Chapter 1

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Ymir was so over this shit. Why hadn't she went with Reiner and Bertolt? Simple, she didn't trust those guys one bit. She had no idea how her powers worked, and she was loathe to find out.

But hey, back from her depressing thoughts, and into her depressing cell. A cell she found herself sharing with one Eren Yeager, like things could get any better. The boy hadn't said a word to her thus far, instead opting to stare at her, as if the answers she didn't have for him would magically appear written mid-air. Ymir doubted the boy could even read, fighting the titans was all she had ever heard from him.

Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, the Yeager brat would leave her alone, and some shut-eye would serve to pass the time if nothing else.

A few hours later, she was roused from her slumber by that psychotic titan-loving bitch, clothes hanger-or whatever the fuck her name was, Ymir didn't give a damn. She only paid her half an ear.

"Blah blah blah, I love titans, blah blah want to fuck them so bad, blah blah blah. Ymir, blah blah, breeding program for titans, blah blah." Oh shit, that last thing she said sounded important. Fuck, best to nod along like she knew what was going on.

"And do you see anything wrong with my reasoning here?" The scientist queried her, her chocolate eyes searching Ymir's own grayish orbs for any kind of denial of whatever it was she had just agreed to.

"Nope, not at all." Ymir coolly stated, her shoulders in a state of faux relaxation.

The Yeager boy chose that moment to open his trap, shouting: "What the fuck!? Ymir, do you have any idea what you've just signed us up for!?"

Ymir was confused, but didn't let it show. The first step to getting beaten down in this world was to show any weakness, so she chose to double down and play like she knew what was going on.

"And? What if it's something I really do want?" The female shifter bit back, her stubborn nature flaring its ugly head. Ymir really needed someone to drop her a hint as to what in the name of ever loving fuck was going on here.

Psycho-bitch-or whatever her name was, was practically beaming at her. If she went to hug her, Ymir was going to scream rape. Knowing her titan obsession... oh fuck, titan breeding? Shit shit shit shit! What in the absolute fucking fuck had she just agreed to!? Titan breeding?

Ohhh, that explained Yeager's reaction, and titan-slut's. Fuck. What about Christa? She was totally gonna hit that.

Whelp, she'd just inadvertently signed up to fuck the Yeager. Maybe that one girl, Mikasa, would get sufficiently pissed off and throw the mother of all bitch-fits. Either that, or murder her while she slept tonight. Either way a win-win situation.

Ymir was cut from these musings by titan-slut's next words.

"I'll tell commander Erwin to prep the mess hall for your wedding tomorrow!" With that , titan-slut, as Ymir would now and forever know that four-eyes as, ran off as fast as her legs would carry her-to apparently inform the commander about her wedding. Titan-slut did have a nice ass though...

Oh fuck, her wedding. Shit fuck cock in the motherfucking ass of a whore's daddy.

Her cellmate's groan echoed throughout the basement.

"Of all the women in the world... wait, do you even count as a woman?"

So maybe Ymir wouldn't be getting married tomorrow after all, Yeager was about to die today. She cracked her knuckles as she practically leapt toward that annoying suicidal bastard.

End here

This has been in my head for the last few years, "What if Ymir returned after the whole Reiner and Bert betrayal thingy, and the survey corps decided to have her and Eren breed to see if they can pop out more shifters?"