Happy Valentines peeps!

Tonight was a cool night. The sky was clear and dark with the exception of the stars that accompanied the moon way up high. The air, crisp and cool with the occasional fresh breeze. And the streets, lively with mischievous people looking to have a good time.

It was a perfect night for the people of the town. The sheriff was even at the scene looking to have a beer. You see, tonight was the night when a country celebrity was set to arrive at the bar and put on a performance.

Everyone was excited. Whether the excitement was to meet the singer or for the free beers that the bar owner was giving out to commemorate the occasion, that depended on who you asked.

A group of girls sat at a table near the back talking amongst themselves about how great it would be to meet their first real celebrity. Especially an openly trans singer.

The only person not in a festive mood was a young woman with short brown hair and bored brown eyes. Her expression tied into a frown and fixed on the mug in front of her.

Condensation covered the glass which entertained her as droplets ran down its exterior. She felt lucky that the bartender never checked anyone's ID. She'd forgotten to update her fake ID. It wasn't just because she was underage but she also didn't have any real identification that tied her to the country.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I am ecstatic to announce that it's almost time for what most of us have been waiting for I'm sure." Bar owner called into the microphone in his hand. His fat moustache reminded her of a rat.

"You don't seem to be interested in what's going on," a young man with sandy grey hair approached the girl.

"Fuck off, Jean," she growled.

"I can't do that when curiosity sinks its claws into me. You should know that by now," he laughed scratching the stubble on his face.

"If I tell you, will you fuck off?"

"Tell me why you're here and then I'll give you an answer," Jean chuckled.

Jean's comment made her roll her eyes, "Fine. I'm here for the booze. I heard they were going to give them for free. Who would pass up on free beer? Happy?"

"I call bullshit," Jean denied. "I know you've never paid a dime in this bar despite the number of beers you've 'bought' from Mister Sadies. I finally know all about your past Ms Drifter and the fraud you've committed." Jean gave a threatening smile though Ymir knew he would never do anything with that information.

Jean was about to continue but stopped when he was interrupted by the girls sitting at the table next to them.

"Jean! Come join us!"

"Hey there, Sasha!" He gave a two finger salute. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I already promised Ymir here that I would give her some company tonight!" He ignored Ymir's murderous look.

Ymir brought the giant glass up to her lips and allowed her eyes to roam around the establishment. All of the people that had been outside participating in the drag races, illegal recreations, and other events had been pouring in since Sadies' announcement. That must mean that it was about time for the festivities to commence.

"Ladies and Gents! I am proud to hold this event and to present, the one, the only. ELIZABETH. TYBUR!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as the lights dimmed everywhere except on the stage. The curtains pulled back to reveal a beautiful young raven haired girl sitting on a chair with a guitar in her hands.

Ymir kept her bored expression focused on a painting on the opposite side of the room even as the girl began to sing.

"I remember you, sitting in the yard

Always singing along as I refused to let down my guard"

She didn't know why but slowly, Elizabeth's performance claimed Ymir's attention and she ended up being drawn by the piercing golden eyes the singer possessed.

Her eyes traced the singer's lips. They memorised every movement they took to pronounce the words in her song.

"Do you like what you see?" Jean smiled.

"It's definitely not that bad," she said with amusement.

"Thank you for coming everyone!" Elizabeth proclaimed. "I had a wonderful time performing for yall but now it's time for me to have a wonderful time partying with ya!"

Both watched the singer as she mingled with the crowd letting out the occasional laughter and going through a few bottles of alcohol along the way. Jean would look at Ymir and study her reactions which would be hard to do considering how closed off she tends to get.

"If— if I didn't know any better… I would think that you have fallen in love."

"In your dreams," Ymir flicked a peanut into the air and watched as it fell on someone's head. The person didn't even notice as it bounced off softly from his wild hair. But it was enough to rouse a snort out of her.

"That's good. Because if you're not after her, then that means she's free."

Ymir sat calmly, gazing at the peanuts on the table, but a small twitch in her foot betrayed her as Jean stood up and set off as a man on a mission.

She thought she was in the clear. The singer would be gone, perhaps having a fling with Jean before leaving and going back to whichever small town she came from. Weatherford, Oklahoma, don't ask how she knows it would just piss her off.

At some point, Jean managed to guide the singer toward the table. Ymir choked on her drink when Elizabeth sat down in front of her.

Alcohol dripped from her nose making her laugh. Ymir was annoyed and she quickly dried up the incident before composing herself.

"Hope you don't mind," Jean said smugly. "The only other reason I could think of with your denial is that you must be a big fan of hers."

Ymir rapped her fingers on the table suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. Why couldn't he just take his conquest somewhere else?

"I'm not going to help you seduce her," she stated.

"Aw. You're so sweet." Ymir briefly froze at Elizabeth's compliment. "You must be a big fan of me," Elizabeth giggled.

Ymir grunted. Her eyes flitted around but landed on the bottle she guessed they were all now sharing despite it being hers initially.

"I do have one question for you though, Elizabeth." Ymir put down her shot glass.

"Oh no. You don't have to call me Elizabeth. Eliza's fine. I like you enough to know that we'll get along fine."

"Why are you so damn bubbly?! It looks like nothing can drag you down in this shit world," Ymir pointed an accusing finger towards her.

Elizabeth looked surprised at the tone. Her brows furrowed for a second and her lips were curled but they transformed again, softening into pity.

"Because, there's no point in being angry at life. I'm a country star, I'm not rich but I'm also not struggling. I can also do what I love without having to worry about danger. My death is the only thing that poses a danger to me and it's unpredictable and uncontrollable. So why should I worry about it? I can just hope it's a nice send off next to my loved ones."

"Heh, ain't that the truth," Jean snickered. "I knew a guy who's got a death wish. He enlisted in the military and roped his friends into it. They could've taken a page out of your book, the girl who won't leave his side especially," he took a sour swig from his bottle.

"Any special history between you two? You and the girl?" Elizabeth teased.

"Yeah. I asked her out once and she blew me off for him."

"I can't see it. You're too cute to be blown off."

Ymir groaned at the flirting. She was starting to see something and she didn't like it.

"Just so you know. I had nothing to do with this, you're just the one stupid enough to fall for this bastard. I'm going for a walk," she rolled her eyes.

Ymir barged past Sasha's group ignoring their calls and fled outside.

People were gathered out here standing by their cars or motorcycles and just chilling. None of them batted an eye as Ymir leaned over the railing from the establishment's porch and just kept to themselves. It was this kind of respect that Ymir was appreciating.

She didn't even know why she was working herself up over nothing. Sure, she liked the girl. But this was just a celebrity crush. Celebrity crushes have always been too stupid to count as anything real and only fangirls were serious about them. She's never even had a problem with jealousy either.

"Hey, Marco." Ymir greeted as she hauled herself onto the porch's rails and sat leaning on one of the columns.

She let her head hang back and closed her eyes. Fresh air rubbed against her cheeks and hands draining the heat that had been building up due to the alcohol. It was peaceful out here. There were arguably even more people out here shooting the breeze but they didn't compete to be heard since they were so spread out.

"Ymir?" Marco's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard about Elizabeth Tybur. I just wanted to see her perform in peace but Jean was being Jean."

Marco was still looking at her wide eyed when she looked at him expecting to hear a response.

"Oh come on. You know I always come here to drink. It's the only place that never cared about checking IDs," she glared.

"I- I know that. But… it's just that you've never liked the party scene," Marco coughed.

"If you're just going to keep looking at me with that stupid expression then I should just go somewhere else." Ymir jumped off the rails and landed on the dirt lot.

"Wait. I'm sorry," Marco tried to apologise but Ymir was already gone.

Ymir began humming as she approached the creek that flowed just a few feet away from the establishment. "No one comes as the Dead Women Cross. Dead Women cross as they lose their love. We lose our love as…"

"We lose ourselves." Elizabeth's voice finished the song, startling Ymir. "I wrote that song because of my Nan. She died a few years after I made my debut. Cancer. Only me and my brother went to her funeral despite her raising the whole family."

Ymir didn't react as the girl sat down next to her. The two were silent, looking at the water flow as it reflected the stars above.

"There's also a creek in my hometown like this. Dead Women Crossing it's called." She kept talking. "I'm not always 'happy go lucky' you know. I'm a singer and I have to be appealing to everyone else."

"No you don't," Ymir contradicted. "You can be who you want to be. Fuck everyone else. What's the point of living if you need to please everyone else."

Elizabeth smiled. "I like you. You're not afraid to speak your mind. But there are also times when you need to know when to please. I wouldn't have gotten this far if I didn't put on a mask."

"Then why are you taking off your mask in front of me?" Ymir raised an eyebrow.

"Because I feel like I can without you judging me." That earned a scoff. "I hope I see you around again someday."

Ymir didn't react as Elizabeth left. She sat with a clear head and a steady heart. She was all alone now just like she wanted. But it didn't feel right. Her hands were cold and her pants were starting to moisten from the dew collecting on the grass.

Was this heartbreak?

She couldn't complain though. She barely knew the girl despite feeling like there were ages of history between them. Besides, how does that saying go? If you love someone let them go? It doesn't mean that she likes the feeling of losing, however.

So as many might notice, this isn't the same Lara Tybur from the show, it's still Elizabeth Tybur, our protagonist from the fanfic. As such she's keeping her changes like the appearance she ended up assuming. I might continue this little world just like Isayama created his high school spinoff.

I just don't know if I want to make this a series or not because I also have other ideas for one shots that I want to do. Or maybe I can do both and release it as an anthology just like I've been doing with the Interludes.

As some of you might also guess, I suck at writing song lyrics. That's why I only put in the two that took me a day to think up.