So if this is good i’ll probably write more on it? We’ll see.

In a time like this,you wouldn’t have to question what the odds of any soldier coming within arms length of Ymir and not getting their throats slit was. One look at her was all it took to feel the anger and distress she felt-- it was radiating off of her, an aura one could feel for miles. As the soldiers flew through the sky, as some lost their lives and some came close, every last one of them had the sense something was wrong, they felt Ymir’s sadness, even the ones that were stationed at other areas of the walls.

The brunettes scream would have been drowned out by all the fighting that was going on around her, but because Ymirs voice was so distinguishable, and because you hardly even heard the woman speak, it was ear piercing and heart wrenching for everyone.

It was scary, that Ymir, the soldier with no heart and a temptress for bad luck had fallen to her knees on the ground, tears pouring from her eyes and blades free from her hands, in front of a fallen beauty sprawled on the ground. Blonde hair, white teeth, cream fabric, it’d all been stained in deep crimson, and who could tell what color it’d been before the disgusting substance had ruined it had they not seen her before?

“Krista, hey…” Ymir was shaking, hand reaching out to press two fingers against the girl who she assumed was deads neck, the pulse she was so desperately searching for so low that it may as well have been out, and to top it all off Krista was out cold.

As the brunette moved closer to the girl, her knees moved the puddle of blood she sat in with a stomach churning noise, Ymir was in shock. “This is all because of me,” she said, amber eyes widened and irises shaking. Her statement wasn’t true, Ymir had been on an entirely different section than Krista had, what could she have done?

In her fear induced shock, a memory came to her, one that she’d pushed down centuries ago.

She’d had a situation so similiar to this, at another time in her life, but her gift hadn’t worked then...Ymir had to hope that it would now.

Bloodshot eyes took a frantic, quick look at their surroundings, Ymirs hands redoing her hair into a ponytail to get the sweat soaked strands out of her face, and when she pulled it so tight that it snapped the hairband, Ymir did something that if, and only if,Krista survived, she may get scolded for later. Picking up her blade, the woman held the hair she could put back in a ponytail in one hand, and sliced the strands off with the blade in the other. Her hair was a distraction, everything was bothering her right now as a matter of fact.

“Oi, I don’t know if you can hear me anymore,” Ymir started, voice raspy from the strain her scream earlier had put on her vocal cords “Or hell, if you’ll ever be able to again, but…” Ymir’s voice seemed to get softer and softer as she spoke, placing her hands over the gash a titans teeth had put in the stomach of her beloved, a fatal mark that proved it had attacked, as if it needed to. The more she talked to the lifeless, pale body on the ground, the calmer she became, and the calmer she became, the more steam came from her hands. “I love you, don’t you ever allow them to separate us on the battlefield for any reason ever again.” As Ymir’s power worked at repairing Krista’s scrambled internal organs, she wasn’t aware of the few lone soldiers who had gathered around her, how could she have been?

“Because if you die out here, The gods had better help every last person I see.” Ah, there it was. The threat that would cause Ymir trouble later, that would get her locked up if Krista didn’t awake. The color slowly started to return to Krista’s skin, Pink flushing her cheeks and chest rising and falling with steady, unsure breaths but god, at least she was still able to breathe. By the time Ymir had healed her unsightly gash enough for her to be able to see the process, Krista’s eyes opened. Ymir could have celebrated right then, but there was still healing to do, and though this process was exhausting mentally and physically she wouldn’t stop until the job was done. The soldiers could do nothing but watch, it wasn’t like they realized what Ymir was doing, and their assumptions were way off. Krista wasn’t a titan, but they would frame her as one, and Ymir had never been one to be trusted under any circumstances. God, this could go either way, good or bad, and it was all at the hands of Krista to help guide it.

When the fatal gash had closed, all that remained was a rather unsightly scar. Ymir wasn’t quite sure if what she did was something she could ever manage to do again, and honestly she wasn’t even sure how she did it. As a titan, she’d always been able to heal herself, from things as minor as losing a tooth to losing a limb, there was barely anything she couldn’t survive. Still, it was unheard of for a titan to have the ability to heal another, especially when said individual was a human.

#Angst #Romance #Violence #Monsters #Inhuman #Fanfiction #Attack on titan