♡︎𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺♡︎

Ymir x Historia: A Queen's Consort

A/N: I fumbled with the logistics here but let's all pretend Ymir didn't have to leave in season 2 and she saw Historia's coronation.  

Admiring, brown eyes watch as Historia heads through the room, a soft, sweet smile blossoming on her face when the two make eye-contact. She hadn't shown any emotion as the crown touched her head, yet Ymir could tell, plain and simple, she couldn't be any happier to see everyone in the walls watching her with pride.

Ymir waits for her in the hallway, standing beside a bright window that leaks calm light into the whole building. She's dressed in a formal green suit made for respected scouts, fitting well with her trademarked smirk and arms crosses over her chest in admiration.

"Ymir," says Historia as she approaches her. Her voice is gentle and soft, eyes presenting a sense of wonder when they catch her's. "Did you see me?"

"Yes, I saw the show, thought I'd wait here to see you when you left," she replies nonchalantly. Ymir scans the blonde woman's get-up; a tall white dress, red robe and one shiny crown that catches the light from the window majestically. She looks elegant and wise, nothing like the solider who took down titans on a battlefield. "Queen Historia," she adds.

Historia seems both surprised and appreciated hearing Ymir use the formal title. "I guess everything will change for now on, huh?"

"Don't say that," Ymir says, a perfect smile matching her newly kind eyes. "Though, you do look different, more graceful."

Historia shrugs, Ymir can't exactly tell in this moment if she took that as a compliment like she wanted it to be.

The brunette continues, "so, how do you feel?"

"Amazing," she smiles back, her eyes wide with pride. "I'm a queen now."

"Yeah you are," she smirks. She bends down in an sarcastic, over-the-top way to give exaggerated respect. "And I am just your humble servant."

"Servant?" Historia giggles, her short frame for once standing taller than her.

"Oh, you don't want that?"

"I prefer you as my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend eh?" Ymir repeats gladly as she stands back up straight. "That's a title I can be proud of."

Ymir has become used to the woman becoming quiet and flustered when she'd flirt but now, the bashful Christa of the past has become a completely different person; bold and daring. It gives her genuine pride seeing such a development, especially since she was the person to help her open up just that bit more.

She continues, putting extra emphasis on her last name in a sense of sly sarcasm, "so then, what are your plans Ms Reiss, our loyal queen of the walls?"

"For the future?" asks Historia. "Be a loyal ruler, speak up for the people without a voice, take care of the kids who need it."

"You'll make a great queen."

As she says that line, Ymir's voice, for once, doesn't involve a single hint of irony. Such an inflection is new to her girlfriend, who, though usually would smile and shrug such a statement off, shares with her a warm grin. Pride mirrors pride, forming the sight of two people entranced by each other.

Historia takes a sly tone of her own as she nonchalantly mentions something she knows Ymir will adore, "and we'll have a royal wedding."

The sentiment affects the brunette exactly in the way she has expected, as Ymir gives her a dazed expression, surprise and wonder behind brown eyes. A grin settles on her face shortly after.

"Now you're speaking my language. We're going to rule to walls, eh?"

"It'll be great."

Ymir pauses for a second before adding slyly, "you know, I think your royal consort should take you away in a royal way."

Historia looks confused when Ymir makes her move. She bends down quickly and brings her arms around the queen, being extra careful to support her, and picks her up in her arms bridal-style. A move regarded for newlyweds and those hopelessly in love. Locking eyes with Historia, she gazes upon the surprised, yet joyous expression.

She giggles helplessly, "Ymir!"

"Yes, I have to admit," the latter woman remarks, her eyes locked onto her like she is the only person who matters. "You look beautiful like this."