Chamomile

Chapter 1: Metting Her

When you first laid eyes on the giant woman, you were appalled that she shot her supposed comrades to death. The nasty old men who were screaming their "descendant of the devils" nonsense were quickly shut down. Wow.. what a woman.

"Oh Eren, (y/n), I've always wanted to meet you."

Huh? She's wanted to meet you? Who the hell is she?

"That big lady shot her allies to death." Said Connie.

Jean replied, "We can't trust them. They're either on our side or not."

"That's one.. big lady. I thought Ymir was big! She's even taller than Bertoldt! She wants to meet me, huh? I would never deny an invitation from a pretty lady."

Connie giggled at your reply. Of course, Sasha being Sasha, she was slumped. Mikasa took the liberty to grab both of your ponytails and pull them upwards. "(Y/n), stop being weird. And don't sleep, Sasha."

Well, the big lady wasn't so bad. Her name was Yelena. Yelena.. you wondered what her last name was. Could she be hiding something? You have never seen eyes so bleak and mysterious before. Did she have birthmarks, or was she just exhausted all the time? When she spoke, she had such a lovely, deep voice.

It wasn't too long before she came to you.

Yelena's eyes gleamed with joy. "You're Eren's little sister. Zeke told me all about you." Well, I guess she's not really worth anything, so don't focus on her too much counts. Bearing the name Jaeger is what piqued Yelena's interest, though. Not to mention, you were just the cutest little thing.

"Yeah.. everyone likes him. I'm just his sister. I didn't get all this titan stuff, though."

She placed your hand on your shoulder, "Don't think like that, dear. I'm sure you're an amazing soldier. Quite a cute one."

Your face went hot, "Uh, thanks." Then, your confidence got to your head, "I think you're quite beautiful as well."

"How about we have some tea?"

"Believe or not, I have a nice little place up yonder. It'll just be you and I."

"I would love to."

You squeed internally, like an excited little girl, "I have some stuff to do, but I'll walk you there tonight."

The two of you scheduled a time and a meeting place and exchanged goodbyes. She was off, but you for one, were a giddy little baby.

Years ago, Ymir and Historia helped you realize that you were not into guys.

Gossiping about all of the boys there, you admitted to kissing Armin on the lips.

"I don't know how they do it. His breath tasted like milk and it gave me bad tingly feelings! Ick! Why can't we just choose a girl to be best friends with and move to a different island away from all these groty boys!"

Before you could produce your next thought, Ymir's face was inches away from yours. She backed you against the wall, you could feel her breath against your lips. What the hell was happening? Her hand grabbing your hair felt so good, you could feel sweet tingly feelings in your private areas. Your breathing got embarrassingly heavier.

When Ymir's lips locked with yours, your little heart soared. Your hands grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

That's when she pulled away laughing. "Armin's not gross, silly, you're just not into guys!"

Well, he was when he peed himself that one time, but whatever. Wow. You were so embarrassed, all you wanted to do in that moment was off yourself.

It was rare to meet pretty girls who were also into girls, and love wasn't something that was guaranteed in the most dangerous part of the military. Most of the time, you were high and dry.