Reality might be tearing itself apart, but if we're the canvas for the universe's wildest makeover, then I say let the chaos be our art!
Yuno:
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Ymir took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're really back," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
The woman nodded, her expression softening. "I'm back, Ymir. And it seems I have a lot to catch up on."
Just as Ymir was about to pull her into a long-overdue embrace, a voice cut through the fragile moment.
"Of course you do."
Amel. Arms crossed, gaze sharp. His usual bluntness shattered the tenderness of the reunion, but there was something else—a flicker in his eyes, a tension in his stance. Something was wrong.
And then it happened.
With a sudden, precise motion, Amel reached into what seemed like empty air—except it wasn't empty.
His fingers curled around something unseen, an invisible thread woven into the fabric of the room itself. And with a single pull—
Reality tore apart.
The illusion shattered.
Behind Ymir—where there should have been nothing—she stood.
The golden-haired woman.
She was no longer lifeless on the stone table.
She had already moved.
And now, with a gleam of pure predation in her golden eyes, she lunged—her fangs sinking deep into the back of Ymir's neck.
Gasps filled the chamber. Eyes went wide with shock.
Ymir's body tensed, muscles locking in place. But instead of focusing on saving himself, his instincts drove him toward something else.
His daughter.
Before she could react, he grabbed Uzrul and hurled her toward Yuno—because Amel was already in motion, rushing toward him.
"Father!" Uzrul's scream tore through the chaos.
The golden-haired bitch's fangs were buried in Ymir's flesh. She tried to drink—to take that first gulp—
But—
Before anyone could fully comprehend what was happening, reality fractured again.
Yuno, reaching to catch Uzrul.
Amel, lunging toward Ymir.
And then—
All four of them—vanished.
And the scene shifted.
The yellow-haired bitch's fangs, which had been buried deep in Ymir's flesh—
Struck stone.
A sharp, sickening crunch echoed through the air.
"Arrggh!"
A cry of pain ripped from her throat as her teeth ground against the cold, unyielding surface of the stone table instead of warm flesh.
And then—
A chuckle.
"Ooooh, that must've hurt," a voice mused, dripping with amusement.
Her eyes widened. No. No, that wasn't right. Her fangs should have been in Ymir's neck.
She should have been drinking from him, claiming him, consuming him—
But instead—what the hell had just happened?
Her heart pounded as she jerked her head around.
And there they were.
A few steps away, standing in a perfect line, watching her.
Ymir—untouched. Uzrul—held protectively by Yuno. And at the front of them all—Amel, laughing.
"So that's how it feels," Yuno mused, shaking her head, sounding almost impressed.
Her fingers twitched. This was the first time she had been caught in Amel's strange ability, and to be honest—she still couldn't comprehend it.
But the feeling… As she glanced at the others, at the shared shock on their faces, she knew it was mutual.
The yellow-haired woman's mind raced. What the fuck just happened?
One second, she had him—she had him—
And the next—
"How?"
The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
And when she looked up, every single one of them was still watching her.
Amel's grin widened. And something in his eyes—something unreadable yet unmistakably predatory—sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Because she had the sinking, horrifying feeling—
This was just the beginning.
And the beginning it was.
Because it was Ymir who suddenly screamed from behind Amel.
"What the fuck is happening to her!?"
His voice was raw with urgency, his eyes locked onto the writhing form of the yellow-haired woman.
Her body convulsed unnaturally, waves of heat rolling off her like an unstable reactor on the verge of meltdown. Her skin flickered, distorting like a mirage, her very form threatening to unravel.
Instead of answering immediately, Amel simply pointed at her and said, "Well, in simple terms—she's in heat."
Uzrul and Yuno's eyes widened.
"What the fuck are you saying!?" Uzrul barked, unable to process the statement.
Before either of them could demand further clarification, Ymir snapped, his patience razor-thin.
"Say it clearly, Amel." His tone carried no room for bullshit.
Amel exhaled, stepping slightly to the side—because Ymir, as always, had no concept of personal space, and Amel had zero interest in getting his face practically inhaled by the towering man.
"Whoever cursed her was rewriting her at a fundamental level," Amel explained, his voice clinical, detached.
"Think of it like a viral agent—an engineered pathogen designed to overwrite her biological structure into something new."
Yuno stiffened. "Something new…?"
Amel nodded. "I got a look at its framework when I intervened. It's not just magic—it's a self-replicating, adaptive nanostructure. More like a quantum virus. It doesn't just infect; it reprograms her on a subatomic level. Left unchecked, it would have transformed her into a completely different form of existence—something thermodynamically unstable."
Silence.
Ymir, Yuno, and Uzrul all stared at him.
Uzrul squinted. "What."
Yuno tilted her head. "I didn't understand a single word of that."
Ymir crossed his arms. "Yeah, I caught 'virus' and 'unstable,' but the rest sounded like bullshit."
Amel groaned, rubbing his temples. "Okay, fine. She's turning into unstable energy, and I modified the effect so she won't explode into literal nothingness."
Ymir blinked. "That was so much easier to understand."
Uzrul frowned. "Wait, explode?"
Amel ignored her. "I altered the dependency factor—redirected the core function so that her system now stabilizes only in the presence of Ymir's bio-signature."
Uzrul blinked. "Wait, what does that mean?"
Amel sighed deeply, rubbing his temples harder. 'Fucking monkeys,' he thought but didn't say out loud.
Instead, he continued, "She needs Ymir's blood to stop disintegrating into thin air. Without it, she remains in a constant state of entropy, her body phasing between solid matter and pure energy."
Ymir frowned. "So, you're saying—"
"Yeah, yeah," Amel interrupted, waving a hand. "Just let her drink your blood, and she won't die. Simple biochemical recalibration."
A beat of silence.
Smoke might as well have been coming out of Uzrul's head.
And Ymir well he was glancing at his wife, and judging by the look on his face, he was already out of the conversation five minutes ago.
The only one who seemed to be keeping up was Yuno.
Yuno crossed her arms, glaring at Amel. "You could have just said that from the start."
Amel smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"
Meanwhile, the yellow-haired woman's body flickered violently, the heat distortion around her worsening.
Ymir exhaled, stepping forward. He didn't need to understand the science or the magic—just the solution.
She needed his blood.
No hesitation.
Because if this was the only way—
Then so be it.
The heat surrounding her should have been unbearable, a searing, all-consuming force, but Ymir didn't slow. He wouldn't slow.
And for the first time, he said her name out loud.
"Eryndel."
Her flickering form twitched at the sound of her name, her head snapping toward him.
Even in her unstable state, some part of her—the real her—recognized his voice. But she didn't respond with words.
Her body convulsed, a broken, inhuman growl tearing from her throat, as if she were fighting something deep inside herself.
"Don't be dead in there," Ymir murmured, barely audible.
And then, he let her take him.
Her hands latched onto his shoulders with desperate strength, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood.
Her burning fingers traced searing lines across his flesh, but Ymir didn't flinch. He didn't even acknowledge the pain.
Then—she bit him.
Her teeth sank into the side of his neck, piercing skin and muscle. A sharp pain jolted through him, white-hot and immediate, but Ymir held still.
He didn't resist. He didn't pull away.
Blood rushed into her mouth. And the moment it did—something shifted.
The unstable energy coiling around her began to pull inward, condensing instead of expanding.
The golden flames that had spiraled wildly around her dimmed, their movements slowing, restrained.
The violent heatwaves dissipated. Her once-chaotic form started regaining definition—stabilizing.
Her grip loosened. Her trembling slowed.
And then, as if a cord had been severed, she collapsed into his arms.
Her breath was shaky, ragged. Her forehead pressed against his shoulder, and for the first time since this nightmare began—she felt solid.
Whole.
Alive.
Ymir exhaled, a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, tightening his arms around her.
And then, finally, he felt her whisper against his skin.
"…Ymir…"
Ymir barely had time to process the moment before—
"Well, that was romantic."
Amel's voice cut through the air, dripping with sarcasm. And with his words—
SMACK!
A sharp patak echoed as Yuno delivered a devastating slap to the back of Amel's head.
"ARGH—!!" Amel yelped, immediately dropping to one knee, clutching his skull like he had just been mortally wounded. "WHAT THE HELL, YOU CRAZY PINK-HAIRED GORILLA?!"
Yuno dusted off her hands, looking completely satisfied. "That's for ruining the moment."
Uzrul, who had been silently watching, suddenly beamed. She knew she liked her aunt for a reason.
"Ohhh, YES!" she cheered, her earlier frustration melting into pure joy. Then, to everyone's confusion, she started dancing.
It wasn't graceful—it was chaotic. Wild fist-pumps, aggressive foot stomps, a few spins that had no business existing.
Ymir blinked. "What… is she doing?"
"She's celebrating," Yuno answered, smirking.
After a few more exaggerated moves, Uzrul finally stopped, crossed her arms, and exhaled in pure satisfaction. "That. Was. So. Worth it."
Amel, still gripping the back of his head, shot her a betrayed look. "EXCUSE ME, WHY ARE YOU SO HAPPY?!"
Uzrul grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because you smacked me earlier, and I really wanted to hit you back. But I couldn't. And then Yuno did it for me. And it was beautiful."
Amel's eye twitched. "So you're cheering… because you got secondhand revenge?"
"Damn right," Uzrul replied smoothly. "It's even better when you don't have to do the work."
Ymir sighed, shaking his head.
Meanwhile, Eryndel—now fully stable—looked between them all, her expression a mix of confusion and mild amusement.
"Well," she finally spoke, her voice clear and steady. "That was… what can I even say? Unexpected. But entertaining nonetheless."
Amel groaned. "YOU TOO?!"
Eryndel frowned slightly. "I mean… I just woke up, and the first thing I see is you getting smacked like an idiot. And now everyone's celebrating it." She tilted her head. "Should I be concerned?"
Yuno exhaled. "No, that's just Amel."
Eryndel blinked at him, unimpressed. "…Who?"
Amel gasped dramatically, pointing at himself. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Don't introduce me yet!"
Straightening up, he assumed the dignified stance of a nobleman, chest puffed out with exaggerated grandeur.
"My name is Amel. I am human. And I am Uzrul's husband."
A beat of silence.
Yuno and Uzrul both spoke at the same time. "What?"
Ymir's eye twitched. His jaw clenched. "Motherfucker—!"
He was already moving to smack him when—
"Just kidding." Amel grinned.
Ymir growled, fists clenched.
But Amel wasn't done. He leaned back casually. "Though, to be fair, Uzrul did ask me to be her husband."
Uzrul's face twisted in horror. "NOPE. Mother, Father, he's lying!"
Amel shrugged. "You know they know I'm lying."
Uzrul hesitated. "…You were?"
Relief washed over her face.
Eryndel, watching this ridiculous exchange, let out a slow breath. A deep, sinking disappointment filled her. Clearly, her daughter had so much to learn.
But before she could reprimand her—
Ymir, clearly done with this nonsense, adjusted Eryndel in his arms. "Alright, enough screwing around. We're moving."
As they started walking, Eryndel leaned against Ymir, still processing everything. Her new biology was fascinating… but apparently, watching this Amel guy might just be more entertaining.
Especially as she glanced back to see Uzrul and Yuno—each yanking on Amel's ears from both sides.
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