#yumihisu oneshot

[killerpillar]

from your dearest historia.

[F/F] [G] yumihisu drabble/oneshot, post-canon, afterlife, fix-it (kind of), fluff, growing old, losing memories, reunited, requited love, undying love.

wc: 1176・ ♫ sailor song - gigi perez ・ read on ao3.

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Historia can’t remember the shade of her eyes anymore.

Whether they were the same hue of earth or a faint, chestnut hazel. 

Whether the sunlight made them glow like gold or umber.

Whether her freckles were something she imagined, or if the memory of lying beside her on a concrete rooftop and tracing constellations across her skin was really real.

Maybe it wasn’t real, and she’s just holding on to nothing and hoping it was something.

Maybe she wasn’t real.

(She had to be real.)

(Right?)

Historia names her daughter after her.

Her husband says he likes it. He thinks it's a beautiful name.

Historia agrees. Tells him she thinks it is, too.

But he doesn’t know anything. 

He doesn’t know just how beautiful that name really is.

(It’s not his fault he doesn’t know.)

(She knows it isn’t.)

(But it still makes her bitter.)

Reiner and Connie come to visit. She lets them hold Ymir. 

They ask for her name, and she tells them.

Their faces change. 

They look at her like they pity her. 

Like there’s an apology waiting on the tip of their tongues.

She hates it. 

She hates that look.

But she pretends not to notice.

Mikasa comes too, later. Jean is with her. There’s a ring on both their fingers.

When Mikasa hears her daughter’s name, she doesn’t give Historia that face. Historia realises it’s probably because she’s the only one that understands. 

There’s something else in her eyes. 

Something familiar.

Mikasa tells her the name is fitting.

She comes by more often now. Alone.

They talk. 

They listen.

There’s things they tell each other that they tell no one else. Things nobody else would understand.

Sometimes Historia cries.

Sometimes Mikasa cries.

Most of the time, they do everything they can not to start.

Their kids get along, too. 

Somewhat.

Her daughter is older now. 

Too rowdy for her to hold on her hip.

Historia can’t remember her face anymore.

It’s only her daughter’s face she sees in her mind when she hears Ymir.

Not her’s.

She still dreams about her, though.

It's always fuzzy like her mind can’t decide on whether her skin was always so tan or if her hair was always so dark.

She can’t remember her voice anymore. 

She just remembers that it was something she used to really like hearing. Her voice would wake her up in the mornings. Tell her goodnight before the lights went out. Whisper to her under the covers after dark. Her voice called Historia’s name in a way nobody else’s ever did. 

Historia wishes she could still hear her voice.

Still see her. 

Touch her. 

Feel her.

But she can’t.

She’s not there.

Her husband doesn’t know how to comfort her.

Why would he?

He didn’t know. 

He doesn’t know.

He’s done nothing wrong.

She has.

Historia’s done a lot wrong.

She must have done everything wrong if she can’t even remember her face or her voice or her touch anymore. All the things she swore she’d never forget. The things that she thought were carved and branded into her bones, from how often she’d think about them, replay them over and over in her mind. The things she’d beg and plead and pray she wouldn’t one day forget.

But maybe she can’t blame herself that much.

Even the skies seem blurry to her, nowadays. 

There’s roses in the yard. 

She can’t see far enough to make them out anymore.

Autumn’s colours are dull.

Spring’s breeze feels stale. 

Summer can’t warm her and winter makes no difference.

Historia’s always cold nowadays. 

She spends nearly all her time in that armchair on the front porch, behind a white picket fence her husband had built, and still the sun doesn’t seem to warm her skin like it used to. 

Her daughter came home to introduce the man she was going to marry yesterday.

Or maybe it was last month.

Or last year.

Or maybe it’s already been a decade.

Historia can’t really remember. 

Soon there’s another child on her lap. 

She thinks he looks like Ymir. 

But not her Ymir. 

… her Ymir?

She wonders who her Ymir was.

She remembers she loved her Ymir. 

Loves.

She loves her Ymir.

Yes. 

Her Ymir with the golden eyes and the sunkissed skin and freckled cheeks.

Her Ymir who wrote her the letter with the faded ink and the words she can no longer make out, but somehow still read.

Her Ymir, who wanted to marry her dear Historia.

Yes.

Historia remembers, now.

She murmurs something about her Ymir.

Her daughter answers. 

Historia can’t understand why it feels so wrong to see her daughter’s face and not her.

… Her?

Who?

Her… someone.

She’s forgotten again.

Forgotten…

Who?

Maybe it was nothing.

Or maybe it was her everything.

She doesn’t know. 

She can’t remember again. 

Historia’s eyes feel heavy.

Everything seems dark

Maybe the sun had set. 

Maybe that's why the lights had all gone out.

Maybe that’s why she can’t feel anything anymore.

Maybe that’s why her fingertips are so numb and cold.

Historia wishes she could see the sun again.

Her sun.

Something featherlight brushes her cheeks. She could’ve mistaken it for the wind, if it hadn’t been for the warmth of the touch.

Historia opens her eyes, and it feels like her first time truly seeing.

She sees colour. 

She sees light.

She can see again. 

It’s golden and beautiful and warm against her skin. She thinks she’s lying on a field of flowers. The grass under her fingertips is soft against her skin. Petals of all the most beautiful colours. The sky is the bluest she remembers it has ever been. 

… She can remember again.

She can breathe with all her lungs again.

She feels young and new again.

She hears a voice call out her name.

For a second, Historia doesn’t understand why her chest grows so tight and why everything seems to fade from around her, just at the sound of it. Why it feels like it’s everything she’s ever wanted to hear. Why there’s heat swelling in her eyes and why everything is going blurry again. 

She turns. 

Amber eyes meet hers. 

Dark hair sways in the wind. 

Freckles like stars pepper her cheeks.

Freckles.

Yes.

Historia remembers now.

How could she ever have forgotten?

Ymir calls her name again.

Historia feels like it's her first time ever hearing her own name.

It was her Ymir. 

Her sun. 

Her lover. 

Her every sin and every happiness. 

Her every mistake and every victory. 

Her Ymir.

Historia takes her hand. 

She tells her Ymir she’s never letting go.

Never again.

Ymir laughs.

Historia’s never heard a sound more beautiful.

She tells her ymir she’s serious and to stop laughing at her, even though Historia wouldn’t mind hearing that laugh on repeat even for aeons.

Ymir manages to stop laughing somehow, smiles, and says she believes her— yes, really, she did.

Tucks a lock of golden hair behind her ears and says she won’t let go of her, either.

Ever again?

Ever again.

.

[annawayne]

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��─╮ My yellow light in your soft whispers ╭─╯ tags: AruAni, post-canon, married life, healing together, heavy angst with happy ending, background JeanPiku, past PokoPiku & EreMika, set 10 years after the Rumbling status: ongoing, multichapter All posts related to this fic you can find by #my yellow light in your soft whispers tag

╰──╮Bury me in the shadows of spring ╭──╯

tags: AruAni, 1920's AU, post WW1, healing together, artist & muse relationship, background JeanPiku & YumiHisu, past PokoPiku & EreMika, complicated ReiBert, set in 1920 in Eastern Europe status: ongoing, multichapter, on hiatus All posts related to this fic you can find by #bury me in the shadows of spring tag

╰──╮Neverland of (our) desires╭──╯

tags: Aruani, canon-compliant, boat scene/chapter 131, first kiss & first time, angst and smut and feels status: complete, oneshot

╰──╮Golden hour of our forever╭──╯ tags: Aruani, post-canon, married life, tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, background JeanPiku, set after ~8,5 years after the Rumbling status: complete, oneshot

╰╮What a Moonlit Night, So Full of Stars and You╭╯

tags: Aruani, post-canon, married life, tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, set after ~9-9,5 years after the Rumbling, Christmas vibes status: complete, oneshot

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[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!

[moonspirit]

Have you ever written anything yumihisu related? I LOVE your other works, and wondered what their love would look like in your writing style.

Hello anon!

No though, I've never written for Yumihisu! I once wanted to write a REALLY steamy and spicy oneshot but then chickened out because I was terrified to portray them wrong xD I've never done a deep dive into their characters as far as writing goes.

Maybe one of these days I'll muster up the courage tho.

Thank you for your very kind words T_____T I'm very grateful!

[yellowgreendinno]

I write for Attack on Titan and Black Clover only:)

For requesting: ❤️‍🩹 comfort 🩷 fluff 💔 angst 🌟 random hc ✨oneshot 📚 series. Add x reader if you' want to have a x reader fic. 'd like.

💜 gn reader

🩵 Fem reader

Masterlist

Attack on Titan~

Yumihisu:

"The older I get"

CPR

Jaw Titans:

Chapter 1: "We Protect"

TITANS X BLACK BULLS

Black Clover~

The Silvas:

"One last Apology"

"The Curse of Silva"

Headcanons:

Gauche and Marie

Captains in Breakfast at Tiffany's

TITANS X BLACK BULLS

Fics:

Just like old times

Short ass fics:

Chocolates and old pictures (Gauche and Marie)

I don't need you anymore (Fuegoleon and Mereoleona)

[nezukoo-channn]

Stargazing

A/N: Hello! We're back with another one-shot. Originally, I've posted this on AO3 but since, I liked the one-shot I might as well place it here. Quite short compared to Dream Girl (the other one shot I've written). This is my first completed writing in about nearly half a year (*wheeze*).

Stargazing: A Yumihisu Oneshot

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

WORD COUNT: 826 (Oneshot alone)

PROOFREAD: maybe?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: NONE

***

“What are you up to again, Ymir?” She hears a voice from below the rooftop. Looking down, she sees Historia below, hands crossed on her chest, her blue eyes growing heavy as she looks at Ymir on top of the rooftop. Surprised, she quickly got up, nearly losing her balance (which scared Historia; she ran closer to make sure she’d be okay) and got down from the rooftop. The moment she got down, Historia grabbed her hand, making sure that Ymir was really alive. 

She doesn’t want to lose her, not again. 

“Looking at the stars, would you like to join me?” she offers. Historia was taken aback by the surprising offer but happily accepted it; it was with Ymir, after all. How can she say no? She nods her head and offers her hand out, “Take me to the loveliest place where I can see them then.” 

“It will be my pleasure to do so, princess.” She snickers, calling Historia by that nickname she teasingly calls her. It wasn’t Historia’s favorite, but she tolerated it nonetheless. Grabbing Historia’s hand, the girls took off, running away from the area to a small hill nearby. Empty would be a word to describe the hill, but the stars above made it worthwhile. 

A sea of flickering light spreads itself throughout the night sky, as if it were sprinkled over the darkness of the night. They scatter through the sky, filling up the empty space in their dark background. They create constellations throughout, making different patterns from different angles, creating shapes of animals and objects. Neither can they stop looking at the beauty of it all. Ymir laid herself down against the grass, offering Historia to do the same. Historia obliges and lays down beside her, panting heavily from the run they had. Ymir pulls her close and wraps one of her arms around her. 

“Look up.”  

She didn’t regret that one. It is beautiful; all those stars twinkle and dance through the skin, enticing both lovers. The hours pass as they point at different constellations, telling stories about them and how things are. If both are being honest, they hope this moment never ends between them. It was one of those moments where they felt the world stopped just for the both of them, for them to take each other in their arms, a state of peace and bliss. In such a cruel world, moments like these are more valuable than gold. 

“It's beautiful.” Historia says, continuing to look up. From Ymir’s view, she can see her blue eyes shine. Ymir loves that view, the way she just happily looks at the stars and points out constellations, so this is what bliss feels like. It was a simple feeling for most people, but for someone like her, it meant the world to her. How she wishes this would never end. She laughs and nods her head in agreement, 

“Yeah, it really is but…” 

There was a pause in their conversation. 

“But what?” Historia asks, She stopped looking at the stars for a moment to look at Ymir. 

“Not as beautiful as you are.” 

Historia pauses, her face flushing red as she giggles and pulls Ymir closer. Now it was her turn to be flustered by her actions. Ymir tries to laugh it off and acts cool about it. They laugh as Historia places her hand on Ymir’s face. Compared to Historia’s softer face and texture, Ymir’s was rougher and thicker, but some areas were soft just like her. Historia mutters something under her breath. 

“What is it?” Ymir asks, looking at the smaller woman beneath her.

“What star would I be?” Historia asks, 

“My star.” 

The rest of the night is spent pointing at stars while cuddling in each other's arms. The wind wasn’t cold, nor was it strong. The stars still continued to dance through the sky as their eyes followed along. The only sounds they could hear were the sound of their breathing and the soft sound of each other’s hearts beating inside their chests. Time like this is lovely, and they both wish it could last forever. Ymir looks at Historia, who is leaning closer to her, and those blue eyes continue to sparkle. She smiles as she holds her even closer. Historia pauses for a moment as she looks up at Ymir. Her heart melts as she sees a beautiful woman like herself, someone she can go back to when things are hard. The reason why she will live her life with pride from now on.

“Let’s go back, it's getting late.” Historia says The night continues on, and she’s getting sleepy. Ymir nodded as she let go of her and got up from the ground, cleaning herself before she carried Historia. Historia was flustered by the act, covering her face with her hands, trying to hide her blushing face. 

Ymir leans in closer and whispers in her ear,  “Alright, Historia. Let’s go back.”

A/N: Must shorter than my last oneshot here. I haven't written anything in about six months due to school and studying, making me busy throughout. That said, I've been running low on motivation to write in general. Maybe I'm just tired ... i think so. I might as well try to write more in the future (or something). Though, I hope did Ymir and Historia right, the idea of stargazing with someone isn't so bad. I'll try to improve things. You can leave some feedback so long as its not insulting , I'd love to read it. If you would like to read the AO3 version of this, I'll leave a link here and I hope it will work.

Stargazing (AO3 version)

[ihaveissuesbutthatsokay]

The Old Oak Tree

Ship : Historia(Christa) / Ymir 

Fandom : Attack on titan

Warnings : Swearing 

SO i wrote this small fantasy AU extract  for Historia and Ymir, i was planning to do a full on story, so pls tell me if yall would be interested! Anyways hope yall enjoy!! 

(Alsp pls tell me if Historia is in character here, cause im not 100 sure sjhzdjzh) 

I was waiting at the old oak tree, the moon shining bright in the open dark, blue sky. Despite the moon being visible, the stars were not. It was a cloudy night, and I could tell it would start to rain soon. 

Good. 

I needed the rain, for the ritual. 

I needed the moon, to. 

I wasn't scarred, even if a part of me kept whispering that I should be. But I wasn't.

 Because this was all for her. 

So I was waiting at the old oak tree, the moon shining brightly, the dark blue sky becoming greyer and greyer as the minutes passed. 

She was killed by traitors, so as their queen I would kill them in return. Simple as that. Now, as I wait for the right time, I grip the necklace she gave me, praying, begging, to the gods to bring her back. 

The gods didn't answer me. They were disappointed in me, I could tell. Well. To hell, those gods wherever they were.  was the ruler and only queen of Eldia, and I wasn't afraid to defy them, if it meant to bring my Goddess back. 

“...sorry...Im...sorry....” I looked at the man on the ground, beaten up to a pulp, blood oozing down his blonde hair. He was still asleep, I could tell. But he was regaining consciousness, mumbling and stirring in his sleep. I wasn’t preoccupied with him. Sure, physically he was stronger than me, but I was the queen. I had my whole kingdom around my fingers.

I looked up at the moon. Good. I only needed to wait a few more minutes. Then I could sacrifice him. Then I could bring her back. 

The wind started to cry. The moon started to disappear. And rain started to pour. Perfect. This was the signal. This was the signal to start the rituals of the gods. 

I went to him, the big man lying face down on the ground. Reiner. Even in my head, I snarled the name. 

He took her away from me. 

So I would take his life away from him. 

“Christa…?” He woke up, looking at me, raising his head a bit in the process. I kicked him in the face, to keep him in his place. He let out a moan of pain, and I pressed harder. “I'm done with being Christa.” I said through gritted teeth. “She was a character made up to hide the royal blood in me. She was fake.” I bitterly laughed, remembering the day my father said I would be allowed to live, only if I changed my complete identity. And like a moron, I accepted. Because what other choice did I have? 

It was her, that saw the real me, her that encouraged me to be my real self. Encouraged me to live our lives just for ourselves  Yet, she didn't keep that promise, did she?

Because she died. She died for this bastard under my foot. For what reason, I couldn't comprehend. Pitty, maybe? Perhaps some guilt? 

No matter, she would be back soon enough, and then I could ask her. 

I pressed harder, and harder, his face smashing into the ground, his head turning purple. “My name is Historia Reiss, true ruler and queen of Eldia, and you will die, under my command.” I took my pocket knife. I could see the fear in his eyes. 

“Christa, no wait, please---” 

I kicked him in the head. “Goddamn it, i said my name is Historia! Don't you ever listen? Why does no one ever fucking listens to me, fucking hell!” Tears started pickling at the corners of my eyes. 

Ymir, why did you leave me. Why did you choose them over me? Why? Why? Why? 

No matter. I needed to stay focused. She would be here soon. I would ask her myself. She would be in my arms again, her soft lips kissing my lips, her hair nuzzling my neck. Yes, I thought, licking my dry lips. It would all be fine, because she would be here again. 

I raised my knife, Reiner looking at me with huge eyes of alarm, his lower lips trembling, a silent plead stuck in his throat, and for a split second, I was disgusted with my myself----was this really worthy, would Ymir love me the same if she knew how i got her back----but then, a ghost of a memory came back, her hands on my  back, her lips near my ears, her voice soft as she kept saying,  “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

And the disgust and guilt was immediately washed away with pure, heated hatred. 

“Historia, wait, stop.” I froze, the knife inches from Reiners heart. That voice. That sweet, beautiful voice. 

My hands started to shake, and I dropped the knife. I looked down at a confused and relieved Reiner. He was still blinking. He was still breathing. 

I didn't understand, he was still alive.  For the curse to work, he needed to be dead. 

I should have known something was wrong when his heart was still beating, but i was too happy to hear my muse, my beautiful lover voice, that i dropped everything, and I turned around, expecting her to be there, wide open arms, her brown hair floating around like a halo, just like an angel sent from heaven.

Ymir was back, because that voice was Ymir’s indeed.

-----

[museflight]

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Wordcount: 1.1k

Ao3 Link: Click

Summary: After the war, Ymir meets Historia’s child.

Notes: Written for day four of @aot-au-week , the prompt being royalty au. I used it as an excuse to write a Ymir lives AU, since it technically counts. I didn’t bother getting into background and stuff for this one, but it could be read as taking place in the same universe as Mark of Divergence. Also, no beta for this one! I wrote it in under an hour and you get what you get.

Ymir gazed down at the infant swaddled in her arms and didn't know how to feel.

It was - it was a baby. It was small, wrinkly, and resembled a human being about as much as your average titan did. (Had.) Society dictated that it was cute, but truth be told, babies all tended to be pretty damn ugly when they were this young. This one was no exception.

It was also royalty. That part was pretty important.

The Cult of Ymir had made being royalty out to be this wonderful thing. Enchanting, mythical, untouchable - holy.

Of course they had; she was supposed to be the reincarnation of a goddess. And although she may have been a fraud, making no real decisions and good for nothing but taking the blame, her people didn't know that. So they draped her in jewels and acted as if she was above them all, and for a while, it had been enough to make her forget that it was all a lie.

(After learning about Ymir, the real Ymir, she couldn't help but wonder at how that little nameless, powerless peasant girl, draped in jewels and falsely called a goddess, was closer to the truth than any of them had ever realized.)

Real royalty was more complicated. It was political machinations and coached reactions and meaningless public appearances that caught the crowd's eye while the actual important meetings went hushed and unnoticed by the common person. It was complicated and full of secrecy and deceit and left no room for anyone to be truly selfless.

So of course, Historia was great at it.

Or at least, that had been the case until more of those selfish, scheming politicians appeared. They had a new song and dance, but it was all the same old tune - they wanted Historia to inherit a titan and push out as many royal babies as she could until thirteen years passed and she died. And Historia, for all that she was no longer the false martyr that had been Krista Lenz, couldn't find a way to say no. And Ymir... maybe she had grown too complicit in her two years of almost-peace as nearly-real-royalty, because for all of her rage, because she couldn't find a better escape plan than the one proposed by the genocidal bastard who went on to destroy eighty percent of the world.

And she hated herself for it.

(Ymir also hated herself for leaving Historia behind when she needed her most, even if she had a pretty damn good reason. She hated that the feeling of watching her squat, ugly titan change and learning that it could fucking fly was tainted by the near-certainty that these were her final days. Most of all, she hated that that genocidal bastard was the reason that she was able to go home in the first place; why she would be able to stay for longer than one more year.)

Ymir hated a lot of the things that had happened recently.

But as she stared down at the baby that, in a better world, wouldn't exist, she found that she couldn't hate it.

Ymir narrowed her eyes. The baby squirmed, as if it could sense her eyes boring into it, only to let out a tiny sneeze. It then let out a contented burble and settled comfortably back into her arms, as if she were someone safe and reliable rather than actively judging and questioning its entire existence.

Smug little thing, she thought.

Out loud, she asked, "what are you calling it?"

"Ymir."

Ymir sighed. "Fine," she said as she turned around to face Historia, who sat cross-legged on her bed, watching them. "What are you calling her."

Historia grinned. "Ymir."

Ymir froze. She slowly looked back down at the tiny thing in her arms, at her rolls of pudge, the tiny dimple on one of her cheeks, at the little wisps of blonde hair. She really looked nothing like her. Except apparently... "No," she murmured, like the beacon of elegance and grace she was. Then, for emphasis, "no."

She glanced back up. Historia was grinning like she'd done something to be proud of, rather than blight the world with a third Ymir.

"Historia..." There was a horrible tangle in her chest, making it hard to know what to think or feel. After half a second of choked silence - which was, frankly, half a second too much - she managed, "this is a horrible idea. Besides, you don't need two Ymirs."

Historia's smile faltered. "Maybe not," she admitted. "But..." Something flickered in her gaze. Her eyes began to wander away, falling back into old habits, before she caught herself and looked at Ymir with eyes that widened into something unshakable. It was startlingly attractive, considering the circumstances. "I thought it was appropriate, since I didn't think there would be two Ymirs for very long. If you came back at all."

Oh.

All of the air left Ymir's chest. Without thinking about it, she marginally tightened her grip on the baby. It - she - tiny Ymir - nuzzled closer to her chest and let out a little croon.

She was right. There wouldn't - shouldn't - have been two Ymirs around for very long at all. Certainly not long enough for the third to remember the second. It hadn't even been very likely that she would survive to return to the island. And yet...

"Well, that's stupid," she choked out. "I always come back."

Historia's face softened fractionally. Not completely - that kind of fear and heartache took a while to disappear completely, especially when it had just happened for the second time - but enough to tell her that it wouldn't be there forever. "You do," she said.

Ymir made her way to the bed. Getting on it without jostling the baby took a little doing, but she'd managed far more difficult feats within just the past week. She sat down next to her girlfriend - partner - reason for being - wife, once she'd worn those politicians down enough - and carefully transferred the baby into her arms. As Historia took her, Ymir pressed a kiss against her temple and whispered, "you can still change the name. People might think you named her after the founder."

Historia huffed out a tiny laugh and tilted her head to press her lips against hers. They were soft and tasted faintly of grapes, and in that moment, Ymir became painfully aware of how scared she'd been that she'd never get to feel this again, baby or not.

Drawing back half an inch, Historia whispered, "I doubt anyone will think that."

Ymir huffed and allowed herself to slump over and press her face against Historia's shoulder. "At least this one will never turn into a titan," she murmured.

There was a pause. Then, in a soft, wonder-filled voice, Historia murmured, "you're right. She won't."

Ymir smiled, softer than she would allow anyone to see, and thought that maybe she could get used to having a namesake.

Maybe she could even get used to being a mother.

[liesweliveby]

fuck it im doing it

ive had this detailed outline for a mdzs/snk crossover fic for years and im gonna start it why the fuck not

basically it’s what if mikasa and historia gave up their lives to deal the last blow to eren (they’re from the good au where historia was like. actually treated as a character in the last arc) and when they died they got transported into the mdzs universe

(yes this is 100% because i want historia and jgy to interact. they can bond over being illegitimate kids who killed their piece of shit dads and stole their thrones)

[nottinghil1]

really tempted to write a heather’s inspired au oneshot of yumihisu just because i love winona ryder and the musical

[casstocoast]

as much as i love titan-x and the behemoth of a plot line i have planned out for it, it’s kind of daunting?? also i trapped myself into doing an erejean scene and spoiler, no idea how to write that in character.

anyway, i think i’m gonna lean towards some oneshots to explore characters and how they interact in my writing for a lil. i have some cute ema friendship/mikasa thirdwheeling fluff ideas that i wanna write out, and some more levihan but with Gender, and such a nice fucking yumihisu idea that i wanna flesh out.

[ghostmartyr]

Do you find fanfiction helpful or a hindrance when it comes to surviving shitty writing? I got a lot out of yumihisu on a personal level. Their relationship really helped me sort through some shit in my myself so I've been hurting recently. But reading the beautiful things other people let them experience in coffee shops and merkingdoms has given me something sweet to turn my mind to when I try to sleep. I wonder if you find it comforting to know yumihisu are happy and loved in someone's head?

See, I am a horrible fandom person with really particular takes, so I have a ton of trouble finding things to read.

With the uh. Additional trouble that I seem to have picked up the habit of not reading things for fandoms I actively write for, and I have a 67k oneshot that will not end, has yet to even get Ymir and Historia out on a dang date, and yeah.

I like fanfic a lot, but I’ve always found it easier to engage with as a continuance of fandom feelings, rather than a fix.

I’m glad it works for you! :)

[nezukoo-channn]

Me , minding my business:

My brain: hey remember that one flowershop / tattoo shop inosai modern day au where you have that one scene where they went to a flower field and Sai rested against a tree as Ino collected some flowers and she passes by him and she she pulls him out of the shade? To join her in the sun as they collect flowers and just have a nice flowery date?

Me: yeah???

My brain, again: okay and do you remember that choukauri fic set in a modern au where she works in a restaurant as a chef and that he always go there and would always love her cooking and give that he always complimented her work and those would be rely onto her and that somewhat also ties into the inosai fic?

Me: yes and why?

My brain, again: okay okay how about a Naruhina flower shop au? You already read everything on Ao3! And this is the plot. Naruto works as a florist or something like that and one time like, its needed for some fancy party and stuff and he was arranging flowers when he meets hinata, more of a meet-cute reunion thing since they haven’t seen each other since highschool and they chat up a bit and maybe a few weeks after that, she shows up to the shop and asks for some flowers and all that cutesy romance comfort can come along. 

Me to my brain: no. I havent touched my yumihisu oneshots and this happens? 

Brain; make yourself happy with them and you wanna be done with these ideas, remember? go write them , even if they’re bad. 

[nottinghil1]

i have a ton of homework to do but god it’s so hard to resist the urge to write a oneshot of the actor au of yumihisu going to the oscars together

[nottinghil1]

i’m tempted to write a yumihisu oneshot where it’s complete hurt no comfort and angst.

like ymir and historia are in a relationship but it’s super toxic. maybe throw in some internalized homophobia with historia.

like have historia call ymir while she’s high or drunk and makes her only affectionate when she isn’t sober and it pisses ymir off.

idk just a thought