Ship : Historia(Christa) / Ymir
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.
I needed the rain, for the ritual.
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.
