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Y/N had learned that Shiganshina was loud. Loud with people, loud with horses, loud with kids yelling just because they could. The first few weeks living within the walls were overwhelming. The sounds used to wake her up in the middle of the night, breath caught in her chest, convinced that the noise meant danger.

But not anymore.

It had been three years since Kaelen Voss pulled her out of the snow. Y/N no longer flinched at the rustling of the carts or the barking of the dogs. She laughed with the other kids at the market, got scolded for climbing on rooftops, and knew exactly which bakery left their just-baked bread unattended in the mornings.

She was nine now. Old enough to understand the world was dangerous, but still young enough to dream big. The dream, of course, was to be just like Kaelen.

“Don’t idolize me, brat,” Kaelen muttered, mouth full of meat skewer as she leaned back in her chair. They were sitting at a small restaurant near the outer gate. “You think wearing this cape means anything?”

“Duh, yeah! Freedom, going outside, doing whatever you want,” Y/N said, chin up, eyes gleaming.

Kaelen squinted at her. “No, it means responsibility and having a cleaning freak dwarf and a titan lover as comrades.”

Y/N crossed her arms, mimicking the captain’s stern tone. “Responsibility to fight for others who can’t fight for themselves. That’s what you said last week.”

Kaelen narrowed her eyes. “You’re sneaking into the carts when I go to the HQ and hearing my speeches now?”

“…no,” Y/N said, looking somewhere else a little too quickly.

Kaelen groaned and waved her skewer. “Fine, fine. Be a scout if you want to. Get eaten. Bleed out dramatically in a field. Join the tragic legacy.” Y/N just smiled. She’d already made up her mind.

In the afternoon, she ran into him again.

Well, she didn’t exactly run into Eren, more like chased him, because he and Armin were throwing sticks into the river, yelling about something called “Water bomb” and pretending to be engineers.

“Hey!” she shouted, half-laughing as she jogged down the street. “You two are gonna fall in again.”

Eren turned, already grinning. “Not if we make it fly this time!”

“It’s a stick,” she reminded him, brushing her windswept hair back from her face. She ruffled Armin’s hair too, who gave her a bashful smile in return. “Has your mom seen what you’re doing?”

Eren rolled her eyes. “She thinks the river’s cursed or something. I’m not a baby.”

“She also thinks Scouts are idiots.”

“Yeah, well, she’s wrong!”

Y/N laughed at that. “You just want to wear the cool jacket.”

“No, I mean, yeah,” he muttered, kicking a pebble. “But also, it’s the only way to see the outside world. You want to, too, don’t you?”

“I will,” she said softly, watching the water pass by. “One day.”

That night, Kaelen stood outside their shared house watching the stars.

“Can’t believe I’m raising a little idealist,” she muttered to herself. “Didn’t sign up for this.”

But when Y/N came out barefoot, wrapped in a blanket, and leaned against her side with a sleepy smile, Kaelen didn’t complain.

“You’re gonna join the Scouts no matter what I say, aren’t you?” she asked.

Y/N nodded against her arm. “Even if you say no.”

Kaelen sighed. “Then I'd better train you myself. Can’t have my kid dying like an idiot.”

Y/N blinked. “… so, I’m your kid now?”

Kaelen shrugged, refusing to look at her. “Well, you never stopped following me around.”

A few months later, everything changed.

Changed in that subtle, strange way that people quietly enter their lives and shift their balance.

That winter, Eren and his father, Grisha, walked into town with a red scarf wrapped messily around a girl’s face. She was quiet. Stiff. Cold eyes. And after the townspeople whispered of tragedy and blood and the girl almost dying, Mikasa Ackerman began living with the Jaegers.

Y/N only met her properly a week or so later, when Eren came to play and brought Mikasa along. She was very quiet. Only stood beside Eren, watching Y/N closely.

Y/N, being a bit older, didn’t think much of it. She smiled, offered Mikasa a seat, and handed her some of the warm buns Kaelen had brought home. Mikasa took them but didn’t smile. That’s how it started.

It wasn’t a rivalry. Y/N never saw it like that. She liked Mikasa just fine. She didn’t understand the way the younger girl seemed to bristle when Eren leaned against Y/N’s side to tell her about his latest ridiculous dream. Or how Mikasa always positioned herself between them when they walked. Or how she watched Y/N like a storm cloud waiting to form.

Y/N always thought the reason Mikasa stuck so much to Eren was because he saved her; it made sense. She figured it was the kind of bond you didn’t question.

So, she didn’t, just let it be.

Besides, she had her path to chase, her dreams to catch up to.

And if Eren liked to follow her around, asking questions about training or pretending he didn’t care when she praised his sketches of the world outside the walls… that was just Eren being Eren.

Kaelen used to say that people came into your life like stepping stones, some to walk with you, and some just to help you across the water.

But to Y/N, it felt like the people around her weren’t just stepping stones.

But the reason she was walking at all.

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Okay so, as some of you might or might not know, I'm half Dutch and half Colombian, and as latina, I have my musical tastes. So I was listening to one of these music groups, and I think this song is literally Eren and Mikasa after Eren tells her he hates her, but we obviously know it wasn't true. So my headcanon is basically Eren dedicating this to Mikasa.

(Obviously translated to English)

The song is called Yo no merezco volver by Morat (or well, I don't deserve to come back.)

💔 Lyrics 💔

Erase my name from every phrase you say

Stay silent if you're going to call me again

Don't speak of me in vain if your heart is still half broken

Because I don’t deserve to come back

Burn my photos, it’s not fair that I still remain in your life

Lose my shadow if it comes back to follow you again

Close all the doors that were left open when I left

Because I don’t deserve to come back

Don’t try to forgive me

I never loved you right

Don’t try to forgive me

Because I haven’t forgiven myself

Give my poor conscience a break

Because I don’t deserve to come back

You’ve earned the right to hate me

And making it easier for you will be my duty

No one has ever invented a god that can redeem all my sins

And I don’t deserve to come back

Don’t try to forgive me

I never loved you right

Don’t try to forgive me

Because I haven’t forgiven myself

Give my poor conscience a break

Because I don’t deserve to come back

Give my poor conscience a break

Because I don’t deserve to come back

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The first time she saw snow, she wasn’t cold… She was alone. Curled beneath a tree just outside Shiganshina district, small arms wrapped around herself, half-buried. Eyes open. Silent. Watching. Waiting to die, either from cold or by any titan who was around.

She didn’t cry. No one knew how long she’d been there, only that the storm had passed, and in its place was a little girl the wind forgot to take.

Until she heard something… voices.

The soldiers were returning from a failed expedition. Their horses were tired. Spirits dull. The snowfall hadn’t let up.

“Captain,” one of the men called, slowing his mount, “there’s something by the treeline.”

Most expected a carcass. A dead fox. A body too broken to bury. But never expected to find a pair of eyes, wide and still, staring at them without fear. Not hope, either.

A tall, lean woman dismounted first. A long gash trailed across one side of her cheek. She stepped toward the girl slowly, boots crunching through the frost.

“Huh… not dead,” she muttered while crouching. “That’s a good start.”

The girl blinked once. No words.

“Can you stand?” she asked, softer now. When she reached out a hand, the girl stared at it for a moment, as if trying to remember what people were supposed to do. Eventually, tiny, cold fingers curled around hers.

“Name?”

Silence. Then a little shake of the head.

“All right,” the woman sighed, lifting her with surprising care. “We’ll figure that out later.”

She adjusted the girl’s weight on her hip, turned back, and added, “I’m Captain Kaelen Voss, from the Scout Regiment. If you don’t have a name, you’ll carry mine until you find one that fits.”

She didn’t remember her real name. But in the records of the Scout Regiment, she was listed under a new one, given to her by the woman who found her and refused to leave her behind.

Y/N.

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Chichi is the reader's mom (no, I'm not projecting onto headcanons, these are little jokes!)

Chichi: honey, the clock is ticking! You need to start a family

All the deities who interact with the reader, looking around in surprise but not seeing the clock (either they're trolling or they really don't understand what's going on): she's dying?????

Chichi: what? No. Her biological clock!

Deities: are you counting down the date of her death? You're like a regular person, not a dark reaper

Goten: what mom means is that y/n needs to get on with her life and reproduction right now, otherwise she'll be old, weak, and ugly later on

Deities: and that will stop her running biological clock?

Reader: dude, if my working clock has stopped, then I'm dead

Deities: what's the point of an invisible clock if you're going to die anyway?

Chichi: *leaves the conversation extremely angry and annoyed*

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Chi-Chi can periodically ask the reader about having a boyfriend while sighing sadly at the lack of one. If she starts dating Shin or Daishinkan (or both)? That woman will definitely be cautious about offering them someone else better than her daughter (I did read somewhere about a mom calling her daughter's boyfriend to find a better option), and these guys are like “ma'am????”

Chi Chi: sorry to interrupt, Mr. Shin/Daishinkan, but I think you can choose a better partner than my daughter.

Shin/Daishinkan, surprised but wanting to have fun: Oh, of course I will. But we're not dating, we're mates with “privileges”

ChiChi: What do you mean you don't date?

Shin/Daishinkan: I am an ancient immortal god, (reader) a mortal human. We're exotic to each other, interest can extinguish at any moment

ChiChi, lost in conversation, lost in thought, and seemingly should be angry that her child is playing with the gods instead of setting up her personal life. is at a loss: So you won't be partners and start a family?

Shin/Daishinkan: a second ago you were proposing another person to me

Chichi, frustrated: so the reader won't get a good husband and you won't have children? I would love grandchildren so much!

Shin/Daishinkan: let's omit the point that you don't know alien biology and emphasize that you're now putting a human under me just for non-existent offspring, like want to get a toy?

Reader from afar: tell my mom you can create things with magic! Shin/Daishinkan: god and human biology are incompatible with each other, but creating a “living being” through magic is entirely possible

ChiChi: the advent of family and children doesn't work that way!

Reader: Shin/Daishinkan creates new life with magic, I stand by and watch

ChiChi: no!

// if the situation was between ChiChi and Whis

Whis, putting his hand on her shoulder, literally: calm down, I'm dating your kid for food

Whoever wrote this... You just made my day, thank you!! I'm daily at college looking at my rich classmates' ugly asses and I really needed to read this :')

(Also, sorry; I often forget I have a tag list, which is the main reason I don't tag a lot, but I'm trying.)

I would say the deities are aware of what a biological clock is, but play dumb (that's what I think, tho)

And Whis dating reader for food? REAL

Taglist :) @ultimate-percussionist

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"They say every soul is born with a thread. Invincible, Unbreakable. Tied to another, somewhere across time. Sometimes it brings joy. Sometimes it brings war. And sometimes it brings both."

“Hey, Grandpa?”

“Hm?”

“Is it true people can be reborn?”

The old man paused, stirring the fire in the hearth. Outside, the wind howled past the walls like a mourning cry.

“That depends on who you ask. Some say that those who die with something left unfinished, such as love, hatred, or revenge, come back. Over and over. Until they find peace.

The child thought for a moment. “What if they never find it?”

“Then they keep searching,” he said, “Sometimes in different places. Sometimes in different bodies.”

A silence stretched between them.

“…Like the boy from the books? The one who sought freedom? And the girl who never left his side?”

The fire cracked. The old man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes, just like them.”

Far from there, under a sky heavy with stars, two strangers passed each other on the street. Their shoulders brushed briefly.

Neither looked back.

But for just a second… their hearts did.

“I’ll see you again.”

And some part of him never stopped waiting.

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this guy

reblog if you agree

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A/N: This fic is a mix of canon-divergent AOT timeline (Part 1) and reincarnation AU (Part 2). Centered on Eren x Y/N and a side story featuring Levi, cause why not, right?. This is a project blending my vision with @cal148's.

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They were just kids when the world ended.

Two souls, bound by something older than memory, were torn apart in the chaos that followed. Five years passed. Blood spilled. Walls fell. And yet, some bonds refused to break.

She became a soldier. A leader.

He became a weapon. A curse.

And somewhere in the middle of the carnage, they found each other again.

But destiny is cruel.

And history has a way of repeating itself.

"If we’re lucky… I'll see you again. Maybe in another life."

Prologue

Part 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2

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I don't know how serious this headcanon (or joke) can be considered to be

Bulma knows the reader is meeting a deity (Shin or Daishinkan), and sure if they're fucking

Bulma wants to see the magic junk between the god's legs and how it works. It would be easier to pay Whis new delicious meal, pay money the reader to have them fuck in front of her, or is it easier to bring only an angel into her lab to study his body. But the reader is preoccupied with another god. hmmm Whis or Beerus… Bulma isn't sure for some reason.

It's for science, and scientific interest.

She catches a moment when the god and the reader are in the same location (lol I wonder what Bulma will bribe the deity with to show her the workings of his organs) and proposes her idea to them

If the reader and god agree, Bulma will collect any of the available liquids (deity)

Lmao, imagine the reader working with the deity's genitals, and Bulma standing almost side by side studying and recording what's going on

Fun fact, I'm going to the psychologist, and told her a bit about this kind of things (no, not Bulma wanting to see magic wands), but like self insert kinda shit, and she's genuinely concerned :) We're crazy, y'all!

Oh yeah, we scientists are crazy, I mean, I was like Bulma was, forcing flies to have babies.

Still wondering if gods have abnormal sizes, like I mean, would it be proportional to the height, or bigger, or smaller... or would it shift depending on the person?

(I will cover this and more topics when I get my YT channel up and running :D)

So anyway, yeah I don't think I'll write scenarios about this, still loving to read them and sure as fuck more people would love to lol

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May I offer a little thought while the requests are open?

Yandere Shin! I'm not sure if this can be linked to yandere, or it could be a regular Shin

But he uses Kibito as a huge tank who fucks the reader under Shin's supervision.

Compared to Kibito, Shin and the reader are small, Kai likes to hold the reader on Kibito's lying body like he's a huge bed, snuggling up to his lover.

Standing Kibito holds the reader in his hands at the level of Shin's head, spreading her legs, allowing him to eat her standing up. Kibito holds the reader in his lap, playing with her pussy with his fingers while Shin sits next to her and does the work of creating life and planets (The reader is teased by leaning his face over Shin's crotch, and the smell of the released musk is maddening)

Oh good lord 😳

Yeah, I wouldn't know, like yandere is someone extremely obsessed with you, so Idk if that person would another fuck their beloved... this seems more like a trio thing tho... Yeah I'm not really sure actually (also not sure if I'll be able to write smth like that lol)

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Omg I loved this Picrew so much!!! And once again, Happy bday!!

@ultimate-percussionist @princeasimdiya12 @coffeedemon19 @riniackerman

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!✨

I’m starting a tag chain game!! Design what you would look like at a birthday party!🥳 💖 Use this Picrew

Here’s my birthday self!~

If anyone else wants to join don't hesitate to reblog!!

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Omg these are so cuteee 🥰

Idk who to tag

@ultimate-percussionist @princeasimdiya12 @coffeedemon19 @riniackerman

picrew chain time!! make yourself a cheeky little icon using this picrew, reblog & tag ur pals!! to start us off: @lightyaoigami @lightyakami @deelavis @dreamfilleddonuts @catboymettaton @vorareromantic @queer-omens-in-the-archives

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This song gave me s4 Eren x Y/N (or Mikasa, whatever you want) Modern AU vibes, like both singing this song alone while any of them is playing guitar and both of them are a cute depressed couple

Watch Arcane btw, really recommended! Guaranteed crying, depression and great music :D

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Hi. What do you think of this headcanon?

Choice of Daishinkan, Shin, and Whis (choice if you don't mind, or in one headcanon?).

The reader is being chased by a creeper, she panics when she's almost pinned against a wall. She barely remembers that she has teleporters (Home Zeno and Kai word).

If it's a Daishinkan moment, the reader teleports into Zeno's house and hysterically hides behind anything, most importantly away from the stalker. I don't think Zeno and Priest have heightened empathy, but they don't like what's going on, especially that their friend is so badly frightened and the intruder is swearing at everyone. The gods get rid of the creeper and try to calm the man down.

The moment with Shin?

The reader is teleported to Kai's world in an attempt to escape. Kibito comes to the rescue and teleports the man to another location, while Shin calms the reader down

The moment with Whis?

He rejoices in Bulma's kitchen on the balcony, the reader suddenly appears, abruptly takes his staff and disappears. Somewhere in the distance someone's screams are heard, the reader returns with a glassy stare, holding out the slightly bloody staff and shivering walks away, promising to wash it a little later

Escaping a stalker hcs

The moment you feel yourself cornered, panic grips your chest. Your heart pounds as you realize you have only one escape: teleportation. Without thinking, you instinctively vanish.

When you reappear, you're somewhere safe—the grand, immaculate halls of Zeno's palace. You’re trembling, gasping for breath as you dive behind the nearest structure, hiding like a terrified animal.

Daishinkan senses your arrival immediately, his serene expression barely shifting, but there's a glint in his eyes as he assesses the situation. Zeno, tilting his head, is more openly curious.

Before either can question you, a furious, disoriented voice roars from the teleportation rift you left open. Your stalker, full of audacity and venom, stumbles in, still shouting about how you can't run from him.

The room turns deathly silent.

Daishinkan doesn’t need heightened empathy to understand. The distress in your ki, the way your body shakes—he doesn’t need to feel emotions to recognize the situation.

Zeno, who was simply watching, suddenly frowns. "That person is being mean." His voice is light, but there’s something wrong about the way he says it.

The stalker, still too foolish to grasp the weight of where he is, continues to yell.

"They belong to me! Who do you think you—"

Daishinkan raises a single hand, and reality itself folds—the intruder is gone before he can utter another word. Where? Not even you know.

Zeno claps his hands. "Goodbye, bad person!"

Daishinkan approaches you, his presence alone enough to settle your trembling form. His voice is calm, a stark contrast to your panicked state. "You are safe here. Breathe."

He doesn’t offer words of comfort the way a mortal would, but his actions speak louder. The palace is now your haven, and he will not allow such an incident to happen again.

I can't with the face of this dude XD

Your breath catches in your throat as your stalker lunges. With sheer instinct, you teleport—anywhere, anywhere but here.

You land roughly on the soft grass of the Sacred World of the Kais, gasping, shaking, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Shin, who had been peacefully tending to a small pond, nearly jumps in surprise as you suddenly appear. His expression quickly morphs from confusion to deep concern when he sees your terrified state.

Before he can ask what’s wrong, another presence blips in. Your pursuer had somehow latched onto your ki, following you here.

"There you are—!"

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

In an instant, Kibito moves—his large hand clamps down on the stalker, his face unreadable as he teleports him far away, to a place unknown.

Shin immediately rushes to your side, his normally gentle demeanor now filled with urgency. He kneels beside you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to hold you or give you space.

"You’re safe now," he murmurs, voice soft, almost hesitant. "I promise, no one can harm you here."

You can’t stop shaking. He doesn’t push, doesn’t overwhelm you with words, just offers you the quiet, comforting presence of a god who cares.

When your breathing finally steadies, he gives you a small, reassuring smile. "Would you like some tea?" It’s such a simple offer, but one filled with warmth, with a desperate attempt to ground you.

In the days that follow, he doesn’t leave your side. The Sacred World of the Kais becomes a sanctuary, and Shin makes it his silent mission to ensure you never feel that fear again.

Whis is enjoying a pleasant moment on Bulma’s balcony, indulging in a delightful dish he had just discovered, when you suddenly appear.

Without a word, you snatch his staff straight from his hand.

Before he can react, you vanish.

A faint, distant scream echoes in the wind.

Whis, spoon frozen in mid-air, blinks. Slowly, he sets his food down. Interesting.

Minutes later, you reappear, your face blank, hands trembling slightly as you hold out the bloodstained staff to him.

"I’ll… um… I’ll clean it later," you mutter, avoiding his gaze as you place it back in his hands. Then, as if nothing happened, you turn and walk away.

Whis, amused, tilts his head.

"Oh my. That was rather quick."

He doesn’t need to ask what happened—he already knows. He can feel the faint energy traces of a life abruptly snuffed out.

He chuckles softly, twirling the staff between his fingers before lifting it slightly. The blood vanishes in an instant, as if it was never there.

He takes another bite of his food, gazing at you with intrigue.

"What a fascinating little mortal you are."

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Hihi! I saw that your requests are open again! So, I wanted to request a oneshot of Goku Black or Zamasu trying to take care of the female reader of her period, please.

(Totallyy not influenced due to me being on my period. No, my good writer.)

Yeah, sure, totally ;) Gotcha

Bloody Hell

Zamasu had always found mortals to be filthy, flawed creatures. Their bodies were weak, susceptible to disease, pain, and suffering. He had observed their pathetic ailments from a distance, never once imagining he would have to care for one.

But you… you were different.

He still didn’t understand why he tolerated you, why he let you stay by his side when all other mortals disgusted him. Perhaps it was because you weren’t like the others—less selfish, more patient. Or maybe he simply enjoyed your company, though he would never admit it.

But when he found you curled up in pain, your face pale, your body trembling, he felt… something unfamiliar. Concern.

"You’re unwell," he stated, kneeling beside you. "What afflicts you?"

You winced as another cramp hit you, groaning. "It’s… just my period, Zamasu. It happens every month. I’ll be fine."

He frowned. "A monthly affliction? How inefficient."

You managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it."

For the first time, Zamasu found himself at a loss. He was a god, above mortal suffering—how was he supposed to help?

"Do you require healing?" he asked, summoning his divine energy.

You shook your head. "It’s not something you can just fix. It’ll pass."

Zamasu hated that answer. He hated that he couldn’t take away your pain.

Still, he observed you, analyzed what little he knew of mortal comfort. Carefully, he summoned warm tea infused with calming herbs, conjured soft blankets, and placed a cooling cloth on your forehead.

"Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You will not suffer alone."

Goku Black was not like Zamasu. He did not merely tolerate you—he claimed you. You were his, and anything that caused you pain was an insult to his divinity.

So when he discovered you curled up, struggling through your period, he was furious.

"Who dares to make you suffer?" he demanded, his aura flaring.

You blinked up at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "Uh… biology?"

His rage simmered, replaced with confusion. "Explain."

You sighed. "It’s just something that happens to women, Black. It’s annoying, but it’s normal."

"Normal?" he scoffed. "You think I will allow my queen to be in pain every month because of some pathetic mortal weakness?"

Before you could protest, he teleported away. Minutes later, he returned, arms full of various remedies—herbal teas, heating pads, even chocolates.

You stared. "Where did you—?"

"I took them," he said simply.

"You stole them?"

He smirked. "They were unworthy of keeping such gifts when you are in need."

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile forming. He may have been merciless, but when it came to you, he was devoted.

Settling beside you, he pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "Rest, my love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Your pain will pass, and I will be here until it does."

And true to his word, he did not leave your side.

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Hey how you doing I so happy you are open could I request a sequel from yandere frieza x female Charlie reader, the reader got pregnant by frieza after he claimed her as his, she gives birth to her son Kuriza, the reader adores her son and he is the only good thing that came from her force relationship with frieza, she adores her son and tries to give him a normal childhood, not wanting her son to be like her dad ?

You had always believed in kindness.

It was your nature—soft-spoken, warm, ever hopeful. Even in the coldest of places, surrounded by ruthless warlords and cruel soldiers, you had clung to the belief that there was good in the universe.

But then he had claimed you.

Frieza had taken you as his, not through love, not through consent, but because he wanted you. And in his mind, wanting something meant owning it. You were a prize, a pet, a delicate thing he could keep under his control.

The days in his grasp were suffocating. He was possessive, unpredictable, and terrifying. Yet, despite everything, despite the nightmares and the forced smiles, something beautiful came from the cruelty.

Kuriza.

The moment you held your son in your arms, his small body warm against yours, you knew—he was the only good thing to come from Frieza’s obsession. The only thing that mattered now.

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Raising Kuriza in Frieza’s empire was like trying to protect a flickering candle in a hurricane. You wanted to give him warmth, to shield him from the monstrous world his father ruled with an iron fist.

"You spoil the boy," Frieza would say, amused as he watched you cradle Kuriza after he scraped his knee. "He needs to be strong, not coddled."

"He needs to be loved," you always countered, holding your son closer.

You sang him lullabies, taught him kindness, whispered to him about a world beyond war and destruction. When Frieza was away, you told Kuriza stories of peace, of friendship, of a future where he wasn’t feared but adored.

But Frieza knew.

---

Frieza was never one to let go of what was his. And you were his, just as much as Kuriza was.

"Do you think you can change him?" he asked one night, watching as you tucked your son into bed. "Do you think you can make him soft, like you?"

"I think I can make him better than you," you whispered.

Frieza only chuckled, a chilling sound, before cupping your chin with cold fingers.

"You’re adorable when you fight back, my dear," he mused. "But you forget—" he leaned closer, pressing a soft, deceptive kiss against your temple, "Kuriza is my son."

Your blood ran cold. Because deep down, you knew—no matter how much you tried to protect Kuriza from his father’s darkness, Frieza would always be there, waiting, shaping him into the heir he desired.

But you wouldn’t stop.

You would fight.

For Kuriza.

For the one piece of light in your frozen, caged world.

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Hi how are you could I request a yandere king cold x female arcosian reader, the reader is from the same from frieza race, the wife of king cold and mother of cooler and frieza, the reader before getting engaged to king cold was already pregnant with cooler and with another male arcosian, who cold killed without mercy and force the reader to marry him, after years she would get pregnant again this time with frieza?

Don't ask why, but I like this kind of dinamics

The day he killed him, the stars above burned cold.

You remembered the sight of your mate's body, lifeless, sprawled across the icy floor of your chambers. The father of your unborn child—Cooler—slain with no hesitation. King Cold stood above him, expression unreadable, as if he had merely stepped on an insect. The blood hadn’t even dried before he turned to you and declared, with the weight of an unshakable empire behind his words:

"You belong to me now."

The engagement wasn’t a choice. The marriage was an inevitability.

The early years y

ou fought. You resisted. Even as you stood at his side as his wife, draped in royal finery, bearing the title of Queen, you despised him. Cold indulged your tantrums, your biting words, your attempts to undermine him. You tried to remind him at every turn that you weren’t his.

And yet, every attempt at defiance was met with something worse.

He never raised a hand against you, no—King Cold preferred a more insidious cruelty. He surrounded you with guards loyal only to him, ensuring you had no allies. He buried you under lavish gifts, silk and jewels, fine wines from distant worlds, dressing you up as the queen he had stolen. He granted you power—but power that was forever tied to him, so you would never forget where it came from.

And when Cooler was born, Cold made it clear:

"He is my son now."

You knew then that there was no escape.

---

Hate turned to exhaustion. Exhaustion turned to resignation. Resignation turned to something else.

King Cold was a tyrant, but he was also… generous. He listened when you made demands, when you craved luxuries, when you whispered about planets that intrigued you. He indulged your whims, and in return, he expected your presence at his side.

You didn't love him. But power—true, undeniable power—was intoxicating.

The day you told him you were pregnant again, with Frieza this time, was the day you stopped pretending you weren’t part of his empire. He smirked, victorious, as if the bond between you had been permanently sealed.

"Our son will be even greater than the last," he mused, brushing a clawed hand over your stomach. "And he will know exactly who rules this universe."

You should have been disgusted. You should have rebelled. But instead, you found yourself smirking back, because Cold was right—your son would be greater. Your blood would shape the future.

---

Now, as Queen of the Cold Force, you sat on a throne beside him, draped in the finest silks, sipping wine from a golden chalice. You had everything you had ever wanted. Races trembled at your feet. Armies knelt before your command.

You had never truly forgiven him, nor had you ever truly loved him. But power was a seductive thing, and as long as Cold continued to give you everything you desired, you could ignore the past.

He knew. He had always known.

"You may not love me," he murmured one night, fingers trailing over your bare shoulder, "but you will never leave me."

You tilted your head, considering.

Then you smirked. "And why would I?"

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The reader is not a "cat person" and is neutral about cats. And happens to be a cat magnet. Imagine that because Berus is a huge cat, the reader accidentally attracts his attention

You were not a cat person.

You weren’t a dog person either. You were just… neutral.

Sure, cats were fine. Dogs were fine. Animals were fine. But you never had that burning love for them like some people did. You weren’t the type to squeal over cute kittens or go out of your way to pet every dog you saw.

And yet.

Somehow.

They always found you.

Strays on the street would follow you home. Friend’s pets would ignore their owners and curl up in your lap. Even the most aloof of felines would take one look at you and decide, “Yes. That one. That human.”

It was annoying.

But nothing—nothing—compared to what happened when you met Beerus.

The first time you met the God of Destruction, it took approximately five minutes before you felt his eyes on you.

You had done nothing to attract his attention. You weren’t some powerful fighter. You weren’t an important figure in the universe. You were just there.

And yet.

Beerus sat, lounging on a floating pillow, staring at you like a cat that had just spotted a brand new toy.

It was unsettling.

“Uh…” You shifted awkwardly. “Do I have something on my face?”

Whis, who stood beside him, smiled in amusement. “Oh my. It seems you have a rather unique presence.”

Beerus didn’t blink.

“You’re interesting.”

“No, I’m really not.”

He leaned forward, tail flicking lazily. “I’ll decide that.”

You should’ve known that being on Beerus’ radar was dangerous. But at first, it wasn’t too bad.

Sure, he’d call on you randomly. Sure, he’d show up when you least expected it. Sure, he’d stare at you like a predator watching prey.

But you weren’t afraid of him. If anything, you were just confused.

It got worse when you realized he started treating you like a real cat would treat their human.

Like how he’d show up at your place without warning. Like how he’d take over your couch, your food, your personal space. Like how he’d bop you with his tail when he wanted attention.

You squinted at him one day as he stretched across your entire couch.

“Beerus.”

He cracked an eye open. “Hmm?”

“I am not a cat person.”

He yawned. “And?”

You sighed. “Then why are you acting like I am?”

Beerus grinned lazily, fangs peeking out.

“You say that, yet here I am.”

“…That’s not an answer.”

Whis, watching the exchange with his usual amusement, chuckled. “Oh my. It seems you’ve become quite the favorite.”

Beerus just flicked his tail.

You groaned. You weren’t a cat person.

But it seemed the biggest cat in the universe had already decided you were.

And there was no escaping it now.

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