A/N: Just a five paragraph fic that I posted on Tumblr and decided to finally post here. This is meant to take place when all the Titans are defeated and stuff. Warning, lesbians ahead! If you don't like it, why are you reading it?

Christa is looking around the battlefield and she pushes the hair out of her face and hurriedly ties it up with the rubber band around her wrist. She's glad she carried an extra because the one she was using earlier had already snapped. In the heat of battle, she had no time to replace it until it was over.

She was stumbling past friends and stepping on corpses, looking for that one person, that one person who changed her life and suddenly Christa is terrified because there's the possibility that she'll be meeting with a cold corpse that has to be buried, and will only be mourned by a small handful of people.

And then Christa catches sight of the smoking husk of a titan. Eren is helping Ymir off of it and once she is standing, once she is able to form a coherent nod of thanks, he shakes his head and pushes her towards Christa.

For a second, Christa stares at her. Ymir stares back. She isn't sure which one of them moves first, but suddenly, they push through the mass of soldiers running about trying to help injured comrades or drag off the dead to burn or bury, and they collide.

Christa is lifted off her feet and the world is spinning and she can see stars and she's sobbing into Ymir's neck and saying her name over and over. It's the only thing in the world that matters to her. Ymir finally gets her to shut up when she cups Christa's cheeks and pulls her in for a sloppy kiss, murmuring her name, her real name, lovingly against dry lips.