#yumihisu modern au

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YumiHisu // Modern setting // Band AU

"Historia 'the Queen' Reiss comes out!"

The front-page headline of the Trost Times Valentine's Day issue hit her fans like a punch. After years avoiding the subject of her love life, hiding from paparazzi, dodging nosy journalists, the famous Paradis Devils lead singer finally announced that she was in love. With a girl.

The band was formed in high school by Eren Jaeger & his friends Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer & Marco Bodt. After a few disappointing concerts in seedy bars around Shiganshina, the group decided to find a female singer to boost their audience.

Historia Reiss was not only the Maria High School goddess, but she sang like an angel. The boys convinced her to be their new singer & their muse. Her looks, her voice, her charisma quickly drew a crazy amount of new admirers, worshippers driven insane by the slightest appearances of their revered 'Queen'.

From this moment on, the Paradis Devils soon became one of the most popular bands on the island, following No Name close in the charts. They played sold-out dates all around the country & beyond the walls.

Inevitably, paparazzi started to hunt them down. Their fans became more & more passionate about their private lives, discussing theories on social media. Their chemistry on stage was so obvious that most fans thought Eren & 'the Queen' were a couple, which none of them confirmed or denied, rather playing with the ambiguity of their relationship every time they were seen in public.

When Marco quit the band, he was replaced by the Titans' former drummer Ymir.

Saying that Historia & Ymir's first interactions didn't go well is an understatement. Too used to being worshipped, 'the Queen' obviously couldn't stand the other girl's stand-offish, quizzical demeanour.

In spite of all her sugar-coated words & outgoing behaviour, Historia couldn't wipe the infuriating smirk off Ymir's face. Not to mention the way she looked at her, a look that bore into her very soul, as if she knew about the dark truth behind the happy mask.

Ymir's aloof personality, her cynical take on life, her whole behaviour was an intriguing, appealing mystery to the young singer. Not being able to wrap the freckled girl around her little finger pissed Historia off more than she would admit, thus increasing her interest in the musician.

The band was now more famous than ever. Being on tour most of the time, living close together, away from family or loved ones, tensions rose between them all. Fame was taking a toll on the band. As the Paradis Devils' figurehead, Historia was deeply affected by the pressure of stardom & isolated herself more & more everyday, locked in her hotel room or wandering the streets at night, slowly sliding into sadness.

One night, after an exhausting concert abroad, loneliness hit Historia hard. As the others loudly enjoyed an afterparty with a few friends by the pool, she was sitting alone on a remote bench, hoping the starry sky, the chirping of crickets or the rose garden scent would help her forget the void she felt inside.

She startled to the tinkling noise next to her. Against all odds, Ymir had left the party with a bottle of champagne & two crystal glasses to join her. As the night & the conversation between the girls went on, Historia was amazed by how deeply Ymir understood her inner turmoils & how kind she could be. For the first time in her life, Historia forgot her loneliness & felt alive, finally.

In the dead of night, here in the quiet, secluded garden, they shared their first kiss under the stars.

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Requested by: Anon 🌹

A/N: English is not my usual language // Click on the moodboard for better quality

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How could I go through pride month without drawing my precious lesbians~💖🎀🧡

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As promised...

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Reibert ver.

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Hi is it possible for you to write platonic reihisu and beruyumi. Some ideas about how Reibert and Yumikuri would go on a double date thanks to their platonic friendship.

absolutely :)

Love's Just a Game

ReiBert. YumiKuri. Modern AU. Platonic!ReiHisu. Platonic!BeruYumi. 5015 words. Read on AO3!

When Reiner walks into the tea parlor, Historia is waiting for him at a table. She’s already ordered the perfect spread for today’s afternoon tea: Darjeeling tea in pink porcelain teacups, smoked salmon sandwiches, English scones stuffed with clotted cream and strawberry jam, and a plethora of freshly baked pastries. Historia looks like the picture of perfection sitting there in her smart periwinkle ensemble made of a fitted blazer and a peplum skirt. Her hair is done up in a neat French twist, not a single hair out of place. She smiles when she sees Reiner walking towards her, raising her hand to give him a princess wave. He scowls back at her in lieu of a greeting.  

Reiner takes a seat across from Historia, slouching in his seat instead of trying to keep up with appearances. He’s not dressed as a slob, of course. He’s in his salmon button down, a few buttons tastefully undone, and pressed, white trousers, but it’s hard competing with someone who resembles an actual Disney princess.  

“Aw, Reiner, why the long face?” Historia asks. She lifts her cup to her mouth, but it does little to hide the smug smile on her lips. After setting her cup back on a saucer, she delicately pats her mouth with the cloth napkin on her lap. She’s somehow mastered the technique of wiping her mouth without smudging her lipstick.  

“Don’t pretend you don’t know why, Reiss,” Reiner says, his voice gruff. His eyes scan past the colorful plates of food presented to them on the table. Normally, he would scarf them down easily and have a cordial conversation with Historia, but the time for congeniality is over. His eyes narrow as he looks at Historia, gaze fixed on the golden spectacles dangling from Historia’s neck. “I see you have your bragging glasses out.”  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would never do anything so vulgar,” Historia replies, but her smirk says she knows exactly what Reiner’s talking about. As if to irritate him further, Historia lifts the glasses from around her neck and balances them on her nose before taking out a notebook and flipping it open to where it’s bookmarked. “Would you like to see this week’s tally?”  

“I don’t need to see this week’s tally,” Reiner replies. He has a similar notebook back in his apartment that tracks the same thing. He knows exactly what Historia is talking about, but even thinking about the latest tally fills him with embarrassment. “Your lead is only temporary, so enjoy it while it lasts.”  

“Are you sure about it? I’ve been in the lead for quite some time, but it’s nice that you’re not discouraged,” Historia says. She turns the notebook over so that Reiner can read the page.  

Reiner doesn’t want to read the page, but it’s hard not to miss the words written in perfect cursive on top of the page: Best Girlfriend/Boyfriend Ever. Underneath the title, there are two columns. One column has Historia’s name while the other column has Reiner’s name on top. There are tallies underneath both of their names, but Historia’s tallies outnumber Reiner’s by at least three. He scowls at the sight of it just as he has scowled at it every night before bed when reading his own notebook. 

“Do you want me to throw you a party or something?” Reiner sniffs.  

“Not at all, but maybe you could try arranging better dates. I bet Bertholdt would also appreciate our double dates more if his boyfriend didn’t plan hikes that involved everyone getting stung by wasps,” Historia smirks. She takes off her glasses, letting them dangle around her neck once more. She turns her attention to the sandwiches and picks one up delicately between her fingers. “Oh, and if you can pay lunch today, that would be great.”  

Reiner rolls his eyes. He’s been paying for their lunches for the past few weeks. It’s customary for the person with less tallies to pay for their afternoon teas. Reiner doesn’t mind much, but he’s not sure how longer he can stand this losing streak. It’s less about money and more about pride. It’s also about planning dates that don’t result in having to slather his boyfriend’s body in cortisone cream every night for a week, although Bertholdt will say that it was an unconventional but invaluable bonding experience between the two of them.  

“I hardly think that it was the worst double date we’ve ever had,” Reiner huffs. He tries to recall other disastrous dates they’ve shared with their partners. Although he usually only remembers his with shame, he does recall a handful of times where the disaster dates were planned by Historia. “What about when you flew us to France for a week and it rained the whole time? We were drenched by the time we got to our hotel. Ymir had a cold that lasted for two weeks, and we were holed up in the hotel the entire time!” 

“At least it was a nice hotel,” Historia snaps. Her lower lip sticks out in a childish pout, and she leaves her sandwich abandoned on her plate. “They had so many pillows and blankets. Maybe the trip didn’t go as intended, but you can’t argue the success of Pillow Town.”  

Reiner snorts at the mention of Pillow Town, the name that Ymir had given her massive pillow fort. Its construction took up nearly the entire room. When Reiner asked where the couple had slept in their hotel room, Historia confessed that she didn’t know where it was because of the mountain of pillows covering everything and had eventually given up ever trying to find it, choosing to sleep on a small mound of pillows instead. “It wasn’t successful enough to earn you a tally.”  

“Just like how rail biking couldn’t earn you a tally?” Historia retorts. She’s referring to a rail bike trip that Reiner had booked for them and their partners. It was advertised as a fun, scenic activity for couples and friends. It was actually torture, and everyone except Ymir suffered a massive sunburn. Reiner couldn’t feel his arms for a week, and he’s sure that the muscle soreness was much worse for his other friends who didn’t have as rigorous gym routines.  

“Yeah, or how you tried to make pasta and got the flour ratio all wrong?” Reiner replies. He’s alluding to a homemade dinner he and Historia had attempted. Everything was going well until Historia lost count of how many cups of flour they were supposed to use and added too much, resulting in dough that just wouldn’t come together. She had attempted to even it out by adding more eggs but that somehow made things worse because she couldn’t decide how much was enough and added too much. It was an endless cycle of more flour and then more eggs until they were up to their elbows in unworkable pasta dough. They ended up ordering sushi and abstained from eating pasta for a whole month after that. 

“What about the time you took us to a pottery class and knocked into a shelf, shattering everyone’s mugs?” Historia snaps, speaking about a time where Reiner had destroyed not only his friend’s pottery but a week’s worth of pottery from other students that had come to take the pottery class. (Reiner still argues that it wasn’t completely his fault and that the studio should have bolted down that shelf if they didn’t want accidents like that to happen.) 

They could go on and on, throwing worst-date stories at each other until they’re blue in the face, but a waitress interrupts them.  

“You took look absolutely lovely together,” the waitress says with a polite smile on her face. From her pleasant tone and oblivious expression, she has no idea that the two are in the middle of an argument. “Can I say it’s just a pleasure to be serve such a wonderful couple each week?”  

Historia and Reiner exchange looks with each other before bursting out into laughter.  

“I would never date this man in a million years,” Historia says at the same time Reiner tells the waitress, “I’m gay.”  

“O-oh,” the waitress says, shrinking back in embarrassment.  

“I think we’ll take the check now,” Reiner informs the waitress, who shuffles off immediately.  

“You haven’t eaten anything,” Historia points out.  

“You can have all of it,” Reiner says with a wave of his hand. “I’m not hungry. I’ll save my appetite for this next date, which I will plan perfectly. I’m going to fucking devour you, Historia, and I’m not going to leave any crumbs.”  

Historia smirks. “I highly doubt it, but good luck.”  

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Ymir and Bertholdt are seated next to each other as they watch Historia and Reiner play Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. Historia has chosen to play as Sheik while Reiner plays as R.O.B. Ymir and Bertholdt were eliminated long ago, but Historia and Reiner are still in the game with only one life left each. It amuses both Ymir and Bertholdt how invested their partners are in the video game, choosing to stand as they mash the buttons on their switch remotes and yell expletives at each other until their throats are hoarse.  

“Who are you betting on?” Ymir asks Bertholdt, nudging him with her foot.  

“Reiner, of course,” Bertholdt says with a furrowed brow, his expression asking Ymir would ask him when there was only one obvious answer.  

“Oh, Bertholdt, ever so faithful,” Ymir hums admirably. She turns her attention back to the screen where R.O.B is shooting laser beams at Sheik with his robot eyes. “You got it, babe! Kick his ass!” 

Historia responds with a slew of curses. Bertholdt flinches at the colorful language, but it only makes Ymir throw her head back and howl with laughter.  

“Sometimes watching people play videogames is more fun than playing them yourself,” Ymir says, stretching her arm against the back of the couch and grinning over at Bertholdt who has never looked more stressed out in his life. “Well, at least for some people. It’s always so funny seeing Historia curse. You know she doesn’t even swear this much when we -”  

“Fuck!” Historia shouts as R.O.B. knocks Sheik off the screen and the character victory screen for the robot appears. Sheik is slumped down in the background alongside Ymir’s and Bertholdt’s characters, Wario and Kirby. Historia whirls around angrily and glares up at a smug Reiner, her switch controller dangling from her wrist. She points a finger at him. “I want a rematch!”  

“Why, so you can lose again?” Reiner snickers. 

“So I can beat your dumb, robot ass!” Historia says. She’s red-faced and her hair is disarray, a look of vengeance glimmers in her eye, but she’s hardly threatening at 4’9”.  

“Come on, Historia,” Ymir says, standing up from the couch to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. She smothers a few kisses against Historia’s neck and gently undoes the controller strap around Historia’s wrist. “Let’s have a few more drinks and calm down a bit, and then you can go back and kick Reiner’s stupid butt.”  

“Your strongest vodka, please,” Historia hiccups as Ymir leads her to the minibar for another drink. Historia stumbles behind her girlfriend drunkenly, wobbling with every step. 

“I’ll make you a vodka soda,” Ymir tells her before uncapping the vodka bottle and opening a can of Sprite with a hiss.  

“Surely, a drink is the exact opposite of what Historia needs,” Bertholdt says. He’s had a few drinks himself, but it always takes more than a few to get him drunk due to his large frame.  

“Normally, I would agree with you, Bertl, but today’s activities include getting drunk out of our minds and playing videogames, so a few more drinks can’t hurt,” Reiner says with a lazy smile. He picks up Bertholdt’s half-finished drink, a watered-down gin and tonic, and downs the rest of it.  

“I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s like 99 percent soda anyway,” Ymir assures Bertholdt in a stage whisper. Her voice is loud enough for Historia to hear, but the blonde waif is too drunk and busy downing her drink to pay attention.  

Historia downs the drink in one big gulp, finishing it off with a large gasp. She doesn’t seem to notice that the soda-to-alcohol ratio is off. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. With a drunken finger, she points to where Reiner is (or at least where she thinks Reiner is).  

“Rematch, asshole! I’m going to eat you alive!” Historia bellows, words slurring. Ymir gently guides Historia’s finger away from Bertholdt and towards Reiner.  

A rematch hardly seems fair considering Historia can no longer distinguish her friends from each other, but Reiner picks up his controller with a chuckle. “Be prepared to lose again, Reiss.”  

As they start a new match, Bertholdt can only watch with his head shaking in wonder. “It’s really difficult to believe they were friends before this,” he murmurs as Historia’s character (this time Princess Peach) drifts off the screen because Historia has confused the Toadstool Princess with Diddy Kong.  

“A love like theirs is not something we mortals can understand,” Ymir says. She takes a swig from her bottle of beer and smacks her lips, relishing the taste. She once again takes a seat on the couch and smiles as Historia loses once more. “But, damn, if it isn’t entertaining.”  

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The four friends lounge on the sofa and chaises in Historia and Ymir’s living room apartment. They’re decked out in their pajamas — Historia in silken pajamas while the others wear random t-shirts they got years ago from college events and plaid pajama pants — with fluffy robes thrown over. All of them have mud masks plastered on their faces, some of them applied more carefully than others. In the background, soothing whale songs play on the Bluetooth speakers. Candles are lit around the room, filling the apartment with the soothing aroma of lavender and sandalwood.  

“I think this is the most relaxed I’ve felt in a long time,” Bertholdt murmurs with his eyes closed. His lips hardly move when he speaks so as to not disturb his mud mask even though it’s already dry. He wiggles his toes contentedly in his fluffy slippers.  

“Where did you get this playlist?” Reiner asks Historia curiously. She doesn’t typically listen to whale songs. Her road trip playlists typically consist of classical music (she favors the work of classical composers such as Hadyn, Mozart, and Beethoven) or indie pop music if she wants to put on something that’s friendlier to the general public. 

“I spent last week curating it after I decided we would have a spa day date,” Historia replies. “I don’t half-ass my date ideas, Reiner. I put the utmost care into planning every detail to make sure everything goes accordingly.”  

“Of course, you do,” Reiner mutters. She’s always been like this, planning for every detail while also making sure to plan for alternative cases in the event she ran into obstacles and her original plan couldn’t be followed. It would be admirable if she weren’t using her powers for evil (I.e., outdoing him at planning dates and making him look bad in front of Bertholdt).  

“I’ll send you the playlist after this since you like it so much,” Historia says, her voice saccharine sweet.  

“Great, thanks,” Reiner says flatly without an ounce of sincerity in his voice.  

Ymir’s legs are spread widely as she relaxes in the recliner. Her mud mask is the messiest out of the four. She hadn’t taken much care when she was applying it. She has clumps all over her face and had applied it not only on her face but her neck as well. She had gotten some of the mud mask on the collar of her fluffy robe too, but she looks rather pleased with herself anyway.  

“I’ve never really been one for self-care, but I feel like I’m in my element this time,” Ymir says.  

“Your element being mud?” Bertholdt snorts. “What are you, an ogre?”  

“Aye, I’m an ogre! Arrr!” Ymir growls in her best impression of the beloved 2001 animated ogre Shrek. She raises her hands in a threatening pose, but it only makes her look ridiculous when her hair is tied so messily and mud is smeared across her face. The group of friends can’t help but burst into laughter at the sight of her. Ymir pretends to be offended, but even she is stifling a smile. “You laugh when you should be frightened. Do not forget that I have the upper hand now that you three have dared step foot in my swamp!” 

“You’re the least threatening ogre I’ve ever seen, although you might be in the running for ugliest,” Reiner snickers.  

“I think you mean the cutest ogre ever,” Historia says, and Ymir sits up straight with a pleased smile on her face. 

“Aye, thank you, princess. I think you are beautiful as well. How about we kiss and have our happily ever after?” Ymir asks, but her Shrek impression has evolved into an awful Scottish accent. She pulls the most hideous expression she can before leaning over to Historia and pressing kisses against Historia’s cheeks. Ymir ignores Historia’s giggled protests and the fact that she’s getting mud on her lips, only stopping once she’s satisfactorily smothered Historia’s face with kisses. 

“Ugh, you’re such a mess,” Historia says, but she smiles as she plucks tissues from a nearby tissue box to lovingly dab away mud from Ymir’s lips.  

Bertholdt looks over with an amused expression. “How sweet. I guess it is true that Ogres and onions are unexpectedly sweet.”  

“Excuse you,” Ymir sniffs. “Ogres and onions are similar in that we are both very complexly layered. Do we need to have another Shrek movie marathon or would you rather I recite the script for all four films to you in their entirety?”  

“Can I choose neither?” Bertholdt asks. They’ve all been through both scenarios before and while it is amusing, it’s also rather time consuming.  

“I am also a complexly layered being,” Reiner says, still stuck on the previous conversation. He reaches over and tugs on the elbow of Bertholdt’s robe, a childish habit he adopts whenever he’s trying to capture his boyfriend’s attention. He has a devilish smile on his face as he rises from his seat to bracket Bertholdt against the couch with his arms. “Watch me.”  

Ymir and Historia laugh in delighted amusement as Reiner proceeds to kiss Bertholdt in the same reckless manner that Ymir had kissed Historia while Bertholdt yelps in surprise. 

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All four friends are currently at an antique shop trying to find the weirdest thing they can find. Reiner has a mountain of items filling his basket, deciding that he can pick one at random and still win this competition or at least place second. Bertholdt is trying to decide between two strange things: a weird Frankenstein stuffed animal made up of parts of various other stuffed animals that aren’t even the same species or a hideous Nicolas Cage sequin pillow. If you flip the sequins on the Nicholas Cage pillow, it’s an even more zoomed in version of the same photo. Ymir is very convinced that she’s already chosen the best item, a T-Rex head wall mount that she had spotted from across the store when they had first walked in. She had zoomed through aisles of second-hand clothes and odd knickknacks and plucked the wall mount from the hook it was hanging from. She hadn’t bothered to look for anything else because she was so assured that victory was in her hands. Reiner also thinks that it's highly likely Ymir is going to purchase the T-Rex regardless of whether she wins or not even though purchasing the item is not a requirement for this competition. Out of the group of friends, it seems that only Historia is struggling to find an item for the game.  

Despite the plethora of odd novelty items at their disposal, anything completely out of the ordinary seems to elude Historia. At best, she can find the most mundane items. At worst, she finds things that are strange but quite impressive, like the glass egg cuber that Reiner is considering buying to make his salads more interesting.  

“Are you trying to lose on purpose because it seems like you’re trying to lose on purpose,” Reiner snickers as he sees Historia looking at a shelf of perfectly cute salt and pepper shakers. 

“Shut up,” Historia grumbles. She reaches towards the back of the shelf only to pluck out a pair of ceramic shakers shaped like birds. They look absolutely adorable, but Historia throws her head back and groans when she sees them before placing them back grumpily. She continues to scour more shelves, an angry pout on her face.  

Bertholdt follows behind, inspecting the shelf that Historia had just abandoned. He spots the shakers that Historia had looked at and admires them. “You’re really good at picking things out, Historia. If we were having a competition to find the most amazing thing at a thrift store, I bet you’d win.”  

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Historia frowns. “It’s not working.”  

Ymir appears behind Historia with the T-Rex head tucked underneath her arm. She reaches out to give her girlfriend a comforting massage against her shoulder blades. “You just have a talent you can’t ignore, Historia, and it’s a good thing you do. Don’t think of it as a bad thing. Think about how cute our apartment looks. Remember how you wouldn’t let me pick out stuff for our place unsupervised? You don’t know how grateful I am for that. It looks so amazing thanks to your eye for décor. In fact, I think having a T-Rex head mounted over our dining table would pull everything together and bring out all the subtle gold accents of the wallpaper you selected.”  

Historia is too busy scouring the aisles to listen properly and just mumbles in agreement. Ymir mouths, “Yes!” excitedly and pumps her fist in victory. Historia will probably come to regret not paying more attention to her girlfriend.  

“I guess you’re just cursed with good taste,” Reiner snickers. “Who knew it would cripple you at such a pivotal moment?”  

“Stop rushing me. The game isn’t even over yet,” Historia snaps. She rifles through the contents of the current shelf before giving up and heading towards the clothing section. She scans the rack with an expert eye, spending less than five seconds on each rack before moving onto the next one. She stops by the jeans section, but Reiner has already been there before, and he hadn’t seen anything odd in the rows and rows of denim when he had inspected them, so it surprises him when Historia pulls out a pair with a triumphant expression on her face. “I got it!”  

Her friends crowded around her, confused. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary with the jeans that she holds up, at least not from the front. They all squint, looking up the denim up and down to see if there is something that they perhaps missed but they still fail to see why Historia is so convinced that these jeans will lead her to the path of victory. 

“What is it?” Ymir finally asks. 

“Assless pants.” Historia doesn’t elaborate. She only holds the jeans out further to them, but it still isn’t clear what she’s talking about.  

The three are speechless with surprise, unsure if they have heard her correctly. 

“Assless pants?” Reiner repeats. 

“As in the fabric was worn down at the seat and they were given away or -” Bertholdt begins to ask, but Historia interrupts him.  

“They don’t have an ass,” she says, and proceeds to turn over the pants so that her friends can finally see the back side. 

A look at the back of the jeans does reveal that they indeed do not have an ass. Where there should be denim covering the backside, are two pieces of plastic covering the ass cheeks to ensure that the wearer’s rump will be in full view. Why anyone would ever make jeans like these is anyone’s guess. 

Historia gestures for Ymir to follow her with the T-Rex head before confidently walking towards the cash register. She tosses her head back to tell her friends, “I think we can agree that I’ve won this challenge. Let’s check out our items and have a little celebratory dinner. Reiner is paying.”  

Historia’s victory is indisputable, but Reiner is still confused as to why she’s purchasing the pants. 

“For you to wear, of course,” Historia replies when Reiner asks. There’s a smug smirk on her lips. “I’m buying it as a consolation prize to you, the loser.” 

“Fine, I’ll do it gladly because my ass looks amazing,” Reiner says through gritted teeth.  

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Reiner and Historia bump into each other in front of their tea shop. They smile at each other icily and race to open the door for the other, insisting that the other person goes first. After fighting in front of the tea shop for a few minutes, the two of them end up squishing through the front doors together, elbowing each other as they make their way through. They continue to bicker as they make their way to their usual table, but their steps falter when they realize that there are two unexpected guests seated at their usual spot. Bertholdt sits fussing with the cloth napkin in his lap, looking down because he’s unable to look them in the eye. Ymir, however, looks as if she was expecting them and gestures for Reiner and Historia to take their seats across from them.  

“What are you two doing here together?” Reiner asks. Ymir and Bertholdt also have their own platonic play dates without Historia and Reiner, but they tend to enjoy different activities like playing videogames and reading manga. “I thought afternoon tea wasn’t your thing.”  

Ymir shrugs, popping a finger sandwich in her mouth. She doesn’t even finish chewing before speaking. “It’s not, but we wanted to talk with you two. We’re having an intervention.”  

Reiner and Historia exchange glances. 

“What for? We haven’t done anything,” Historia says.  

Bertholdt twists the napkin in his lap, still unable to look up. He mumbles as he speaks. He’s never liked conflict. “We’ve become aware that arranging double dates has become something of a competition between you two and we’re worried that it’s destroying your relationship.”  

Reiner and Historia protest and insist that that’s not the case, but it’s clear from their guilty expressions that they are aware of what Ymir and Bertholdt are referring to.  

“Okay, we’re competing to see who’s the better romantic partner by throwing fabulous double dates. Is that a crime?” Reiner says, throwing his hands up in defeat over being found out.  

“No, but we’re worried it’s bringing you more pain than pleasure,” Ymir says. As she speaks, she continues to pluck various food items from the afternoon tea spread in front of them and pop them in her mouth. Seeing as Bertholdt is too anxious to eat, it must be Ymir who has devoured the majority of the meal on the table.  

“I assure you that’s not the case,” Reiner tells Ymir. “It brings me so much pleasure. Every week, I look forward to destroying Historia in the art of romance. It gives me almost as much pleasure as making love to Bertholdt, the love of my life.”  

Bertholdt looks absolutely mortified. He buries his face in his hands, but they aren’t large enough to cover his scarlet ears.  

“Okay, but you two do know that this shouldn’t be a game, right?” Ymir asks. Other patrons had looked over in shock at Reiner’s words, some even covering their children’s ears, but Ymir is unfazed by her friend’s crudeness. “We’re all just dating, having fun, falling deeper in love with our significant others. And love isn’t a game, right?”  

Historia and Reiner nod. Both of their faces have become incredibly serious. 

“No, you’re absolutely right. Love isn’t a game,” Historia agrees. She reaches over to hold one of Ymir’s hands, ignoring the crumbs all over her girlfriend’s fingers. “But if it were, and I’m only saying this hypothetically, then wouldn’t you agree that I would be absolutely winning?”  

“What? No, you wouldn’t!” Reiner squawks, turning toward Historia indignantly. “My weird antique shopping date was infinitely better than your spa day. I even wore those weird assless pants for you. You could tell that story to people over dinner ten times over and they still wouldn’t get tired of it.”  

Historia snorts. She tosses her hair over her shoulder with of a roll of her eyes and says, “I would hardly want to talk to people about your ass hanging out of those pants over dinner. They’d all lose their appetites at the mere mention of you wearing something so hideous.”  

“You were the one who insisted I wear those pants to dinner outside!” Reiner argues, his raised voice attracting even more attention from other patrons. 

The two continue to bicker, completely forgetting Ymir and Bertholdt seated across from them. Bertholdt looks nervous as he watches the two argue back and forth, but Ymir continues to devour finger sandwiches without concern.  

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” he asks, his fingers hovering nervously near his mouth. He rises as if to ready himself to physically separate Historia and Reiner.  

“Nah, they’re just like this,” Ymir says with a shake of her head. She raises her hand to flag down a nearby waitress for more finger sandwiches. Even though she looks completely out of place in her ratty T-shirt and ripped jeans, she looks completely comfortable.  

Bertholdt sighs. He leans back resignedly against the couch, but his eyebrow is still furrowed with worry. He looks exhausted just watching Reiner and Historia argue. “I’m glad we’re nothing like them.”  

“Amen,” Ymir agrees.  

[pixesos]

modern au yumihisu. the girls anniversary :3

[sailorspica]

boosting this event hosted on twitter! i messaged the organizers and they might be making a tumblr in the coming months, so i am just passing the info along 🧡🤍🩷

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YumiHisu Week July 14–20, 2024

Day 1 – Sun. July 14 Prompt 1: Cottage Core Prompt 2: Domestic

Day 2 – Mon. July 15 Prompt 1: Royalty Prompt 2: Sun and Moon

Day 3 – Tue. July 16 Prompt 1: Childhood Friends Prompt 2: Modern/School Castes

Day 4 – Wed. July 17 Prompt 1: Soulmates Prompt 2: Beauty & the Beast

Day 5 – Thu. July 18 Prompt 1: Timeskip AU Prompt 2: The Sea

Day 6 – Fri. July 19 Prompt 1: Marriage Prompt 2: Sunset

Day 7 – Sat. July 20 Free Day!

Rules

This is a SFW event and open to all ages.

YumiHisu-centric work only; including other characters or ships is acceptable, but we ask that Ymir and Historia are the main focus.

Tag or Censor your work appropriately (sensitive topics, major triggers)

Don't spread hate! This is a fun, safe space for creativity

We are accepting

Fanfiction

Fanart

Collage/Picture Edits

Video Edits

Cosplay

Songs

Poetry

Threads/Analysis

Ship Appreciation

When sharing your work, please use #YumiHisuWeek2024 and/or tag us @/yhweek24! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to DM us. We are so excited to see your work. Have fun!

[zuzusexytiems]

Favorite Double Date Couples with Jeanpiku?

AAAA ARUANI ARUANI ARUANI 🥹 the ambassadors are my favorite group in the series and I love the thought of AA and JP together post-canon, especially since their dynamics are similar (warrior x scout, grumpy x sunshine) 🥹

next would probably be reiere especially if it's in a modern au!! if you're familiar with pigeon (the reiere artist) they drew reiere with jeanpiku once and I've been thinking about it ever since lmao

I think they'd be cute with yumihisu and eremika too! (ymir, eren, and jean simping for their girlfriends is just 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼)

[aruxani]

Hi everyone!

I'm Ally, also known as aruxani on ao3! I mostly write about aruani but I'm considering giving other ships a chance (at least at a oneshot)

I'm also a huge Swiftie and a firm believer that Armin and Annie are as well.

My ships include:

Aruani, Eremika, Hitlowe, Eruri, Yumihisu, Reibert

Works:

📜Snow on the Beach

-Longfic (completed)

- High school au

- Golden child (clearly the favorite)

-Very Midnights coded

-First person POV (I've changed since then, I swear...)

📜Here it's safe, here it's warm

-Oneshot

-They have children omg

-Heavily inspired by the ending of Mockingjay

-Canon verse, post-rumbling

-Very proud of this one

📜Dream of some epiphany

-Oneshot

-Everlark coded

-Ohmygoshtheyreonaboat

-Angsty

📜Wanna be end game

-Oneshot

-Enemies to lovers (to enemies?)

-Royalty AU

📜Everything has changed

-Oneshot

-Childhood

-Summer camp AU

📜What a ghostly scene

-Oneshot

-Inspired by the hunger games

-Armin in Liberio

📜Foolish One

-Oneshot

-Armin is a police officer

-Annie is a criminal (apparently)

-Enemies to lovers

-Wrote the ending after watching Grey's Anatomy

📜Between me, the sand and the sea

-Oneshot

-Aruani's children

-Lots of fluff

-Canon verse, post rumbling

📜Haunted

-Longfic (completed)

-...its on wattpad

-I like to pretend it doesn't exist

-Probably gonna rush the ending

-Everlark coded but at what cost?

📜 Colored Skies and Cotton ties

-Oneshot

-Valentines day special

-Modern au

-Same universe as SOTB

📜 If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy?

- Oneshot

- sickfic

-Annie's birthday fic

-hurt/comfort

-modern au

📜 Where the Spirit meets the Bones

- ongoing fic

- Pure angst

- modern au

- Armin is dead so...

And hopefully more to come!! (will eventually add the links, my phone is dying)

If there is anything else you want to know, ask away!

[natsuki208]

YumiHisu Week - Day 3: Modern AU 🎵

In ‘Paradis! A World Without Titans’, the girls are part of the High School dance club.

[the-boy-who-sought-freedom]

Roleplay Blog Navigation Page

About User  — I am an 18+ Male who speaks English & Conversational High German (A1 - just entering A2). I currently have around 9+ years of RP experience. My main Fandom is Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin. My main pairing is Eren Jaeger x Levi Ackerman, hence the Blog. I write Eren & Levi equally, so I am not opposed to adapting to preferences unless otherwise stated.

I only RP in Third-Person POV. I do both SFW & NSFW. Please see my RP Rules for further information. Ask about Kinks/Hard-No's! I am very flexible and deeper kinks may not be present.

Relationships I RP — MAIN! Eren x Levi (Ereri/Riren), Jean x Eren (Erejean), Eren x Floch (Fleren) — Undetermined/To be Continued.

Relationships I support on the side — Levi x Erwin (Eruri), Levi x Hanji/Hange (Levihan), Eren x Floch (Fleren), Eren x Historia (EreHisu), Ymir x Christa/Historia (YumiHisu) — Undetermined/To be Continued.

NOTP's — Erwin x Armin (Winmin), Eren x Mikasa (Eremika), Eren x Armin (Eremin) — Undetermined/To be Continued/Unless otherwise stated.

RP Rules 

Roleplay Advertisement(s) — 1 2 3 4 5

AU List — Android, Modern, Fantasy (Siren/Merman, Royal, Dragon, Etc.), Disabilities (Blind, Deaf, Amputee, Etc.) Undetermined/To be Continued.

I do not Roleplay Canonverse/Canon-Divergence.^

My Tags:

[xstrawberrydolliex]

Modern au yumihisu, this is what they'll look like in the fanfiction I'm currently writing

[lying-on-floors]

My take on the Attack on Titan characters in my modern!au -> looks + outfits

Marco:

Okay, so Marco gives me the "cute and nerdy guy you often see around campus" vibes. Very loose and comfortable but functional. I think he keeps things pretty simple in terms of silhouette and style, but I think he'd always add some pop of color. He's not the type of guy to wear an all black outfit to me.

Ymir:

Now, with Ymir, she gives me "cool older sister" vibes, duh, so I think she'd have kind of alternative elements to her outfits. She definitely wears a carabiner on her belt loops. I don't think she would like to feel constricted in terms of movement. She wants something she can move rather easily in, but she also wants to look hot and androgynous.

Like I said in my sibling headcanons, Marco and Ymir share a lot of their clothes, so I wanted their styles to be similar but distinctive.

For example:

They'll both wear the same blue sweater vest, but Marco would pair it with some converse and light washed jeans with a simple white t-shirt underneath (like in one of the pics above) and Ymir would pair it with cropped black jeans and combats boots wearing only her sports bra underneath.

Their partners

Sibling headcanons

[sinigangsta-ao3]

countdown to the end: 9 days left!

or: AOT FIC WRITERS — LET'S CELEBRATE THE ENDING OF "ATTACK ON TITAN" WITH OUR FAVORITE PASSAGES WE'VE WRITTEN!

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If you’re an AOT fic writer and you see this, please join! And let’s celebrate the end of a magical series by celebrating the richness and creativity of this fandom 💕

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Yesterday, I celebrated one of my favorite lines from “junctures,” and today I’m sharing one of my favorite scenes from its sequel, “bearings.” It was my first long fic, and it was really rooted in themes of adulthood and healing and accepting who we are, instead of yearning for who we could have been. It’s an angsty (and smutty) beast, but this was a scene that I wrote to illustrate Eren’s healing journey and his road to happiness.

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Day 9 - EMA and unbridled joy

He also internally thanks Armin, who has the foresight to start playing music to cut through the silence. But, of all things, Armin plays music from a decade ago: pop hits, beach tunes, and alt-rock ballads that transport Eren back to a late-spring night in their late adolescence, one marked by wine coolers and marijuana clouds and painted red lips and phantom sensations of skin-on-skin contact within this very house.

Eren feels a tug on his heartstrings. However, after a few moments of cycling through high school memories, he’s surprised to find that the tug isn’t painful. Instead, it’s reminiscent of popping his knuckles, or stretching out a cramp, or dislodging a piece of food stubbornly stuck between his molars. It’s a brief and satisfying discomfort, one that quickly paves the way to a more sustained type of calm.

For whatever reason, Eren finds himself starting to bob his head to the music as he paints the walls. Then, after catching both Armin’s and Mikasa’s eyes, he starts (of all things) dancing.

Armin looks at Eren like he has lost his mind — which Eren can’t help but laugh at because, for the first time in a long time, he feels completely sane. So sane that he drops his paint roller into the tray, gathers Armin in his arms, and starts spinning his best friend around the room — to Armin’s chagrin and to Mikasa’s delight. Armin turns bright red and yells loudly in protest as Eren tries to dip him ballroom-style; he manages to extricate himself from Eren’s arms before Eren accidentally drops him.

Mikasa is nearly doubled up in laughter, her eyes squeezed shut with mirth and paint splatters dotting her bright cheeks and bare arms. And Eren is so elated at the joy that has permeated their shared space that he extends his hand out to her and quirks his eyebrow in a silent invitation. (His heart is also racing a mile a minute – but he’s chasing levity right now, and he wants Mikasa to join him on this high.)

Mikasa’s eyes widen slightly, but (to Eren’s relief and absolute delight) she bends her knee and extends her paint-splattered arm into an overly exaggerated curtsy. And she grabs his hand to join him in a dance.

Their laughter harmonizes with the fast-paced, early-2010s pop tune blaring from the speaker. And Eren’s vision is nearly obscured because he's smiling so widely that his cheeks push his eyes into crescent moons (a smile that he honestly thinks he hasn’t worn since his high school years).

Eren can see Armin in the corner of his eye — he hasn't stopped painting, and he's shaking his head and smiling at his two friends goofily dancing. But Eren honestly doesn’t care that Armin is teasing them: because Mikasa is smiling, and her tinkling laugh bounces off the walls, and she’s grasping his hand so tightly and leaning into his torso while he firmly grips her waist. And Eren’s heart nearly bursts when, in a trust exercise of sorts, Mikasa lets him dip her while they dance, throwing her head back in laughter and kicking one leg high into the air.

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title: bearings (8 chapters, completed, 2nd part of 2-part series)

pairings: eremika (and some background aruani, yumihisu, zelena, past jeankasa, past coltkasa)

tags: modern AU, unreliable narrator, mental health issues, implied substance abuse, friends with benefits, miscommunication, smut, healing, happy ending

summary:

He left home to pursue something great, only to discover that his new life has not panned out how he intended. Ten years later, he’s presented with an opportunity to return home — and to revisit relationships that he had destroyed in his quest for freedom.

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OR: a young man’s journey to reconcile past trauma and discover a way to heal and move forward.

[strscrossed]

It's weird but I like scenarios with Eren being the father of Historia's child (but only when it's not about love). While reading the manga, I always thought he was in love with Mikasa while being the father but only because he "helpt" his friend to get pregnant fast. I mean, isn't it better to sleep with your attractive friend who knows your secrets instead of sleeping with a unknown guy ? In modern AU, I totally imagine Historia and Ymir asking Eren to be their sperm donor and he accepts because Historia and him are BF

I was iffy on eren being the father because if he was the father, there would’ve had to be a good reason for it. because he’s in love with mikasa, I couldn’t imagine he’d do it unless there was a reason and a damn good reason at that. like the best reason I could come up with is to protect her from jaegerists because they would want her gone as well. I’d love to see an exploration of that while loving mikasa as well.

I love the idea of eren being a sperm donor though for yumihisu! because that shit is expensive and she knows eren and he probably owes her for something 😂

[youre-ackermine]

Hey there! Thx for this event!

❤️ + YumiHisu + modern setting (maybe Historia is famous and Ymir is a fan or a bodyguard?) + sfw/kiss

Take care and happy Valentine's day!

Hi dear Anon ❤️

I'm so so sorry it took me literal months to do this but this event was a bit too much to handle I'm afraid!

However, I'll reply to all the requests I got!

YumiHisu!!! It's been a real pleasure to rack my brains out for this ship & I hope you'll like what I finally came up with, even if I digressed from your initial request.

Link to the Modern/Band AU Yumihisu moodboard & headcanons HERE

Enjoy 🌹

[sailorspica]

kenuri and yumihisu synastry, each a tall aquarius x reiss capricorn sun, with tarot uwu @avellanaslesbianas

in terms of story, i like kenny and historia being extra saturnine, a stubborn old goat cap rising (to match uri's sun, The Devil in tarot) and an annihilating, symbol of a revolution aqua rising (to match ymir's sun, The Star in tarot)

the star-crossedness, the distance: i'd then want uri and ymir to be ruled by the lights. uri as cancer rising (kenny's 7th house) and ymir as leo rising (hisu's 7th house), also to subvert the rebranded gender essentialism of women and sapphism as lunar??? damn??? and ymir's jaws reveal is at SUNRISE come on

in the major arcana, cancer = the chariot, charging ahead to some future others cannot see; leo = strength, Live Your Life With Pride

essential dignity, the sun is detrimented in aquarius AND historia's cap sun would then be her 12th house (like me lol): sense of identity is literally buried!!!! contrast uri as a sunrise capricorn and all the family angst of first house-heavy people

for the rest of these charts i could return to my insane convoluted our 19th century = AoT 800s thing BUT i obviously have modern rock AU destructive on-again-off-again lovers kenuri worked out (born 1967 and 1969)