...Thanks Dad.”

Nicholas: *nods then removes his hand* “So if I heard correctly, this one is Rowan and this one is Summer right?” *gestures to the two infants*

Ruby: “Yessir. My tiny little blessings.”

Nicholas: “...heh. I see you’ve adopted June’s nicknaming habit.”

Ruby: “Yep.”

Nicholas: “Mm. Looks like you have a keeper my son.”

Jaune: “I’m lucky to have her.” *one arm hugged Ruby*

Ruby: *smiles*

Nicholas: “Good. Don’t do anything stupid to mess it up. You hear me boy.”

Jaune: “Wouldn’t dream of it sir.”

Rowan/Summer: “Ahh!” *make curious baby noises*

Nicholas looks down to see both Rowan and Summer then bends his knees, lowering his large frame to look into the little ones. They looked at the older Arc curiously, looking at his aged but still strong facial features and Summer was brave enough to reach out touch the older man’s beard. This caused Summer to giggle as the hair tickled her tiny fingers, causing Nicholas to laugh softly at the child’s pure laughter. Rowan followed soon after Summer and he giggled as well once he felt Nicholas’ beard.

Nicholas: “Hello little ones, I am your grandpa. I am pleased to meet you.” *he said with what could be called a genuine smile*

Ruby: “ohhhh” *she watches the display in amazement* <3

Qrow: “WOW Nicky, I think you just made a genuine smile on your face.”

Nicholas: “Qrow...”

Qrow: “Hey don’t scare the babies now! They’re impressionable.” *while smirking*

Ruby: “Qrow be nice.” *she chides her honorary uncle/mentor*

Qrow: *raises his hands in mock surrender*

Ruby: “Hey Rowan, look this my Uncle Qrow. Isn’t he cool?”

Rowan: *head tilts* “Ah?”

Ruby: “Yes he’s the coolest uncle ever. You want him to hold you?”

Qrow: “Uh Ruby I don’t-.”

Ruby: “Here you go.” *moves Rowan into his arms*

Qrow: “Wait Ruby don’t-! Ok here we go. Uh hey there kid. Nice to...meet you.”

Rowan: ....

Ruby: “It’s ok Qrow, he’s only a baby. He won’t bite.”

Qrow: “Right. Um, heh, You look a lot like your mom. Kinda surprised that your supposed to be the boy.”

Rowan: .... *hrk!* *BLEGH!*

Qrow eyes widen but it was already too late, all he could do was look down and see that Rowan had just spit up all over his new shirt. Both parents gave nervous looks but also tried not to laugh at Qrow’s expense. Taiyang, Yang, Nicholas, and the seven Arc sisters, however, did not follow their example, laughing their guts out.

Rowan: *giggles and points at Qrow*

Qrow: “Oh now you find me funny. Don’t ya, you lil’ gremlin.” *eye twitches*

Ruby: “Hey I’m sure he didn’t mean to do that!”

Yang: “Hahahaha! I don’t know Ruby, he seemed pretty determined to puke all over Qrow!” *covering her mouth*

Qrow: “Well at least I know you’re your Mother’s kid. You’re a brat through and through.”

Ruby: “Hey!”

June: “Ok I’m back what did I-...Oh dear. Apparently both children have motion sickness.”

Nicholas: “No dear, it’s just the boy knows how to get back at others.” *he smiles in pride of his progeny*

-Fin-

A/N: Boy did this one take me awhile to get done. I had a lot of ideas for how this were to go and tried to fit them all in so hope I met your expectations. Thanks again for your support! 😊

P.S. I did my best to make names for the remaining Arc sisters and I decided to simplify and translate the names of the girls in accordance to their color from the portrait we saw in Volume 6 in Saphron’s house. Also keep in mind I have no idea what the age difference is just know I did my best and this will be my head canon until proven otherwise.

Rouge = Eldest (Red w/ Short Hair)

Saphron = Second (Orange that was Upside down. Her name is closer to orange so yeah)

Vert = Third (Green)

Blanc/Noir = Twins (Ok so they had blue bows but the also look to be wearing black and white so I went with that to avoid confusion)

Bleu = Sixth (Blue w/ Glasses)

Violet = Neña (Violet, no brainer)

Jaune = Youngest (Yellow. Ok so he appears to be the youngest from the photo as most of the time the most recent child is at the center of most family pictures. But again I could be wrong but I stand by what I said until CRWBY says otherwise...probably)

[hyucksoftie]

alone | jisung

genre: fluff & angst

words: 2.7k+

requested: yes

desc: you've been alone your whole life, but that changes when han jisung starts talking to you. maybe having company isn't so bad?

a/n: i hope everyone had a good christmas! here's a late xmas gift 💗

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It was a Friday when Han Jisung first started to talk to you. The period you had was lunch.

Per usual, you sit alone during lunch. Music plays into your ears, earbuds in and volume loud to distract yourself from everyone else. That's when a green tray came into your line of sight, slamming against the table. You look up and stare into Jisung's warm brown eyes, a smile on his face. "Hey, you don't mind if I sit here, right?"

Quite frankly, you did mind. You were alone for most of your life, it wasn't long before you started liking it that way. But Jisung took your silence as approval and sat down across from you. "You're Y/N, right?"

You only offer him a nod, biting into your turkey sandwich. "I'm Jisung." You nod again and continue to ignore him.

"Where are your friends? Late?" You almost let out a laugh. How did Han Jisung know your name, but not the fact that you had no friends at all?

Wiping your mouth, you softly chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, the sound made Jisung's heart flip. "I have no friends." He frowns. "Oh...so you just sit alone?" His eyes were filled with pity, maybe a little bit of guilt. You saw it, but chose to ignore it. "Yup."

"Well, routines die, Y/N. Consider me your new friend." With that, Jisung smiles at you and begins stuffing his face with fries. You should be happy, happy someone wanted to be around you and consider themselves your friend; but you weren't. You were annoyed.

You liked being alone. Why talk with anyone when they'll eventually turn their back on you? You've learned your lesson.

But you chose not to say anything. Jisung's friends didn't seem to be around, and he probably didn't like being alone like you did so you let him stay. You promised yourself that that will be the last time you let anyone sit with you.

What was with Jisung and trying to grow close to you? Did he want something? You thought yesterday would be the last you'd hear of him.

2 AM on a Saturday night, you just so happened to run into him at a 24/7 pharmacy. You were wearing your baggy pajamas, hair up in a ponytail to look at least a little presentable. All you needed was a few ramen packets to fill your stomach up for the next week. Then you saw him.

Han Jisung in the hair dye aisle, scanning through ever shade. You needed to pass that aisle to get to the food, but you were debating if you even needed food. Too late.

"Oh, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here. Why aren't you at home sleeping?" You fidget. Great. Now you had to talk with him. "I could ask you the same."

Jisung laughs, and you almost laugh too. You prevent yourself from doing so, though. "Uhh...I couldn't sleep, and Minho couldn't either so we came here. What about you?"

"Minho's...here?" You weren't gonna lie, you may or may not have had a small crush on said boy. He was the only person you talked to occasionally, the only person that you wouldn't be annoyed at if he sat with you. But he doesn't. Which is where your tiny crush dies. Jisung notices your spaced out look and smiles sadly.

You didn't like him. "Um, yeah." You hadn't answered his question, but Jisung didn't bother to ask again. "I can trust you right?" Jisung asks.

Blinking, you nod. Could he say bye so you could go? You'd much rather be at home than in this situation. "Which color should I choose?"

"Blue."

"That was fast. What about-" Jisung turned but you weren't there. Yet, he could still smell your vanilla scent.

Vanilla was your favorite, he noticed. At school, you always chose vanilla pudding instead of chocolate. Back in first grade, you brought an empty carton of vanilla ice cream to show & tell. Jisung looked at the cash register and saw your back. Along with the packets of ramen, on the counter was a vanilla scented air freshener.

"You know what color you're dying your hair yet?" Minho reappeared, his basket full of junk food. Jisung turns and nods with a smile. "Blue."

You found yourself at the same place on Sunday. Same store, same time. Hell, even the same scenario. You didn't need food, you got into an argument with your mom and needed to get out. And for some odd reason, the pharmacy brought you comfort.

"Y/N?" You turn around and face Jisung. You gasp and cover your mouth, letting out a quick "sorry." Jisung's hair was no longer blonde, but a very off white. "I know, it's wack."

Jisung laughs softly and you can't help but laugh too. This time you gave into the want. If Jisung was being honest, he dyed his hair white because it reminded him of vanilla; it reminded him of you. Maybe then you'd like him. It was stupid, that he knew right after he got out of the shower and saw it.

"I should've gotten blue like you said." Oh yeah, you suggested blue. You wonder what made him change his mind. You would know if you asked him, but the antisocial part of you didn't want to drag on the conversation.

"What brings you here again?"

"I got into an argument with my mom...I really needed to get out of the house and this was the only place I could think of." Jisung smiles at you. "I'm sorry about that."

You smile back. "It's- It's fine." Jisung bows his head before walking past you and to the hair dye aisle once again. For some reason you found yourself following him, almost like a lost puppy.

Jisung notices but doesn't say anything, his eyes searching for the blue in the vast array of colored boxes. You find it and grab it, handing it to him. "Oh- thanks."

He goes to the counter and the cashier scans the box, but Jisung didn't pay immediately after. "Do you want anything?" You bite your lip and scan the snacks below the desk. You opt for vanilla filled chocolate bites, placing them on the counter. Jisung pays, grabbing the plastic bag and walking out. Again, you follow him without really questioning why.

"Do you need a ride back home?" No, I don't. You nod, smiling shyly up at the boy.

Jisung turned on the radio, heating up the car for you. "Which way is your-"

"Jisung? I don't want to go home."

He tightens his lips and looks down at you, your eyes pleading. He couldn't help but frown at the sight. "Ok...my place instead?" A small nod is all he needs before he starts driving the way home.

"Jisung who the hell did you bring home, I thought you were just gonna get hair dye-" Minho emerges from his room and turns on the lights. You blush under his stare, inching closer to Jisung for some sort of relief. "Oh. Hi, Y/N."

You wave, offering a small smile.

"I'm gonna dye my hair now, I want to get rid of this as soon as possible." Jisung runs a hand through his hair, a pout on his lips. "I'm not helping you again." Minho says, already walking back to his room. Jisung turns to you, you already knew what he was asking of you. "I'll help."

"I hate you, this is never coming off." You wipe at your shirt, trying to get the blue dye off, but to no avail. "Not my fault you're HORRIBLE at this."

You send him a glare, lips pouty. Jisung's heart was all over the place, the only thought in his mind being 'cute.'

Groaning, you give up and leave your shirt alone. "Are you gonna wash your hair?" Jisung jumps at your words, almost as if realizing that was a thing you had to do. Laughing, you watch as he leans over the sink, splashing water onto his head.

"Jisung, you're getting me wet!"

"Oh, am I really?" You nod. "Yeah you are-" Your shirt becomes more damp, the water coming from Jisung's direction. You frown, throwing water back at him. "Meanie."

He ignores you and continues to splash water onto you. Huffing, you wipe your face. "You're getting your ass beat."

On Monday you found yourself skipping school with Jisung. His hair was now a dark blue, it looked really good on him. Much better than what he previously had.

After your water fight, the both of you ended up soaking. You didn't go to bed until 5 AM, bundled up in Jisung's clothes. You actually had fun with him, you didn't mind the idea of him sitting with you as much anymore.

That's probably why you felt so comfortable with him now, sitting in front of you at a coffee shop nearby.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question? I'm genuinely curious about something." You chew on your muffin and nod at Jisung. He smiles and fiddles with his fingers. "Why do you sit alone during lunch break? Do your friends have different lunches?"

You're quiet, avoiding Jisung's eyes. He didn't know you like you thought he did. He genuinely wanted to know you? He didn't talk to you out of pity? Sighing, you offer him the best fake smile you could put on. He wouldn't know it was fake anyways. "I don't- I don't have any friends..." Jisung blinks and his mouth opens in surprise.

"Oh...really?" You nod. "Doesn't it get lonely?" Could he let the topic go? You were starting to grow irritated. "I like being alone."

Jisung frowns. He didn't get it. How come someone like you doesn't have any friends? He's only properly hung out with you once, but he enjoyed it. You were fun. Do you not want friends? Whatever it was, he didn't ask any further.

By Thursday, you find yourself with Jisung always. You two laugh, eat, do anything together. His presence didn't bother you but instead it made you feel all warm inside. He kind of made you feel weird.

He didn't make you uncomfortable, it was a feeling inside of you whenever he was around that was weird. When you started feeling like this? No idea. But you'd ponder about it a lot.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

Looking up, you make eye contact with Jisung, eyes worried. There is that weird feeling again. There was a thought at the back of your head, but you push it away.

Gulping, you nod. "Yeah, yup, I'm fine." He smiles and it does something to you. Jisung continues talking but your mind wanders somewhere else. You stare at his pretty eyes, eyelashes fluttering open and closed. His round chipmunk like cheeks, his blue hair, his lips-

Oh no. This wasn't happening.

"Jisung I got- go. Me. I have to go."

"What? Y/N what's going-" You pick up your bag and scurry out of the lunch room, not even saying goodbye. Your stomach hurt and your head hurt.

It was obvious what was going on, yet you didn't want to admit it. That weird feeling.

Jisung sat alone and confused. Did he do something? Say something? He was worrying about you. He always was. Even before you grew close, he worried about you. When he saw you talking with Minho, he'd always ask him how you were. What you told him. He was nosy when it came to you.

It was like last week's Friday repeated itself this week. Jisung tried talking to you but you didn't want him to. You wanted to be left alone, by yourself.

"Y/N, whats wrong? Did something happen? Please tell me." Nothing. Jisung smiles that gentle caring smile and reaches over to put his hand over yours. "You can talk to me." Your eyes stay on his hand, then they move to his face. Your heart went crazy.

What was he doing to you?

"Jisung cant you see I want to be alone? I'm meant to be alone. What are you gaining talking to me? Go away! Leave me alone! I don't want you here." His eyes widen.

Then they slit into a glare, confusion in those brown orbs. "What has gotten into you? I started talking to you because I wanted to, not because I thought I'd gain something. Y/N, you aren't meant to spend your life by yourself. I'm your fr-"

"Do you ever shut up? You're so annoying. I told you to go away, now do it. I never wanted you here." Seeing the hurt in Jisung's eyes stung your heart. His lips held a frown. But you stood your ground.

Getting rid of Jisung would get rid of your feelings.

Right?

He gets up from the seat across of you and without a word or a look back, he leaves. And with him he takes a little bit of your heart.

Saturday, you're alone but it doesn't feel the same. You don't like it. You hate every second of it. Being by yourself doesn't feel nice anymore, it feels...lonely. And you know exactly why.

Sunday. The day goes by painfully slow. You learned to accept it. Accept the fact that you liked Jisung, and you missed him. You missed hearing him talk about how dumb Minho is, you missed his laugh, his loud clapping, his warmth. Everything about Jisung, you missed. Everything about him that you fell for, you missed.

Just like last week, you were at the pharmacy. At 3 AM. Sleep was hard to get, your thoughts were on Jisung only. Jisung was gone but your feelings towards him weren't. Instead of disappearing, they grew stronger.

Walking past the hair dye section, you find yourself stuck there. Your eyes were on one color: blue. Why did everything remind you of him?

You continue walking in your oversized pj's, heading towards the ice cream. Vanilla would help with your sadness. Vanilla helps with everything. You open the fridge and take out the tub of vanilla ice cream. "Maybe I'll get two..." You grab another and head towards the checkout.

The cashier scans your stuff, when suddenly an air freshener is thrown on the counter. The scent? Vanilla. You look up and see a face you've been longing to see. But Jisung doesn't look at you. Not even when he speaks.

"You need to replace your old one."

Your eyes stay on Jisung, tracing all the features of his face with your pupils. That is, until the cashier calls out to you. "Anything else?"

Shaking your head, you quickly take out your wallet to pay, but it falls. "Oh-"

Jisung picks it up and hands it to you.

After paying, you didn't leave the store. You stood to the side and waited for Jisung to finish paying for his things. Once he was done you rush to him and grab his arm. "Listen I am so-"

"Mean? Cold? Yeah, I know." You frown. He was right. "I...I know what I said was mean-"

"Yup."

"-but I wasn't thinking. I was confused. I wasn't in a good place when I said those things. I didn't mean anything I said. Nothing at all. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your eyes started to water. "These past 2 days, I realized how much I do want you in my life. Being alone sucks. I like being with you. I miss you."

Jisung frowns and holds your face. "Y/N don't cry." He brings your head to his chest, fingers running through your hair.

"I-I like you, Han Jisung. So much."

You look up and cup his cheeks, pouting up at him. "I like you a lot, you fool. Curse you for being cute." Jisung laughs and smiles down at you. "I like you too, you big crybaby."

With that, he leans forward with your face still in his hands. His lips leave the softest kiss on your own, pillowy against yours. It lasts like five seconds, but it felt like forever. You liked it. A lot. Jisung licks his lips and smiles at you.

"Nice vanilla chapstick."

[dragonlover123a]

Demonic Guardian

(E/c)- Eye Color

(H/s)- Hair style (curly, straight, fluffy, etc)

(H/l)- Hair Length

(H/c)- Hair Color

(S/c)- Skin Color

(Y/h)- Your Heritage (White, Black, Hispanic, etc)

(M/n)- Mom's Name

Being scared, lost and alone was one thing, but being five years old and stalked by a creepy older man who said he was friends with your Mommy? That was on a whole other level.

You, a little 5 year old kid with striking (e/c) eyes, gorgeous (h/s), (h/l), (h/c) hair, and probably the clearest (s/c) a five year old can have, was currently running for your life from a strange man.

"Get back here you little bi-" he yelled, only pausing his insult to look up at the other man whose leg you had just ran into.

Not even bothering to look up, you apologized. "I-I'm sowwy, I-I didn't see you, pwease excuse me" you stammered out, trying to stand back up, only to fall to the ground again. Only this time, a large pale green hand with black claws flashed out to grab your arm and prevent you from hitting the ground.

Finally looking up, you realized why the man chasing you was so frightened. This dude was huge! Taller than what's considered normal. Not only that, but he had glowing green eyes in pools of black, and a huge bleeding gash across his throat that didn't seem to bother him at all. But despite his frightening appearance, his eyes where gentle as they looked you over for any injuries. "Are ye okay lass?" He asked in a strange voice, and accidentally showing off razor sharp teeth.

You shook your head and glancing at your pursuiter before looking back at him. His eyes followed your gaze and he seemed to understand what exactly was going on. "Lassie," he whispered in your ear, "I can protect you from him, but ye have to pretend like I'm yer adopted father okay? And then we can find yer real parents once he's gone"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Daddy! The big meany over there is trying to take me somewhere bad!" You exclaimed. Yup, you've done this before. Mostly with cops though. Sometimes you did it with people who liked to dress up as your favorite superheroes, but that's for another time.

The scary looking man you where holding onto stood up to his full height as he placed you on his hip and stared down the now nervous looking creep. "Is this true?" He asked, "are you trying to take away my daughter?"

"W-well, I-I, I didn't realize she was-" he stammered out, clearly fearing for his life right now. The one holding you stepped closer. "I would highly suggest you get out of my face right now," he growled out, "otherwise the little one might see something that will haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life, and I personally don't want that"

The other man wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. Smirking in triumph, the tall scary looking man looked down at you. "Now that he's gone, may I have your name, little one?" He asked. You looked down and bit the inside of your cheek. Mommy had always told you not to give your name to strangers, but this one did just save your life. "It's (y/n)" you muttered, and he smiled, seeming to know what you just said. "Beautiful name. Now, let's see about finding yer parents, shall we? They must be worried sick"

After a while of walking, you learned a few things about him. Like that he wasn't human, and he was more than a century years old. Also about what he can do, like travel through phone wires and track down your mother just by your scent alone. Finally after what seemed like forever, you spotted her. "Mommy! Mommy I'm over here!" You called out, waving to her.

The woman looked up from the security desk and breathed a sigh of relief, not even fazed by the strange man holding you. "Oh thank you so much for finding her! I was so worried!" She exclaimed, taking you from him, "I'm (m/n), and you are?" "Anti" He responded, turning to leave, "you be a good girl (y/n), and we might just meet again" he called over his shoulder

You never forgot him, and you never saw him again. Until twenty years later you where coming home drunk and a bunch of men where following you. And you, at 25, had grown up to be a gorgeous young lady. Only problem? You had stopped growing way to early in life and was stuck at a miniscule 4'6. Your body had developed like it should have, so you where proportionate, you where just really short and sometimes it sucked, like right now. After some (sort of?) quick thinking, you ducked into a nearby alleyway only to find out you where blocked by a wall and now trapped. And you where about to accept your fate, when a pair of long, black jeaned legs stepped out in front of you and you heard an all to familiar voice before you blacked out.

Next thing you know, you woke up at home in your own bed as the morning sun shone through your window. Getting up and putting on a comfy robe, you walked down to the kitchen to make your preferred morning drink, only to stop in your tracks when you saw a familiar figure on your couch. Making your drink now forgotten, you studied the sleeping man in your living room. First thing you noticed was how big he was compared to your tiny customized couch. His head was resting against the back cushions, his wide shoulders on one arm and the small of his back was on the other while his butt and legs hung off. Next thing you noticed however was the green skin and the large bloody gash across his throat. Could this be the same man? There was no way after 20 years he looked exactly the same, could he? Now curious you decided to lean in a little closer. Bad idea. His eyes flew open and before you could react, his forehead connected with your nose as he was trying to get up. Spoiler alert: a glitchy demonic entity's head is a lot harder than yours. Now screaming in pain, you fell into the now empty couch cushions.

Realizing what he just did, Anti rushed to your side. "Holy shit, I am so fookin sorry!" He apologized, placing a hand over the one over your bleeding nose. "Lemme see the damage, I can fix it." You shook your head no and tried keeping your hand there, but he was stronger. He quickly assest the situation before getting all the needed supplies to bandage up your broken nose. All the while he explained who he was, why he was in your shitty apartment, and that he recognized you from when you where a child, which confirmed your suspicions.

In the next years, you would learn to really truly love this demon who really cared for you, meet and become part of his crazy little family that consists of, a zombie, a superhero, a doctor, a dapper mute, a vlogger, a magician and an explorer. After a few years, Anti finally struck up a nerve to ask you if you would be his forever and of course, you said yes. Decades past, and you start to become old and gray. While he on the other hand, seemed to stay young, strong and tall.

He knows your at the end of this wonderful journey, and he's kinder, more patient as he helps you with your day to day routine and memory problems. Soon enough your laying on your deathbed, your hand on his cheek as a tear slips out of his eye and down his cheek. "I don't want to lose you Little One" he chokes out. You smile, and study his everlasting features one last time. "You won't Anti, I promise" you breathe out, before going still.

He holds your still body as he cries, and his brothers are a little surprised too actually see him like this. "Zere iz nozing ve can do for her now" Schneeplestien says, placing a hand on his demonic brothers shoulder. "But, ve can turn her remainz into a diamond and embed it into your knife." He offered. Anti nodded and let go of (y/n). He made a vow, and he was going to keep her by his side for all eternity, for he had become her Demonic Guardian

A/n: I legit choked up writing the end there. So I hope you enjoyed it angst gremlins. But anyway, feedback is always appreciated and reblogs are better than likes, yadda yadda that kinda stuff

[fatesinthenight]

Yay!^^ now that the ask thingy is fixed imma ask for a story if you are up to doing it!^^ Toddler!Spark is at the park with both Anti and SweetSpark when he sees two teen age boys picking on Paralyzed! Toddler! Reader and so he runs away from anti, yells at the bullies in his cute toddler way,and threatens to get his daddy on them if they don't leave the reader alone and then the bullies just leave and when anti finally catches up to his son he finds him building sandcastles and talking to us^-^

“That’s a lot of water.” Spark looks out to the ocean.

“That’s the ocean sweetie.” Sweetspark is sitting on a towel. They smile at how Spark’s eyes go big looking at the ocean. “Anti please stop giving everyone a death glare.”

Anti is standing and has his arms crossed. He looks around the beach and eyes anyone that looks in the direction of Sweetspark. “No. Only I get to have eyes on you while you look so dam hot.”

Sweetspark blushes. “Anti… Not I front of Spark.” They look down at their swimwear. “It’s not even much.”

“Nope your drop dead sexy and I hate anyone that looks at you.” Anti practically has steam coming out of his ears.

“Ummm some of those so call stares are for you.” Sweetspark adds. Anti is shirtless and in some black trunks with a green lightning bolt print all around. There are some people that stop and look at him.

Anti grumbles. “I’m a happily married man with a gorgeous spouse and a perfect son. I will keep an eye on them always and never loose them!”

“Anti… Spark is gone.” Sweetspark looks around.

Anti feels a arrow to the heart. “AUGHHHHH NOT AGAIN!!!”

Spark makes a stand and speaks up. “Stop being meanies!”

Two teens look at Spark and laugh. “Wow a kid.” One teen huffs. “He’s so tiny.”

“Leave them alone.” Spark squeaks.

You are in the sand looking up at Spark. You were making sandcastles and two teens kicked it down. They just laughed and you started to cry. Spark saw this happening and he knew he had to do something. While his parents were talking he ran over to help.

“Kid beat it will ya.” Second teen waves him off.

“No.” Spark makes a little fist. “I… I will fight!”

The teens burst out laughing. You see the determination in Spark. He looks scared but he also looks very brave too. You then feel a intense presence, like a rush of electricity. You peek over and see someone frantically rushing around the beach. Spark feels the prickles of static and turns around.

“Daddy?” He tilts his head.

Anti hears Spark. He turns and sees him standing before some teens. He makes a fist and eyes them, fire in his eyes. The teens freeze, struck by fear. They bolt fast and Anti smirks. He then sees Spark go up to another child. They talk for a while and then Spark sits in the sand. Sweetspark runs over to Anti out of breath.

“Did you find him?” They look at him worried.

Anti points to Spark. You and Spark are making a new sand castle. Sweetspark sighs in relief and holds onto Anti’s arm. The two walk up to Spark. Spark looks up with a smile and you get shy.

“Sweetie please don’t ever leave us like that again. You scared us.” Sweetspark holds their son.

“I’m sorry (mom/dad) but they needed help.” Spark looks at you.

Sweetspark looks at you. “Hello there. Are you Spark’s friend?”

You nod and poke the sand. “He’s my hero.”

Anti and Sweetspark smile at that. Anti messes Spark’s hair. “That’s my boy.”

The parents sit closer to watch the children play. Anti thinks about something and looks at Sweetspark. “Is it just me or is our son going to be a heartthrob?” Spark keeps making friends by helping them and he can see someone of them have little hearts in their eyes.

“No one gets my baby…” Sweetspark gets serious.

“And you said I had the scary face…” Anti moves and inch away.

“I wish Aurora was here. She likes sand castles.” Spark pouts.

“Aurora? Is she your friend?” You tilt your head.

Spark smiles. “Yep. She is super nice. You would like her.” His cheeks get pink. “She’s really pretty.” This little five year old already had his eye on someone.

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get to know me

What? Like you care. 

Tagged by the genius @futurelounging

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Name: Call me Cece

Sign(s): Aquarius

Height: 6′1″ 

Background for your desktop/phone: On my home laptop, it’s Apple’s stock Yosemite shot. On my work laptop, it’s Apple’s stock bright brushstrokes. And on my phone, it’s Apple’s stock color gradient. I know, I live on the edge.

Who was your last kiss: My boyfriend.

Have you ever been stood up: Yes.

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? No.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Yes.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? OH FUCK. Here’s where I confess my most closely-held hopes that I literally tell no one because it’s too painful to be this emotionally vulnerable: I want to be married to my wonderful boyfriend, pregnant or working on getting there, with my first book written and published and my day job generally being awesome and we live in a tiny, cute house with a soundproofed basement (for my husband’s music studio) and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, especially not student loans, the end.

Either that or a Very Prestigious Publication makes me their editor and I go full Devil Wears Prada.

Coolest Halloween costume: I’m fond of the bedsheet-and-pipecleaner Cleopatra I pulled out of my ass in college, but I think the Three Musketeers costumes my mom made out of felt for me and my two BFFs in third grade were the coolest.

Favorite 90′s show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Favorite pair of shoes: These beauties I was gifted for Christmas.

Favorite fruit: Blueberries

Favorite books: I mean, Outlander, obviously. I am a big fan of John Irving novels (I think because my family is a John Irving novel), especially A Prayer for Owen Meany and A Widow for One Year. I love Harry Potter (my first fandom!), and consider the night Deathly Hallows dropped one of the best of my life. I read the Anne of Green Gables novels pretty regularly (which is why I'm so stoked for my PEI trip this summer). Everyone should read Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay, which is a text I constantly return to in these shit-ass times. Also: GIVE ME ALL THE ZADIE SMITH I WANT TO DROWN IN HER WORDS. I heart Jane Austen so much (Emma is my legacy fave, but I love the snarkiness of Pride and Prejudice) — and if you want a tip-top modern adaption, I can’t stan for Eligible by Curtis Sittenfeld enough (everyone is SO MEAN and I love it). 

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: In grad school I was a volunteer at a week-long workshop in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere in the south, and on the last night everyone was very drunk (like, the bar ran out of clean pitchers so we were passing around a metal bucket they used to chill six-packs of bottles). Some locals come driving up to our party (we had decamped to the motel where everyone was staying) and asks who wants to go muddin’ and shootin’. I, of course, want to shoot some guns (I had never done it) and launch myself into the back of their white Bronco (yep, just like OJ Simpson) along with about five other grad students — and we quickly realized our folly. The driver and his wife are even more wasted than we are, we’re two-to-a-searbelt in a barely-functional vehicle, and the guy seems hell-bent on killing everyone in the car. We go down a ditch — at one point the Bronco was vertical, nose-down and in what felt like free-fall — and finally (blessedly) the axel on the truck breaks. Now we’re really humped, because we have no idea where we are, the driver and his wife are fighting, and they have totally forgotten about us, so we start walking. A relative of the driver found us about two miles from the crash site and (also drunkenly) drove us back the the motel — and I can tell you there have never been a group of graduate students so fucking happy to be alive as we were in that moment. I definitely cashed in one of my proverbial nine lives that night. And I didn't even get to shoot anything!

Tagging: Tag yourself, folks! Go nuts!

[sparklingtears6]

Today on the fandom doing BBC's job: Merlin's Magical Chicken

Okay, but of course Merlin is super protective of the chicken and if you hurt or upset her you're gonna have hell to pay from Protective Mom Merlin, doesn't matter if you're the bloody crown prince of camelot.

And the weird thing it never seems to get lost or anything. The chicken leaves on her own quests or something and the patrol will spot her at the border (she misses ealdor sometimes) but then she back on Merlin's shoulder by nightfall. She'll be there on all of their missions and whatnot and she never gets injured. Also, the Magical Monster of the Week? They cower beneath her glare. Cower.

Merlin is as confused as everyone else because he doesn't remember doing any protective magic on her.

Everyone loves her, as previously said. Gwen likes to knit her little outfits. She'll have a ribbon around her neck or a tiny sweater during winter. Gwaine treats her like a comrade. She's the only one who has Gwaine's respect. Uther occasionally finds himself conversing with the chicken while doing paperwork, much to his horror. ("Where is that ridiculous manservant of yours, Arthur, and why is his chicken roaming the castle walls like a noble?") Morgana likes to play dress-up with her, and rant about Uther being a meanie. They have tea parties once a week.

And treats. Oh, the treats.

She will eat just about anything. Merlin's breakfast, check. The banquet dinner, check. Arthur's shoes and ceremonial cloak, double-check. But instead of being annoyed, everyone is doting on her, giving her little bits of their food and being delighted when she wants more. Her favourite food is green chilli because that's what my hen loved.

Now the dragons.

Kilgharrah ain't got nothin' on her. She will majestically ride on his head like the Queen she is. Kilgharrah hates her, but is too scared to say that. Merlin doesn't know how she can manage dragon riding better him.

Aithusa and her are basically sisters.

Please add more.

i have an annoucement

[clears throat]

will has a pet chicken

[girls-scenarios]

This Is For Forever

Idol: Nayeon (Twice)

Prompt: Since requests are closing soon, can you do a fluffy scenario where Nayeon (Twice) has a wife and they are going to adopt a child or baby? because Nayeon ADORES children

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I really love this prompt, but I had to do a bit of research because I truly don’t know how the adoption system works. Where I live we don’t really have orphanages anymore, and have other alternatives, but South Korea still has them. I tried to make this as realistic as possible, but it’s probably not perfect. I’m sorry it took so long for me to write, writing is hard sometimes and I only want to give you guys my best work. I hope you guys enjoy!

The sun was shining bright in the sky, breaking through the rain clouds that had been pouring down on the town for the last week. Flowers bloomed bright from the moisture, painting the world like a bright rainbow against a green sky. Everything seemed perfect, but somehow, Nayeon still seemed nervous. She twisted her hands in her lap as she stared out the window of the moving car, watching as the buildings passed by and counting the street numbers. You glanced over at her from your place in the driver’s seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She snapped her head away from the window to look at you, then winced and pressed her hand to her neck, whimpering slightly.

“Look what you did. You shocked me and made me hurt my neck.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling at her softly as she rubbed at her neck.

“Sorry, baby. You just looked nervous. I wanted to check on you.” Nayeon leaned to the side and pressed her head against the window, biting her lip as her eyes focused on the side mirror.

“I guess it just feels like there’s so much happening today. There’s a lot to worry about, you know?” She paused and closed her eyes. You reached over to turn the music playing over the radio down, leaving the air quiet enough for you to hear her clearly. “There are so many kids that need a home. How are we going to just choose one? Or what if the child doesn’t want to come home with us? Are we really ready for the responsibility of raising a kid together? I’m thinking of all of these things and I can’t stop.” You rested your hand on her thigh and felt her jump slightly under your fingertips, although you kept your eyes on the road in front of you. You were nearing the orphanage.

“It’s normal to worry about those things. I worried about them too. The last few days, I’ve worried over whether or not we’re really ready for this.” The car pulled to a stop at a red light, and you took the opportunity to look at her. Her head was turned towards you, and her eyes open again. “But we both really want this, right? I know I want it. Do you?” She took a deep breath and nodded, sitting up in her seat.

“I love children. I want to raise one. I want to raise one with you. More than anything.” She laid her hand over yours and intertwined your fingers with her own, staring down at her lap as a small smile made its way onto her lips. “Ever since we put on those rings. Ever since we said our vows. I just knew.” The light turned green, and you looked back at the road, even as something threatened to bubble up inside you. Something warm and giddy and you felt like you did when you had your first crush again.

“Me too,” you said. “And that’s what we’ll do. We’ll be parents, and we’ll raise a child together, and even if we make mistakes sometimes, we’re going to be the best moms this child could ever hope for.” She squeezed your hand tighter and the roads passed by. 92nd, 93rd, 94th. The blinker clicked to life and you swung into the parking lot of the building you’d looked at over and over again on your maps app, just to make sure you had the right place.

“Well. We’re here.” She undid her seatbelt and turned to look at you. “Ready?”

“It’s now or never,” you said, grinning at her. Reluctantly, she let go of your hand and opened her door.

The building was bigger in person than you’d first imagined it, and you felt both relief and sadness. Relief, because the children should have room to run about and be children. Sadness because there were enough children staying there to warrant such a big building. The outside was well kept, flowers beaming in the garden at the front and stones obviously made by little kids in a craft class of some sort lining the walk in disarrayed patterns.

You met her at the front of the car, and took her hand again. Her pulse was obvious against your skin, excited and nervous and everything else you were feeling that you couldn’t put into words. The sounds of children playing and talking could be heard from where the two of you stood, a few feet away from the door, and you figured some of them were probably playing at the playground in the back. With every step the two of you made towards the door, the sounds got louder, and Nayeon held your hand tighter, drawing close to you and grinning widely.

The woman who greeted the two of you and ushered you inside was a friendly looking older woman, probably nearing 50, with neat hair and a wide smile. She led you to an office room and, moments later, a younger woman who was obviously her daughter brought in tea.

“So,” the older woman began, “the two of you are interested in adopting a younger child, correct?” She sat at her desk and waved at the two chairs opposite, urging the two of you to sit down as she took out a large binder and turned on her computer. Nayeon glanced at you as she nodded in affirmation at the woman. “We’ve had some discussion over a little girl here I think would be good for the two of you. Of course, you can go out and play with them all, but I would recommend meeting her first. She’s been getting ready to meet the two of you all week.”

“We were happy to receive the information we did, thank you,” you said, smoothing your hands over your pants. “We’re excited to meet her too, but there’s also no harm in playing with some of the other kids.” The woman smiled and nodded, understanding.

“Of course not. They love when we have company. Unfortunately, there’s not always time for caretakers to play with the kids like they’d want us to.” After asking a few more questions and verifying your identity, the woman stood from her desk and asked for the two of you to follow her.

As soon as the door was opened again, the sounds of children flooded in. The younger woman was standing near the door tending to a little boy who had scraped his knee, and when the two of you stepped out, he perked up and waved and she laughed softly, giving his head an affectionate pat. Nayeon’s face split into a grin and she waved back, saying hello in the high pitched voice she usually used when she talked to younger children. He giggled, and you could swear she was glowing.

“The children are playing in the back, right this way. I asked one of the caretakers to have her go to the meeting room, so you guys can meet her and play with her there without the other kids getting too nosy. Once you’ve all met and gotten comfortable, you’re welcome to bring her back out and play with all the kids.” The room she was talking about was much larger than you’d expected. There was a fairly large window, and through it, you could see a brightly painted room with animal murals and toys scattered across the floor. You could also see a little girl sitting on the floor, placing teddy bears in a circle. Your heart got caught in your throat.

The woman opened the door and smiled warmly at the little girl, waving at her and calling her name to get her attention. “Hyelin, you have guests!” The little girl looked up, long ponytails swishing through the air, and fixed you and Nayeon with one of the brightest smiles you’d ever seen, smiling and waving enthusiastically. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” the woman said before closing the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone with Hyelin.

“Hi, I’m Hyelin! I like bears, don’t you? Wanna put them in a circle with me?” There was no shyness in her. Nayeon’s hand slipped into her pocket and she glanced at you as her fingers brushed against the small box with a gift inside the two of you had brought as a gift, obviously happy.

“Hi Hyelin, I’m Nayeon!” She stepped forward slowly, as to not startle her. “I’d love to! Do they have names?” Hyelin nodded, hair flying, and Nayeon sat down on the floor near her, immediately receiving a teddy bear as she did. You moved forward as well, smiling.

“I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you, Hyelin. What’s their names?” According to the information you’d been sent, Hyelin was about 4, almost 5. She was definitely the least shy 4 year old you’d ever met.

“Well, that one” - she pointed to the teddy in Nayeon’s arms- “is Twinkle. The biggest one is Giant. The tiny one is Fairy. The brown one is Baby, but I didn’t name that one. That was Jiyong. And the last one is mine, his name is Bear Junior.” Nayeon sat the bear where Hyelin had left off and accepted another, much smaller bear that hadn’t been named.

“Bear Junior? Where’d he get that name?” Nayeon asked. Hyelin shrugged her little shoulders and leaned over to dig further into the box, producing a few mismatched cups and plates. It looked like you were in for a tea party.

“Well, my old bear was named Mister Bear but the dog sent him to teddy heaven ‘cause he’s a big ‘ol meanie so Miss Min got me another one. But I couldn’t name him the same thing, that would just be silly!” The little girl giggled at her own words and Nayeon looked about ready to burst with happiness, giggling along with her.

“It sure would, wouldn’t it, (Y/N)?” You nodded along, and accepted the stack of plates Hyelin held out to you.

“People would get him all mixed up otherwise,” you said as you obediently held out the plates for her to set them in front of each teddy, and then in front of each of you. The she stopped in front of you and squatted, looking you in the eye.

“Do you have a teddy, (Y/N)?” 

“Of course I do. What kind of silly person doesn’t have a teddy?” She broke into giggles again and then stood, quickly skipping her way over to Nayeon to do the same thing to her.

“Do you?”

“What a silly question. Of course!” She did. A large teddy bear that she could lay across. Hyelin would probably love it. “He’s reaaaalllyyyy big.” Nayeon held out her arms to full length, and Hyelin’s eyes widened. “Like this big. He’s bigger than me, even!” Hyelin gasped.

“Bigger than you? But you’re so tall!” You hid your laugh behind your hand and Nayeon beamed, giving her a thumbs up.

“Yep, even bigger than me.” Hyelin sat down and shuffled on her butt back over to the teddies, beginning to distribute the cups. She still hadn’t forgotten about the giant teddy, though.

“What’s his name?” She twisted around to look at Nayeon, eyes still big and round with wonder. “Is it Big Big Giant?” 

“No, although that’s a good name! His name is Grizzly.” Hyelin turned back around and placed another cup on a plate.

“When I get one, I’m naming him Big Big Giant. Or Big Big Big Giant!” You could already see it now. If the two of you adopted this child, she was going to get that giant teddy bear. Maybe even two, if she was this cute with the first one. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as she chattered, moving around to make sure everyone had a cup before grabbing her tea pot and making sure everyone got some of her “brefast tea”.

“Mmm,” Nayeon said, pretending to take a sip. “Where did you learn how to make this?” Hyelin bounced on her feet, unable to sit still for even a moment.

“I heard Miss Min saying something ‘bout brefast tea at brefast. It’s not brefast but it’s okay, it’s still good.” She was adorable, and you really didn’t want to leave. You could tell Nayeon didn’t either, but so much time had already gone by, and unfortunately, you couldn’t stay forever. As Hyelin wound down a bit, and pretended to drink her own tea, Nayeon stuck her hand in her pocket again.

“Hey, Hyelin. Since we’re so happy you let us come play with you today, you decided to bring you a little present.” The little girl perked up at the mention of a present, big eyes peeking over the top of her bright red teacup with star stickers on it. “Is that okay?” She nodded and put down the cup in a flash, scooting forward to get closer to Nayeon.

It was nothing huge, but it could be huge to a little girl who didn’t have many things she could definitely call her own. Nayeon pulled out the box and held it out to Hyelin, who gently took it and quietly tugged at the ribbon Nayeon had used to decorate it. Then she looked up and between the two of you.

“It’s really mine? I can open it?” After seeing your nods, she pulled away the ribbon and tore off the wrapping paper, curiously lifting the top and peeking inside. Then she broke into a smile and took the cover completely off, looking at the contents inside. The head woman, or Miss Min as the children called her, had told you in email that Hyelin had recently started really liking headbands. Inside the box were a few wrap around headbands, some with lace and some a plainer twist. 

“Do you like them?” You asked. Again, her hair bounced as she moved her head.

“They’re pretty!” Immediately, she pulled one out and pulled it over her head before pushing it back into her ear, grinning widely. Both of you laughed, and seeing your reactions, she immediately pulled the rest of them out of the box and pulled them over her head, laughing along with you.

“That’s not how you wear them, silly!” Nayeon leaned forward, and Hyelin danced away from her, holding the headbands to her head.

“I wear them like this, ‘cause they’re pretty!” She stuck out her tongue at Nayeon, prompting her to fall into giggles and prompting Hyelin to do it again. When the woman opened the door to say it was time for her to eat dinner, you truly didn’t want to leave. You were shocked, pleasantly, when Hyelin gave the two of you hugs as you got up to leave.

“Can we come back and play with you again sometime?” Nayeon asked quietly, squatting down to speak to Hyelin. The little girl smiled and nodded, reaching up to touch her headband.

“Yeah! Bring Giant Giant Bear next time!”

Nayeon was quiet as the two of you walked back to the car, but when the car doors were shut and the engine was running, she turned to look at you, sunlight glinting off the unshed tears in her eyes.

“She’s the one, (Y/N). I just know it.” You nodded, unable to stop the smile that stretched over your face and the warmth that spread through your whole body as you backed out of the parking spot and reached over to hold her hand.

“I know. I feel the same.”

It was your fourth visit to the orphanage, and the day seemed as perfect as the day you’d first made your drive down that exact same road. Nayeon sat in the seat beside you, humming along to the song on the radio and smiling as she gazed out the window. You felt again like your chest might burst.

In your last visits to see Hyelin, it had gotten increasingly hard to leave her each time. The last time, she’d clung to the both of you and made you promise to come back and see her again. She still had yet to see Nayeon’s bear, as he was too big to lug out of the house, and she was determined to see him at some point. You hoped she liked seeing you and Nayeon just as much as she loved the stories of the bear.

In the backseat was a carseat. Also in the backseat were boxes with presents, and a cute little balloon with a teddy bear on it that read “Hyelin” over the bear’s head. After the first visit, the two of you had already made the decision to start going through with the paperwork. Now, the paperwork was pretty much done except for the last few signings. You both wanted to ask Hyelin if she wanted to come home with you first.

Nayeon was happy, of course, but her hands still played with the end of her shirt and her foot tapped a nervous rhythm to the song. There was always the possibility that Hyelin wasn’t ready to move in with them yet, or that she didn’t want to in the first place. It wasn’t like they’d known her for a really long time. It had only been about 2 months since they met her.

You felt a strange calmness, though, like you knew everything was going to be okay. Again, you reached over to rest your hand on your thigh, and her hand immediately covered yours.

“We’re doing it, babe. We’re actually going to be moms.” She ran her fingers over yours, staring at your hand. “Do you think we’re ready?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be.” Again, a red light. You turned to look at her. “The important thing is that we both adore Hyelin, and we’ve both been wanting this since we got engaged.” She brought your hand up to her mouth and kissed your knuckles. Even as you turned away to look at the road again, you could feel her smile against your skin.

“You’re right. I love you, (Y/N). Let’s raise Hyelin and grow old together and watch her raise her grandkids.” You laughed.

“I love you too, Nayeon. And I am totally up for it.”

Hyelin was, like always, waiting in the room when the two of you walked in. Immediately, she jumped up and ran towards the two of you, shouting your names and waving around her teddy bear. Nayeon picked her up and spun her around, laughing along with her as she clung to Nayeon’s shoulders.

“I missed you! Are you back to play again?”

“Of course we are,” you said, leaning forward to ruffle her hair affectionately. She grabbed your hand and held it.

“The teddy bears missed you too. They wont drink tea without you ‘cause it’s lonely without you here.” Nayeon let her down and she immediately ran over to the teddy bear box. Quickly, Nayeon’s hand found yours, and you squeezed her hand in reassurance as the two of you followed behind her, listening to her chatter about her bears.

It was nearing the end of your time together and Hyelin was sitting in Nayeon’s lap, pointing to the bears in a book she’d found in a basket, when the opportunity to ask her finally came up. She suddenly leaned her head back to look at Nayeon, lips frowning.

“You don’t have to leave, right? You can just stay. I’ll scoot over on my bed.” You moved closer to them, placing a hand on Nayeon’s knee, and she smiled down at Hyelin.

“Actually, we were going to ask you something today.” Curious, Hyelin moved away from Nayeon’s chest to look up at her, eyes as wide as always. “How do you feel about coming home with me and (Y/N)? We want to adopt you.” Hyelin looked shocked for a moment, mouth open and eyes darting between the two of you.

“Adopt? Is that forever?” Nayeon nodded, and you could tell that she was nervous.

“That’s right. (Y/N) and I would like to be your mommies if you want us to be.” Hyelin still looked like she was in a bit of a shock, and you felt bad that a child as young as she was had to worry about the words “adoption” and “forever”. Then she was nodding, and threw herself back into Nayeon’s arms, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

“Only if you promise to be my mommies forever and never ever leave me again.” She removed one of her arms and held up her little hand with her pinky up. “Pinky promise.” Nayeon looked on the verge of tears as she locked her pinky with the little girl’s, and then Hyelin turned to you, pinky held out. You locked your pinky with hers and leaned forward.

“We pinky promise.” Immediately, her arm wrapped around Nayeon again, as if she was afraid if she let go you’d change your mind, and Nayeon wiped a tear away before it could fall. You barely managed to keep yours in.

“You want to come today?” Hyelin nodded, and Nayeon wrapped her up in her arms and stood up, holding her tightly. “Then let’s tell Miss Min and get all your things. Is that okay?” Hyelin sat up and kept nodding, even as she reached her hands out to you. Heart soaring, you pulled her into your own arms and held her as tightly as she held you, like she was silently saying a thank you she wasn’t truly old enough to understand how to say.

“I get to keep Bear Junior?” She pointed down to the bear sitting on the floor, and Nayeon bent down to pick it up and give it to her.

“Of course. You get to keep all the things that belong to you.” She wrapped her bear in a hug too, and looked at the two of you, a sudden grin spreading over her face, like she was just understanding what was happening. “We’re going to go eat afterwards to celebrate. What’s your favorite food?” Hyelin threw an arm into the air.

“Pizza! I like pizza!” She held up the bear in her hands as well. “Bear Junior really likes pizza too. Does Giant Giant Bear like pizza?” Nayeon laughed.

“Of course he does, silly. Who doesn’t like pizza?” Hyelin shrugged her shoulders, leaning into you.

“Nobody, I guess.” Miss Min opened the door, a knowing smile on her face and a backpack full of Hyelin’s things in her hand. You looked at Hyelin, and Nayeon’s arm came up to wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer to her.

“Are you ready?” She asked, leaning her head against your shoulder. Hyelin giggled and pushed her bear forwards towards Nayeon’s face.

“Of course, silly.”

[the--blackdahlia]

Don’t Blink Chapter 22 (John x Reader)

Title: Don’t Blink Chapter 22

Summary:  When (Y/n) takes a simple haunting case on her own, she gets in way over her head. Being transported to the past, she falls in love with a young marine with a killer smile. The only problem is she knows his sons and his girlfriend wants to kill her, and probably knows about twenty ways to do so.

Warnings: Language, slight child abuse

“Let me go! Please!” Rosie begged as Zachariah pulled her into the white and gold room. “I want my daddy!”

 “You’ll enjoy it here.” Zachariah said. “Anything you want whenever you want.”

 “Well, I want my daddy and mommy! Or Dean!” Rosie said. She tried to hit Zachariah to make him let her go so she could run out the door that he brought her in. He snapped his fingers, making the door disappear. Rosie slapped at his leg and even tried to bite him.

 “Enough!” Zachariah said, raising his hand and hitting Rosie across the face. She fell down with a gasp, holding her cheek as tears filled in her eyes. “You are a horrible little brat. You will sit here and stay until two of your brothers decide to step up and do what has to be done.” He disappeared then, leaving Rosie sitting on the floor.

 “D-daddy. Help.” She whimpered, holding her stinging face.

 ****

 “And you’re sure this is where he’ll have her?” Dean asked Cas as Cas showed him a map of where the “Green Room” was. Sam, Adam, and Bobby were gathered around the table with Dean and Cas while John stayed with (Y/n).

 “Yes.” Cas nodded. “Van Nuys, California.”

 “And this is the same place that you and Zach were holding Dean at, right?” Sam asked. Cas nodded again.

 “Okay, well you, me, and Sam are going to go in and get her.” Dean said. “Adam, Bobby, and dad stay here and…” Dean felt a hand on his shoulder.

 “No way.” John said. “She’s my daughter. She’s only four. She wouldn’t have even been in this position if we all wouldn’t have shown up here. I’m going with you to get her back.” Part of Dean wanted to be mad that John was so willing to fight for Rosie, but the other part of him told him how his dad had willingly gave up his own life so Dean could live.

 “Okay, well let’s get there and we’ll make a plan.” Dean said. “Gear up guys. We’re heading to Van Nuys.”

 ****

 Dean, John, Sam, and Cas walked outside the abandoned muffler shop. Cas had teleported them there, ready to help since this had been his fault anyway.

 “Can’t you just use your powers to go in and get her?” John asked. Cas shook his head.

 “There’s at least five angels in there.” Cas explained. “I’m going to get rid of them for you. But you’ll have to go in and get her.”

 “You’re going to take five angels on by yourself?” Sam asked.

 “Of course. Who else is going to do it?” Cas asked, taking his tie off and putting it in his coat pocket. In exchange, he pulled a box cutter from his pocket.

 “What the hell are you going to do with that?” Dean asked. Cas just smirked at him.

 “You don’t have to be a Winchester to go on suicide missions.”

 ****

 Cas walked into the silent building like he was stalking his prey. He got closer to the entrance of the “beautiful room” when five angels appeared in front of him. Immediately, they started to fight and Cas took out a couple of them easily.

 “This is stupid Castiel.” A woman hissed at him. “You’re outpowered.”

 “Guess again.” Cas said, ripping open his shirt and pressing a bleeding hand to the sigil carved into his chest. He hated this being done to him, but it was even worse now that it was right on his skin. But it cleared out the warehouse, allowing the Winchester’s access to Zachariah and Rosie.

 ****

 Dean walked in first, silently watching his steps as he crept to the door in the middle of the room. He hoped that if he went in alone, it would give John and Sam the chance to sneak up on anything that might be waiting for them. He opened the door slowly, revealing the large white and golden room. It was quiet, except for the tiny cries of a child.

 “Rosie.” Dean whispered, walking to her quickly. She was curled up in the corner, crying. “Rosie, it’s me.” She looked up at him and he saw the ugly bruise on her face.

 “Dean. You came for me.” She whimpered, clinging to him. He picked her up and held her close, anger filling him up at the fact that she had been hurt during this.

 “You’re my little sister. I’ll always be here for you.” He whispered to her. She was so much like Sam when he was little. The puppy eyes, the adorable smile, the curious gaze. And Dean found himself falling back into the big brother protector like he had been all those years ago.

 “Dean. Please. Did you really think it would be that easy?” Zachariah asked as he blocked off their path. Rosie whimpered and buried her head in Dean’s shoulder. Before Dean could even say anything, Zachariah spun around and knocked John and Sam into walls.

 “Daddy!” Rosie cried out.

 “Let her go.” John hissed. Zachariah laughed.

 “Why would I do that?” He asked. “If Sam doesn’t say yes to Lucifer, I have to groom a new vessel to hold him. Adam and Dean have already been chosen for Michael. Can you imagine how cute little Lucifer would be?”

 “You will not do to her what you did to me.” Sam snapped. Zachariah snapped his fingers and suddenly, Sam’s chest felt like it was being constricted and he couldn’t breathe.

 “Sam!” Dean called out, watching his brother struggle for air. John pulled on his inviable bonds, trying to get to his kids. Rosie was pulled from Dean’s arms. “Let them go! It’s not them you want.”

 “You know what I want.” Zachariah said. “And if hurting them gets it for me, then so be it.” He set Rosie in a chair what she couldn’t seem to move from.

 “Stop it right now!” Dean growled. Rosie looked up at Dean to see tears forming in his eyes. She looked over at her dad and one of her brothers, both in pain.

 “D-Dean.” Rosie whimpered.

 “And if I do?” Zachariah asked, taking Dean’s attention from Rosie. “What do I get in return?”

 “I’ll say yes.” Dean said. Sam looked up at his brother, his eyes wide. Zachariah smiled at Dean.

 “Dean, no!” John called out. Zachariah waved his hand and blood started to drip from his mouth. Dean looked at his dad with wide eyes.

 “You heard me.” Dean mumbled. “I’ll say yes to Michael. I’ll do it.” Zachariah turned with a smile to call upon Michael. Dean winked at Sam, telling him everything he needed to know with just that one motion.

 “Rosie, close your eyes!” Dean called out to his sister as Zachariah turned around. Rosie closed her eyes and Dean stabbed the angel blade he had up through Zachariah’s chin. Sam and John fell from where they were being held on the walls as Zachariah fell backwards, his wings spreading out. The room started to shake and a loud noise was starting to be heard, causing Sam and Rosie to cry out.

 “Come on! We need to go!” John said, scooping Rosie up into his arms as Dean helped Sam up and they ran for the door. “Hurry!” The four dove out of the room as the door slammed shut and glowed brightly. The light faded as quickly as it appeared.

 “Are you guys okay?” Dean asked, looking over at Sam, John, and Rosie. John was checking Rosie over, seeing the bruise on her face.

 “That son of a bitch.” John growled. He marched back over to the door, ready to open it and stab Zachariah’s already dead body, but when he opened the door, it was just a dusty old office that once was used for the muffler shop.

 “Where did it go?” Dean asked.

 “Probably the same place as Cas?” Sam suggested, sitting up. Rosie ran over to him and hugged him. “How are we going to get home?”

 “Maybe I can help?” Gabriel asked, standing against a pillar in the large room, sucking on a Tootsie Pop. Rosie’s face lit up at seeing Uncle Gabe. “What happened to your face kiddo?”

 “The meanie.” She whispered. Gabe walked over and touched her cheek gently, healing it.

 “Well, what are you waiting for?” He asked. “Let’s get this little one home.”

 ****

 John ran in through the front door and to where (Y/n) had been laying when he left, only to see Bobby and Adam still where he left them, as well as (Y/n). His face fell.

 “It…it didn’t work?” He asked, defeated. Gabe walked over to (Y/n) and raised a hand over her.

 “Sorry Johnny boy.” Gabe said. “I can’t undo the lock. The only way it will happen is…”

 “If Michael and Lucifer get what they want. We know.” Dean sighed. “I need a beer.” He went to the fridge to grab one while John held Rosie and watched over her mom.

 ****

 John had moved (Y/n) to her bedroom so she could rest more comfortably. Sam and Adam were sharing the guest room for the time being. Bobby fell asleep in the recliner and Dean was stretched out on the couch. He didn’t hear the soft footsteps or the sound of the front door opening. He didn’t wake up until right after Adam said yes to Michael and a bright light filled the house.

 Part of (Y/n) glowed, causing John to panic. Half of the lock had been undone, leaving only one thing left to do before (Y/n) could wake up.

 Sam had to say yes to Lucifer.

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A trip with daddy

Okay, so with all the Bra art/literature going around and no fresh ideas in mind, I thought I might share this cute little Vegeta/Bra-fic, I wrote last year hehehe. Enjoy! 😁 Summary: Left alone to babysit Bra, Vegeta takes a trip to the convenience store with his little girl, but things take an unexpected turn, when a mugger enters the scene and threatens the store owner, at gunpoint. A trip with daddy:

"Dammit Vegeta, quit wasting my time, I'm gonna be late for this press conference!" Bulma seethed, pulling up a stocking.

"That is no concern of mine, woman!" The Prince growled. "I never agreed to this!"

"Yeah, well tough luck!" She fired back. "Mom and dad suddenly decided to take a vacation and Trunks planned this camping trip with Goten for the last three weeks, so I couldn't ask him, alright?!"

"Well too bad, I refuse to go anywhere near that grubby little creature!"

"That's our daughter you're talking about, you ass, not some creature!" The heiress walked up to him, glaring right in his face, her sapphire eyes blazing as ever. Ever since Bra's birth around two-and-a-half years ago, Vegeta had been neglecting his fatherly responsibilities to the poor child and Bulma refused to have it any longer. "Seriously, spend some time with her! Get to know her better! You might actually enjoy it!"

"Pah!" He spat.

"Don't be such a namby-pamby!"

"Damn you woman!" He grimaced. "You're insufferable!"

"So er- is that a yes?" Bulma asked hopefully.

"Fine, fine whatever, now get lost!"

"Oh, thank you Vegeta." She cheered, her anger ebbing away quickly, as she abruptly crushed him into a tight embrace.

The heat rose to Vegeta's reddened cheeks and he was instantly hard, due to her lack of garments.

"Let go of me!" He demanded, trying but failing to tug her away. At last, however, Bulma shifted back and pecked his lips before putting on a formal black business skirt and a white buttoned shirt, beneath a full-sleeve, indigo overcoat that flowed to her knees and matching stiletto pumps, to go with everything. As she was doing so, she gabbled on about Bra's favourite meals, kids' programs, board games and whatnot, while Vegeta tuned her out.

Gone at last, the Prince turned towards the tiny, sleeping form of the little bundle within the crib, her hair just as blue as those of her insane mother's, with a big tuft on top that spilled out in every direction, like the branches of a palm tree. Bulma dressed her in a strange set of powder pink, buttoned, bloomer overalls when taking her to the park this morning and since she'd fallen asleep on the way back, the heiress had put her right in the crib, without bothering to change her into her sleeping pajamas. The outfit covered her torso, as well as her arms and legs up to the points just below the elbows and knees, respectively.

"What a peculiar thing you are." Vegeta mumbled, hesitantly reaching a hand out to her. Gods, was she small or what? Although he was more attentive to her than he'd been during Trunks' infancy, he found her too much of a mess to be around, frequently playing with worms in the dirt and eating like a caveman, with morsels of food flying in every direction. It was outright disgusting. She'd likely consumed more in the last year, than the average human adult would, in ten years. Funny, how it never really affected her. She was still a pint-sized little twerp, perks of her Saiyan DNA. He smirked at the thought, gently placing a hand on her rising and falling belly. Bra began to stir and her big, cerulean eyes, slowly fluttered open.

"Daddy?" She mouthed groggily, yawning thereafter.

'Shit!' Vegeta cursed inwardly. Dammit, he should've left her as she was! Now, he'd have to deal with this crazy half-Saiyan toddler, all by himself and he was not looking forward to it!

"Daddy!" Bra exclaimed happily, placing her tiny hands atop his. The move sprung a strange feeling within the pits of Vegeta's stomach.

"What're you so happy about, brat?!" His mouth pressed into a hard line.

"Bwat?" She repeated. "No, no Bwat. Ish Bwa."

Her attempt at correcting him was quite amusing, he decided.

"Brat."

"Bwa!" She rectified more forcefully this time, with narrowed blue eyes.

"Brat." The Prince smirked teasingly.

"BWAAAAA!" The little girl screeched so loud that the Prince nearly toppled over.

"Okay, okay, Bra!" He relented, waving his hands in front of him, shocked by her sudden caprice. "Stupid child. You're just as crazy as your banshee mother!"

"Mama?" The half-Saiyan's anger suddenly melted away. She stood up and grabbed the bars of her crib, looking curiously at her father. "Where mama?"

"She's gone to an important meeting, but she'll be back soon."

"Soon?"

"Yes, soon."

"Oh."

Vegeta frowned at the child, wondering what he was supposed to do now.

"Cookies?" Bra blinked up at him with those innocent, blue eyes of hers and he suddenly felt himself beginning to melt, from the inside. Dammit, what was this bizarre feeling?! He didn't know what to make of it!

"Ugh, fine." He groused. "Come on then." Vegeta lifted her up and placed her on the floor, feet first, before proceeding forward.

"Daddy!" The blue-haired toddler squealed. He turned around and saw his daughter looking at him imploringly, with those endless azure depths of hers, as she held out her stubby, little arms.

"You can walk just fine on your own!" He declared crassly, which only made her burst into tears, not two seconds later. Vegeta was suddenly plagued with an unfamiliar sensation of guilt, as his daughter continued to bawl and call him "meanie".

"Alright, alright!" He groaned peevishly and took her into his arms, whereby her sour mood suddenly vanished. Bra smiled and held him tight, as he carried her out of the room. The Prince mentally cursed his unexpected weakness, around the puny brat.

Sifting through cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer, inside the kitchen, Vegeta quickly realized that all the chips, cookies, lollies, munchies and other treats that would appease his crazy daughter, had gone missing. No doubt, Trunks had seized them all, for that absurd trip with mini-Kakarot. Curses!

'I'm going to make him wish he was dead!' The Prince vowed. Oh, this most certainly warranted an arduous training session, aka thrashing, for the purple-haired brat!

Left with no other choice, the Saiyan grabbed a few bills from the living room cabinet and whisked Bra to the nearby convenience store.

Entering through the automatic double doors, Vegeta perched Bra on his shoulders and took hold of a basket, filling it with all the best confectionary he laid his dark eyes on, as the giddy, blue bundle on top, clapped and cheered in delight.

"What a spoiled girl." The Prince grumbled.

"You think I'm bluffin'?!" A thick, middle-aged voice suddenly hollered from nearby. Vegeta turned in time to see a ski-masked hoodlum pointing a sawed off, single-barrel shotgun at the man on the counter, who had his hands up in surrender. Between them was an open briefcase. "Open the fucking cash register and toss in everythin' ya got, else I shoot!"

All of a sudden Bra began bawling and the Prince's protective instincts kicked in, as he lowered the shopping basket to the floor and cradled the girl in his arms. She nestled into his chest and he awkwardly placed a hand on her back, to try and soothe her.

"P-please, sir I- I-"

"NOW!" Roared the mugger, which only made Bra cry louder.

"Shut up you imbecile, you're making her cry!" Vegeta yelled at the thug.

"You, back away, this instant!" The gaunt man pointed his weapon at the flame-haired Saiyan. "Or so help me, I will spill your guts! I swear it by the horns of Lucifer, himself!"

"No!" A horrified Bra cried out, clinging to her father even more tightly, if it were possible, big, blue eyes brimming with tears. "No hurt daddy!"

Vegeta's stomach churned at the heartfelt plea of the tiny bundle of innocence within his arms. Gods, she was just so- precious.

'Ackh, that was way too corny!' The Saiyan mentally slapped himself, for his excessively sentimental thoughts and turned his attention back to the crook.

"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself, fool!" He took a step forward.

"I- I'm warnin' ya!"

Vegeta, however, did not heed the warning and moved another pace towards the mugger.

BANG!

The attacker discharged his weapon, however, the Prince simply flashed his ebony eyes and in that very moment, the blast exploded before it even left the barrel, causing the gun to implode and the wide-eyed carrier to fall on his behind.

"What in the?" Scrambling to his feet, he tried to run off, only for the double doors to open and a bizarre man with a white bandana, wayfarer sunglasses and the most outlandish green and black outfit, to appear before him with a grim look on his face. But- why would be here, of all places?! It made no sense!

Vegeta's face flushed and he placed a hand over it, groaning in disgust, while an intrigued Bra rubbernecked the mysterious newcomer, listening to his bizarre preamble.

"Beware evildoer, for I, the Great Saiyaman have come here to bring justice upon those who would mean to harm the innocent and-" The new arrival cut off his speech, as he recognised the father-daughter duo, not far off. "Vegeta? Is that you?" He asked, only to bite his lip, realizing that he'd mistakenly gone back to using his normal accent. The comical figure cleared his throat, before reverting to that lower-pitched hero inflection of his. "I mean, greetings my fellow-"

"Oh God, just shut up already, you moron!" The Prince cut him off peevishly, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seriously, have you not embarrassed yourself enough for one lifetime?!"

"Mowon!" Bra echoed, balling a tiny fist and waving it at the intruder.

"Braaaa!" The costumed man protested in shock, before catching himself and covering his mouth, once again realizing the slip of his voice. Only then did he notice the crook, furtively trying to sneak around him, in an escape attempt.

"Oh no you don't!" The vigilante tutted, shaking his head at the would-be absconder. "No one escapes the justice of the Great Saiyaman!" He promptly gave him a light tap on the temple that knocked him unconscious, before laying out his wobbly frame, on the tiled floor.

"Th-thank you, Great S-Saiyaman." The store owner stammered.

"You're most welcome, venerable sir!" He replied in his hero voice.

"Moron." Vegeta muttered.

"Mowon!" Bra repeated loudly, whereby the outlandish man cringed and walked over to her, with a disapproving expression, bending down so he was face level with the toddler. He shook his index finger at her.

"Now look here, young lady, you should not be using such foul- YYYYAAARRRGGGHHHH!"

Bra bit down on his poor finger, mid-sentence, whereby it throbbed and the chucklesome hero began howling and sucking on it, in an attempt to ease the pain.

Vegeta barely managed to hold back a smirk, at the sudden rush of pride, surging through him.

"Owww, that smarts!" Saiyaman looked towards Bra with a hurtful glance, while clutching his bruised finger. 'Man, like father, like daughter.' He thought to himself. Straightening his posture and puffing his chest out, he decided that it was time to be off. "Well then, farewell, good citizens!"

The owner stared incredulously, having no clue what to make of the baffling events that had just materialized before his very own eyes.

'Can't believe this idiot was stronger than all of us, not too long ago.' Vegeta thought to himself.

The superhero meanwhile, grabbed the crook, so he could deliver him over to the West City authorities. He'd come all the way here to pay a surprise visit to the Briefs, until he'd heard angry shouts in a nearby store and so, decided to transform into his hero outfit and intervene. Oh well, he decided it best to come back another time.

Not long after, father and daughter sat on the living room sofa, voraciously feasting upon the snacks they'd just purchased, while Bra was watching 'The Lion King' for about the hundredth time ever.

"He bwave!" The girl commented, as she saw Mufasa easily take on three hyenas.

"Tch, he's a weakling." Vegeta snorted.

"Weak?" She frowned. "No weak! Stwong!"

"No, he's weak." Replied the Prince. "I'm strong."

"Daddy stwong?" Bra was intrigued.

"The strongest." He answered, smiling smugly.

"Weawy?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"Show me?"

"Okay." He decided and gandered at the screen. "Watch the TV."

Bra did just that and gaped in fascination, as it began to levitate, all of a sudden.

"Daddy?" She looked back towards her father and saw his concentration, fixed upon the hovering, flat screen. The girl observed the television descend back atop the entertainment unit.

"Wow, so cool!" Bra cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Hmph, that was nothing." The Prince remarked.

"Can you fwy, daddy?" The child asked, with longing blue eyes.

"I learned to fly when I was three years old."

"Fwee?!" An awestruck Bra goggled.

"That's right." He quirked his upper lip.

Bra looked at her father in wonderment for several moments, before grinning.

"Fwy me daddy?" She asked, eagerly.

"Hmmm." Vegeta pondered the request. One look at the ridiculous song playing on the screen, with the legion of hyenas marching before that strange lion with the black mane, was enough for him to make up his mind. "Alright."

The Prince turned off the television and gathered Bra's tiny form in his arms, before heading through the backdoor, locking it and taking to the skies. Bra held onto her father from behind, in a piggy back.

The blue-haired girl gushed with joy and ebullience, cheering and squealing in delight, as her father took her half way around the planet at a nice, even speed. She looked down in marvel, at the forests, deserts and icy landscapes they crossed, with a bird's eye view. A multitude of cities and country towns alike, bustled with life, all oblivious to the duo that flew above them like hawks. Bra had never experienced this much excitement and frenzy, all her life.

"I wuv you, daddy." She twinkled, fastening her hold around him.

The Prince grunted in annoyance, not one for sentiments, though he could feel his heart pounding against his chest at the heartfelt proclamation of his daughter. Damn feelings! This darn girl was turning him into a big bag of slush!

"Do you wuv Bwa?" She asked innocently.

"I- uh- you- urgh-" He sputtered, unable to formulate a proper sentence. Stupid girl! Why'd she have to ask him that?! If he said "no", she'd definitely be devastated, which would ruin all the headway he'd made with her today. For some reason that he couldn't quite figure out, he liked the adoration she bestowed upon him and certainly didn't want to spoil it, but he couldn't say "yes" either, so he settled comfortably, for something in between. "You- uh- you're not so bad."

"You're funny daddy!" She giggled, holding onto him even tighter.

"Hmph."

Around two hours since taking flight, the pair finally returned to Capsule Corporation. Bra was fast asleep and the Prince was cradling her against his chest, as he entered the residence through the back door.

"Where the hell were you?!" Bulma screeched all of a sudden, whereby Vegeta cringed. "I was worried sick about-"

"Shhhhh!" He scowled, pressing his index finger to his lips.

"O-Oh." The heiress suddenly realized her mistake, as she saw him holding the slumbering form of their daughter. Her heart practically melted at the sight. She grinned widely at him. "So how was it?"

"It- it was okay." He shrugged indifferently and Bulma saw right through his fib. It had taken years, but after all their time together, she could practically read him like a book. He was ecstatic.

"Told you." She said smugly, arms akimbo.

"Tch, whatever."

"You want me to put her to bed?" Bulma asked.

"It's fine, I'll do it myself." He replied and proceeded upstairs, while Bulma gaped at him, positively dumbstruck. Yep, he was totally ensorcelled with that girl.

A/N: And there you have it folks! Hope you enjoyed! Be sure to review and tell me which bits you enjoyed most and which you didn't (if any)! :D