Authors Note: Hi everybody! For those who aren't familiar with the name, I go by findingmyownhonor on tumblr, I'm a Historia Reiss roleplayer. Each one of these drabbles are based off a series of threads done by myself and my partner, inlesbianswithistoria. In the threads, it is an AU with all major characters still alive and walking around. Ymir is intersex. This is a personal headcanon between us and this is how all the children are biological. Just wanted to give a little heads up. If something needs to be explained, I'll post it in an AN before the story.
Just to keep things simple, Ymir took Historia's last name when they got married. They have nine biological kids kids: Runa, Christa, Amir, Amora, Elisavet, Vivianne, Trinity, Hiero, and Soren. They adopted one girl, named Johanna, around the age of Amora and Elisavet. In that order. Amir and Soren are the only boys.
As time goes on, I'll add more drabbles. Most of them will be Yumikuri, but if anyone wants, I'll also post things of just the children.
As always, criticism is welcomed, hate is not! Please enjoy!
"Momma… Momma!" A soft, muffled cry pulled the blonde out of her sleep, slowly stretching herself from the curled position she had taken. Historia could hear Ymir's snoring from the other side of the bed along with the sounds of rain falling, the thunder rolling in the distance. "Momma!" The cry came again, pulling her out of the warmth of the bed.
When their eldest had been born, everyone had thought that because Runa was the splitting image of Ymir, she would have the tough exterior as well. Yet, in the middle of the little bed, the young girl clutched the stuffed rabbit to her chest, tears coming from her amber eyes and hiccups racking her small body.
Historia glanced over at Christa, fast asleep in her crib. So much like her Papa. She thought, moving to sit on the bed next to Runa and pulling the small child into her lap. "What's wrong, little one?" She asked, watching as the dark haired child clutched the cloth of her mother's night shirt for dear life when a bolt of lightning lit up the small room and another choked sob escaped her lips.
With the storm season in its beginning weeks, the scenario before her had become more and more frequent. The mother hated that Runa had inherited her fear of thunderstorms and it pained her to see her child so frightened. Pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her eldest daughter's head as she slid across the bed to prop herself against the wall. Runa sat across Historia's lap, tucking her head into her shoulder.
"Momma… will you sing again?" Runa sniffed, jumping as lightning cracked again outside the bedroom window.
A small smile spread across the young mother's face, rubbing her across the little girl's back to soothe her. "Eventually, you will be able to sing it to me and Papa if I keep singing it to you every night." She chuckled, getting a small laugh out of her child in return. "Can you hum it with me?" Historia asked, feeling Runa's small head nod in agreement. "That's my big girl." She praised her quietly; waiting for her to start humming, tapping out the beat on Runa's lower back to keep them both on beat.
The mother took a deep breath, shutting her eyes to focus on the child in her arms and the song in her mind.
"Little child, be not afraid, though rain pounds harshly against the glass, like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger. I am here tonight. Little child, be not afraid. Though thunder explodes and lightning flash, illuminates your tear-stained face; I am here tonight."
"And someday you'll know that nature is so, the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, on forests and sand, makes the beautiful world that you'll see, in the morning." She felt little Runa's hands start to relax from the grip in her shirt, the trembles of her terror easing away the longer she sang despite the storm picking up outside.
"Little child, be not afraid, though storm clouds mask your beloved moon and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams, I am here tonight." She brushed a gentle kiss across the top of Runa's head, opting to returning to rub her back rather than tapping out the beat.
"Little child, be not afraid, though wind makes creatures of our trees and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand? And I am here tonight…" Historia trailed off, opening her eyes once she felt someone staring at her from the doorway. A mirrored amber gaze brought an adoring smile to her face, giving their daughter a soft squeeze.
"For you know, once even I was a little child, and I was afraid but a gentle someone always came, to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears and to give a kiss goodnight." Historia smiled to Ymir, not entirely sure if her wife could see her in the darkened room. The blonde heard Runa yawn and the humming had stopped, exhausted from her crying and the fear that had taken her so suddenly. Her warm little body expelled slow, even breaths against Historia's neck. The child didn't even stir when Ymir sat on the other side of them, falling back on her daughter's pillow and stretching her legs over Historia's.
"And I hope that you'll know... Everything's fine in the morning, the rain'll be gone in the morning, but I'll still be here in the morning." The mother murmured, pulling the blanket out from under Ymir's butt to cover the child and herself before reaching for Ymir's hand in the dark, listening to her family as they slept peacefully despite the raging storm outside that always seemed to bring them together.