Hey, so I hope you don't mind what I did here, don't get me wrong, I love Cake, but I've read way too many Fiolee fics where the writer seemingly just doesn't know what to do with her and tosses her to the side, which I feel is even worse than not including her. So yeah... This happened instead. Just imagine that instead of Cake's parents happening upon Fionna, these three fairy godmother-like vampires did :) Enjoy!

/Disclaims

Thunder rolled through the night, and all that could be heard was the harsh rumbling and the all-encompassing sound of rain saturating the terrain. So of course it was out of sheer luck that one particular vampire's especially heightened senses were able to pick up the muted tones of an infant's cries.

"What is that?" Deirdre sniffed the air as she tried to concentrate all her senses upon pinpointing the source of the wailing. Her two companions turned back curious as to why the sudden halt in their midnight prowl.

"What's what?" A second vampire, Denise, implored, looking around questioningly. The other, Dodi, did the same.

After some more careful listening, Deirdre lurched westward, darting through a tree-filled trail in hopes of finding whatever it was that had been crying so pitifully. Upon reaching a small clearing in the dark woods, Deirdre was surprised to find a swaddled infant stored within the hollow of an oak. Even more shocking was the seeming race of the child. While she had at first figured the baby to be Hyoomen, after pulling its rabbit-eared hat from its head all to be found were delicate, pink human ears.

"Deirdre, what is this all about?" Denise huffed and puffed, her and Dodi having only just caught up.

"Is that a baby?" Dodi quickly floated over, making silly cooing noises and prodding the air with her extended index fingers. The baby looked up, fascinated, its bright blue eyes watching rapt at Dodi's coppery red hair. Wrestling its arms free from the swaddling, it wrenched Dodi's hair in a vice grip and yanked, laughing and gurgling joyously. "Ow ow ow, what the junk?! Stop it baby! Why are you so strong?!" Suppressing laughter, Deirdre tugged the baby's arm, it stopping almost immediately and instead choosing to snuggle into Deirdre's chest.

Denise laughed but chose not to approach the child, and noticing a card safety-pinned on to the blanket she pointed it out, "Deirdre, check out that paper, what's it say? Maybe the kid's lost or something?"

"Doubt it," she picked the paper from its spot and flipped it only to read off a single name written in curling letters. "Fionna?"

Dodi drifted behind her shoulder in an attempt to also see the paper. "Maybe it's her name?"

Deirdre nodded, "Guess so."

Denise tilted her head in puzzlement, "So… What do we do with it?"

The three friends looked at each other somewhat helplessly before Deirdre nodded in self-approval.

"I'll raise her." Her friends looked on in astonishment.

"Woah, hold up! Do you even know what she is?" Denise interrogated.

"Human."

"What?! Do you even know if vampire law allows such things?" Dodi nervously peered around, as if already fearing penalization.

"Not like anyone checks up on those things. And you really think Marshall Lee would care anyway?" The two other vampires pouted a bit, but seemed somewhat assuaged by this.

Denise rubbed her temples, seemingly trying to come to terms with everything, "Do you really think you've got this? Are you planning on going on the color diet? Do you realize how much thought all this requires?"

Deirdre growled, peeved her friend doubted her so much, "I'm six hundred and forty-two years old, Denise. I'm pretty sure I can handle a child. And hey, why not try the color diet? I could always go for losing a few extra pounds."

Again approaching the child but not so close this time, Dodi began making her cooing noises and silly faces as she turned upside down, "I think it'll be great Denise, we can be her aunts and teach her all about fashion and boys and fighting and…" As Dodi musically babbled on, Denise and Deirdre smiled, the world not yet realizing how fateful a decision had been made in the woods that night under a tempestuous sky. A decision that would especially affect one Vampire King.