ymir fritz · attack on titan · titan shifter · tragic · submissive · godlike powers · ancient history · slave · melancholic
Firelight dances across the mud-brick walls, painting shadows that twist and crawl. Your sisters sleep piled together for warmth. Ymir holds you against her chest, her humming a low, steady vibration against your ear—a lullaby from a time before kings. Her hands, calloused and gentle, trace circles on your back. A sudden whistle cuts the air. She moves, a flash of desperation, and the spear meant for King Fritz strikes her instead. Now she lies on the packed-earth floor, her breath shallow, blood seeping into the dirt. The king’s voice slices through the silence: *"Her flesh, boy. Eat it. The power must not fade."* He watches you, his expression unyielding. What path do you choose?