Rudolph Leonhart considered himself a good man. He gave shelter to those who needed it from this cruel world, and he protected his family from the same threats. He made sure that his family would be able to defend themselves, he convinced his wife to take a bunch of knife combat classes with the local police, and he would teach his child all there is to know to survive out in the world when she was born.

Two weeks! Two weeks and his little bundle of sunshine would be born!

Rudolph was making his way home from a day of hunting in the mountains, dragging behind him was a rather plump deer, and was whistling a jaunty tune out to the air. Soft 'crunch' sounds were made as his heavy boots fell on the forest ground below. He was lucky so far, the large monstrosities known as the titans having been detected by the silent commands that was given out.

The Titans. Now there was something disturbing. Huge creatures that reached up to fifteen meters tall and only seemed to pray on humans, brutally murdering them for no other reason than to hope they were lucky enough to bag that special human prize. The great beasts had seemingly come out of nowhere one hundred years ago, though, that wasn't all true. There WERE people who knew the truth of where they came from, though the truth is constantly kept from the general public to keep them from panic.

Or, to keep them from usurping the king.

Rudolph scowled, the memories of the evil Human king and how he continues to hold something that is not his. How his family stole from the rest of his kind, how he doomed his own species in his own greed. Oh, if Rudolph could just wrap his hands around that arrogant, little SHIT'S neck, he would break down everything he held dear! Burning his precious walls! Killing his ignorant subjects! Ending his evil a-

Ah, he was getting murderous thoughts again.

Rudolph shook off his train of thought, banishing the violent feeling that was welling up, least he go and destroy his home again. That was a long week. Sighing to himself, the man shifted the carcass on his back and continued forward.

"WWWAAAAA~AAAAAA"

Rudolph stopped at the loud wailing. Even without yet having his own baby child, he knew the sound. It was the sound of a baby crying. A loud one at that. Rudolph stopped only for a moment, before grimacing and turned to walk away. The child was not his, he had no duty to go save it. Probably one of those bastard children that would be more merciful to let it die than live.

"WAAAAA~AAAAA"

The baby cried again. Rudolph winced and faulted in his step for just a moment. No, he would NOT save that baby. He had his family to think of and the new child on the way.

"WAAAAA~AAAAAA"

The third cry was the metaphorical straw that broke the camels back. Rudolph grimaced, hoping his wife wouldn't make him sleep on the couch for what he was about to do. Placing down the deer, Rudolph turned and followed the crying. Three wails later, the hunter found a small child wrapped in blankets at the base of one of the giant trees.

The baby was small, didn't look too much older than a year at most. The blanket it was wrapped in was white with gold embroidery. How something so small could have something so expensive as gold. Rudolph picked up the small child, cradling it in his arms. The baby calmed down, the wails coming down to confused baby noises.

This wasn't what he expected when he initiated the Mama signal. This man was weird. His blond, bearded face was looking down at him with silvery blue eyes.

"Now who are you, Little one?" Rudolph said, shuffling around the blankets on the child. Perhaps, with such an expensive cloth, the deserter had left a name for the child. The baby had started giggling now, taking some form of humor with his beard, tugging and pulling at it happily. Rudolph grunted, but bit down the sharp pain from the tugging. "Strong one, are yah?" He muttered, looking down at the baby.

There, at the back of the blanket, were four letters, embroidered in gold

LUKE

"So, Luke, huh?" Rudolph mumbled. The baby, now named Luke, giggled, though he didn't know why. "Luke Leonhart. Heh, sounds nice, doesn't it?" Rudolph nuzzled the baby, receiving another giggle in return.

"Well then, let's take you home then, Luke." Rudolph walked back to his deer, and headed to his home. Bringing the giggling baby along the way.

(LINE BREAK)

"RUDOLPH FRANZ LEONHART!"

"Ah man..." Rudolph groaned out. Luke clung to the larger man for safety from the loud voice. It was loud and scary! "All right little Luke," Randolph said. "Don't be too scared going in, okay? Martha is really nice. Usually."

"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS IN HERE IN THE NEXT THREE SECONDS, YOU WON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO GIVE ANOTHER CHILD!"

"Even during her moods..." Rudolph resigned to his fate and walked to the house. His wife, Martha always seemed to know when he was near, he blamed her senses. The blond man dragged the deer behind him, walking up to his house he steels himself and pushed open the door.

"Honey, I'm hom-" Rudolph stopped as a loud THWACK came from a large kitchen knife embedded itself into the door frame next to his head. Glaring at the bearded man was a beautiful woman with dull blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was laying down on a bench in the small house, blanket covering her and her dress. A large numb on her stomach indicated an already far progressed pregnancy.

"Ah..." Rudolph twitched nervously, a few strands of hair falling off his face from where the knife had grazed him.

"Sandwich. Now." Martha growled out.

"Yes Dear." Rudolph moved from the door, picking up the deer caucus as to keep from dragging blood all over the floor. The bearded man was halfway to the counter to prepare his wife a sandwich, as she asked, when Martha stopped him.

"Rudolph..." She started, a dangerous undertone in her voice.

"Ah, yes?"

"...Is that a child?"

"Ah." Rudolph glanced down at his arms. The baby Luke was nodding off, a lot of things happening lately had tuckered the little boy out. Honestly, the child was acting really well behaved and Rudolph had forgotten about him for a short while. Rudolph looked back up to his wife and gave a count nod.

"Yes. Yes it is."

"...Why?" Martha asked, voice filled with exasperation. Rudolph chuckled nervously.

"Ah, well, I thought our own baby would need a good friend while growing up. Don't want them to be lonely after all."

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"Rudolph." Glaring blue eyes increased in intensity.

"...Yes..?"

"I don't know if I should gut you or kiss you."

"I, uh, would like the kiss." Pale blue stared into brighter blue, a look of helpfulness in the pale and an exasperated love in the brighter eyes.

"Ah, get over her you loveable idiot."

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