(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
Levi watched as the last titan in the area fell dead. Again they were outside the walls on an expedition trying to reclaim land lost to them by the titans. They were currently in one of the small villages that resided outside the walls and which was destroyed by the titans. Many lives were lost and Levi kept thinking that if maybe they would had gotten there a little sooner lives could have been saved. Now he stands surrounded by dead bodies and torn off body parts with the smell of death in the air.
"No matter how hard we try it seems death is always one step ahead of us." He said to himself.
"Alright everyone listen up! Look around for any survivors! If there are any we need to get them back inside the safety of the walls!" Erwin ordered. The cadets quickly went to do what they were told. "Hanji, Levi let's go help as well.'' Erwin said. They both nodded and went to l
“She’s my daughter apparently” Luciano confirmed
“Congratulations” Kuro murmured as he peered down at (y/n). She fiddled with a toy rattle and looked at her father
“I’ll have to ask my fratello since he’s caring for Spain’s brat” Luciano muttered
“So you became a papa too?” Flavio smiled as his brother sipped a glass of wine and turned his attention to his child. (y/n) played with her rattle and giggled as Kuro kept her amused by handing her a stuffed bear.
“I had no choice, her mother dumped her on me without explanation. I don’t even know if she’s legitimately mine” Luciano explained
“Oh she is, I can tell” Flavio gestured as he turned to see his daughter rip the head off the
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
"I won." You smirked and closed the book. "What would I get as a reward?" You purred silently looking at him closely. He smiled and opened his arms.
"C'mere (Nickname)." You willingly cuddled up to him, burying your face in his chest. God he was warm and so comfortable. "Happy?"
"You have no idea." You hummed hugging him tightly. "God you're a wonderful bed Peter. I'm gonna keep you." He chuckled slightly as you groaned. "Don't you dare move! I just got com
"Mattieu, you're going to have to come out from behind my leg eventually." The tall Frenchman said to his young son.
"B-but Papa... I don't know who to talk with..." Replied the small child who clung to the fabric of his pants leg.
The tall and handsome man sighed and kneeled in front of the small boy, putting his large hands on his small shoulders. "Mattieu, I know you're upset about your Mère moving away, but I want you to have a sibling. Please? For your papa?" He asked.
The young boy with shoulder length blond hair and violet eyes stared back at his father with matching hair and bright blue eyes. He casted his eyes downward and shuffled his feet. "...Oui..." He murmured.
The Frenchman smiled at his son and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "That's my son. Now, let's go."
"O-Oui..." Replied the boy softly.
Francis Bonnefoy, single