The girl, Ymir, had many secrets but the beer crate under her bed was a pleasant discovery.

The cans sizzled when they opened them and settled on the cosy bed, while the gorgeous blonde opted to sit on the floor. The silk chiffon twisted around her body, while a faded jeans jacket draped over her shoulders. Whose was this? She wondered, the image of Adonis and his rigid muscles popped in her head.

"Ymir, was it?" Historia broke the awkward silence once she had drained her second can.

"Si," Ymir confirmed.

"Are you and Makisa friends?" Historia waved her hand between the two girls.

"Mikasa." The girl in question corrected.

"Ah, yes, Mikasa ." The name found a hint of chic being on the tongue of a woman wearing Parada studs.

"We just met today. I am as much her friend as you'd be." Ymir shrugged.

Pleasantries to familiarise. Pleasantries to improvise. Mikasa ruled this domain, all she needed was to steer them in the right direction and the magic worked. Still, she had to be careful, the blonde would retreat in her shell if she pressed enough. The slight hiccup from earlier wasn't going to be repeated. Mina, her love, would have been so proud.

"Ladies, ladies, no need to fight over me." Mikasa brought attention to herself. She situated her hand on her chest and looked fondly between the two girls.

"Hardly," Historia scoffed, taking a hard sip followed by a sigh of contentment.

"So what? Did you two run into each other?" Ymir glanced between them. She could deduce their meeting was not a natural circumstance.

"No, I was ogling her boyfriend and she decided to help me come back here," Mikasa smirked, eyeing the blonde to see her reaction.

To her surprise, Historia looked genuinely confused for a moment. "Boyfriend?" Then her mind connected the dots and her lips formed an o. "Oh, you mean him ."

Interesting. Maybe it was the extensive drinking going on that slowed basic motor functions, or there was more to the story than she led on. One particular thing began to stand out, the blonde was adamant about not revealing her status. Spin the wheel and see if this one was committed, single or ready to mingle.

"Help you? Are you bad with directions or something?" Ymir prodded, her eyebrows knitted together.

"I was drunk, you see." She chimed.

"If being drunk was what she was then I don't know what I am right now." Historia chuckled, dragging her arm over her mouth to clean the residue of beer clinging to her porcelain skin.

"You're relaxed," Ymir concluded.

"And your phone is lighting up like it's the 4th of July." She pointed at the phone laying next to the blonde's feet, there was the fur-covered purse and her previously finished beer cans. No judgement, of course. But could that tiny hold her liquor well?

"No one important should be messaging me." Historia rolled her eyes and kicked her phone to the side.

She felt the bed move when Ymir laid down next to her, the yellowish lamplight cast its claws on her sun-kissed skin. The braid was now undone, the freckles were evident and everything was slimmed down to a more earthy look. The white tank top did a lot to actuated her lean body and curved breast. Where did the shy girl disappear? Or was she just an illusion, Mikasa wondered. Her typecasting needed amendments, an extra hot was needed next to the tall cutie's name.

"Is it the boyfriend Mikasa mentioned?" Ymir watched the screen light up again. She could have thrown a kiss Ymir's way, that girl was doing most of the heavy - lifting and the blonde had no reason to suspect malicious intent.

"Him? Messaging? What a joke." Historia snorted. It was unmissable, the scorn in her eyes.

"Sounds like an asshole." Mikasa chimed in, always ready to align her opinion based on who she was speaking to. To help to coo the hierarchy in her favour, however, if you became too agreeable then you'd be the lap dog.

Ymir gestured between Historia and her phone. "The vibes I'm getting here is that your relationship isn't stable." It was a leap, it was a hook. The tall cutie seemed as interested in knowing the blonde's status as she was.

"RELATIONSHIP. Imagine relationship - ing a man whose definition of commitment is cheating." Historia snickered, there was no pain in her utterance, just unrestrained resentment. Only for a second, though. The popular couldn't phrase her actual opinion which could bite her later. It was suspicious how she neither affirmed nor denied the possibility of a boyfriend.

"Uber asshole." She tipped her can of beer and took a sip. Too many stories could be combed from the threads the blonde left, but she couldn't approach those topics without giving a warning sign.

"You bet, honestly, I don't even give a rat's arse about him." Historia crushed the beer can between her hands and slammed it on the floor. More littering, great.

There was rage, there were hints of disdain splashed all over. What did he do to you? The question bubbled up, accompanied by the reality that the gorgeous blonde too played a part. A part she seemed discontent with.

Now they were getting somewhere.

"Then why do you, you know, get involved with him?" Ymir's head was supported on her palm and her gaze showed little to no care.

Perhaps she was just as curious, or simply bored enough to entertain the blonde. Yet she spoke with such familiarity, she reeked of a person who knew how to insert themselves in a conversation. Where did you go, shy girl? Better yet, why did you disappear now? Mikasa's delight was the little mysteries popping like mushrooms in moist ground.

Historia considered the question. She truly considered it. She was biting her lower lip and looked lost in thoughts. Mikasa knew this look too well, she knew the circumstances that initiated such a face. When you lacked any proper explanation but didn't want to look shallow.

Mikasa clapped her hands and nearly choked when she laughed. "It's the sex isn't it."

Historia looked at her like she was her soul sister. Those blue eyes found a new form of understanding as they peered into her grey ones. "He is good at it, I'd give him that." The blonde shrugged.

"Are you my long lost sister who mama forgot in the amusement park?" Mikasa gasped.

It was almost heartwarming for her that this blonde reminded her of the girls back home. Ah, her girls. They usually said the right ones sometimes fall in your arms and you just gotta roll with it. There she was expecting a catfight but ended up with a soul sister.

"Don't say that, since I find you attractive and I don't want to feel like I'm finding family attractive. Again." Historia laughed, her head falling back against the mattress.

". . . again?" Ymir sat up, confused.

This was taking turns she could never predict. "No judgement here, all I'm saying is -"

It took the blonde a bit to even realize what she might have implied and she cringed. "Not like that, disgusting."

Bingo.

"Explain, my dear. You cannot leave us hanging like this." Mikasa insisted, she was gripping onto the mattress ends.

The perfect opportunities just present themselves. The tipsy blonde seemed like she had much to unload and the circumstances were tipped in her favour. She couldn't help but admire herself over such an achievement. Or a fluke as Hitch would say.

The blonde looked between the girls, assessing whether to continue or not. "His stepbrother should have married my stepsister by now." There was indifference evident in her voice accompanied by withdrawn eyes.

"Should have? Wait, so he's your brother-in-law." Ymir, now interested, further questioned.

"I don't particularly care about the details, haven't really kept up with their wedding prepositions." Historia shrugged it off.

Vulnerabilities. The blonde reeked of an estranged family, especially how she barely offered a positive take on anything. Her mother seemed to be in a particular sore spot and the father didn't seem well regarded. Oh, yes, the Adonis appeared to have a more intimate relationship with this one, much deeper than a superficial fuck buddy. Where were the lines buried? Where did it go wrong, gorgeous blonde? There was much to be desired but the patient ones got the answers.

"A brother-in-law by four quarters." Ymir counted on her hand.

"Or three quarters, I don't know what fraction step-siblings produce." Mikasa offered, deciding joking was the best course here.

"You know the funny thing is, they met through us and now I am fucking my brother-in-law." Historia's dry laugh filled the room. There was something uncanny about it, not just the implications but how unperturbed she looked.

"Four quarters brother-in-law."

"I still say three quarters."

"Guys, please." Historia roared with laughter and bits of tears were dabbed away from under her eyes.

Ymir and Mikasa shared a side glance, both relished in the fact that their comradery was yielding results. This blonde seemed to have a lot on her mind and their gentle probing was easing her up. If anything her story was entertaining, the kind of shit you'd tell your gals as gossip. The absurdity of the situation was the amusement.

"Were you two on a date or something when they met?" Ymir with her piqued interest continued. How lonely must a girl be to reveal so much to strangers she met that day? The thought did occur between the two who delved in their curiosity.

"No, his stepbrother had a Ted Talk about anticonceptives and he invited us. My stepsister is a progesterone researcher - and, well, you can guess the rest." Historia sighed and slouched further on the floor.

Ymir circled her can of beer and took a sip. "So they bonded over abortion." Her little quip placed a smile on the blonde's face.

"Quite the love story, I tell you. People are actually afraid to ask if they'd have kids." Historia smirked, it was almost as if she remembered a positive moment. Her eyes had grown softer from ice to a warm ocean.

Mikasa had to seize the moment. She carefully considered her next words and backed up enough logic. Sure, getting close to the gorgeous blonde would be worth some mobility on the social ladder, but she clearly answered to Adonis. The blonde could rattle on as long as she wanted, but it was meaningless if Adonis wasn't involved. Armed with her lady luck's kiss and timing, she took a chance and uttered the following:

"Doesn't sound like a recent story, so does that mean you and Ado - Eren go way back?"

Historia combed through her silky blonde locks and didn't seem as tight-lipped as before. "I have known him since Middle school, but it was in High School when we really interacted." There was no ounce of delight in these memories.

"Because you became gorgeous?" Ymir too took a chance and slipped in a compliment. It was done so naturally that the blonde was taken back, she blinked a few times as if she needed to affirm that she heard right.

Unlike before there was a little smile on her face, clearly not from the memories she presented, this left Ymir the culprit. "Yes, precisely why we interacted. He had quite the growth spurt too, grew out his hair and shit. Grew into the arsehole everyone tolerates now." She threw her hands up out of frustration.

He became Adonis. The information the blonde had offered was valuable, it implied there was a before and after. There was a vulnerability and there was a possibility of exploitation. Admittedly, she didn't know what she was going to do but testing the waters seemed like the best strategy. Sweet Mina would be so enthralled if she could see what Mikasa had up her sleeves.

Ymir, unlike her, wasn't as interested in the tales of a man accused of being a jerk. It left a sour taste in Ymir's mouth considering the morning events, how those boys picked a random room and behaved like they owned the place. Mikasa hadn't forgotten about their little stunt either, she had every intention of making those seven pay later. Wouldn't that require dethroning the king? Oh, where her ambitions took her.

"You both need a better taste in men." Ymir gestured between the two; one whose face was flushed from excessive drinking and the other dreaming about owning the hierarchy.

"I feel nothing for him, say that to this one, she was falling over him. Literally." Historia protested, her hand rested on her chest like she couldn't believe anyone would think that.

Eyes fell on Mikasa and she carefully picked her response. "In my defence he is hot," she joked, tilting her head to the side. The more airheaded she looked the better it would be for her. Nothing was more aloof than falling for a guy because he possessed six-packs.

"That's it?" Ymir's brow knitted together, the disappointment was evident.

"No, I just have this urge to collect arseholes then offer them love with hopes that they will change into caring creatures under my womanly guidance." Mikasa's words were laced with sarcasm, as she positioned her hand on her forehead doing her best Snow White impression.

They burst out laughing, the sound ricocheted between the chipped white walls of their room. Maybe the neighbours were hearing and thinking these girls were having the time of their lives, but in reality, it was all a fleeting moment.

"So you just want to fuck him," Historia concluded between her panting, laughing appeared to be hurting her sides. Poor thing, did she forget how to do it?

"Don't get me wrong, it's not just him, hot people just make me want to strangle them between my thighs," Mikasa evaded, there was nothing in her verbalization that could present a different picture. She had learned humour was the best deflection, especially when you needed to hide your motives.

Historia nearly choked on her saliva, but she managed to point her shaky finger towards her. "This ones a keeper."

Ymir was not impressed. "Well, if sex is the only thing then find someone else. He seems barely worth the trouble." She looked at Historia as if she could stare into her soul and demand its authenticity.

"God, you should be my therapist," Historia deflected, with a nonchalant chuckle.

Mikasa could sense there was a purpose behind the narrowing down. Unlike her, Ymir was not interested in Adonis's debacle but what the blonde had to say. Not the most unusual interaction, perhaps friendship was in mind. Or was that all? Mina's voice rang in her head.

"I offer free therapy on weekends." Ymir retorted, her lips curved in a soft smirk.

Historia grew silent, her eyes locked on the girl whose brazen choice of words left much to desire. Then something clicked and she lunged for her purse producing a silver card. "Here's my number, call your #1 patient."

Ymir scrawled taking the sleek card. "Really, a business card?"

"Well, you never know," Historia grinned and gave a little shoulder roll.

"We'll see." Ymir returned the smile but she made it obvious it was just a snide response. She threw the card on the side table and a little pout could be noticed appearing on Historia's face.

Interesting. If she wasn't going to push the conversation would die, if she brought it up again then the blonde would grow suspicious. Taking a chance she decided to push and see how the girl in question reacted.

"What about me? I could take him off your hands and -" Mikasa smirked, but her words were cut short.

"He's not a good person, it's better you don't get involved with him," Historia scoffed, she looked rigid now with determined eyes. Not out of a sense of jealousy but the silver of concern.

"I am a tough cookie," Mikasa pressed further.

"I won't say it again, not worth it," Historia sharply responded, her finger pointed in Mikasa's direction. There was no room left for any interpretation.

She tried to look surprised as if she wasn't expecting this turn. But inside she was cheering, it was obvious to her Adonis had a past and it had nothing to do with what the gorgeous blonde felt for him. The resentment was evident in every tone but there was a tint of fear. Fear of what? Now that was the million-dollar question. She had known many assholes and what they were capable of, but she had to determine Adonis's level.

Ymir, however, found it redundant. She let out a long sigh and gestured between the two girls. "So Historia and Mikasa have you considered double major?"

"I am fine with my Business Studies." Historia's face lit up.

"The only double major I want is me and being paid to sleep in my bed," Mikasa quipped. It was a lie, she had her studies planned to the smallest detail. But she couldn't show it because her illusion had no room for being smart.

"Speaking of, I should get going, it's getting late." Historia groaned standing up, she picked up her heels in one hand and the rest in another hand.

"Want us to walk you there?" Ymir offered, walking the gorgeous blonde to the door.

"I am too popular for anyone to try anything, don't worry," Historia proudly declared, giving her hair a stylish fling.

"Self-confidence is sexy," Mikasa gave a wave following them to the door.

"Thank you, good night," Historia's face beamed with a smile followed by narrowing her gaze towards Mikasa. "Don't forget, he is bad for you." She pointed her fingers between their eyes implying 'I have my eyes on you.'

The door was shut behind the gorgeous blonde. Mikasa shifted on her other leg, leaned against Ymir with her arm supported on her shoulder. They both continued to stare at the partly polished wooden door.

"Can't tell if she wants to take care of me or pull my hair, push me against the wall and make me call her daddy," Mikasa chuckled.

"All the above," Historia hollered from the other side followed by a laugh that faded away.

"Well, that was eventful." Ymir folded her arms.

"Stick with me and your whole year would be eventful." Mikasa made a gun with her fingers and shot it next to Ymir's ear.

"Sounds like a warning," Ymir rolled her eyes.

"An offer of friendship, more like."

"Now it sounds like a threat."

Author note: Ah yes I am a casual Zeke x Frieda shipper, how could you tell? I swear one way or another gonna get Kruger x Lara in this too xD Anyways, how honest do you think Historia was with them? Next chapter we're gonna meet the lovely Armin and Annie. (with a spin ofc)

Thank you dlz xD Yees, this fic is surprisingly fun to write instead of me feeling like crying every 5 min. Also, Floch for sure made that face haha.

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