LSD - ereminxreader

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑

i drove all the way to the lighthouse. the small and desolate place. my favorite. when the tides collapsed, it was music to my ears. 

the sea permeates the air, and i grab the vodka bottle out of the back, tipping my head and looking up at the lighthouse.

i want to fix the light, my mind says. 

i open the windows to the kitchen and the familiar dust touched my martens. and it smells like cigarettes. 

is there someone over? no one comes here. this belongs to dad and he bought it when he bought the land nearby for a new house for me and princess. 

i told him she probably has plans for moving back and he had said just in case. honestly, he loves my princess so much. 

i only hope that boy doesn't hurt her. 

i set the glass bottle down slowly, and head outside. i climb the stairs all the way up and i can see blonde hair. i fucking hate blonde hair. 

i hate it so much i can't even stand it. 

seems like a traitor would have blonde hair. 

i silently approach her, her hands near her pink lips, the smoke out of the cigarettes traveling with the wind, becoming one with the ocean.  

she doesn't flinch when i nearly push her out into the waves and she looks back with the most soulless eyes i had ever seen.  

"my name is historia and i'm bisexual, what about you?" i nearly laugh. who introduces themselves like that? was she trying to hint to me that she was gay? maybe she wanted to hook up. 

"this is my place."

"sorry, i would see this place from my apartment i always wanted to visit."

the moonlight hit her face. and i couldn't take my eyes off of her. beauty becomes her. 

i'm thinking of her in a split second and it's too much and it's disgusting. "ymir," i say trying to collect myself. "have i told you how ugly you are?"

"no, tell me," she says throwing her cig into the waters. 

i wait for a moment. "i can't" 

i give up. she's the most beautiful creature i have seen and under the moon, dhe's fucking ethereal. 

"can you push me?" she says and im startled. 

"what?"

"i can't live anymore," she says and i can hear everything she has been through in her voice. 

"my dad hates me liking girls, i would choose if i could," she says and i want to kiss her. 

i wonder if mom would be like that. then i don't know what i'd do. 

"me too, i would choose if i could too," i say. i don't know why but i feel like im breathing clearer when i'm with her. i can see better, and i can hear the waves so clearly.  

"ymir," she says and it sounds like she's praying. like she's worshipping me. "will you push me?"

"i can't, you have nice tits." 

she laughs for the first time. and i want her to call my name again. "you're more than what you seem to be." i say after tucking some lost locks of hair out of her forehead. the wind still blows. 

"you can't stop swimming now historia, you've reached the shore," i say before pulling in closer. i plant a soft kiss on her lips. she smells so fucking good. 

even in this wind. even in this salty air, she tastes sweet. 

and my skips a beat when she kisses me back. my lips wet with her tears, as she pulls back. "i'm going to kill you with my needs," she says and i nod. 

"i like my toast in a specific way." i nod. 

"i'll never share my pancakes with you, and i snore a lot." i nod again. i could listen to her for a million years. 

"i also plan on painting our house pink," and i nod again. how did we connect in split seconds? 

"i have bad moods on sundays," she finishes and i nod again.

"why can't everyone be like you ymir, lift me up in one second? make my life seems like something no one else deserves but you."

"i can be enough of your world that it feels like everyone is," she smiles again. 

my lips closed over hers. she kissed me back. gentle at first, then not at all gentle. feral like a beast. 

kissing her felt like fire. she wasn't soft and sweet like i thought. i didn't need soft and sweet this is what i need. 

her. 

she wasn't mine to take, but i'm taking her nevertheless. 

"you're gonna be my everything," she says and i nod. 

"by the way, i think that's my jacket you're wearing?" weird it's my custom-made jacket, why is it in her hands?

historia pauses for a second in my hold, i still don't let go of her. "huh?"

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the night, before ymir found out you spent the night with armin