Dandelion

Hello! How are you all doing? Back at 2021 April, I posted Dandelion, the very first fic I've write to SnK/AoT fandom.

Almost 2 years later I could finally work on a new translation to this oneshot. I hope you like this story. :)
Around the time I was writing this story, I found at twitter a FarmHisu fanart that inspire me even more! You can check out @artGray93 work, and show some love to the artist! !! AND PLEASE !! NO SHIP HATE !!

If you're new here, thank you so much for your interest! ♡ This story narrates some passages in Historia's life and her relationship of convenience with the NPC farmer she found lol have fun!

I know how it sounds, but believe me, isn't a joke. I'm here just having fun, not MAKING FUN about no one or any ship. I know our fandom still struggle on ship war, and my idea was just write what could be happened while Historia was living so far away her friends, forced to isolate herself. Probably this whole story is 98% OOC haha I couldn't help, I just look at them and the story we **DON'T HAVE!!** aaand then decided to write something. Here's a headcanon in its purest.

Even so, the ideas keep comming and then I was like WHY NOT and here we are, just a oneshot to give Historia's family some love :'D Like her unnamed husband and unnamed daughter. Here, they will have a name >:( You can go first, Oliver, aka, Farmer-Kun.

Anyway, It took me a while to plot this story and it ended up being a favorite one. If you like it in the end, I would love know your opinion. Since now, thank you so much for your attention! Have you all a great read!

!! ONE MORE THING !! The plot was based in my own headcanon that Historia is bisexual. So if you don't like this headcanon, that's alright!! You can skip this fanfic, please, don't read anything that make you feeling bad, okay? ♡ But don't need to be mean with me okay? :'D

And, of course, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan belongs to Hajime Isayama. This fiction is a fan work only.

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Dandelion

It was all quite strange, if he could say. It felt like a dream, where everything was a blurred image, the sounds were distant and the people around were moving slowly, almost ethereally. But no, it was all real, every person at that table he didn't know, every dish and fine wine he didn't dare taste. Because this was a party, and even though it was his wedding, somehow it wasn't either. It was as if he had walked in uninvited and stayed just because if he left the table now, everyone would know. Everyone would see. Everyone would see him and think the same thing he was thinking at that moment: Oliver shouldn't be there.

"Now, now, Historia, if you keep drink that much you gonna be sick," one of her friends-one of the queen's friends -tried to warn, but Historia responded with an adorable giggle, her flushed cheeks making the blue in her eyes even brighter.

Oliver thought maybe he should say something, but he could only stare down to his hands, rough hands touching the linen of his pants and all, new clothes made just for him, for his wedding. Maybe in a better scenario he could agree with the kind servant who praised him by saying how fine he looked, worthy of Her Majesty. Oliver felt his heart flutter nervously as he touched his straw-colored hair with trembling hands, trying to avoid his thoughts. Damn, he really missed his cap.

Beside him, Historia was the true beauty, dressed in a pale pink dress with white gardenias adorning her braided hair. She reminded him of someone who also loved that color.