♡︎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 hers. "Did you see me?"

"Yes, I saw the show. Thought I'd wait here to see you when you left."

Ymir scans the blonde woman's get-up - a tall white dress, red robe, and a shiny crown that catches the light from the window. It's truly an outfit fit for a queen. Comparing this version of Miss Historia Reiss to the soldier who took down titans on a battlefield is like night and day. She has never looked so regal. So impressive. 

"Queen Historia," the title slips Ymir's tongue, punctured with a proud smile. 

Her eyebrows prick up. "Ah... I guess everything will change now, won't it?"

"Yeah, it probably will."

The blonde's eyes dart away, hidden beneath the artificial lashes those inner-wall higher-ups stuck to her face. She bats them, looking sad. Looking... concerned. 

"...But that doesn't mean I'm not going to push you around the barracks anymore."

Her head turns back, until her eyes hold Ymir's once again. "Really?"

"Of course. Whether you're some high-class royalty or a street rat, you're still a reckless little know-it-all. I won't let you forget that."

"Oh, really? Even when I have guards at my side at all times?"

"I'd knock those guards on their asses, sweetie."

"I should take you as a guard."

"That's not a bad idea. After all, you're an elegant queen." She bends down in an sarcastic, over-the-top way to give her 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." 

That pretty little title laces Historia's tongue. It tastes sweet on her lips, and it's just as sweet when it hits Ymir. Girlfriend. Did she really just say that? The dark-haired woman can't help but wear a surprised smile.

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

She'd become used to the woman becoming quiet and flustered when she'd flirt, but now, it seems that the bashful Christa of the past had completely been erased. In her shoes was the person Historia Reiss was born to be. A bold, elegant, and truly fearless individual.

"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."

Historia takes a sly tone of her own as she 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, aren't we?"

"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."