Hey guys! Sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated this and The Curl of Your Lips. It's been a very hectic and less than inspiring few weeks. But I have returned! Thank you for the great reviews and letting me know what you like and don't like both on here, AO3, and my tumblr. I've been thinking about posting drabbles from other AU's of ours like our Drogo/Dany (Game of Thrones) AU, Andante (haunted circus) AU, and even our Youtube AU. Let me know what you think!
For this drabble, it's just a small time jump. Runa is about seven years old, Christa is six, and Amir is about a year and a half. The other new comer, Arek, is the child of Eren and Mikasa. He's the same age as Christa, so keep that in mind. This won't be the last time you see him either.
Christa's amber eyes glittered in the light of the mirror, examining the work her mother had put into the makeup that lightly dusted her face. Tonight was the night of the fall festival, the night that both little girls in the bathroom had been waiting for all year! Hayrides, pumpkin picking, even a band playing! Every kid in the city would be there.
"Momma, why do girls wear makeup?" Christa asked with a childlike curiosity, turning back to look at the blonde.
With a steady hand, Historia swept a pale pink lip tint across her older sister, Runa's, lips then picked her up to let her sit on the counter and see herself in the mirror. "Hm, I've never given it much thought," She placed the tint back in a basket. "I suppose girls wear makeup to remind us that we're allowed to feel pretty if we want to." Historia finally answered, helping both her daughters from the basin and kneeling down. "But neither of you need to wear makeup. You've both got Papa's amazing features and what you've got on is the only makeup you'll ever need."
Working her skilled fingers over both of them, she fixed Runa's stubborn curl—only for the girl to put it back in her face—and straighten out the skirt of her dress. "Alright, you're ready. Don't go playing in dirt, Ru." Historia warned, looking at Runa directly. The dark haired child rolled her eyes, skipping out of the room to find her Papa and baby brother.
Pouting, the middle child looked up at her mother through her dark lashes. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Historia asked, tilting her head. "Do you not like the outfit you picked?"
Christa shook her head, huffing a bit. She liked her outfit! It matched her Papa's shirt and pants, so she had to look cool. "What if Arek teases me for wearing makeup? He says makeup is for girly girls, and I'm not girly!" Christa stomped her foot, a soft blush crossing her cheeks.
Withholding her laughter, the mother knew all too well that reaction. It wasn't the first time Christa had mentioned the other boy. To be young and oblivious to love. "Oh, I understand." She said with a knowing smile, brushing Christa's hair out of her face. "You know your Papa used to tease me about wearing it too?" The small child shook her head, waving her mother's hand away. "Do you want to know what I did that got her to stop?" Christa waited on baited breath, eyes wide as if learning a secret.
"I kissed her. I got my makeup all over her face and she never did it again." Historia poked Christa's little nose, glancing up at the towering figure in the door way with a small smirk.
Ymir gave her wife an unamused stare, subconsciously wiping at a spot on her cheek as the other arm held Amir securely. "I swear she used ink or something because I had to scrub my cheek for a good hour before it even started coming off—Wait, what are we talking about?"
Popping up behind Ymir, Runa leaned into her leg like the parent was on the door way. "Cissy thinks that Arek is going to tease her for being girly!" She giggled, earning a pointed glare from Christa.
"Nuh-uh, Runa! I can do anything he can and do it better. I can be a better boy than he can!" The younger girl stuck out her tongue to her older sister before chasing after her.
Proudly smirking, Ymir adjusted a fidgeting Amir in her arms. "That'a girl, Christa. He makes fun of you, punch 'im."
Jaw slack, Historia swatted the leg closest to her before standing up and taking their son from Ymir.
"Don't encourage her to punch people! You know she takes everything you say to heart." She chastised quietly, feeling the now free arms coming around her and planting a kiss to her temple.
"Yeah, but I didn't take you seriously until you threw that weak first headbutt." The brunette grinned, giving Historia's hips a squeeze. "Besides, that Jaeger kid needs to be put in his place. No one picks on my kids and gets away with it."
In such a small town, it was a perk to be able to let the kids run as they wanted without fear of something happening. Ymir and Historia took Amir around, letting the quiet toddler take in the new experiences while Runa and Christa ran around with their friends and made the best of their night.
Well, up until a very displeased Eren and Mikasa appeared with their children in tow on one side, and Arek on the other. A small cut across Christa's lower lip and a slowly swelling lump on Arek's cheek told the entire story without a word.
Historia, though keeping a pleasant appearance, was planning a long lecture for both Christa and Ymir when they got home. "I'm very sorry, guys! I'll make sure to talk to her about this when we get home tonight. Ymir and I will pay for any damage that has been caused." She took Christa's hand, Runa having already found a hiding place behind Ymir's legs.
Taking their leave for the night, Historia stared at Ymir for giving their daughter the idea to punch their long time friend's son rather than talk it out.
"Momma, wait!" A small voice came from her side, pulling free of her mother's hold. "Arek!"
Christa ran back toward Arek and his parents, tapping him on the shoulder. She waited until he turned around to kiss his bruised and red cheek and laugh at the surprised look on his face—along with the bright pink lip mark she had left on his blushing cheek before running back to an equally surprised looking Papa and Momma. "Okay! All better! I did both so he should never tease me again, right?" She said in a bright manor, taking off with Runa back toward the house and leaving both parents speechless for a few seconds.
"Did she just—"
"Yep. Do you think—"
"If she likes that little punk, I'm going to ground her from dating until she's sixty rather than thirty."
"Ymir, that's no—"
"Nope. Not dating. None of our kids are ever dating. We need a tower and a really good lock!" Ymir announced, setting off after the kids, leaving an exhausted Historia and a very confused Amir in their wake.
"Muck." Amir uttered, baiting a nod from his mother.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly…"