Trigger warning: Mentions of rape. Don't read if this is a trigger.
L-Love
Ymir pulled the waterproof jacket off, still dripping wet from the terrible weather outside. The flowers were totally ruined and she looked less like the attractive and selfless girlfriend she was going for and she instead looked rather more like a drowned rat. She almost ran into the front room, drowned flowers in hand. Ymir's first realisation that something was off came from the presence of two other people in her living room with a red eyed Historia. Ymir's mood was put off immediately. She threw the dead flowers onto a nearby table and knelt by the light of her world. Why was Historia sat between Mikasa and Annie on her sofa? Ymir's frown was enough to bring on a fresh round of tears from Historia. Mikasa rubbed her back gently.
"Sit down, Ymir." Annie instructed. Normally Ymir would retaliate to that kind of tone from Annie but her circumstances forced Ymir to simply obey as she went over to the only remaining seat in the form of an inherited rocking chair in the corner of the room. Ymir said no words. She simply waited. Historia calmed down slightly. At least, she did on the outside.
"All that's left to do is tell her what you told us, Historia." Mikasa assured her calmly. "She won't hurt you with us here."
"Hurt you? Do you two know me at all? I-"
"Ymir..." Historia started, cutting Ymir off in place. Her voice wobbled. It felt like twisting a red hot dagger inside Ymir's chest. "I... There's something I need to tell you."
"You always know that you can tell me whatever's on your mind." Ymir tried to begin her argument but a glare from Annie prevented her from continuing.
"Ymir I'm... There's..." Mikasa continued to rub Historia's back. It was making Ymir a little too jealous to be comfortable. "I'm pregnant..." What? How could that happen? They were both female. This thing didn't happen to people. "It wasn't... I didn't give them permission. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Ymir's fist clenched. "They've been arrested now. I'm so sorry." Ymir stood up, her face overwhelmed with anger. "I'm sorry!" Historia cried, bracing herself for a blow that would never come. Annie stood up as a precautionary measure. Before any of them could react, the door slammed on them. The rain persisted to pour outside.
"Historia, are you okay?" Mikasa asked, trying to restore some sort of calm. Annie picked up her raincoat from the radiator.
"Mikasa, I'm going after her." Annie informed her over the hysterical sobbing, throwing on the jacket as she gave chase. Mikasa continued to try and console the weeping girl left behind. Annie caught Ymir storming down the street to get to the Police Station. The blonde woman caught up quickly. "Do you really want to do that? Who do you want to do deal with first, him or her? She thinks you're abandoning her."
"I want to rip his fucking dick off, whoever he is." Ymir replied darkly.
"I know. I'll join you. But before you do that, she needs you. God, you're both so in love. It's disgusting." Annie grimaced. It made Ymir smirk to see Annie use the word 'love'. That was a word that Ymir never really believed was part of Annie's vocabulary. Ymir's head turned between the Police Station and the direction of her home. She debated the options before her and ended up simply sighing in resignation.
"Fine. Just let me punch something first." Annie simply nodded and held out her palms, spread open to spread out the incoming impact. Ymir laughed. "I don't want to break your hands, Annie." The blonde woman rolled her eyes and Ymir started to smack her hands. She got more aggressive as time passed...
Meanwhile...
Historia had almost cried herself to sleep in Mikasa's comforting arms. She shivered a few times while Mikasa whispered hushed condolences to her. Mikasa's phone went off and she picked it up, her eyes grew larger as she saw that the caller ID said 'Annie'.
"Annie?"
"I got her. We're just about to head back. I managed to stop her before she murdered the bastard. We'll be there in five."
"Thanks. See you."
"Yeah." Annie replied dryly before she hung up. Mikasa nudged the young woman nearly asleep who rested against her.
"Historia? They're coming back."
"They are? But Ymir-"
"She was going to get revenge for your sake, but Annie stopped her."
"So... She wasn't going to walk out on me?" Mikasa physically snorted.
"Oh please. Where else would she go without you? You're the only thing that matters to her, you know that, right?"
"Well... I thought..." Historia was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. They were back and Historia was once again terrified. Ymir entered the room again for the second time, this time she seemed a lot more at ease. She seemed gentler. Ymir shuffled her feet awkwardly, as unsure as to how to go about comforting her girlfriend as she could have been. She approached Historia and crouched on the floor in front of her. Ymir cupped her cheek and gave her the most sincerely apologetic look she could possibly manage.
"We can work this out, okay?" Ymir tried to be comforting. She tried her damned hardest because it was her Historia that was upset. "I don't know how, but we can work with this."
"You aren't leaving?" Historia sniffled quietly in response. Ymir moved her hand from Historia's cheek to her hand.
"Hell no. You think I'd care to be anywhere you aren't?" Historia giggled slightly. She didn't notice when Mikasa stood up to go and stand by Annie. The other couple in the room stood next to each other and watched the scene unfold before them. Well, Mikasa watched them and Annie watched Mikasa's reaction intently. The two strangers decided to leave as the rain had just cleared up outside. When they were once again alone, Historia broke the eye contact they held. Ymir placed a large hand on Historia's abdomen. "How long have you known for?"
"About two weeks. I couldn't go on not telling anyone anymore..."
"Please tell me the first person you told was the police."
"Well, sort of."
"Mikasa?" Historia nodded, not wanting to talk about it anymore. Ymir respected that silent wish and simply grasped the back of Historia's neck, pulling her in for a kiss that reassured the smaller woman that everything somehow genuinely would be alright. "We'll fix it Historia."
"I thought you were supposed to be the pessimist."
"Yeah. I am. That means you're in my territory." Ymir kissed her again. "Seriously, we'll fix it somehow. I promise."
"Easier said than done. I don't know if I'll be able to handle this. It's bigger than anything I've been anywhere near doing before."
"It's a good thing you won't be working alone then." Ymir smirked and grasped her hand tighter.
