#porco galliard angst
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a blessing, a curse
tw: hurt no comfort, death, mentions of cannibalism (it’s aot yall), slight age gap (reader is 3 years younger)
a/n: mostly canon compliant but like i can’t be assed to make sure it’s 100%, jaw!porco x warrior candidate!reader, i have decided that people is marley are adults (aka can marry and move out) at 16 :P
summary: At 14, you meet the love of your life. At 15, you fall for him. At 16, it all comes crashing down.
You don’t talk about it.
Two weeks after you started dating, Porco brushed your hair out of your face when he thought you were asleep and whispered, “I’d die for you.”
And he would.
As the top candidate to inherit the jaw titan, it wasn’t surprising that Porco had introduced himself. You were around his age, 14 while he was 17. It wasn’t common for warrior candidates to be so old when they inherited, but not unheard of- Zeke’d been 16 when he’d inherited the beast, and he was one of their strongest still, and Colt was set to inherit the beast at 17. It would still be years until you took up the jaws, if everything went to plan- Porco should still have eleven years, if all went well, but Marley didn’t want to give up such a talented candidate as you just because you wouldn’t be quite as young as the rest of the candidates.
When Porco first introduced himself as the jaw, you already knew who he was. Your class of warrior candidates had only been a few years after his, and you’d seen him hanging around the base, waiting five years for news of his brother who would never come back. An older soldier had taken pity on you and explained he was the younger brother of the current jaw (although neither of you knew that Marcel was no longer the jaw at the time), and he stuck around as a candidate.
Neither of you said that he was kept around because Marley needed someone they had leverage over to inherit the founding.
You’d never spoken to Porco, though, when he introduced himself. It had been two years since the warriors sent to the island returned, and he’d adjusted well to the news that his brother was dead and he was the new jaw over the last few years. You’d just been named his official successor.
“Hey, kid. I’m Porco, and I guess we should get to know each other- seeing as you’re set to eat me someday, you know.”
You laughed and introduced yourself too. Consuming Porco and inheriting the jaws was still a blessing then, a privilege to serve Marley and prove that you were a good Eldian.
Not anymore.
Not many months later Porco finally asked you out. Pieck had been teasing him about his obvious crush whenever you weren’t around for months, and he’d gotten tired of it, deciding to just let you reject him and get it over with.
He didn’t expect you to grin at him and loop an arm around his shoulders.
“Took you long enough, Pock! How about coffee?”
At 15, you fell in love. At 15, Porco promised you he would die for you. And at 15, you knew that being the one to fulfill that promise was no blessing at all.
You would always talk like you had forever. Endless conversations of “someday”- someday you’d move in together, get married. Someday he’d retire- you almost laughed out loud the first time he said that- and you’d follow, and you’d run off to the countryside and Marley wouldn’t follow you.
Porco knew he couldn’t fulfill every promise he made to you, but on your sixteenth birthday, he gave you a key with a tiny bow wrapped around it, and asked you to move in with him. Within a week, you were moved into his apartment, spending every night in the same bed and every morning making breakfast together. Most of the time Porco was deployed you would be too, but during the occasional solo mission or titan-only operation, you would spend nights cuddled up with his pillow, reminding yourself that your boyfriend is smart and strong and would never let himself die without you.
When Liberio was attacked, Zeke turned traitor, and all the rest of the warrior candidates were killed or missing, you were reminded just how dangerous your job was. You’d signed up for this- you could die at any time, and you’d agreed to that, so why was it hitting you so hard now?
Maybe it was watching the love of your life be forced to crush a human between his jaws, watching a devil squeeze down on his head until his powerful mouth snapped shut and sealed the war hammer’s fate. Maybe it was the lifeless bodies of Udo and Zofia and countless other soldiers snuffed out. Maybe it was the way Porco trembled in your arms, telling you about listening to fighting from the bottom of a pit, helpless to do more than hear his comrades die.
You spent hours that night just holding your boyfriend, rubbing his back gently and mumbling, “shhh, it’s alright, Pock, you’re here now. You’re here, with me, everything’s okay.”
Minutes from the break of dawn, Porco confessed to you that feeling the floor let out under him had made him think of his brother. He’d sat at the bottom of the pit, remembering his brother’s memories of a moment of weightlessness being lifted to the mouth of a titan, seconds before his death.
When Porco finally fell into a fitful sleep, you called in to inform your superiors that you and Porco wouldn’t be attending training that day. They didn’t ask for elaboration.
Not long after, when the warriors were deployed to retake the founder once again, Porco sat next to you on the aircraft, letting you huddle into his side and whispering sweet nothings against your forehead.
“Listen, honey,” he tilted your head up to look in his eyes. “This is gonna be a tough mission. So, I wanted to make this special, but more than anything I wanna do it.”
He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it, letting your hand wrap around his around the box. Inside was a simple ring, a golden band with one small diamond inlaid into it.
Tears were streaming from your eyes, soaking into Porco’s shirt where your chin rested against it. “Pock, you dick,” you whined, pressing your forehead to his cheek. “Don’t act like you’re leaving me. You’re gonna be okay.”
Even as you murmured gentle affirmations to the both of you, you tugged the ring out of the box and let Porco gently guide it onto your ring finger.
Two long weeks you spent staking out with the rest of the soldiers while Porco and Pieck infiltrated the military. Your days were spent preparing weapons and plans, and your nights were spent huddled together with Reiner and Colt, all trying to catch sleep while you could instead of worrying over your people in the walls.
The attack was a blur, but it went something like this: you, Colt, and Reiner shared a final hug before you boarded the aircrafts, you dropped out and deployed your parachute, you watched Reiner transform and attack the holder of the founder, your eyes caught Porco, in titan form, go barreling into the battle. After that, when you landed and started shooting, minutes and hours started to blend together. The amount of smoke and dust in the air meant you couldn’t get your eyes on Porco, which was probably for the best- you both needed to focus.
What you do remember clearly was the lightning. Hundreds of flashes across the city, some frighteningly close to you, and then hundreds of titans rising up. Marleyan soldiers dying all around you, as you sprinted across the rooftops, focusing completely on not being caught in a titan’s grip.
You registered the walls falling and releasing the titans like a faint ringing in your head- clearly something wrong, but not even close to your main concern.
Dead and dying soldiers littered the rooftops, and at one horrifying point, a mutilated and bloodied soldier’s hand caught your ankle, tripping you on the shingles.
“Help-” the soldier managed to choke out before your free foot kicked him away. No remorse filled your mind as you scrambled up and kept running.
The ring felt like a thousand pounds. Porco was okay. He had to be. You wouldn’t consider another option.
After what felt like an eternity of running and dodging titans, an Eldian soldier flew by, and you seized the chance.
“Help! Help me!” You yelled out, waving your arms. Devil or not, nothing mattered right now except survival. You would live to see Porco another day, if it was the last thing you did.
The soldier dropped onto the rooftop several paces away from you.
“Marleyan,” he spat, clearly not pleased that you’d survived the titan attack.
“Please, I mean you no harm! I am a subject of Ymir within the Marleyan military- all I want is to survive and find my fiancée!”
The soldier’s face softened, and he held out an arm slowly. “I can take you to the large building up there. Other survivors have gathered there, and most of the titans have been killed. I can’t guarantee your safety upon arrival.”
“I’ll take it,” you replied easily, moving closer to the solider slowly until he turned and let you clamber onto his back. With his mobility gear he started taking the both of you towards the building, and your eyes were drawn down the trail of wreckage of a titan fight. Your eyes snagged on a quickly evaporating jaw titan skeleton, and you forced yourself to look forward. He’d survived. He had to. Porco was smart and strong. He had to survive.
The soldier brought you to the building before flying off again, and you started searching through the hallways. If you could find Porco, or even Pieck, everything would be okay-
You pushed open a door and the group of people inside startled and looked at you.
“… Gabi?”
The young girl gasped and ran at you, jumping and nearly tackling you with an embrace. You held her up as she choked out tearless sobs.
No more than a minute later, she pulled herself back from you and started bumbling.
“He- he’s gone, they took him, they took Falco- I don’t- I don’t know what to do!”
“Gabi.” You set your hands on her shoulders and waited for her to look you in the eyes. “What happened?”
Gabi took a few steadying breaths and whimpered, “I’m sorry. I- Falco accidentally drank Zeke’s spinal fluid, and when the titans turned, he- he became one! And Colt was holding on to him and he’s gone- and he went after Reiner, he tried to take the armor, but…” She trailed off and her eyes dropped to the floor. “Porco had taken a hit, and his real body was badly hurt, and he… he made Falco eat him instead.” Gabi’s breath hitched, but you barely heard it.
There was a ringing in your ears that you could only hear a little past. Porco was gone. He hadn’t lost, but he’d ensured the jaws lived on- by sacrificing himself.
If nothing else, it was definitely a Porco way to go out- stubborn until the end.
You shook your head, blinking the fuzziness out of your eyes and forcing yourself to refocus.
“Go, Gabi. Get Falco back. If anyone but me has to inherit the jaws, he was the best candidate. He’s strong and smart, and he deserves to live, and I know you know that too. So go bring him back for us, okay?”
“He said he was in love with me,” Gabi mumbled as the other people in the room spurred back into motion, clearly preparing to set out in pursuit of Falco and whoever had taken him.
You chuckled wetly, holding back tears of your own. “Well, I suppose he had to say it eventually. For what it’s worth, the rest of us knew.”
Gabi flushed and shoved you lightly. “Of course you did.”
Within minutes, Gabi and one of the Eldian soldiers set off on horseback. The rest of the Eldian soldiers gave you a wide berth, sensing you were upset.
You found yourself a small empty corner with a window. Gazing at the thousands of titans passing outside, you let your mind wander back to the new information you had.
Porco was dead. It felt fake, like the kind of thing you’d have nightmares about. In fact, you’d had almost this exact nightmare several times over the past two weeks. Porco was dead and gone. He’d promised you that he’d die for you, and you’d always thought the worst thing in the world was that you’d have to eat him, watch him die at your own hands. Now you knew it could be much worse. Porco had died away from you. You hadn’t so much as touched him in two weeks, and now, with his body somewhere in Falco’s digestion, you’d never get to again.
There wouldn’t even be a body to bury. The ring on your finger was the only thing left of your fiancée. He could’ve been so much more- he could’ve been your husband, your soulmate, your forever, and instead he was gone.
The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over your cheeks as you hugged your knees.
At fourteen, you’d met your soulmate. At fifteen, you fell in love with him. And at sixteen, you lost him forever.
Thousands of killing machines passed by the window, making straight for your home in Marley. But it didn’t matter. Everything that had truly mattered to you was now gone forever.
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I will - porco galliard x reader
｡ₓcharacters: Porco Galliard x reader
｡ₓcontent: semi smut! sort spoilers for season 4!
｡ₓsummary: Slow dancing with Porco before he leaves for his last mission
｡ₓword count: 284
｡ₓa/n: NOT PROOFREAD!
Slow dancing with Porco before he goes on that fatal warrior mission. Strong hands on your waist, fingers digging into your plush flesh so hard you can feel the bruises begin to bloom. He isn't ready to let you go, leave you and travel hundreds of miles away to an uncertain return, not when you had just confessed your love to each other. Cramped and tangled in each other in his childhood bed, whispering I love yous into each other's mouths. Lips branding your skin as his, the marks he had created down your chest, over your soft stomach, drinking you down until all he could taste was you. He would take that taste with him across the sea, take the smell of you, take all your love with him.
As you look up at your love, your eyes burn, tears clouding your vision before spilling onto your cheeks. Calloused fingers reach up and wipe your tears, brushing over your cheek and throat before slotting themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck.
"Please don't cry, angel. I can't handle it if you cry" Porco's voice shook with his own tears. "Please, don't. I won't be able to leave if you're crying."
You're sniffling, desperately trying to stop the tears, but when you can't, you just wrap your arms around the warrior, burying your head in his chest. Porco wraps his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace as he starts to cry. Chest shuddering as he breaths out.
"Porco, please come back," You whisper, fingers curling in the rough fabric of his shirt. "I need you to come back."
He sniffs, kissing your hair and whispering. "I will. I promise."
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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #7 ★ masterlist.
pairing: porco x reader
genre: domestic au, ghost au, modern au | warnings: mentions of suicide, mediums, character death, mental health references (depression), grief, slight Goblin references at the end | wc: 2.5k
note: love this one. please tell me if you wanna see similar angsts for other characters!
⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. like, properly say it; because they’ve said it before, but today they say it one last time, when it’s the only thing left to say.
It started with a medium.
There had been a time where you prided yourself on your disbelief in an afterlife, dismissing mediums on television, laughing at ghost hunters and paranormal movies depicting demons and ghouls climbing out of screens. Although now, those times seem too long ago, phantom memories - even the person you were in those memories seem to be different, as though looking into the mind of a stranger, disconnected and vacant.
Jean had told you that was a coping mechanism. Mikasa assured you it was normal. Your sister said it was mental illness.
After the loss of Porco, you didn’t know what to think anymore. After the loss of the love of your life, thinking just became pointless.
When the news of Porco’s passing had reached you, it had reached you last. At least everybody in your close circle of friends knew a few hours before you, Porco’s family and Reiner who had found him being the first who found out almost a day before. The absence of Porco for those long and tortuous hours were ones you misjudged. You thought he was going back home to see his family for the weekend. Berthold thought he was with you. Reiner had returned to his shared flat and found the truth hanging.
The only reason as to why you were last was because nobody knew how you would react. Amongst the chaos and shock that was Porco’s death, the reaction that would be drawn from you would change everything. You'd been through this before, this darkness. It had taken some work with Porco to get over whatever darkness consumed you, and this would set you back years. Looking back at it, you even remember where you were and when it had happened, when the pin dropped. Originally, they wanted Reiner to tell you, but, overcome with grief, he sent Annie instead. You will never, ever forget the look on Annie’s face as you opened the door, and the news followed a cup of tea and an unexpected, clueless, and genuine smile had settled on your lips. “What are you doing here?” you had asked, “is everything okay?” She'd said nothing, and then caved when you asked if she'd heard from Porco this weekend. He’s missing my calls. Has he contacted you?
Even after the funeral, after the original shock and after the news had been broken out around university, people still didn’t know how to act around you. The Porco Subject was never spoken about or touched upon. Pictures of Porco were turned over or taken down when you came over, his name buried with him in the pretty cemetery by the river. It took some time, a real long time, but eventually, the pain began to ever so slightly fade; only to come rushing back again like the sudden pull of the tide when Louise had approached your booth in the dorm common room with a leaflet about a medium.
You don’t know why you went.
Mikasa had come, too, as emotional support and because she wanted to be there to see if it was as real as Louise and the leaflet were making it out to be. You hadn’t even booked a session, turning up unannounced and anonymous for the meeting in one of the older lecture rooms on campus. The question of why and how a medium was permitted onto campus was never addressed - you just had to see and hear it for yourself. Nothing would come out of it, and you were glad to keep it that way. That was until the medium called out for a Y/N, and your heart sank.
“There’s a Porco in the room, and he’s asking for a Y/N…is there…a Y/N here?”
You had no reaction other than paralysed silence. Mikasa was scandalised, angry and confused. The medium surely must have heard about Porco’s death here and that’s why the session was on campus. She said all of this accusingly, crying in hysterics, this is wrong, how can you do this to someone in grieving?
You left the lecture hall, leaving a piece of you behind with it.
Since that day, you’d returned back to the comfort of your bedroom, leaving for your lectures only occasionally. Seminars were skipped in silence and the teachers understood, sending emails to cover for it, and the notifications piled up like the tissues in the dustbin. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that the event with the medium was a scam, something set up as a sick practical joke, you couldn’t shake it off. What if’s and buts whirled around in your head, chaotic, loud, invasive and sad.
Porco was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. But what if you had stayed -? What if it was true? What if you just missed your last, and final opportunity to say goodbye?
“Why are you here? All of you?”
“We never left.”
You blink.
“Does it…does it hurt? Dying?”
You close your eyes slowly. “Quicker than falling asleep.” And exhale.
Something deep into your apartment bumps.
The noise is quiet whilst still being loud enough to bounce off the volume of the movie, playing quietly on your television screen sitting on top of your desk. Lately, your living room has been pulled into your bedroom, all rooms besides the connecting ensuite now in one. Phone calls from worried friends and family were set to silent and on days where the front door rang, it remained closed. Like you did many months ago, all you need right now is the space. People had told them why. They didn’t blame you.
Sniffing and wiping your eye with the side of your hand, you push the covers folded up around your breasts down and kick your feet to the floor, staring towards your bedroom door as if probing it for answers. Silence, and then another noise. On a normal day, this might alarm you, but your body is numb, aching and tired, and so you move towards the door without thinking and pull it open, stepping out into the hall. A glance in either direction shows no immediate threat, and you’re too lazy, too tired and too unbothered to step out to investigate. The noise is likely somebody upstairs or down, and if it is an intruder here to kill you, then what do you have to lose?
You move back into your bedroom, shutting the door gently. The bathroom rope-light swings in the breeze from the door moving and you slip into the bathroom quickly. Light floods the box room, illuminating the exhaustion on your face. You look ghastly, sunken and stale. You feel it too. Depression clings to you, life moves outside but stills in. God, you feel so ugly, so worthless and disgusting and alone - splashing your face with cold water, you gasp in the air like you’re depending on the taste, passing up looking at your reflection in the mirror in fear of what you’ll see staring back. When the bathroom light is turned off and you shut the door behind you, you turn to shuffle back into your bedroom and pause.
There is somebody by the window.
It’s undeniable, real and solid- but you blink several times, wondering if it’s just a dream. Nothing registers in your body, no reflex to scream or panic. Instead, you simply stare.
The silhouette against the window shuffles, anxious, and then steps into the light. For a while you say nothing, staring in a stunned silence as the figure reveals itself. It has to be a dream. This is a dream. You’ve dreamt it a hundred times. You’ve dreamt Porco stepping towards you. You don’t know what to think.
“Pock,” you say, lifeless. “Am I…dreaming?”
“Baby-” Footsteps across the carpet. Moves like him. Sounds like him. “Oh, my baby girl.” Something cold touches you, but something familiar. Old friends. Old lovers, fleshy hands. Feels like him. “My beautiful girl.”
“Pock. Porco?” you stumble. The Porco before you watches your eyes fill with tears instantly, and the tightness in your throat he can visibly see causing your hands to tremble. “Porco? Am I. Am I dreaming? Am I sleeping?”
“Mhm, yeah,” he settles with. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe that will calm you down. His hands engulf your own, massaging the shakes to sleep. “You’re dreaming.”
“You. You feel so real,” you choke. “Fuck. Porco, fuck, what’s happening, why does it feel real-”
“Please-”
“I’m scared, wait, what’s happening, Pock-?”
The hands you felt on your hands move to your arms. A tightness follows, like he’s holding you. He did this, he was good at calming you down with his hands on your arms and lips on yours, whispers in mouths. This time he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not now. Not again, never again.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you insist, tears pouring out of your eyes. “You’re. You. Baby, you died, you left me, you left us, why did you. Where did you. Porco, what…?”
“Calm down, Y/N, calm down, okay?” Porco whispers comfortingly. “Capture your breath, and then we’ll talk okay? I don’t have too long left here.”
This repeats for a little while, as Porco follows a method he used to when he tried to calm you down. After three long and amazing years of dating, Porco had learned what worked and what didn’t, what to say and what not to. The crazy thing about love is how you dedicate everything to getting to know that other person inside and out, learning their secrets and exploring interests, making memories to remember and frame and tell kids about. There was a time when Porco thought about all of that, and a time where he could have had it.
“Is it really you?” you ask quietly, after several long minutes of Porco holding your head in his hands and bringing you out of the storm onto the calm shore. “I’m not going crazy?”
“It’s me,” Porco promises, smiling as best as he can. You’re crying, maybe you can’t see his face. His throat feels hot, tight and firm.
“I miss you.” You rasp out your words, gasping for air every few seconds, “I miss you so much, Porco. Why did you leave me, what happened?”
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“I. I thought you were going to your parents for the weekend, but. But Reiner found you and- why did you lie to me? Pock, why…? Was, was it me?”
“No.” Porco grabs your hands tightly. “Don’t ever say that. It was never, ever your fault. Not at all, okay? Don’t think that.”
“Then why?”
Porco can’t think. “I don’t want you to think it was your fault, okay? You were- you are, everything to me. You were the light of my life. But, fuck, I was so unhappy. And I didn’t know how to stop being unhappy. I hurt. It hurt me. I was hurting everybody around me in my own little way. Every time I would tell you that I was doing extra readings at the dorm, all I was doing was struggling, thinking about how unhappy I felt even though I was surrounded by people who made me feel worth it. And you all deserved so much better. Still, you deserve so much better.”
“Reiner found you. None of us knew you were hurting, Pock, I didn’t know. We should have noticed the signs, I should have been more careful.”
“No. I was good at hiding it, I never wanted you to worry.”
Suddenly Porco’s eyes widen, his hands stroking your hair pausing. With a quick exhale of breath, his smile tightens and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I haven’t got long left. I need to go soon.”
“Go? No, go where?” you frantically ask. “No, please Pock, don’t leave me again. You can’t leave me again, please.”
“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I tried to call for you the other week, but you left,” Porco explains quickly.
“The medium? That…that was you?”
Porco laughs quietly, “Yeah, baby girl. But, I get it, you never believed in all that stuff, huh. I should have known better. I had to come here, come to see you. I had to.”
I had to one last time.
“Please,” you whisper, grabbing his hands. “Please don’t leave me again. Please. I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone again. I need you.”
Porco shakes his head, attempting a curly smile that you can’t even see past the blur of his own tears. “Y/N L/N, you have been the love of my life. I have loved being your boyfriend and you are my best friend. I will never, ever forget how amazing you are.” Nodding, sniffing his tears back, Porco kisses your forehead. His lips are cold and wet, ghostlike and light. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, for everything- none of it is your fault, okay, honey? Mmm?”
You feel his hands in your hair as you nod. “I know. I know, and I’m sorry, too. I could have helped you.”
“Don’t forget about me,” Porco says. “You being happy, and you knowing that it was never your fault, will help me now. Okay?”
Sniffing loudly, you nod again. “Okay.”
For a long moment, Porco just stares: “I’m gonna miss you so much.” You mumble something in reply to him, and he sighs shakily, “but now, I have to go.”
You grab his hands as he tries to pull away. “Don’t leave me, you’re leaving me.”
“I never left. I’ll always be here, watching over you. Always, and forever.”
(“All is said and done?”
Porco steps into the long hallway and smiles at the hooded man. He’s seen who he needs to; several stops around to his family, one to Reiner who had it the worst with finding his body. The final one for you. Y/N, the love of his entire life, remembered in memories and gone in touch.
It’s okay.
“Yeah,” Porco nods. Death nods, his hood falling slightly as he points down the hallway with one hand and with the other, passes Porco a small cup. Porco reaches for it, exhaling gently. “Just like falling asleep.”
He drinks the contents and hands the cup back to Death, heading down the hallway. For a moment, his hand hovers above the handle. He’s said his piece on Earth. He’s done what he needs to do. Now, he can move on in peace.
He turns the handle. The hallway fills with white.)
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➣The Only Exception
Porco x Fem!Reader (College Au)
genre: enemies to lovers, sfw
warnings: strong language, harassment, physical violence, illegal street racing, (let me know if I missed any!)
w.c: 9.5k
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09. The Races
“Okay, you are hands down the worst person I have ever had to teach this shit to.”
You groaned a final time, letting your pencil fall out of your hand and onto the table. You and Porco had spent the past two weeks meeting to study for your calculus class. You really needed to pass this class to finish the year out and dropping the class was not an option. You need to take this next exam before spring break so that you can relax and take a break from school.
“Okay, it isn’t my fault they added a hundred steps just for one number!”, you said dramatically as Porco rolled his eyes. He grabbed his water bottle off the table and drank from it, his eyes still looking at you.
“You’ll fail your exam if you have a shitty mindset.”, he said while smirking at you. You glared at him, your mental words better left unspoken. Though you hated to admit it, Porco had been really helpful the past few weeks, you’d grown used to his personality and his overbearing remarks.
The two of you had small development through each passing day, his attitude softening and his conversations seemed more meaningful. You noticed how he was left handed, he tapped his pencil when he got impatient, and how he would drink from his water bottle to keep from saying a smart ass remark. Often you wondered if he ever noticed your small mannerisms too. You wondered what they would be if he did notice.
Since the two of you spent almost everyday together, you both started having small talk, getting to know each other a bit more but never going deep enough to know any real, deep details about one another. Something you’d prefer over getting into a deep conversation. It was still nice being able to see Porco less rude and more patient. He had grown on you, and you liked to believe that you had grown on him too. He offered to pick you up and drop you off every study session, especially after the night at the library when he walked home with you the first time.
It became a sort of routine to walk home together and talk. It was difficult to leave all the big chunks of your life out of conversation, but you found a way to talk about your hobbies and interests without mentioning your parents or your life back at home. For two weeks, these walks home and conversations continued. Porco had softened his hardened exterior around you. Something you were positive you would never get to witness.
There were still words left unsaid, the events from the past weekend not having been brought up since it happened. You wondered if it would ever get brought up, if he even wanted to. Regardless, you had spent the past few days meeting up to study together, speaking about every and anything besides the weekend.
Today was another day of studying, the two of you had met up at a nearby coffee shop to study, the buzz of the students walking in and out made for good background noise. It was nice to have something in the background instead of studying in the private rooms in the library where there was nothing but dead silence.
“I’m going to the restroom.”, Porco said as he stood and walked to the back of the coffee shop. You watched as he went, and stretched to let out all the built up tension. You really needed a break and Porco was intense when it came to studying. You looked over at the door as the small bell above it rang out. Your eyes met three built figures. Your body went still.
It’s those guys from the party.
You recognized Floch next to them immediately. The two bigger guys next to him were the two that were fighting with Reiner and Bertholdt. Your eyes watched them, shrinking yourself down to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible. They ordered their drinks and stepped off to the side and waited. You turned back to your paper, it was suddenly more interesting than the three guys who attacked your friends. You kept your head down, hoping they would ignore you.
You had been so focused on the three of them, you hadn’t noticed that Porco had walked back to the table. He looked at you confused, raising an eyebrow before speaking.
“(Y/n), what’s up with you?”, you met his golden eyes, before looking behind him. He moved his head slightly before turning around, you grabbed his wrist and his eyes met yours. You pleaded for him not to look, but he already recognized the three guys standing at the front. His eyes darkened, remembering the night that they crashed the party.
“Can we just ignore them?”, Porco looked at you, debating internally, before nodding.
“There’s a back door, if you want, we can leave”, he offered and you nodded. He started to pack his things and you grabbed your books off the table. You started following behind Porco, giving one small glimpse behind you to Floch and his friends. You wished you hadn’t looked back, because right at that moment, Floch’s eyes had met yours. Your heart dropped in your chest. You walked faster to keep up with Porco but almost like he had run to you, you felt a hand grab your shoulder.
“Hey, you’re the girl from the party. I noticed you at Garrison the other night.”, his annoying voice met your ears and you wanted to punch him. “It’s rude to ignore people. I think you owe me an apology, sweetheart.”. By now, his two friends were just waiting and watching, standing back at the door. You looked at him, feeling the tension suddenly grow ten times thicker.
“She doesn’t owe you shit, Forster.”, you heard Porco speak up, standing next to you with Floch’s hand in his own, removing it from your shoulder.
“Porco. You have some nerve getting involved in business that doesn’t include you.”, Floch countered Porco in a split second, at this point, Floch’s friends were right behind him. The tension was heavy, scared that a fight might break out.
“Leave, Floch.”, Porco warned. “Thought you’d learned your lesson from the last time.”
Floch’s eyes darkened, his hands turning to fists at his side. There was something between the two of them that made them have this unnerving tension towards one another. Floch broke eye contact with Porco, looking down at you before smirking.
“Maybe if you hadn’t pussied out, Zeke would have made you his bitch.”, Floch taunted Porco, some details being left unsaid every time he spoke. Porco kept his eyes trained on Floch, also keeping you behind him in case anything happened.
“Make a reappearance, we miss your sorry ass at the tracks. Especially sinc-”
“I suggest you watch your words before I give you another black eye, Floch.”, Porco warned, the mention of whatever it was that happened at the.. tracks ticking him off. Floch weighed his options out before stepping back.
“Later sweetheart, maybe next time we’ll get alone time.”, Floch said, winking at you before he left with his friends. You watched as they left, your heart beating in your chest. You felt like time had frozen, not entirely sure what just happened.
“Are you okay?”, that smooth, deep voice ringing in your ears. You looked over at Porco, nodding slightly. You didn’t know what to say or do, you just stood in place.
“Come on, I’ll drive you to your place.”, he offered and you accepted his offer. You followed him to his car, opening the door and you felt the weight being taken off your shoulder. Porco was grabbing your bag from you and put it in the backseat with his own.
You looked at him confused, since when did he do these types of gestures without being asked?
You climbed in the passenger seat, closing the door as he climbed in the car and turned it on. You sat in silence as the radio filled the car with music on a random station.
“You’re quiet.”
“What?”, you asked.
“Since what happened back at the coffee shop, you haven't said a word.”, he pointed out.
Oh.
“Um, I just.. That’s the guy that, um..”
“I know what he did.”, Porco answered. “I would have punched him again if you weren’t there for that exact reason.”
Your heart did a little jump. What is this?
“Guys like him deserve to have the shit beat out of him. He’s a dick and looks for trouble for no reason.”, there was an undertone of hate in his voice. He had resentment towards Floch but you were unsure of the reason. A part of you wanted to know what happened between the two of them and how they ended up this way. You also wondered if the rest of the group had the same problems with him.
“Porco.”
You heard him hum in response, eyes still stuck on the road. You looked at him then to your hands in your lap. You breathed and spoke again. “What did Floch mean by they ‘missed you at the tracks’? And who is Zeke?”. You noticed his eyes flicker to you then back to the road. Silence filling the car again. He was contemplating telling you what they meant, unsure if he could really trust you.
“Zeke is a guy I knew back at the academy. He was a part of the soccer and baseball team, so we played together a lot. He trained Marcel, Colt, Reiner, Bertholdt, and me when we all played sports together. When he graduated, he went to Wall Rose, and when he heard my entire class was going to Paradis, he was pissed. He’s been trying to get back at us for a while now, but we don’t let him and his little pets get to us. Especially not someone like Floch.”, he answered briefly.
“But why would he be upset that you guys signed at Paradis? If he was your friend, wouldn’t he be happy regardless?”, your naivety was showing, it got you nervous thinking that Porco might get annoyed with you.
“Not necessarily. See, there’s been this type of.. tension for a while. Zeke didn’t like that we went to Paradis because of Eren.”
Eren? What does he have to do with anything?
“I thought you didn’t know Eren until you met him on the team?”
“I’ve known about Eren for almost 13 years, way before you even knew him.”, he answered matter of factly.
You kept looking at him confused, nothing clicking in your head.
“Eren played soccer at Shiganshina District High School, we played soccer against him all the time. Him and Zeke have had a sort of rivalry for a long time.”
“I still don’t understand what any of that has to do with you guys coming to Paradis, wouldn’t they be able to figure out their business on their own?”
“(Y/n), Zeke and Eren are half-brothers.”, Porco finally clarified. “Zeke and Eren have tension because his dad left Zeke and his mother and started a family like nothing ever happened. He had Eren, Zeke found out about him during the first playoff game between the academy and SDHS. They’re only 2 years apart. Zeke was a Junior when Eren was starting off.”
Everything slowly started to click into place. The rivalry between Eren and Zeke trickled down to the other seven of them. It was a pride and control thing. Zeke felt like he got betrayed by people he was supposed to trust, but a sibling rivalry can’t be the reason the seven of them give up on their academics and athletic accomplishments.
“Regardless, they always try to stir up trouble. That’s why they crashed the party that night, they must’ve found out that Eren and the rest of us were there and just wanted to prove a point.”, Porco shifted his car into park, and opened his door, getting out of the car and closing the door. You dropped your phone and leaned over to pick it up, noticing that Porco had opened the door for you and had already grabbed your backpack for you. He hadn’t opened the door for you before, maybe he was just getting impatient. You had been studying for a while and he had practice tonight. You hurried out of the car and stepped to the side to let him close the door. You both walked into the building, and headed for the elevator, not exchanging any words.
You noticed him texting on his phone, your bag still on his shoulder. “You know, I can carry my bag right?”, you said softly and teasingly. He looked over at you, before sliding the bag off his shoulder and handing it to you. “If you say so, princess.”, he remarked while smirking. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, why did that sound unnaturally nice?
“Whatever asshat.”, you said before catching the words. Porco raised an eyebrow at you, and chuckled. “Asshat? That’s the best comeback you have?”
“No, I have better, I just don’t want to waste all my good ones on you.”, you dramatically folded your arms, and Porco let out another airy laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”, he said as the elevator doors opened. You moved forward at the same time he did, and your shoulders bumped each other, and you accidentally stepped on his foot.
“Sorry!”, you laughed as you tripped. You felt Porco’s hand grab at your waist, helping steady you. “Careful, clutz”, he remarked.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for not letting me fall.”, you said, getting out of his grip. You tried to play it off but your heart was beating insanely fast in your chest. You actually liked having his hands on you, but you needed to get a grip. You couldn’t be thinking of your friends that way.
Friends.
You both had gotten to the point where you could consider each other that. He's even called you his friend on multiple occasions. Very special occasions. The kiss wasn’t something friends did, especially not the way he kissed you.
“We have a game next weekend, it’s a home game. You should go.”, Wait. Did you just hear him right? Was he inviting you to one of his games? You looked at him with curious eyes. “I, uh, sure. Yeah, I’ll see if I can go.” you answered, still confused by his sudden gesture.
“Great, I’ll see you Thursday. Bye (Y/n).”, he said and walked away towards the opposite end of the hall. You lingered a bit longer, staring at his tall figure. Why did that feel so awkward but so.. tension filled at the same time?
You shook the thoughts from your head and walked to your door, taking your keys out and pushing the door open. You noticed Sasha, Mikasa, Historia, and Annie sitting in the living room watching some random show on the tv.
“Hey, (Y/n)! How was studying with Porco?”, you heard Sasha speak first. Historia lit up with excitement. “You and him have been studying together a lot recently.” you cocked an eyebrow at her before dumping your bag in your room and yelling out at them as you changed. You hadn’t mentioned the night after the bar to any of them, especially since you didn’t want to make a big deal about it in case Porco didn’t mean it as anything else but just a kiss.
“Yeah, it was good. We finally are down to the last two chapters before my exam.”, you put on a pair of biker shorts and an oversized tee shirt and tie your hair into a bun. “You know something weird? He invited me to his game next weekend. It was so random.”, You walked out to the living room, stopping as all four of them stared at you. They didn’t say anything and kept staring.
“Is there something on my face?”, you went to look at yourself in the mirror on the wall. “(Y/n), did you say Porco, himself, invited you to one of his games?”, Historia asked.
“Uh, yeah. Why?”, you asked.
Annie and Historia looked at each other like they knew something the three of you didn’t. Annie looked at you before responding. “Porco never invites anyone to his games. He’s never even invited us from the Academy.”
“What? But you guys are always there at every game.”, you responded back.
“That’s because we go to support him, not because he invites us.”, Historia added. “He says he doesn’t like having people he knows at his games because it’ll distract him or something dumb like that. But we go anyway and don’t say anything so he focuses on the game. We only congratulate him afterwards.”
“Oh. I don’t think it means anything. I mean, he’s finally seeing me as one of his friends.”, you said with a bit of confidence and happiness to your tone, trying to mask the events that conspired between the two of you. Unknown to you, Annie bit something back, and Historia gave her a look before changing the conversation.
“So, have you guys started planning what we’re gonna do for spring break?”
“I think we should go camping, but Connie and the guys say that going to the beach would be better since it's getting warm again.”, Sasha dramatically groaned which caused you and Historia to laugh.
“I think the beach would be nice, I haven’t been in almost ten years.”, you said as you sat in the beanbag next to Mikasa.
“The beach sounds good to me”, Annie said, Mikasa nodding with her.
“So, who wants to go swimsuit shopping then?”, Historia asked. The five of you all agreed a day to go out and go shopping, and just have a girls day.
“Annie, you should invite Pieck.”, you said. “I haven’t seen her around lately.”
“She’s on a trip with the physics department. They’re at a museum for aerospace engineering or something like that.”, Historia said jokingly. You nodded before grabbing the tv remote and turning the volume up, spending the rest of the day relaxing and hanging out with your best friends.
“You can move those files over there and just do the documents that are left in the email I sent you.”, Mrs. Reiss was giving you instructions for the newest editorial, trying to finalize everything with Mr. Gulliver.
You had been stressing over the article and homework that you didn’t have any time to really do anything besides study and editing the new documents. Mrs. Reiss always planned things in advance to ensure everything would be done properly and efficiently. The company worked on new issues 4-6 months in advance, so all the new issues had to be finished within the next 2-3 months and getting interviews and information on Mr. Gulliver’s company consumed all of your time recently.
You grabbed the stack of papers and went to your small office nook, trying to catch up with everything. Though she was good at hiding it, you could tell when Mrs. Reiss was stressed. It was a skill you had picked up real fast, one tell was when she would constantly hold her coffee mug in her hand and tap her finger on it. Another was when she would wear her glasses instead of contacts because she wanted to double check everyone’s work. Small details you picked up on very quickly.
You had spent the next five hours organizing everything and putting things where they needed, scanning documents into the computer for editing and looking through emails. It was a work heavy day today, it would be like this at least once a week.
When the day had finally come to an end, you logged out of your computer, putting all your work away in the cabinet and heading to Mrs. Reiss office to let her know you were done for the day. You knocked on her door and she welcomed you in.
“Hey, I was just letting you know I was done for the day.”, you said as you walked over to her desk.
“(Y/n), thanks for letting me know and thank you so much for logging in extra hours to help around. I know it can’t be easy with school and having a social life.”
One thing about Mrs. Reiss, was that she was understanding of your personal life and everyone else that worked with her. She knew that there were things more important than a job, people had lives outside of work. That’s why you loved working with her.
“Of course, I need to save money for a trip pretty soon so it’s really no problem.”, you replied, smiling at her.
“Well, if you’re done with everything, you’re good to go”, she smiled back at you and she turned slightly to grab something out of her desk, just then, you noticed a list on her notepad.
A familiar name sticking out to you.
It was your parents’ company. Along with a list of other medical companies.
What is this for?
You wondered slightly, before saying a last goodbye and leaving. You quickly fished your phone out and wrote down all the names you saw, trying to see why Mrs. Reiss had your parents’ company down on a list with other medical groups.
You were about to put your phone away when you noticed you had received a text from the person who brought you comfort.
R: Hey, want to go out tonight? There’s a place the group goes to, thought you’d find it interesting.
A place? Where?
Y/n: Hey, uh, what type of place?
Almost too quickly he responded.
R: It’s a bit ways out of town, I can drive us. If you want to leave at any time, I’ll drive you back home.
You contemplated for a second. You didn’t have class or work tomorrow, so it wouldn’t be so bad to stay up late tonight. Your mind weighing out if you should, you felt bad having kissed one of his friends then going out with him just a few days later. It wasn’t like the two of you were together, so would it even really matter?
Y/n: Yeah, I have to go home and change, I just got out of work. Is that okay?
R: totally okay. I’ll pick you up around 9?
Y/n: Yeah, that sounds good.
You put your phone away and walked out to the bus stop. You wondered where exactly they would be going, was it for a party? Probably. If the group liked it as much as Reiner it would probably be a party. Maybe in Stohess.
After the commute home, you quickly changed, you had an hour or two before Reiner would come by. You fixed your hair into a bun. It was freshly washed so it was shiny and looked as healthy as could be for hair that had years of heat damage and hair dye in it. Only recently you dyed it back to your natural color. It was nice to be back at your roots.
You decided to make yourself a quick, easy meal. Ramen. You desperately needed to go grocery shopping and learn how to cook because not doing either would quite literally be the death of you. You grabbed the small bowl and placed it in the microwave, setting it to three minutes before going back to your room to grab your wallet and keys.
You heard the front door open, peeking your head out you saw Sasha walk in with two bags in her hands. “Sasha? Where were you?”, you asked as you walked over and grabbed your food out of the microwave.
“I went bathing suit shopping with Connie and he bought me five different suits because he couldn't decide on one then told me ‘You can just wear one each day we’re there’ as if we’re gonna be there for a whole week.”, Sasha said, mimicking Connie’s voice almost perfectly.
You laughed at her little show before answering her. “Sasha, but we are going for a whole week. So I guess it makes sense but I think maybe two swimsuits would have been fine since we’re sightseeing and going out to eat on one of the days and going hiking the other. We’re only going swimming for two I'm pretty sure.”, you knew Mikasa had the itinerary because she liked being organized and Historia helped plan everything with Pieck since they had every time slot of the day filled out for each day you would be there. Down to shower times and meal times.
“I’m going out with Reiner tonight, so don’t forget to lock the door if you’re going back over to Connie’s”, you said and taking a bite of your food. Sasha had gone to her room to put her things away before coming back out in a pair of sweats and a sports bra. “Reiner? This late?”, she asked.
“Yeah, he said that the group from the Academy were going out somewhere and he wanted me to go along with him.”
“Wow, you really have these boys wrapped around your finger, (Y/n)”, Sasha said walking and dumping herself on the couch.
“Um, boys?”, you raised an eyebrow at her. She lifted her head and put a pillow behind her before grabbing the tv remote and turning on the tv. “Yeah, Reiner and Porco.”
No way Porco would see me that way…
“Okay, no. Porco just helps me study. Reiner… I don’t have an excuse for that but he’s nice and I really enjoy being around him.”, you mentioned, trying to take attention away from Porco, scared she might pick up on something.
“You guys need to do something about it because the tension when you’re together is unbelievable.” you rolled your eyes at her before feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out and saw that Reiner was on his way to your place. He didn’t live too far, so you finished your food and dumped the container in the trash. You waved goodbye to Sasha and ran out the door to meet Reiner out front.
You waited for another few minutes before he walked into the building to see you sitting in one of the chairs. He smiled at you and you smiled back at him.
“Hey, beautiful.”, he said, giving you a hug.
“You don’t look too bad yourself”, and you were telling the truth. He had joggers on with a plain tee and a bomber jacket overtop. The shirt was well fitted so his muscular physique was showing through his clothes. “You ready?”, his voice was steady and deep, making your heart jump slightly in your chest. You nodded and followed him to his car.
He had turned down the radio and you spent the entire drive talking to one another. You had gotten too comfortable being around him that you didn’t even filter the way you talked anymore, you didn’t care if sometimes the things you said would make your parents want to kill you. You had too much fun with him this way.
Reiner had stopped talking once you were five minutes away. He told you to let him do the talking and not worry about anything. He pulled into an empty deserted area, there were no buildings anywhere or even proper places to park. He pulled over where there were some trees, and parked his charger under it. He stepped out and walked to your side and opened the door. You stepped out with him and he told you to stay close. He walked over to where other groups of people were and he huddled with them.
You didn’t recognize any of them, but you noticed that all of the cars in the lot were off to the sides, not parked carelessly in the middle like you would see at tailgates for the football games and at parties.
“This is (Y/n).”, Reiner introduced you to the guys and the girls that were huddled around. “Woah, Braun. How did you get someone so pretty to date you when you look like that?”, one of the girls remarked, laughing and teasing him. She walked over to you and smiled. She had dirty blonde, shoulder length hair and golden eyes. It was the girl from the bar.
“Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Hitch.”, you smiled at her and introduced yourself to the rest of them. A part of you was a bit bothered because you knew that she had been with Porco that night.
“Have you guys seen Zeke or Floch?”, one of them asked. Your attention suddenly shifted from observing the place you were at and focusing on the topic at hand. You wanted to see who exactly Zeke was and why everything seemed to revolve around him.
“Look, the rest of the group just got here.”, you turned and noticed two other cars parked next to Reiner’s, and out came Colt, Bertholdt, Pieck, Annie, Marcel, Ymir, and Historia. You walked over to say hello and you noticed a horrified look on Hisotria’s face. She excused herself and grabbed you, pulling you off to the side.
“(Y/n)! What are you doing here?!”, she asked, scolding you like she was your mother. “Reiner invited me. What’s wrong?”, Historia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“You do realize that what they do here is illegal right?”
“Then why are you here?”, you countered, calling her out on her hypocritical comment. She looked at you before settling down. “I came because of Ymir and the rest of the group. This is only the second or third time I’ve been here.”
“What even is this place, Historia?”
“They race for money illegally here.”, you looked at her confused. You weren't expecting this to be what it was used for. You assumed it was a meet up spot for throwing a party or something.
“The group has been coming here since they were in highschool. It’s pretty intense.”, she seemed to calm down a bit before starting to walk towards the group, you followed right behind her.
“Hey, (Y/n), Historia, come on, the first race is about to start.”, Pieck called out and you followed her over to where the rest of the spectators were. Everyone stood off to the side as the two cars racing one another waited at the front. You stood next to Pieck and Historia while the guys were further ahead with other people you hadn’t met before.
The flagman stood up front and asked both drivers if they were ready and each one revved their engines in response. He counted down and waved the flag down, and both cars took off, the dirt blowing behind them. They took off so fast you were sure you would have missed it if you weren’t paying attention.
The roads were long and well built, four turns on the runway and both cars were barely on the second turn, everyone standing at the front screaming and cheering for their respective vehicles they bet on. You heard the engines get louder as they approached the last turn and drove down the final stretch of the road. Your heart was beating especially fast, just thinking about how crazy it would feel to be racing for money.
The cars finally crossed the finish line, neck in neck, and everyone was whispering within each of their groups trying to figure out the winner. The flagman came forward and pointed towards the red car on his left. A whole group of people started cheering and walked over to the flagman to collect their shares of the race.
You thought it was exhilarating, you hadn’t ever seen anything like this before. You felt yourself get cold, looking around to see if you could find Reiner. You spotted him talking to Bertholdt and two other guys, one of them had grayish hair in an undercut style and the other had long blonde hair tied back into a half bun.
“Hey, Reiner.”, you said softly and tugged on his sleeve. “(Y/n), hey, this is Eld and Olou. They go to Trost.”, the blonde guy, Eld, said hi to you first and Olou followed right after. You politely smiled at them before turning back to Reiner.
“I’m getting kind of cold, is it okay if I can grab my jacket out of your car?”, Reiner looked at you and just shrugged off his bomber jacket. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you can have mine.”, and he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth setting in almost immediately. You quietly thanked him before you started heading back to Historia and Pieck.
“Hey, we’re going to the restrooms, wanna come with?”, Historia asked you and you nodded. You followed behind her and Pieck and noticed that there were more people here than there was earlier.
“There’s more people now.”, you said.
“Yeah, it’s finally peak hour, almost everyone is here already.”, she said softly. You guessed she must know how many people normally come to these types of things if she had been here several times before. You all walked inside the restroom, waiting for the stalls to open, you had gone in first and finished quickly and washed your hands. You let them know you were going to wait outside since the restroom was crowded. They nodded as they waited for the stalls to open.
You stepped outside and the breeze hit your face softly, the cool wind of the night finally settling in. You dug your nose into Reiner’s jacket, the smell of his cologne still present on it. It smelt nice, it was comforting to know Reiner was taking care of you like he promised.
You found yourself lost in thought until you heard a noise that snapped you back to the present. You walked around the restroom to see a random guy looking at the ground with his phone light. Did he lose something?
“Hey, are you okay?”, you asked. He looked up at you, his blue eyes subtle but striking as they looked at you. He had blonde hair and a nicely kept beard. “Oh, yeah. I just dropped my glasses and I can’t see them.”, he said calmly. He seemed harmless, besides you had Pieck and Historia with you, you doubt he would really try anything.
“Here, let me help. I know not having your glasses can be a bit of a hassle.”, you turned on your phone light, seeing the small zenni aviator glasses on the ground. You picked them up and cleaned them with your blouse. “Are these them?”, he looked at your hands, taking a step forward and nodding.
“Thank you. I can’t really drive unless I have them. You saved me from having to buy a whole new pair.”, he replied, giving you a small smile. You smiled back at him, “It was nothing. I don’t mind helping people out.”
“Well, thank you, have a good night, stay safe.”, he said as he walked away. You kept staring at him, wondering if you had ever seen him before or if he went to a different university.
You made your way back to the front of the restrooms and saw that Pieck and Historia had just walked out. “Ready to go back?”, Pieck asked and you both nodded.
You went back up the small hill where the races were being held and met up with the group. You took your spot next to Reiner, who almost instinctively put an arm around you. It felt nice, especially since his arms were muscular and toned. They felt nice around you. Historia stood next to Ymir and Pieck next to Marcel.
“You think he’ll show?”, you heard Colt ask, Marcel and Pieck looked at him and both shrugged.
“He hasn’t been here in a while, I doubt it,'' Pieck said. Reiner laughed and Bertholdt just stared at him.
“He won’t come, besides everyone else knows better than to try and start shit again, especially after last time.”, Bertholdt looked at Reiner as he spoke, but didn’t say anything. Annie stayed quiet and looked over at the next two cars lined up to race. More people started to gather around, and the group shifted themselves off to the side.
“So, why do you guys like coming here?”, you asked, the question on your mind since you had arrived. “It’s the easiest and fastest way to make money,'' Colt said.
“How much can you make from one race?”, you questioned.
“Anywhere from $200 to $1000. Depending on who’s racing”, Marcel answered. “But our bets never lose, so we can leave each night we come with around $2k.”
“$2000?! Who do you guys even bet on?”, you asked, your shock evident on your face.
“Why the fuck would you bring her here?”, your head spun around to see the owner of the voice, the rest of the group looking behind Reiner, who still had his arms around your shoulders, at the blonde haired hothead.
“Porco, you came!”, Peick said, Marcel and Colt shooting a look at him as Porco inspected the sight in front of him, i.e you and Reiner. To be more specific, you have Reiner’s jacket on and his arm around you.
“Porco. I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”, Reiner answered, completely dodging the question he was just asked. There was something about the way he was staring at Reiner that gave a little bit of his emotion away.
“I asked you a question, Braun.”, his voice was firm, his tone serious.
“Thought she might enjoy it, I brought her as my plus one.”, he answered. Porco looked over at you before breaking contact and walking over to Marcel.
“Is he here?”, he asked his older brother. Marcel nodded and turned his head towards a group that was on the other side of where your group was standing. Porco nodded before he turned abc towards you.
“We need to talk.”, he said, not leaving any room for questions.
“She’s with me, Galliard.”, Reiner said, his voice unmoving. Porco glared at him, the height obviously different since Reiner was 6’1 and Porco was only 5’8. For some reason, there was more assertiveness from Porco. Reiner looked him in the eyes before slowly removing his arm and stepping to the side, obviously losing whatever dominance match they just had. Porco grabbed your hand and tugged you behind him, you followed willingly.
You followed behind him until you reached his car, he turned quickly before he placed you in front of the back of his car. You steadied and looked him in the eyes, you felt his hands go to your hips and motioned for you to jump up on the back, so you did. His hands never left your hips, but you didn’t complain, they felt nice on your body. There was a bit of tension in the air, unspoken words floating between the two of you.
“Why are you here?”, he asked sincerely, his voice calm but with a hint of annoyance underneath.
“Reiner invited me, to be honest, I didn’t know we were coming somewhere like this.”, you said softly, not lying to him because for some reason, you felt like you just couldn’t lie to Porco. All except for your family, he couldn’t know about that.
He sighed, and leaned forward, his arms on either side of you and looking into your eyes. He was in between your legs, and you stared back at him, your eyes flickering between his own. Your lips close to one another. The atmosphere is similar to the night in the car. How you wanted him to lean in again.
Neither of you moved until Porco broke eye contact first, your body full of disappointment.
“Stay close to the group and don’t wander off. I’ll give you a ride back home.”, he said frankly. “I don’t care if Reiner throws a bitch fit, he can get over it.”. Why was he being like this?
He helped you off the car and walked back with you to the group. You walked over to Pieck and Historia as Porco went back to Colt and Marcel.
“I’m going to find him. I need him to get the fucking hint.”, Porco said aggressively, but calmly at the same time. You didn’t know how he could do that so well but it was freaky. He started walking off, Marcel and Colt following behind him. You watched as they walked off, confused on who they were trying to find.
“Who are they looking for?”, you asked, Historia and Annie looked at you before you heard a voice behind you answer.
“They’re looking for Zeke and the Wall Rose U guys.”, Bertholdt said. They were here? You thought silently. You turned back and could still make out Porco, Marcel, and Colt’s figures. You contemplated for a moment before you turned around and started speed walking towards them. You heard Reiner and Historia calling your name but you kept walking, really sprinting, towards Porco and the guys.
You caught up to them and grabbed Porco’s hand. He turned around, a look of shock written on his face but he recovered before the other guys could see his face. “What are you doing?”
“Why are you looking for the Wall Rose U guys? What are you going to do?’, Porco looked at Colt and Marcel, a look that made them walk away and give you a bit of privacy. “I’m going to talk to Zeke. I need to settle this.”, he said.
“Settle what Porco? Some stupid dominance thing between him and his brother? It has nothing to do with you!”, you whispered but yelled at the same time, just not loud enough for anyone but him to hear it.
“It has everything to do with me. You don’t understand.”, Why wasn’t he explaining himself? Why was he keeping you in the dark?
“How does Eren and Zeke’s little fight have to do with you?”, you pressed.
“(Y/n), leave it.”
“No. Just tell me.”
“(Y/n), stop.”
“Just tell me!”, you whispered loudly again, growing annoyed with his resistance. You saw something in his eyes change, he sighed before he finally answered.
“It has to do with me because of you.”
Wait. What?
“W-what?”. You asked.
“Zeke sent Floch and his friends to the party to crash it. Because of me, you got caught in the middle of our mess. Floch should have never gotten anywhere near you.”, his eyes held truth in them, a part of you not understanding why he was taking this personally.
“Galliard. You’re here.”, a familiar voice came from behind him. He turned around, the blonde guy from the restroom standing behind the two of you. He looked at you, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh, you know the Galliards?”, he asked. You looked at him and nodded slightly.
“Leave her out of it, Zeke.”, That was Zeke? The guy you helped find his glasses was the guy Porco had bad blood with? He was so nice to you earlier.
“Ah, found a new toy, huh?”, Zeke taunted, his eyes looking at you then back at Porco. He smirked, his eyes trailing up and down your body.
“Watch your fucking mouth.”, Porco’s eyes darkened at Zeke’s verbiage towards you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind his body, blocking you from Zeke’s view.
“Relax. I’m not here to start trouble. I heard you were looking for me.”
“Yeah, I am.”, Zeke held eye contact with Porco, never breaking his rough exterior.
“You’ve been sending your little minions to cause trouble with me and mine. I suggest you tell them to back the fuck off.”, Did you just hear that right?
Me and mine.
“It’s not my problem you can’t handle yourself, Galliard.”
“I’m here to show you that I can.”
The tension got thicker with each second, by this point, there were people circling around the three of you. Everyone watching and whispering between each other. Porco looked at Zeke before opening his mouth to speak again.
“You and me. Winner takes all. One round.”, Porco challenged. Zeke looked at him with an amused look on his face before smirking.
“You have a deal, Galliard. Let’s hope you’re better with money than your sorry excuse for a-”, you didn’t even realize Porco had lunged at Zeke until Zeke was on the floor and his glasses were knocked off his face. You stared at him wide eyed before Zeke spit out a bit of blood.
“I said, watch your fucking mouth, Yeager.”, Zeke picked his glasses off the floor and stood up. His hand lunged forward, grabbing Porco by the collar. Both their eyes meet with the intent to kill.
“Alright guys. Calm the fuck down. Are we racing tonight or not?”, you looked over at an older man, he had short brown hair and barely any facial hair and a tan complexion.
“Magath.”, Zeke said.
“You boys better quit your fighting before we have to shut down for the night.”, his voice was deep and assertive. Both of them backed away from each other, but still glaring at one another. Magath stepped in the middle of the crowd, making sure everything was good.
“So, what are we betting boys?”
Zeke looked at Porco before putting down his base bet. “Let’s make this race worth it. It is winner take all. I say let’s start with $3,000.”
Your heart just dropped in your chest. $3.000?! Were they insane?!
Without skipping a beat, Porco pulled out two stacks of cash, each band reading $1,500 on it, and placed it in Magath’s hands and Zeke did the same. Zeke laughed at Porco, “Some balls you’ve got kid. Didn’t think you had it in you.”, and with that Zeke walked over to his car to get ready for the race.
Magath counted the money and nodded, everyone else running to him to place their bets before the race started. Porco had started to walk away before his eyes met yours. His hardened exterior grew soft almost immediately.
“Porco, how do you even just have $3.000 cash with you? Are you okay?”
“Don’t worry about it. Zeke will get what’s coming to him. He’s a spoiled little rich kid and I plan on making him quite literally pay for the shit he’s caused us.”
You looked at him, your heart beating fast in your chest. “Porco, just stop for a second. Why are you doing this?”
“I already told you why.”
“I don’t need you to protect me, especially not if it means losing $3,000!”, you pleaded with him, hoping he could call it off and keep his money.
“Who said anything about losing?”
“I’m not messing around Porco!”
“(Y/n), it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. If you lose, I’ll spend every day blaming myself for making you lose that money.”
“(Y/n), it’s fine. It’ll be worth it.”, you look at him with a look of disbelief. How could he be okay with just betting $3.000? How would he be able to make that back? Your mind kept swirling with a hundred different thoughts until you got snapped back to reality when you felt Porco’s hands gentle on your face, making you look at him.
“Look, it’ll be okay. Wait for me with the rest of the group, I’ll find you after, okay?”, his eyes held promise, like he would make everything okay again. He stared at you for a moment too long, a moment that held something in it that you couldn’t quite place. He leaned forward, placing his lips on your forehead. Your heart jumped in your chest, more words being left unspoken between the two of you. You looked up at him and nodded, he let his hands fall and walked you to the group.
“Bets are down, we start the race soon.”, he told the group, all of them nodding as they watched Magath walk around asking who would be betting. Each one of them pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. Unknown to you, a pair of eyes were watching how close you and Porco were, and the jealousy hidden behind them was almost impossible to miss.
“Let’s go to the front then.”, you heard Marcel speak up, then went to whisper something to Porco who whispered something back. Marcel looked over at you before nodding to his younger brother. You followed the group as they made their way to the viewing area for the race.
You felt a sudden tug on your wrist, turning and meeting those warm yellow hues that looked at you with such an unknown emotion. You stare at him for a second longer before whispering a small “Be safe” to him, his eyes letting you know he would be.
Porco had gone off to his car, you noticed as he pulled it to the starting line. Another car joined him, which you could only assume was Zeke’s, and waited next to him. Magath went to the middle, waiting for the majority of the crowd to circle around.
“YEAGER?”, at the call of his name, Zeke revved his engine to signal his readiness.
“GALLIARD?”, Porco revved his engine in turn, signaling his readiness.
“THREE”,
The engines revved, the smoke starting to form.
“TWO”
Your heart started pounding in your chest.
“ONE!”
Both cars had hit full speed, Zeke’s lagging just a millisecond behind Porco’s. Both cars took off onto the road ahead, everyone cheering and watching from the view point. Your heart was beating in your chest as you watched them head towards the first turn.
Zeke seemed to catch up to Porco quickly, regardless of Porco’s head start. Zeke pulled forward to cut off Porco, but he pulled forward quickly enough that Zeke had to break a little to prevent from crashing into Porco’s charger. You could hear your heart in your ears, beating insanely fast and hard in your chest.
You could hear the crowd around you cheering, some of the girls next to you jumping and yelling. The adrenaline and excitement filled your body, you couldn’t seem to calm down from the rush of being a part of something like this. You could see the two cars side-by-side, both of them trying to make it to the next turn before the other.
“Go Porco!”, you heard Pieck yell out, Historia yelling with her and Marcel and Colt cheering with them. You could hear both of the engines sounding off in the distance, the distance making it difficult to differentiate the two cars from each other at this point.
There was only one last turn before the finish, you could see the clouds of smoke being made due to the high speeds of the cars. You could see Porco’s black charger pulling ahead of Zeke’s gray mustang, the two of them tightly next to each other as the road slowly narrowed, Porco slowly getting ahead.
“He needs to get in front before the road closes off.”, you heard Colt next to you.
“The road closes off?”, you turned to look at him and he nodded. “It gets too narrow for two cars to fit, so whoever gets ahead first gets a small lead, only by a few seconds before it opens up again.”, he explained, not taking his eyes off the cars in front of him.
There was only a few split seconds before the road narrowed, you noticed that the gray mustang went full force and cut off Porco’s charger. Your heart dropped in your chest, not taking your eyes off the scene in front of you as Porco followed closely behind Zeke. You were sure that Colt could hear your heart pounding in your chest as everyone kept cheering and screaming. Five seconds passed and they were exiting the road to the final turn. Zeke was still in the lead and you could sense the growing tension in the air as the seconds passed. The guys watched intently, cheering while the girls, besides Annie, cheered with them.
“C’mon Porco, c’mon.”, Marcel said to himself but you were able to catch it just then. There were only a few meters left till the end of the road. The crowd had turned into a screaming match between those who bet on Zeke and those who bet on Porco.
Both cars came in neck in neck, but full force, the dust cloud forming around them and making it unclear who passed the finish line first. The crowd had gone completely quiet, the dust settled after five long seconds. Magath walked forward, calling out the winner. The crowd cheering, others booing, and others bragging.
Every bone in your body had gone completely still, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. You started forcing yourself to move forward, ignoring the sound of the group behind you and ran towards Porco’s car.
You saw him getting out of his car and you threw yourself at him, hugging him and your face hidden in his chest. He froze for a moment before placing his hands around you, moving them to your shoulders to pull you away so he could look at your face.
“Are you okay?”, he asked calmly. You shook your head before playfully punching him.
“How could you scare me like that?!”, you said to him and he just smiled at you. “I won didn’t I?” he said, smirking at you and you rolled your eyes. He placed an arm around your shoulders, bringing your body close to his, you felt a soft kiss on your head before he pulled away. The rest of the group had caught up and started to congratulate Porco. When the door to Zeke’s car opened, everyone turned to look at him, his demeanor had shifted from cool and collected to furious and embarrassed.
Zeke lost $6,000 in one race. Anyone would be mad after losing $6,000.
You looked over at him and his group, recognizing Floch and the guys from the party, Wim and Surma. Zeke said something to them and they all turned around to look at your group. You looked over at them, noticing how they were looking at Porco then back at you, unsure as to why then you realized Porco still had his arm around you.
“That was amazing, Porco!”, you heard Historia say, excited by the rush of adrenaline she just got.
“Yeah, I for sure thought you were a goner on that close off.”, Colt and Marcel jokes. You noticed Reiner was the only one who didn't congratulate Porco, his eyes full with an unknown emotion. You noticed that Magath had started walking over to the group, walking up to Porco with an envelope full of the prize money.
“Good job, wouldn’t expect anything less from our best driver.”, he said before shaking his hand. “Thanks, man.”, Porco said as he placed the cash in the pocket inside his jacket. The entire group stays a while longer talking and people come and go, giving their congratulations to Porco.
After fifteen minutes, everyone started walking back to where the group's cars were parked, Porco walking closely next to you. You walked over and leaned on Colt’s car while the rest of them were gathered around Reiner and Marcel’s.
“You know, for my first time, this was pretty fun.”, you told Porco, hoping to break the silence that had fallen over the two of you.
“Yeah, it was pretty great being able to make Zeke lose $6,000.”, he said smoothly, as he leaned on the car behind him, which was his own, making the both of you face each other.
“Why did you even bet so much money on one race? What if you had lost?”, you asked him and he leaned forward, taking your hand in his. “I wanted Zeke to understand to leave me and my friends alone, that we aren’t his little pawns anymore. He got you involved in our mess, $6,000 needed to get that message across.”
“Yeah, I get it.”, you said softly, looking down at your hands, his thumb brushing the top of your hand softly. The comfortable silence fell over the two of you again, and Porco pushed himself off his car, his stature taller than yours, over you. His eyes flicker between your own, even you could feel the pull between the two of you. Just then, the moment was ruined.
“Hey, we’re heading out soon.”, you heard Marcel call out. The two of you turned to look at him and nodded. “Well, are you going to ride with me?”, he didn’t even have to ask. You nodded and practically threw yourself into his car. He opened the door for you to get in before closing the door and walking to his side. He stayed standing for a moment, unknown to you, staring off with someone else from afar, before getting into the car and turning it on.
The ride home was quiet, be you leaned the seat back a little, Porco taking your hand in his and driving in comfortable silence the entire way home.
A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient for this! I had graduation recently and work has been scheduling me like crazy, but I hope the longer chapters help make up for it!
Hope you guys liked this chapter and the next one will be posted next week!
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PET NAMES 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
EREN: babygirl, My love
It is very rare that Eren uses your name, he always calls you babygirl no matter where you are. You've gotten so used to it now to the point you turn around when anyone says it thinking it's your boyfriend behind you. "Mornin babygirl." Eren greets you with a back hug in the early hours of the morning. You can see from the reflection in bathroom mirror that his long hair is a complete mess and that hes still asleep on your shoulder. "Good morning Ren, what you want for breakfast." He lifts his head off your shoulder and turns you around by your hips, soap was all over your face but that didn't stop Eren from pecking your lips until you had to push him off you "Anything you want. I don't mind." You swipe the back of your hand on his lips getting the soap off and smile up at your boyfriend. "Pancakes sound good?" He nods while leaving the bathroom. "Of coure babygirl."
When Eren is in trouble he know that calling your babygirl will not slide and will end up with him crying in the corner. He's always been erratic and hot headed which you didn't mind. It was nice to calm him down when he gets a little riled up, it showed you that he can trust and listen to you when he's in the wrong. However this time not even a tornado spinning towards him could've stopped Eren from beating the crap out of a guy who slapped your ass while the two of you were on a date. The guy was drunk and it normally wouldn't go past Eren yelling every curse word under the sun while you pull him away but the drunk man just had to run his mouth resulting in you driving home with a sulking baby beside you. "I don't get why you're mad at me, I was protecting you." He huffs resting his head against the window. "Which I appreciate but you went too far and you got hurt.” Your fingers lightly brush against his cheek, it was turning a nasty shade of purple and looked very painful. Eren leans into your touch understanding why you're upset "m'sorry my love, kiss it better for me will ya?" You chuckle at how easily his mood changed. "Nice try Ren."
Reiner: Beautiful, Angel
Reiner doesn't go a day without calling you beautiful wether as a pet name or just admiring you while you do mundane things. Recently you've been feeling a little down, worrying about your body and how you look. It normally didn't bother you but after a dress you purchased didn't quite fit it ruined your mood a little.
The door to your apartment opens up shaking you from your thoughts, you put the dress back in its bag and quickly run to greet your boyfriend. "Welcome home Rei.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss as usual. It was your favourite part of the day when Reiner comes home. "How's my beautiful girl?" Your shrug your shoulders telling him you were fine. This made him worry, his favourite part of the day was coming home to your stories of what you did, even if it was just watching tv. "What wrong?" He hooks his arm under your legs swooping you up with ease and leads you to the bedroom.
"Nothing really, I was just think I might need to start a diet." He softly plops you on the bed his brows furrowed in confusion "why you’re beautiful as you are." You giggle scratching the stubble on his chin. "You say that cause you love me." He shrugs his shoulders. "True but it's more, your kind, thoughtful and most importantly healthy that's what makes you beautiful. You do not need to diet.” Your heart swells at his words and your couldn't help but attack him with kisses "I love you too Rei."
Reiner couldn't believe it when you agreed to be his girlfriend and still two years later he thinks your an angel that came from above just for him. He calls you his angel and he is your protector. However when a guy follows you home one night when he wasn't there he felt like the opposite. You assured Reiner that you were fine and that the man walked away when you alerted the security in your building but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts spiral. "Reiner baby can you help me." You couldn't reach the plates on the top cabinet which annoyed you to no end, you try once more to reach them but your hand slips sending one of the plates flying down onto the floor.
"Y/N what happened?" Reiner comes running out of the bedroom when he hears the crash and your little yelp. He sees the broken glass and immediately rushes to put you on the counter away from it. "What were you thinking you should've waited for me!" You flinched a little, Reiner has never raised his voice to you and it honestly suprised you.
"I thought I had it Rei, l'm sorry." You voice wavers a little which just shatters his heart. He checks you for any cuts and lets out a sigh of relief when he doesn't find any. "I didn't mean to yell angel I was just worried." He kisses the inside of your palms travelling up to the crook of your neck. You could feel his body shaking and he couldn't seem to look into your eyes. "It was just a little glass Reiner, I'm fine promise." You lift his chin and his beautiful hazel eyes meet your own "Im sorry I wasn't there when that creep followed you home, l'm sorry I couldn't protect you." You pull in his shivering body for a hug letting him nuzzle against your chest. "Oh big guy that's why you've been glued to my hip all week. You were visiting you mother Reiner it wasn't your fault." He pulls away looking down at you, even on the counter your couldn't match Reiners height. "I know but-" "But nothing. You protect me all the time, I always feel safe with you." You kiss his nose and jump off the counter away from the glass "will you help me clean this up?" He smiles once again questioning if you're actually an Angel sent to love him "Anything for you angel."
Porco: Babe, Love
Porco isn't too big on pet names opting instead for your name but there are times when he calls you babe. Especially when someone gets a little too close to you and his usual sharp glare isn't enough to ward them off and remind people who you belong to. "Hey babe." Porco appears out of thin air behind where you sat talking to a friend from class. His first instinct is to place a kiss on your cheek while glaring at the poor guy trying to avoid eye contact.
"This guy bothering you?" He questions with a raised brow and a protective arm around your shoulder. You send a quick apologetic look to your friend who looked quite ready to pass out under your boyfriend gaze. "No this is my friend from class." You get up from your seat taking Porcos hand in yours "I'lI see you later." You wave good bye to your friend and lead your boyfriend away from the campus and towards the parking lot. "You don't have to do that every time you see me talking to a guy." You words where laced with annoyance but the soft grip you had on your boyfriend hand indicated to him you weren't that pissed. "Sorry I can't help it." You get to your car and lean against the door, Porcos protectiveness was sweet but when he drives away any friend you make that's when you have to step in. "Is there someone in that big head of yours telling you I want anyone else, hmm?" He looks down in shame deciding to ignore your comment on his head. "No there's not." He mumbles. You take his other hand in your gently stroking his knuckles. "Then why do you act like l'm gonna get snatched up by some guy." You wrap both of his hands around your waist and he immediately pulls you into a hug. "I-I still think you're too good for me, I guess l'm waiting for you to find someone better." You gasp lightly genuinely shocked that your boyfriend had these thoughts.
"I could never leave you, you have no idea how much I love you." Your grip round his shoulder tightened almost chocking him. "I love you too babe."
Porco calls you love in the comfort of the apartment the two of your share, constantly being teased by Pieck about how whipped he is for you was honestly bringing him closer to wringing her neck. You normally spent your weekends alone doing some chores while waiting from you boyfriend to come back from work but today he took the day off to stay cuddled in bed with you tightly wrapped in his arms. "Pock baby we need to get up." He groans at the nickname you picked up from Pieck, it's horrible but he hates it a little less coming from you. "Not yet love, just a couple more minutes." His lips softly kiss the crook of your neck and you almost fall for the tricks he pulls when he wants to get his way.
"I'm hungry let's get up and eat then we can come back." You attempt to get up but are pulled back within seconds. His legs come over yours trapping and stopping you from making a move.
"Just a little more time, please." He pleads and tries to kiss you again but you don't let him, he huffs and removes his legs from yours but his arms were still circling. "You're lucky I love you." You warn him getting comfortable again. "I know love, I know."
Jean: cupcake, doll
Jean is totally and completely obsessed with you, in a good way. He's so in love and doesn't want to go even a second without you. It's great to have a boyfriend so sweet but at times maybe he's a little too sweet.
"Just one more."
You push his face away from yours with your hand. Jean came home 30 minutes ago and hasn't left your side, he's been planting kisses on any exposed skin which was a lot since you were just wearing a top and shorts. "Jean please I need to cook, go get changed at least."
Your efforts were ignored and soon you were placed on the kitchen island with your boyfriend glued to your torso "can't get enough of ya cupcake." He comes up to your face softly biting your cheek. "Jean stoop, what's gotten into you today?" Jean is a little clingy which never bothers you, you love it when he wants to spend time wrapped up in your arms but when you're trying to get things done and he's all over you it make you wanna kick his ass. "I just missed you so much. Is that a crime?" You laugh and pull him back a little so he could see your face "well im holding a cleaver and you won't let me cook so It just might turn into a crime." Your boyfriend ignores your threats to kill him and sneaks in three more kisses before running off giggling like a child.
It is almost impossible for Jean to be upset or angry with you, he's either quick to forgive or genuinely can't see when you're in the wrong because he's love blind. However that changed today when you told Jean you met with an ex, he was actually getting married and you bumped into eachother and talked for a little while. Jean trusts you completely but didn't believe that your obsessed ex moved on that quickly.
"Jean will you just listen to me, I swear it was just a short chat. He's getting married soon."
You try to reach out for him but he keeps turning which you did not like, when you were upset having Jean just touch you made you feel better but the fact he wouldn't let you do the same hurt you.
"I trust you but not him, the guy was crazy obsessed with you." You sigh and finally succeeded in trapping him in your bedroom so you could talk properly.
"Youre crazy obsessed with me." Your boyfriend doesn't find you point amusing. "In a healthy way doll, I love you but I do not own you. He didn't get that and that's why you broke up remember." You look down at your feet, you couldn't stand Jean being upset with you. When you broke up with your ex you were scared to fall in love again but then Jean came and changed everything. You understand why he wasn't happy you were alone with your ex. "I'm sorry my love, can you come here now?" Jean wasted no time in taking you into his arms. He hated the way he acted but just wanted to make sure you were safe. "I'm sorry too doll, I just love you so much." You smile into his chest "I love you too jean-boy." This earns you a pinch on the hip. Jean hated that nickname.
Bertholdt: princess, sweetheart
Your relationship with Bertholdt is still pretty fresh but you decided that it was time you took it a little further and the two of you moved in together. Bertholdt is shy and it took a while for any intimacy to form so when you woke up and found him snuggled up so close to you your heart almost explodes. You gently trace the features of your boyfriends face with your finger until he wakes up, you curse yourself for ruining such a sweet moment.
"I'm sorry did I suffocate you?" Bertholdt is much much larger than you are but he's so gentle that you were sure it was impossible for him to hurt you. "Of course not Bertie, you were just so cute I couldn't help myself." His cheeks and ears turn an adorable shade of pink when you call him cute. "Please don't call me cute sweetheart." He wanted to be strong for you, he's often described as soft and timid but he doesn't want to be that way with you. "Sorry I forgot you hate that.” You prop yourself up on one elbow while you massage your boyfriends scalp. "I don't hate it." He mumbles quietly. "I just want you to think l'm strong. We live together now and I have to provide for you." You swoon when he looks up at you with his big brown eyes. "You don't have to anything my prince, just stay here with me." You get comfortable on top of your boyfriend who was still a blushing mess "I-I will."
Bertholdt is surprised when he comes home to a dark living room. It been three years since he first asked you to be his girlfriend and now the two of you are engaged. You usually stay up to wait for him or put on candles to light up the room if you've gone to sleep.
Bertholdt sheds his extra layers of clothing and quickly makes it into your room where he finds you laying on the bed facing away from the door. He wasn't as stealthy as he thought he was because the second his knee touched the bed you were up and looking around in the dark. "It's just me, calm down princess" the wave of fear quickly washes away when your fiancés hands come to your face. "Welcome home Bertie." You were exhausted, wedding planning was not easy plus you started your period so all of that piled together made you go to sleep earlier than usual.
"What's wrong?" You loved that he could tell that you were slightly off without even seeing you. "Nothing I'm just a little tired, it's been busy." Bertholdt feels bad for not being able to help today but you didn't mind and so you pull him down to cuddle before he gets into his own head too much. "I'm fine baby I promise, I just want your hugs." Your instantly squished against his chest and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling up your shirt to caress your skin. After three years together he's become more comfortable and confident in touching you. "You can have whatever you want princess."
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Porco Galliard grows up in the Warrior programme; where they teach him how to run, how to fight, and how to kill. They also teach him military strategy, and the history of the Marleyan empire. They make sure he knows the geography of the country as well as he knows the back of his own hand.
And then, inexplicably, they also teach him a not insignificant amount of literature— an attempt to civilise the beastly Eldians they’re training, he figures.
What he learns from the very oldest of the stories they make him read, is that there are no happy endings for love that transgresses.
The girl with the shawl who dyed the once-white mulberry red with her blood, because she tried to run away with a boy that her parents forbade her to see. The beautiful noblewoman, cast into hell, because she found the love she didn’t have for her husband in his brother.
He even knows the stories from farther east, of the woman who drowned— no, who was murdered, by her mother-in-law— desperately trying to reach her real love by the light of the moon. Who swam knowing she was drowning, because her love made her want to try to beat the odds.
She didn't. No one ever did.
Why did he think he would be an exception?
Maybe every time he met you under the moonlight, every night he turned back to look at you, he doomed you a little more. Maybe that's why your fate is to be here in his arms, life bleeding out of you, and still with only his name, and your love for him, on your lips.
Porco knows the cursed blood of a cursed race runs through him. He knew how this story would end, he always did. But when he feels the feeble squeeze of your hand in his, he once again thinks of the girl who bled into the earth, the burning noblewoman, and the woman fighting against the waves.
He thinks of the moment they must have realised they couldn't change the ending.
He wonders if they didn't regret their love either, if they also thought that given a second chance, they would do it again.
This was supposed to be a much smaller teaser for my fic precipice; but my love for tragic ill-fated romance got the best of me. If you like the sound of forbidden romance, fighting to stay together against the odds, and defending the little private world you create with your love, then you should give it a try ❤️
#porco galliard x reader#porco x reader#snk x reader#aot x reader#angst#amber i know i said i was going to sleep but as i said#it got away from me#my fic#snk precipice
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Hello queen. Can i request an angst with porco where the reader is madly in love with him but just cant get him? I feel moody so i need pain, suffering and despair😩😩
sure! i do need that too i'm feeling you 😩 also sorry this came up so late ! hope you like it!
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"See, it has nothing to see with you..." He starts, eyes fixed on the white straw of his milkshake. You're sitting in front of him in silence, attentive to every single one of his words, as you feel tears starting to form on your eyes. Porco keeps his gaze low as he searches the right words to break your heart.
You can't even remember when you started to like him. Maybe it was when he arrived to your high school, several years ago, with his little group of friends. He looked friendly, nice, always smiling to everyone and always there for anyone.
You remember your first interaction, of course. He was late for his training, and Reiner was waiting for him at the end of the corridor. Bad luck he had running into you, who tried to leave the council's room, always so full of papers, with bags hanging on both your arms. The scene seemed to pass on slow motion, all the papers flying around you, as he gripped his hands to the door, avoiding falling. You didn't even know where to start apologizing, you felt way too shy to say anything, and less, to the new guy. You tried to start.
But he smiled at you.
It was so sincere, so pure, that it was stuck on your mind for months, as your words got stuck on your throat.
"I'm sorry." he said, simply. "I shouldn't be running on the corridors, and less, near doors." he smiled again as he kneeled on the floor, getting all the papers as he could together. You quickly helped.
"I should have checked if anyone was passing by, sorry." He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, smiling again, as he fixes his eyes on you.
"I'm Porco. Nice to meet you, even under this circumstances."
You started to find him more and more around, on the breaks, at lunch time, and he even got closer to your friend group. It wasn't rare to see both him and you spending time together with them all on summer, during winter holidays and after your graduation. You and your friends went to all his matches, cheering on both him and Reiner, and having a drink right after it, regardless of the result.
All the time you spent together started to make your heart nervous, pounding like crazy every time he was close to you. You wanted so bad to spend time together, and alone, for once. But he didn't seem to catch your intentions, at least, that's what you thought.
"Wanna go to the movies?" you ask him on one of your groupal karaoke sessions, when he sat by your side after singing. You were too shy, but the dark room and the color lights helped to hide your expression. Porco smiled.
"Sure! Hey!" he yelled, automatically after. "When are you all free for a movie?" you felt your soul dropping to your feet, as he turned and smiled at you under all the claps and the overall discussion about the films.
You tried so bad to have a date, but he kept making them groupal, inviting Reiner, your friends, or a mix of all of them. You tried for months, asked your friends for help, gave up and tried again when you felt a little interest by his side. And, finally, you asked him to go to the café near your uni alone. And here you are now, getting rejected by your crush, on a café known by being a romantic place. You even let him choose you a drink, and it's not even close to what you like. You suspect his attention was never on you, but on someone near you instead. After all, there's one girl in your group.
And she does like Vanilla Coffee.
"It's just... You probably misunderstood my signals." he sighs.
You've never been who I like.
"I thank you for your interest and I apologize for not being interested back."
There's someone else on my head.
"See, uh... You are very kind, and truly a friend I can rely on."
But you're not who I want.
"But... It can't be reciprocal, sorry."
Without a word more, he stands up, with a uncomfortable smile, paying for both your drinks and leaving quickly, as tears start to fall on your cup, the table and down your cheeks before you even realize.
Outside, Pieck waits for Porco with a smile, as he holds her hand to walk towards the park.
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Porco Galliard x fem!Reader
Word count: 1103
Warnings: mentions of death, implied romantic feelings, it's more on the angsty side
Hiya! I thought I would start off my page with a Porco x Reader drabble! Honestly Porco is one of my favourite characters and deserved so much better. This isn't fully proofread, but hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! it may be a bit ooc buuuuuttt I was just having too much fun to be honest :).
The summer heat in Liberio had always been unbearable. The air was humid and uncomfortable, mimicking a suffocating sensation as your lips tingle and your mouth dries out. It didn't help that it hadn't rained for almost 2 weeks and now the internment zone was facing drought.
“I fucking hate the summer.” Porco grunted, adjusting the yellow armband on his left bicep. “This heat makes me want to rip my skin off.” he exaggerated, leaning against a wall.
You had known Porco ever since you were both little, you were neighbours and would go out to play in the street with him and his brother Marcel. You were both 16 now and whilst he was still training to one day get his full warrior title, you carried on with your mainstream education in hopes to become a doctor but as it was the summer holidays you were stuck running your parents corner shop in town.
You let out a small chuckle as you stacked the shelves. The shop was small, cramped and in this weather it was more like a sauna. “You know you would say the same thing if it was winter, right? Oh Y/N it's freezing outside, I hate the winter” you digged, shooting him a playful look before adjusting your own white armband.
Playfully, he rolled his eyes with a huff. “Oh shove off.”
It wasn't uncommon to hear Porco huff or complain, he had always been this way since he was little…although you had noticed it his mood dampened even more when he found out he wasn't inheriting a titan like his older brother and was staying behind in Liberio as Marcel, Annie, Bertholdt and Reiner got to go on a big honourable adventure to wipe out the island devils of Paradis.
You knew Porco was still bitter, could you blame him? He had been working his ass off everyday, training to the point of nausea just so the armoured titan could be given to Reiner? You had nothing against Reiner, he could be sweet at times and although you were never there to see him train you did think it was odd that he was chosen over Porco. It made no sense.
“Pock?” You walked back behind the counter and sat on a stool, head in your hands as you watched his face twist from the nickname. “Why did you join the Warrior programme?” it had been a question that constantly plagued your mind however you didn't dare bring it up- until now.
Brows furrowed and body language closed he replied, “What do ya mean? Isn't it obvious?”
“No, I understand the benefits of becoming a Warrior…”
“The better healthcare, honorary Marelyan status for you and your family. It's a no brainer really, you would have to be an idiot to pass up an offer like that- no offence” you could tell you was hitting a nerve by his tone of voice, but you carried on anyway.
“Right, but wouldn't you have gotten these benefits just from Marcel being a warrior anyway? Why did you have to sign up too?”
“Are you seriously asking why I wanted to do something for my motherland? To make up for all the wrongdoings our people have done over the years?” he snapped, face turning red a bit from anger.
“No, I'm asking why you're so willing to become a monster and drastically shorten your life for a country that doesn't care about you!? Meanwhile the people who care about you are left to pick up the pieces- If there even are any pieces of Porco Galliard left!” you bit back, your own face heating up and your fists clenched.
“WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! For fuck sake Y/N get off my dick! It's my life and I can do what I want with it!?!” He began to yell which made tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
“Get out.” you straightened your back, thankful no one was in the shop to witness this fight.
“What? You can't be serious?” Porcos face fell, realising you were actually getting upset. He didn't mean to make you cry.
“You're barred. Get out!” she yelled, the tears streaming from your eyes, hiccups and chokes escaped from your throat.
Porco just blankly stared at you, guilt filling his body, but he wouldn't apologise, that wasn't the kind of man he was. Grabbing his army green jacket, he stormed out of the shop with a face like thunder. Once he was gone, you allowed your sadness to consume you, mourning a man who hadn't even died yet.
It was stupid for you get upset, you knew this was going to happen. Porco could be hot headed and he was hurting himself. Although you asked him you knew why he wanted to join the unit: to finally get out of his older brother's shadow, to be seen as more than just his brother. To prove he was strong, he wanted to make a difference. He just wanted to be remembered, rather than get lost in the pages of history and if that meant killing himself in the process then so be it.
But what about you?
You who had grown so fond of the blonde boy over the years, the way he could make you giggle at the most stupid things whilst his own laugh would boom and fill the room with joy, making yourself giggle even more when he let out the occasional snort that he hated but you loved so much. How he would always make sure you were always walking on the inside of the pavement, away from traffic. How he would hold you ever so tightly when you got upset over some boy, who you were supposed to go on a date with, began to avoid you even though Porco knew damn well it was because he decided to have a “chat” with him.
If only you knew, he was only still doing all of this for you.
It has always been for you. He wanted to marry you and give you honorary Marleyan status so you didn't have to live in the slums of Liberio anymore, you could go to a really good medical school and have a decent wage. He wanted to give you a better life, even if you never cared for him like he did for you. Porco knew Marcel's honorary Marleyan citizenship wouldnt extend to you if you married Porco so that's why he stayed in the unit, even after he was denied his titan.
He will make it work, he will find a way.
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I cannot be the only one who is deeply offended by this image.
It only flashes in the S4 Part 2 intro briefly, but it's a cruel reminder of what was given up in favor of someone....someTHING.... that was so inconsequential.
i cannot imagine how trading in Ymir for a badly underdeveloped and unlikable character like Porco could ever possibly be seen as the right choice made by anybody. Forget Falco for a bit, Porco was a character with rather poorly established motivations and never felt either three dimensional or necessary. I was not impressed with how this dumb fuck handled the transferral of the Jaw Titan, but Porco is clearly just a placeholder between Ymir and Porco at the end of the day, and neither one of them have any well established connection to Ymir after consuming not just her but her memories as well. I presume.
Ymir was by far the most mysterious and intriguing of the cast for her long and tragic history and her story, her story with Historia was unceremoniously shafted for a far less engaging plot that more often than not felt contrived. Ymir became an afterthought for a newbie who became little more than a footnote in this story and all as a flagrant plot device for Falco. Sure he may be more watchable than Gabi but do I think Falco fits in the narrative in the way he was similarly forced in? NO.
Killing off Ymir for Porco's sake is a mistake that's right up there with Assassin's Bullet. Objectively Ymir is probably the one who got the most fucked over.
I'd like to fuck over you, Isayama. You had your fun.
There is no Attack on Titan without Ymir.
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a comforting teashop
had this idea in my head for a while but the writing inspo barely hit me now, sorry for typos, haven’t proofread cuz i want to sleep, will check when i wake, also sorry if it sounds like a ramble i was in a mood, thx for reading
tags: angst, comfort, minor spoilers, major? spoilers, idk it takes place after the war stuff, so i guess spoilers after ch. 139, alluding to pieck/porco and levi/erwin but its up to you its not fully stated, NOT levi/pieck but if you want it could be too, very much up to interpretation
the familiar atmosphere of freshly brewed tea alongside the smell of baked good has become a comforting source for our two veterans. they’ve become accustomed to working together after the war had ended. although they did fight alongside each other, they were not close. it wasn’t until years had gone by, where they were both trying to find what to do with themselves. after all, it was by a miracle that they even got to live longer than expected.
while they were recovering so was everyone else, some going back to the island and some choosing to stay. of course going back to ruins wasn’t easy but they all did what they could. staying back due to his injury and also needing some help to move around, levi found himself living among who once was the enemy. he also found himself in their care, often being led around by gabby and falco as they try to rebuild their lives together.
for pieck on the other hand, she was unsure where she would reside. in some ways she felt that she betrayed the goal, but also knew that they did the best they could in the end. it doesn’t mean the thoughts don’t eat her up at night, along with the images of her fallen comrade. just the one comrade in particular, the image of his face all bloodied as he gave himself up.
it haunts her, but she is not the only one with these nightmares. the stoic captain himself has seemingly grown used to seeing fallen soldiers, but all that is a façade he has forced himself to show outside. in truth, he is still haunted by the images of his family torn apart and his squad being thrown around. worst of all he is haunted by the moments of his commander taking his last breath. he knows he could have saved him, but did he really want his to suffer more than he already did. this was his way out, why would levi rob him of the freedom he finally had. the only freedom any soldier had.
as these two are plagued with these horrifying thoughts, there is also a small silver lining. a small shop that was run down in marley, had been restored as a gift to the ex-captain himself. a gift from his fellow comrades as their final goodbye, as they depart for new ventures back home. the home levi no longer calls home, it now seems so desolate after losing everything he had. having to start anew in the place he once fought against, but it feels awfully comforting in a way. it became his distraction, of course he had to have the occasional help of gabby and falco but he did not mind it at all. it was only when their parents intervened to also help out, it made him feel useless. even though it was for the better, they insisted he couldn’t handle running the whole shop himself so he needed to accept some sort of help. of course he could not hire a stranger, especially with the guilt he held so it seemed he wouldn’t be able to run this business fully.
that was until pieck had volunteered herself to help work around the shop. it was a shock for them all, mostly from the surprise of seeing she had stayed back in marley instead of leaving with the ex-scouts back to the island. of course she had thought about escaping her old home to join the island devils once more, but she decided to stay and work through her guilt towards her home.
at first levi was reluctant to let her join, but he felt he owed it to her. especially for having to lug him around so much during the war, but also for trusting hange and not killing them immediately. so with that, he no longer had to worry about the parents watching over him and no longer had to keep the kids away from living their own lives. it gave him a complete clear conscious, something he rarely felt.
at the start of their working together levi made it very clear on what he would handle on his own. pieck had no qualms about his choices, she agreed she would help only when needed as long as she got to do her own thing. while levi had his teas it came to a surprise that pieck had her baked goods, particularly scones and biscuits. it was the perfect mix of their hobbies that made their business become a nice little comfortable spot for the community, and at the same time they were finding the comfort they needed as well.
while it is true their nights are sometimes haunted with those traumatic incidents, it seems that they have gone down just a bit. only for a bit though, because sometimes the smell of a fresh brew reminds levi of those late night meetings he’d have with erwin. especially those nights before expeditions when they both thought it could be their last. sometimes pieck spills her mix because she sees porco asking when the scones will be done, she even swears she can her his voice calling out that her baking is burning right before the timer goes off.
all these memories play in their heads, but they’ve become bittersweet. when the day finally ends they take what’s left over and enjoy it themselves in silence. no words are needed, not even when they notice the other’s shaky hands or the single tear that falls down a tired face. they don’t need to be discussed because the feeling is mutual. the guilt they share will remain but the scones can make it taste a little sweeter and the tea can help wash away some of the fears they once had. this is their new way of living, this is their way of coping. this is what their peace looks like, for however long they manage. the small teashop in marley, a new home.
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I was tired this morning (June 9th) and my brain told me that I had to draw something heartbreaking, so have Porco seeing his s/o (from Paradis) discovering that he is in fact an enemy... Also these are actually small doodles, they don't exceed 3cm I think.
Also I thought this song would fit (the chorus with the woman voice in particular), and I checked the lyrics, turns out it works pretty well ! That songs gives me feels, even more now that I get what it says ^^
(Warum - Knorkator)
I have weird music tastes and I have so many German songs since last year that half my playlist is in a language that I don't know at all. I went from Rammstein only to more then 25 German bands now, lol !
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PORCO • „ BOXER AU !
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🍊.. QUICK REMINDER: this is not in canon divergence, this is in a highschool setting.
**NOT BETA READ.**
+ my first story written on here
His normal slicked up hair was now disheveled with time and sweat, guttural grunts came from the mans throat, slurred curses along with it, a low scowl formed on his face as he punched the hard bag in front of him, Porco’s fits ended up with his knuckles tainted red and sweat on rolling down on his face and trickling on his eyebrows. Not only was today one of those days, but he was more enraged then ever, he didn’t even know why, Porco guesses something so little set the fuse, again. But not only he was tired, he felt idiotic, he knew his outbursts not only hurt others but also himself, he acknowledges it but he pushes it off but then itches the back of his brain, leading to doing what he was doing now; punching a ratty old punching bag that somehow the school was able to afford. He was silently grateful for it, without it he’d probably have more pent up anger to deal with, and with that… he stopped, he lowered his arms as a loud sigh of relief came out his lips, slightly shivering from the amount of sweat that pent up on his face and nape, quickly grabbing a towel and wiping it off, he had felt disgusted he let his anger lead to this much sweat
You had always been concerned about his behavior, not only he beat himself up for things so little he berated himself of things that he never needed to do so, his thoughts always came with ‘its too late, im a good person under this tough skin.’ which you also hated that mindset, but he did too, there was a lump in his throat and hell was he guilty; he had bloody knuckles and tears streaming down his face, today was probably the was the worst day for you both. You had slipped and scraped both of your knees and spilt coffee on your brand new laptop and shorts. You knew there was burns on your upper thighs from the blazing coffee, but porco lingered in the back of your brain, kicking it as you felt shameful, not being able to help him cope with his brothers passing. You roamed the schools empty hallways searching for him, an ache in your heart stung your chest until you sighed breathlessly, staring at the room you must’ve assumed he was in, looking at the door through your eyelashes, to be honest you were scared as fuck.
DING!
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💬 @prcogalliard
< sorry, im home rn but im cooking, what do you want?
Your tongue clicked, reading the message atleast once or twice before shutting off the phone, shoving into your left hand pocket that rested on the side of your upper thigh; grazing the burn from earlier. You had winced, dismantling the unlocked door as you clicked the lock on it with a simple clik! before walking off to where you two shared an apartment.
You were old to enough to put off your feelings, you werent some middle school kid having their first crush, but Porco was different, even if you two were already dating his native italian language sent lovely shivers down your spine
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➣The Only Exception
Porco x Fem!Reader (College AU)
Genre: Enemies to Lovers
Warnings: strong language, mentions of classism
wc: 3.4k
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06. The Businessmen
“(Y/n), can you take these to Mr. Smith please.”, you heard Mrs. Reiss call out to you as she handed you a small stack of papers. They were the statements for the new layouts of the new issue for the cover she was working on for the publishing company. You had logged almost 20 extra hours on top of your regular 30 to help save for spring break. Sasha and Mikasa had organized a whole trip with the guys and even offered to invite Porco and his group since they were friends with Connie, Armin and Eren.
Damn Porco having to be on the same team as them. You mentally cursed.
You walked down to the elevator to go to the second floor, you waited patiently for the doors to open when you recognized someone from the corner of your eyes. They were tall and had dark hair, wearing a fitted suit with a briefcase.
Why did they look so familiar?
The ding of the elevator brought you attention back to focus, getting in and pressing the second button from the top. The elevator went down and stopped on the second floor, you walked out to the long hallway that led to Mr. Smith’s office.
Your Boss’s gorgeous CFO. He was tall, muscular, and had gorgeous cerulean eyes and perfectly styled blonde hair.
You knocked patiently, waiting for his response, he let out a calm “come in” and you pushed open the door. You saw him and his Co-CFO next to him, Mr. Ackerman. Also, very gorgeous, just smaller than Erwin but still muscular and black hair and gray eyes instead of blonde and blue.
“Mrs. Reiss asked me to drop these off. They’re the printout statements”, you smiled at him, his mouth turning up returning a smile to you.
“Thank you, (Y/n). Levi and I were just trying to wrap up this months expenses before the new quarter starts” You smiled at him blushing slightly before giving a goodbye to both him and Levi.
How could two men be so perfectly gorgeous and not even know it?
If only the guys within your age range were as perfect. You could think of a particular few, but their personality ruined their entire existence all together.
You walked back towards the elevator, pressing the up button to go back to the third floor where all the marketing and content offices were. The elevator opened and the same man you saw earlier came through.
Looking closer at him, his face was structured, his hair styled perfectly, his suit seeming like it was very expensive and high end. It looked like a fitted, as he walked by you noticed a small stitched emblem on the top side of his suit, unnoticeable to the common eye.
That was a Brioni tailored business suit. Not something just anyone could purchase. Maybe he was here for an interview or was an investor in the Reiss Publishing Company. They were a powerhouse name in Sina, you doubt any business owner hadn’t heard of the Reiss / Fritz family if they were a top notch business.
You walked into the elevator, ignoring the man who still, for some reason, felt familiar. As though you have met him before, but you did tend to meet a lot of people because of your parents, maybe he was just someone you had met while you were in high school or something.
You walked back into the office and noticed that Mrs. Reiss was talking to one of the other interns, you liked her a lot, she was older and had short ginger hair. Her name was Petra Ral, she went to university abroad most of her undergrad, and graduated early so her resume was already impressive with that alone.
You both got along well, both equally admiring the CFO’s who worked on the second floor, only she was more serious about getting Levi’s attention than Erwin’s. You thought it was cute how she would get nervous when he would enter a room or how she talked about how he liked the way she prepared tea over anyone else in the office.
Maybe there could be a little chemistry between the two of them. You wish you could get the same feeling about someone in the future, be careful of the way you made things for them or how you would compliment them in every way possible.
You wonder if your parents were like that when they first met or if it was just their age that made them marry one another. Your thoughts lingered around as the seconds passed, your attention bringing itself to the article in front of you. A young woman on the cover of Forbes magazine with an interview about how she became so successful straying off a traditional track. Her parents, lawyers, and she became the only one in her family who didn’t practice law. She traveled and made a company surrounded by travel and living your life to your own heart’s content.
That’s something you always longed for. To find ways to get away from the pressure of your parents to be in the medical field, to pursue your own life and grow old knowing you were happy with the path you chose. Not having to conform to what anyone else thought, it would just be you and your own goals and dreams to follow. You wanted to create your own creative company, one that would reach all types of people everywhere.
Your biggest dream was to help people, to inspire others, something you believed you could accomplish on your own, without your parent’s name attached to yours. It was why you always falsified your home life. You didn’t want people to attach you to your parents and have an unrealistic standard of who you were supposed to be. You were proud that your parents came from nothing and built an empire for themselves, you just wanted to prove you could do that too, but on your own with your own skill.
You wanted to be a part of big companies because they were impressed, because they wanted you. You wanted your hard work to show through your work, for big names to see the talent you had and the passion that ran through you. You wanted to achieve it on your own, not because of your family’s name or because of nepotism.
You wanted to create your life, your success, your dreams, all on your own accord. You wanted to hold pride in the fact that you could create a name for yourself without anyone's help, especially not with a heavy hitter reputation like your parents or their company.
The (L/n)’s ran one of the biggest medical foundations in the country. They owned several hospitals and they were the main providers for medical supplies. It made your parents filthy rich, your family took pride in this, milking the name as much as they could. You on the other hand, didn't want to be a part of such a big thing. You wanted to stay ground level with everyone else. You truly believed money changed people, sometimes for the worse.
That’s exactly what happened with your family, not so much your parents, but your extended family. Your aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, they all used your parents for money and found ways to make money off of being related to the notorious (L/N)’s.
You didn’t want people to see you that way, and you definitely didn’t want to be used either. So, creating a new life for yourself as far as possible with as little insight as possible was what you did. No one knew anything except Historia, and even she found ways to keep her own secrets hidden.
Of course, people knew who she was, but she found ways to have a normal life without all the crazy people bombarding her with questions about her family all the time. You were more than happy to keep your life boring. Boring life means no one cares to get too involved. You could always hide behind someone else and all the attention would pass by.
Lost in thought, you completely zoned out during Petra’s small rant on how much she thought she had a shot with Levi. You tried to focus back on what she was saying, but Mrs. Reiss stepped in, coming to your rescue. She gave both of you a stack of letters to go through, they were submissions for the new issue going out next month. You internally thought if you’d be able to make a submission one day.
You nodded at Mrs. Reiss instructions and you went off with Petra. You knew the next four hours would consume you with reading.
You went to sit at your desk, small and decorated, but it was enough for you.
Five hours, four cups of coffee, and 20 articles later, you finally finished your stack of submissions, setting aside the ones you believed were good enough to be in the new issue for the upcoming month. You put them into a folder to work on tomorrow and edit the photos for each of the writers and put them into format for each of the articles.
You turned off the lights on your desk and locked the small drawer that held some of your personal belongings that you preferred to keep at work. Nothing super valuable, just a small journal, a camera, and some letters from your parents.
You said goodbye to Petra before walking over to Mrs. Reiss office to let her know you were finished with your work. You knocked on the office door, she let out an invitation to open the door and when you did, you were met with the same man from earlier. The dark haired one who had the Brioni suit on. She smiled at you and welcomed you in.
“Hi, (Y/n), how can I help you?”
“Oh, I was just coming by to say that I’ve finished the articles and separated them into the ones that would fit best for the new release next month.’, you could feel the man sitting in front of the desk staring at you, almost like he was analyzing who you were and what your position was in a company like the Reiss Publishing company.
“Thank you, (Y/n). You can go home and finish the work tomorrow with the formatting.”, you nodded and bid her goodbye, then slightly turned to give your farewell to her guest. “Oh, (Y/n)”
You turned back towards her and she stood, the man following her lead, “This is Mr. Gulliver. He’s the CEO of one of the medical supply companies in Sina. He came by to see if there was a way to include his company in an article next month. I wanted to introduce you since you’re one of the intern editors this year, maybe the both of you could get to talk more about this tomorrow or sometime next week.”
You looked at him and smiled, extending your hand to shake his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I look forward to working with you.”, he smiled at you, his grip only slightly tight, just to match your gentle handshake.
He was a handsome man, he was probably in his 50’s but looked pretty young regardless.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss (Y/n). I look forward to moving forward with the Reiss Publishing company. It’s an opportunity of a lifetime to get such a big name to publish for a company like my own.”.
He was pretty humble for someone who owned a major company like a medical supplier. You would know, your parents did the exact same thing, but that was a comment you had to refrain from sharing with him.
He gave you a business card before you said goodbye once again then walked out of the office. Maybe this would help your parents understand your career choice, working with someone in the same field as them. It wasn’t the same but it could be good enough.
You slid the card into your bag and made your way outside to catch the bus back to campus.
The next morning was the same, you woke up and rushed to get ready, throwing your hair into a small bun and changing into work clothes. You prepared coffee and looked at the small clock you had on the counter. You still had the half hour commute, the ten minute walk to the bus stop, it left you with about 20 minutes or less to spare. You watched the coffee pour into your small thermal tumbler and pulled the creamer out of the fridge before you heard the small ping of your phone. You turned to see who texted you so early, it was only around 6:45 am.
It was no one else but the man himself, Reiner. You smiled before responding to his good morning text. There was no denying that there might be… something, between the two of you. Nothing that was too developed to move forward with anything, but thanks to your parents, you doubt it would happen. You wondered if they would actually let you date, but this ‘requirement’ of theirs was just to see how well you could fulfill your high school promise to them.
You put the lid on your coffee, and grabbed your bucket bag from the couch. You walked out to the hallway and quickly locked the door before rushing to the lobby to walk to the bus stop. You put your headphones in, the cord not being any easier to untangle even though you were 110% sure you had left them untangled before putting them into the bag.
You walked towards the stop, seeing that there were two or three other people also waiting. Exhaling, your thoughts wandered back to Mr. Gulliver and how your meeting with him today would go. Your nerves were probably getting the best of you, especially since you were only an intern and Mrs. Reiss trusted that you could give a consultation to such a big client like Mr. Gulliver. You wondered if your parents had heard about his company or not, even though Trost and Sina were pretty far apart, there were still businesses that knew one another regardless.
The bus ride was silent the whole way to the office, you softly leaned your head on the window and stared outside, just thinking of all the assignments you had to finish before the weekend. You worked 3 days out of the week, which only left your off days to class and homework and the weekend to your extra hours working from home or from the nearby coffee shop. You really hoped you were able to save enough for the spring break trip, maybe it would be fun even if Porco and his group were going.
You wondered if you would still go camping in Dauper or go to Stohess. It was a bit of a drive but it was nice since there was a huge lake and cabins to stay in. You could go swimming, campfire, grill, you knew it would be fun for all of you. Maybe you could invite Reiner, even though he was already ‘invited’, you thought verbally doing so in person would mean more to him. You figured you could do that today or tomorrow after work.
You couldn’t figure out why exactly Porco had a problem with you, but you figured that he was just an ass who didn’t like anyone who wasn’t from Liberio Private. If that was the case, then why did he and the guys get along so well? You shook your head, trying to empty your head of negative thoughts. Today would be a good day, you weren’t going to let someone you barely know consume your head.
After another ten minutes, you finally arrived at your bus stop. You gave your thanks to your driver before walking off and walking towards the Reiss company building. It was a pretty nice building, but pretty standard for Sina company buildings. Your favorite part of working with Mrs. Reiss was the unlimited free coffee. Oh, how your mouth would drool at the thought of one day having a full coffee bar in your own home in the future. You had already finished your cup on the bus, and since this coffee was free, you walked up to the counter and ordered another. You decided to grab one for Mrs. Reiss too since her order was the same as yours.
You grabbed your two cups and headed for the elevator. You pinged the button and patiently waited. You looked around and admired the architecture of the building around you, day dreaming of one day owning your own company like this. Mrs. Reiss was truly your inspiration, she told you how she didn’t get married or have kids until she was already an established name. She didn’t even have the same last name as her husband, she said that she built it from the ground up, she would be damned if her husband’s last name would be the name of the company she built. A little revolutionary but some people would think of it as extreme. Besides, she’s the one who’s a part of a powerhouse family, at least he could admit that he played no part in her company’s success.
You managed to get to the office and saw Mrs. Reiss talking to Mr. Gulliver. She smiled at him before she made eye contact with you.
It was only 8:00, why were they here so early? Call time wasn’t until 9:00.
The first hour would just be set up, getting consultations ready, and editing pages. “(Y/n), I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Gulliver and I have been talking about how he wants you to be his personal editor throughout this publishing process.”, your heart dropped. Did you hear that correctly?
“He saw your portfolio and resume and it's quite impressive, that is the reason I wanted you as well.”, Mr. Gulliver walked over to you and said good morning, repeating the phrase back like a stiff robot.
“It’s refreshing to see such a young woman achieve so much, all on her own too.”, he started.
Oh, it wasn’t all on my own, but you won’t know that.
“You go to the University of Paradis right?” he questioned, you nodded and he smiled.
“I have kids who are the same age as you, rather successful, so it makes me happy to see someone their age go out and achieve big things.”, You didn’t know if you should be humbled or if he was about to start giving you a subtle pity party.
“They should take note from your book, not everyone can come from a family that can provide everything for them. I have to remind them to be humble about where they are, things in life do not come for free.”,
Well, you’re right about that. You thought to yourself.
“You said you had kids? Do they go to university?” Mrs. Reiss questioned him, Mr. Gulliver turned to her and gave a small chuckle.
“Yes, though I wish they would have gone to Stohess or Wall Rose University, they settled for the University of Paradis.”, you wondered if you knew who his sons were, maybe you had them in a class.
“What’s their name? If you don’t mind me asking that is, sir.”, you asked him, a bit of shakiness in your voice. “Oh, it’s-”
“MRS.REISS”, you heard Petra yell from outside the office, turning the topic of conversation away from Mr. Gulliver to Petra.
You all walked outside and saw that Petra was covered in black printer ink. “Petra, what happened?!”
“I was printing the morning reports and the printer started malfunctioning, so I opened it to see if the paper got stuck and it started smoking and the ink exploded.”
You had to hold back a small laugh, Mrs. Reiss helps an ink-covered Petra to her office to change into her spare clothes. You wrote out a small note saying Out-of-order and placed it on the broken printer. You made a mental note to call the maintenance crew later. You felt a palm land on your shoulder slightly,
“I look forward to working with you Miss (L/n).”
A/N: Love Erwin and Levi with my whole heart. Here’s the chapter for this week! I released the masterlist for this series and it is pinned on my profile so you are able to see each chapter as it comes out!
I really enjoy all the feedback you guys are giving, I am also starting the Jason Todd x Fem!Reader series and seeing here I can take it and hope you guys might enjoy it as well!
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someone else lights up the room
paring: eren jeager x reader
summary: it’s mid-september and eren’s falling in love for the first time in his whole life. too bad for mikasa, it isn’t with her, but with you.
genre: fluff, smut, slight angst (just in case)
notes: well pals! here she is!! my long, long awaited re-write for this series. a lot of this will seem familiar to those who read this part when i first posted this series, but there is some new stuff we haven’t read yet as well! after this part, almost everything we see will be new to all of us. i am very happy to get this out and to hear everyone’s thoughts on the re-write. reblogs and comments are much, much appreciated. please give me any and all feedback you may have. i know i put it off, and missed lots of deadlines i promised you guys, but i have put my whole heart into her. i am very excited to get this whole series out and completed to you guys, which will all be posted (hopefully) before the end of august. title credits; nothing new; taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers
warnings: MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, meet cute, eren is a hopeless romantic, eren is a gentleman, eren is a sweet boy, eren falls in love with reader basically at first sight and has been smitten with her ever since, reader recently got out of a toxic relationship and is still healing- but is also very smitten with eren, unrequited love (mikasa), mentions of creampie, jealousy, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)
word count: 8k
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Eren spots you from across the courtyard walking with your little blonde friend after his final class for the day. It makes him stop and completely tune out whatever Mikasa is trying to talk to him about regarding their upcoming applications for medical school that are due in a few weeks.
You’ve got on a little light blue floral dress that shows off your legs and collar bones beautifully, and paired with some strappy white sandals that show off the pretty polish on your toenails.
It makes him wonder if your skin is as soft as it looks from this distance. He bets it is, and he bets you smell really good, too.
Your friend says something that makes you laugh, the sound bringing a half grin on Eren’s own face as his heart stutters in his chest.
Mikasa looks up to see if he’s paying attention, quickly taking notice of the gleam in his eyes and half smile beginning to take up his face. It almost makes her smile before she realizes he isn’t even paying attention to her.
Her gaze follows the direction of his, quickly noticing you walking in their direction with your friend’s arm linked through yours.
She quickly frowns, being unfortunately reminded of the deep infatuation that Eren has with you that began during last spring’s semester. Honestly, the first time he talked about you, she thought you were an idiot, being the only junior in a freshman level chemistry class and barely passing. She often wondered if Eren tweaked your grades on the papers and exams he graded as Professor Hange’s TA, not that she would ever admit that to him.
Annie had been the one to inform him that you had a boyfriend, and had been with said boyfriend since high school, her knowing from not only going to high school with you and your friends but having been in the same friend group before she broke up with Bertholdt. Apparently her friendship wasn’t as valued to you guys as his was and she made her quick exit and found herself in their little friend group now, thanks to her and Armin’s relationship, if you could even call it that currently.
Discovering your relationship didn’t quell Eren’s interest a bit, and he asked Annie to tell him everything she knew about you, which was actually quite a bit despite not being very close to you.
Annie met you through your, now ex, boyfriend Porco Galliard. You were a cheerleader and top of your class at Marley Prep and you have stupid rich parents who fund your whole lifestyle and want you to be the happiest you can be.
In Mikasa’s mind, you just really aren’t the type of person she think Eren would be happy with. Sure, his family is well off, but your parents, from what she knows, are on a whole different level, and you seem shallow.
She ends up so lost in thought she doesn’t even hear Armin walk up and start a conversation with them, going off about some party that Annie said she was going to tonight and hinted that she’d like to see him there if he was available.
“Armin, not that I mind going with you, but I’m not sure why you need me to go with you?” Eren spoke with slight confusion.
Armin looks between Eren and Mikasa, “I’ll just feel better if the two of you are there with me,”
Eren’s gaze turns soft when he notices how tense Armin is, how nervous he actually is at the thought of joining Annie at this party. Mikasa speaks up before Eren can respond, “We have a really, really important lab tomorrow, but as long as we aren’t out too late we can come.”
It almost upsets Eren at how definitive her answer is, how she’s decided for them that they need to be home at a certain time, that he needs to be home at a certain time. He isn’t a child, and he’s getting tired of all the coddling he gets between Mikasa and his mother.
“Lab isn’t until 9 anyway, so we don’t have to be home that early anyway.”
Armin throws his arms around his two best friends, mumbling quick thank you’s and you guys are the best.
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Eren doesn’t exactly hate parties, but he didn’t particularly want to be here tonight. He’s under a lot of stress with his applications for early acceptance to his top medical school choices being due soon and his mom has been on his ass about coming to visit, which he typically doesn’t mind doing but before returning to campus for this last year at university, he and his dad got into a huge fight over where he’d be going to school and residencies and all the bullshit he didn’t want to deal with, especially since he still hasn’t told his dad that he doesn’t know if he plans on going to medical school.
But there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for Armin, and if Armin needs him here for moral support, then he’s here.
Grabbing a cup and putting who knows what is in it, he turns around to make his way back to the living room to find his friends when he stumbles into another body. Reaching for your wrist, nearly dropping his cup in the process, he helps steady your body as his eyes widen slightly realizing just who it is he just ran into.
You’re slightly more intoxicated than you’d typically like to be, but after spending the afternoon watching your phone blow up with text after text from Porco before you finally had to buckle down and block him, again, over some of the hateful things he had sent you, all you wanted to do was drink and forget about the stupid break up, which paired perfectly with the fact that Hitch had wanted to come to this party and stalk Marlo.
Eren’s eyes trail up your figure, taking in all of you. Tonight you’re wearing dark wash jeans that compliment you in all the right places, light rips line the area of your thighs. The denim comes up and rests perfectly on your hips, while the light pink top you have on hugs your chest in a way that Eren knows if he looks for too long, his own jeans will start to get tight, with the amount of cleavage your showing on top of the way it clings to you.
Your own eyes look over him, taking in his pairing of dark wash jeans and a plain black shirt that clings to his muscles just right. He’s got nice hair too, you note to yourself, and it’s thrown into a sexy messy bun. You can’t help but wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.
The two of you make eye contact and it feels like his eyes are trying to find your soul with how deeply he’s looking at you.
Your staring is interrupted by Hitch, who stumbles in and grabs your free wrist with a giddy look in her eyes, “You won’t believe who just got here,” And just like that, you’re pulled away from him and into the crowd of people.
Hitch drags you over to your other two friends. Historia is sitting on Ymir’s lap as the latter is whispering, what you can only assume, dirty words in her ear. The way Historia is fidgeting in her girlfriend’s lap with her lip between her teeth makes you fairly sure that the two won’t be here for much longer.
You look at Hitch with a raised eyebrow and tilt your head back to the two of them in question. “Reiner is here.” Distaste fills your features at the mention of the blond brute as you hum before taking Historia’s cup from her and drinking the bitter, clean liquid.
“Vodka? Yuck.” Your face is scrunched up as you close your eyes and drink the remainder of the drink. You look back at Hitch, “No Pieck?”
Hitch frowns at the mention of the dark haired girl and shakes her head, not knowing why you would even bother to ask.
Pieck wasn’t initially your friend, she was his friend, but she quickly embedded herself into your friend group after you had started dating him. Hitch never really liked her, to be fair Hitch doesn’t really like anyone, in fact she always thought Pieck had tried a little too hard to be your friend, always looked at you a little too long. There had been multiple occasions where the shorter girl would lace her fingers with yours when she thought no one was paying attention, or Hitch would find her sending a heated glare in Proco’s direction when he would cling to you in front of her.
And it’s not like she’s even been around since the monumental breakup that occurred in June. Sending all of your calls to voicemail and neglecting the group chat before Ymir had enough and finally just kicked her out completely.
Needless to say, Hitch thought Pieck was fucking weird. But what she thought was weirder was that after you and Porco broke up, she completely ghosted not only the group- which Hitch could’ve excused- but you as well. Hitch couldn’t care less about Pieck not wanting to stay friends with her, but what bothered her was how hurt you were over it.
Sure, you have herself, Historia, and Ymir. Hitch has been your best friend since first grade and has never been anything less than your rock. Always there when you need her and never letting you down. And Historia joined the two of you, turning your duo into a trio in sixth grade when you and Hitch decided to join the cheer squad for middle school, and you met Historia at tryouts. The three of you made the squad and the rest was history.
When Ymir started dating Historia freshman year of college, she quickly learned how much you and Hitch meant to her, and in turn, as long as it was in her means, if you needed anything she was there.
But Pieck’s different, she’s no Historia, and she’s definitely no Hitch, but she’s Pieck and you hold a lot of love for her. And you were absolutely heartbroken that when you called her after the huge final blowout between you and Porco and she didn’t answer.
Sure, Hitch and Historia know how bad your relationship was, they know everything, but Pieck was the only one who saw how bad it was. It killed you to know she didn’t care enough to even just answer or send you a stupid text despite everything.
As if she can sense your mood dampening, Hitch grabs your hands, smiling wide and giddy again as she remembers why she drug you out of the kitchen in the first place, “You will not believe who is here!”
You roll your eyes playfully as you turn to give her your full attention so she can talk all about Marlo, not even noticing the eyes that can’t stop looking in your direction.
Across the room Eren stands with Mikasa and Armin, the blonde nearly sweating through his light blue button up shirt. Despite trying to calm him down, Mikasa can tell Eren’s mind is elsewhere. He keeps glancing across the room.
Following his eyes, Mikasa’s land on you with your friends and she has to fight an eyeroll, already irritated with being here.
Despite thinking his crush was stupid, hollow even, she couldn’t deny that she’ll never forget how upset she had been when she overheard Eren talk about you with Armin, the former had told him that you were probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
When she looked up your instagram later that same night, her stomach knotted as she noticed just how pretty you looked in all your photos, how put together you always seemed. Mikasa’s never really been insecure over girls Eren had brought in and out over the years, but you were just a different story.
Armin seems to finally catch on to the fact that Eren isn’t paying attention to his nervous ranting.
“Eren! Hello?” Armin finally snaps him out of trance, Eren looking at him briefly before looking back over at you, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” He tells him off handedly, gaze still on you. You have a bright smile on your face as Hitch says something, he assumes, is funny.
“You should just go talk to her,” Armin finally tells him with an exasperated sigh, which causes both Eren and Mikasa’s heads to snap towards him.
“Why would I do that?” “Why would he do that?” Eren’s eyes meet Mikasa’s as she blushes harshly under his gaze that holds deep offense.
Armin looks between the two before he clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean it’s not like she has a boyfriend anymore or anything. Worst case scenario she ignores you,”
Eren nods before frowning slightly, “Yeah, but I almost knocked her down in the kitchen and didn’t even apologize,”
Armin looks at him with wide eyes, almost gasping, “You mean to tell me you finally had a chance to talk to her? And you didn’t?”
Another offended look is on Eren’s face in an instant, “How do you know I didn’t talk to her?”
Armin scoffs as he rolls his eyes at Eren’s question, “Well, actually, I know you. And I know for a fact that you didn’t talk to her because you wouldn’t be over here with us talking about her, you’d be over there with her. And I also know that even if talking to her didn’t work out, you still would’ve said something about it.”
Mikasa frowns again, “But aren’t we supposed to be here to support you, Armin? I mean you’re a nervous wreck.” Armin gives her a weird side eye, and frowns lightly at her behavior.
“I mean I have you here, and Jean and Connie are here if all else fails?” Though he says it as if it’s a question, Mikasa knows the question is why she’s being so defensive about Eren talking to you.
“I think it’ll be fine,” Armin turns back to Eren, giving him a nervous grin, “Just go talk to her1 Annie’s here already anyway.”
Eren nods to himself, and then looks between Armin and Mikasa with a half grin that makes Mikasa want to melt into a puddle. “Wish me luck.”
As Eren makes his way across the room towards you, Mikasa can’t help but frown as she starts to compare herself to you. The outfit you’ve got on compliments your body so nicely, while her ripped black jeans and black tank top do nearly nothing for her own figure. You’re also pretty outgoing, while Mikasa can barely hold a conversation with anyone who she hasn’t known since high school without cringing at herself.
The glitter that frames your eyes is also a deep contrast from the black liner that is smudged around her own, your hair is nicely styled with a pretty silver butterfly clip holding some of it back while Mikasa’s hair is at an awkward stage of nearly outgrown because she hasn’t had a chance to go get it trimmed since coming back to school.
She also has bags starting to form under her eyes, the long nights of studying getting to her. Choosing pre-med as her major in an attempt to stay close to Eren starting to bite her in the ass since it comes a lot easier for him, so he doesn’t have to study as much.
Jean and Connie join Armin and Mikasa once they notice Annie in the kitchen. Connie walks up behind Armin and wraps his arm around him, getting close to his ear so he can give him a pep talk on how to woo Annie. Armin grumbles back that he doesn’t need his help, but when Sasha bounces over, she gets on Armin’s other side and tells him that Connie means well, just take his advice!
Jean stands awkwardly next to Mikasa, who has yet to take her eyes off of Eren. Her eyes finally avert to Jean when he starts talking.
“You look really nice tonight, Mikasa,” She has a slight frown on her face, but she mumbles back a small thanks as she bites her lip. She looks like she does every day, and she wants to tell him that, but instead she gives him a fake smile that she knows he can see right though and asks him if he wants to go find something to drink. He has an idea of what she’s trying to do but smiles softly and tells her to lead the way.
As the two of them make their way to the kitchen, Mikasa takes another glance towards your direction, stomach dropping even more when she takes note that Eren’s standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets.
Hitch had been going on about Marlo and how handsome she think he is for the past twenty minutes; Ymir is about five minutes away from taking Historia up to a bathroom, and you’ve had probably one too many solo cups full of vodka when Eren made his way to you, hands in his pockets and a boyish half smile on his face.
Hitch cuts herself off mid-sentence when she takes note of the six foot two man towering over the couch you occupy, eyebrows raised as she looks between the two of you with a sparkle in her eye once she realizes his eyes are strictly on you.
Your own eyes are wide with drunken curiosity as you look at him. “I know you!” Your voice makes Eren smile slightly as you continue, “You bumped into me in the kitchen, right?”
Eren winces and lets out an awkward laugh, “Uh, yeah. I just wanted to come over and apologize, I had meant to earlier but was a little distracted.”
His heart sputters when you let out a soft giggle, “Oh, don’t worry about it! Parties can get distracting. Though, I’d hate to think you’ve spent this whole party thinking about apologizing instead of actually enjoying yourself,”
Though there’s a teasing glint in the smile on your face and in your tone, your eyes tell him you’re genuinely worried he spent the whole party worrying about the fact that he ran into you.
“Oh, uh no. Well I mean I was distracted by you, but” His eyes widen once he realizes what he said, while Hitch has to hold back laughter at the man in front of her turning red.
“You were distracted by me?” Your tone is slightly disbelieving, and your eyes have a certain shine in them that he doesn’t quite recognize but the look on your face has his own flushing even more.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, Ymir and Historia have pulled away from each other and make eye contact with Hitch, whose eyes are gleefully wide as she looks between them over your head. Historia is a little confused due to the amount of liquor she’s drank in such little, but Ymir catches on pretty quickly to what Hitch is getting at and reaches across Historia to tell you that they’re gonna head out and they’ll see you later. Historia looks confused and goes to protest but a quick look from Ymir has her quiet despite her confusion.
Waving bye to your friends, Hitch looks across the room and her eyes land on Marlo, she looks back at Eren with a coy smirk, “Keep an eye on her for me, yeah?” and before he can answer she’s up and gone.
You and Eren sit in a semi-awkward silence for a few moments before he speaks up, “Do you want another drink?” He cringes at his question and silently prays that you don’t think the worst, that he’s just trying to get you drunk.
“Actually, I think I’ve had enough to drink, but maybe we can go sit outside or something?” He nods, an excited look in his eyes that makes you smile brightly. He reaches his hand out to you, and you take it, smiling wider as he helps you up and puts an arm around your back to take you outside. Neither of you notice the heated glare in Mikasa’s eyes as she watches from the kitchen.
It’s a lot more comfortable outside, you’re able to breathe and hear a lot better. He sits next to you on the ground up against the rough brick of the house as the two of you spend nearly the next hour talking about whatever comes to mind.
Eren asks a lot about you, what you like, what your favorite food is, why your favorite song is your favorite song, asks about your major. He tells you that he thinks you look like an art major, which in turn you tell him you didn’t expect him to be in pre-med, which he laughs lightly as he nods in agreement, telling you it definitely wasn’t his first choice. You don’t ask him to elaborate, which he’s thankful for.
Mikasa frowns from her spot next to Sasha as Eren makes his way back over to the group, you shyly behind him with your fingers laced through his. Armin smiles and has to refrain from sending a thumbs up towards Eren once he notices you’re with him. Annie smiles, what Mikasa would consider her most genuine smile, and waves at you. Mikasa nearly forgot that the two of you used to be good friends at one point.
Mikasa tunes out the rest of the group as Eren explains that he’s gonna head out, you’re getting tired, and he wants to make sure you get home safe. He’s got that boyish smile on his face, and Mikasa watches how you’ve got a blinding grin on your own face, eyes not leaving him as he speaks to his friends.
Jean watches Mikasa’s eyes water slightly as Eren sticks his hand in your back pocket as the two of you walk away. Her watery eyes meeting his as she silently begs for him to make the pain go away.
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Eren has you pinned up against the front door to his apartment before it can even slam shut behind you. Your chest pushed up against the door as his hands work their way up and down your sides under your shirt, teasing the underside of your breast as he grinds his erection into your ass as your back arches.
His left hand moves your hair to the side so he can suck on your neck while his right hand reaches for the button of your jeans, making quick work of getting them undone and slipping his hand into your panties. His middle finger makes quick work in circles on your clit, making you gasp in surprise and reach up with you right hand and grab at the back of his head, tangling your fingers his soft brown hair.
The light pull of your fingers causes him to groan and bite down on your neck, causing you to gasp in surprise.
He pulls his hand out of your pants and moves both hands to the hem of your jeans and begins to pull them down. His husky voice in your ear makes you moan out loud when he tells you how badly he wants to taste you.
His body follows his hands as he pulls your jeans down to your ankles, slapping your ass lightly before he spreads your cheeks so he can get a nice view of your cunt, and he groans when he sees how fucking wet you are.
His thumb finds your clit and he puts just the slightest bit of pressure, but somehow it’s enough to make you let out a soft moan of pleasure, causing him to smirk.
“Yeah, you like that, baby?” You nod and moan louder as he puts more pressure, rubbing harsh circles as he leans forward and dips his tongue into you. He groans at your taste, and he takes his thumb away from your clit so he can use both hands to pull your body closer to his face.
“God you taste so fucking good,” His words make you blush, but he gives you no time to respond, his tongue finding its way back to your clenching hole.
“Ohmygod,” You can’t contain the gasp of pleasure that leaves you as your right hand reaches around to hold his head in place as he continues fucking his tongue in and out of you, hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you as close to his face as he possibly can, breathing be damned.
His tongue alternates between fucking your hole and licking at your clit. His left hand moves from your hip to your cunt, and he sticks two fingers inside you as he continues licking at your clit. He groans at your tightness around his fingers, that with the addition of the taste of you driving him insane.
“Er-eren!” You yelp out his name as his fingers make quick work of finding your g-spot, you feel him smirk against you once he feels the spongey spot. Fingering you faster, his mouth moves back to your clit, and he puckers his lips around it and begins to harshly suck on it.
The feeling is too much, you feel like you can’t breathe. His fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot, and his mouth harshly sucking on your clit has you cumming before you even realize it.
“Eren, ah! Fuck, I-I’m cumming,” You moan out, trying to warn him so he can pull away if he wants. But he somehow manages to keep surprising you.
“That’s right baby, you fucking cum for me.” Curling his fingers slightly harder against your g-spot, his free hand grips your hip harder to hold you in place as your body starts to tremble as your orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t pull his fingers away until you’re nearly sobbing from the stimulation against your g-spot, and he slowly pulls his fingers out of your clenching hole.
He smirks as you gasp, one hand still clinging to his head while the other hold the trim by the door for dear life. Slightly leaning forward, he licks your cunt one last time in a harsh strip from your clit up, momentarily sneaking his tongue back in you one last time for good measure.
Pulling away from you, he stands back up, slowly pulling your underwear back up. Giving your ass a light tap, he bends back down and lifts your legs up one at a time at your knees to help you pull your jeans off of your ankles. Eren folds and lays them on the end table by the front door before he makes his way back over to you, who’s now turned around, face flushed and facing him with legs still slightly shaking.
He smiles at you once his hands find their place back on your hips, mouth meeting yours in a kiss that makes you gasp in surprise, but your arms quickly make their way around his neck. Licking your bottom lip, he lifts you enough to where you can wrap your legs around his waist so he can walk you to his room. His tongue works its way into your mouth, causing you to moan slightly around it as he continues kissing you until he reaches his room and sits you on the edge of the bed.
You look at him confused when he makes his way over to his closet, pulling out an old black band t-shirt. It’s faded, but well taken care of. Your eyebrows furrow when he hands it to you and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and changing into them, leaving the t-shirt he was wearing off.
“Did you not want to…” Your voice trails off as you look at him with furrowed brows as he makes his way back over to you, fighting hard to keep your eyes off of his naked chest. He crouches down so your eye level, and he frowns when he sees the slight insecurity swimming in your eyes.
Reaching a hand up, he caresses your face and rubs his thumb just under your eye before he lightly pulls your face to his, kissing you again. This kiss is much lighter than the previous one, softer, he’s being much gentler. When he pulls away you frown slightly, leaning forward for more but he stops you.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, trust me when I say I do want to. Like, very badly.” He huffs out a laugh through his nose, the furrow in your brow slightly deepening in a silent question, “But I also happen to enjoy you very much, and I’d like to take you out properly, ya know?” He blushes deeply as he says it, but the smile on your face brings a huge grin to his own.
Reaching forward, you wrap your arms back around him, pushing your face into his neck as a small sigh leaves your mouth, “I think you might be very good for me,” Eren hears you whisper as you nuzzle your face into his neck. Eren lets out a soft but genuine laugh as he pulls your body closer to his, hoping you’re right. Hoping he might just be good enough for you.
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Mikasa looks around Jeans room, trying to stay as far away from him as possible in his full size bed, and she can’t help but wonder what you and Eren are doing right now.
Regret starts building deep in her gut as she realizes what she’s done with Jean will not only change the dynamic between the two of them, but also the fact that Armin is going to be so fucking disappointed in her once he realizes she only slept with Jean because she was upset Eren left with you.
Carefully crawling out of his bed, she quickly finds her phone and clothes before getting dressed and quietly leaving Jeans room.
Guilt is swirling in her stomach as she walks as quickly and quietly as she can out of his apartment and makes her way up a few flights of stairs to the one she shares with Armin and Eren.
She prays to herself that Armin and Annie decided to go back to Annie’s place, so they don’t have to see the disgusted look she has on her face. Disgust with herself, disgust with the fact that Jean let her use him, disgust with the fact that that the more she walks, the more she can feel Jean’s cum leaking out of her. Her disgust is quickly overcome by even more guilt as she unlocks the front door to the apartment.
Guilt is a terrible feeling, it’s nothing compared to the heartbreak she feels as she’s walking towards her room. Because the last thing she expected when she walked past the bathroom was to see Eren holding you up on the counter by the sink as he attempts to wipe the glitter off of your eyes.
He’s got that stupid smile on his face as he whispers for you to keep your eyes shut, he’s almost done. He holds your head at the nape of your neck gently with one hand while the other makes work of carefully rubbing your eye.
You’re mumbling incoherently, sleep lacing your voice as you hold your arms around his neck, head following wherever his hand guides it.
Out of the corner of his eye, Eren notices Mikasa’s disheveled appearance, while he doesn’t make a comment one it, she notices the way he raises his eyebrow in surprise.
She wishes she could say something to defend herself, but her gaze is too caught on you. The way he holds you tenderly makes her stomach turn, he’s so careful and gentle as he caresses your face, it makes her frown in envy.
“We’re almost done, you can have the bathroom in a minute,” Eren tells her softly, and she hates that she knows his soft words aren’t for her benefit but your own. She watches as he does a quick glance over your face one last time before he throws away the makeup wipes from a brand she didn’t recognize, watches as he gently lifts you at your hips to wrap your legs around his waist and how your face instantly makes its way to his neck in an almost natural way.
“Night, Mikasa,” Eren whispers and smiles when he hears you mumble a soft night of your own. “Good night, Eren,” Her voice isn’t above a whisper either, so he doesn’t hear her voice crack as he shuts his bedroom door, leaving her in the soft yellow glow of the bathroom light, alone.
Despite all the negative and harsh thoughts running through her mind, all she can focus on is the fact that Eren had let you wear his favorite shirt.
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Eren’s been awake for nearly fifteen minute, he knows he should probably wake you up too. He has a class in a little over an hour, and if he waits too much longer to get up, Mikasa will come to get him like she always does when he sleeps in.
But he can’t bring himself to care, not when you’re lying next to him making that old ass ‘the cure’ t-shirt look as good as you currently are.
He can’t help but admire you. You just look so perfect.
“You’re staring.” Eren flinches in surprise at your words, not realizing that you’ve already woken up.
“I’m gazing,” You peek an eye open at his words, a half-smile making its way onto your face at his cheesiness.
“It’s creepy.” He scoffs at you, leaning his face so close to your own that your noses are touching. “I think it’s pretty romantic.”
A hum leaves you as your raise your eyebrows at him, eyes closing slightly as you lean closer to him, lips nearly touching his, “Romantic you say?”
He sighs, nodding as his eyes refuse to leave yours, “Definitely romantic.”
Just as he’s about to lean in to seal the deal, a loud knock at his door causes the two of you to pull away from each other, “Eren, get up. We have class in a little more than an hour. I will not be late again to one of Hange’s classes because of you.”
He groans, head falling right next to your shoulder, “Yeah. Thanks, Mikasa,”
A laugh leaves your mouth, causing Eren to grin, “What time is it anyway?”
Eren reaches for his phone, clicking it on, “9:15,”
You groan loudly in despair. “I have class at 10:30,” The pout on your face almost has Eren asking if you want to skip and go get breakfast. Almost. But when you reach for your phone and sit up he decides against it.
He watches you scroll through your phone for a minute, not peeking at whatever you’re doing so he doesn’t seem like a creep. You’ve still got a little bit of glitter on your face from last night, and Eren inwardly cringes at the fact that he couldn’t get all of it off.
He likes the way you look in his bed, not to get ahead of himself but he definitely thinks that waking up with you a few days a week is something he could get used to.
Hopefully, next time you guys will have time to go get breakfast though, or maybe if it’s a weekend, you could get brunch.
Eren’s thoughts leave his mind when you look back over at him, a soft smile on your face, “Any chance I can get you to give me a ride home on your way to campus?”
“Yeah, yeah of course.” He tries not to sound too excited at the thought of you sitting in his passenger seat. You mumble out a soft thank you as you watch him get out of bed and make his way towards his closet, leaning your head in the palm of your hand as you admire the way his back muscles move and flex when he pulls a black t-shirt over his head.
“What class do you have this morning?” He asks, with genuine curiosity, you look away to give him some sort of privacy as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear so he can put on a pair of dark wash jeans and new briefs.
“Oh, um, it’s an advanced sketching class. Nothing special.” Running your fingers through your hair, you stand up and look around his room for your jeans.
Eren turns back around as he’s buttoning his pants up, smiling when he finds you standing awkwardly without pants on. “Your pants are in the living room,”
A half-grin is on your lips when you make eye contact with him and nod. “Right, I forgot.”
“Forgot I ate you up against my front door last night?” He’s cheeky, and it makes your body heat up as you bite your lip to stop a smile from showing you enjoy his teasing. Reaching over, you lightly slap his arm and mumble for him to get his head out of the gutter, to which he gives you a cheeky smile and a peck on the cheek in relation.
Mikasa is sitting on the couch in the living room when the two of you walk out, and she has to fight looking at you too long once she notices you still aren’t wearing pants. Just that stupid t-shirt that Eren’s been attached to ever since he found it at some local thrift store when they were fourteen.
You smile and send her a small wave, getting a blank look in return that makes you frown slightly. Eren appears in front of you, holding your jeans with that same boyish grin on his face. “I think your shoes are still in my car,” A small okay leave your mouth as your slide your jeans on, not really caring for modesty at the moment since everyone in the room has already seen you without pants on.
Eren holds your phone and keys out to you, “I, uh, couldn’t find your shirt or the clip you had in your hair last night.” As he scratches the back of his neck, you have to refrain from ogling his biceps as they flex. “Oh, uh, that’s okay,”
Before either of you can say anything else, Mikasa clears her throat, “I hate to interrupt, but we have a class to get to.”
Eren gives her a weird look at the tone she uses and the look she’s giving you. “Actually, we’re taking a detour. We’re going to drop her off at her place first.”
She frowns and looks over you under her nose now that she’s standing, before giving him another look, “Eren, we seriously can’t be late again.”
You finally decide to speak up, “I can always get an uber-“
“I think that would be for the best.” “Absolutely not!”
You look awkwardly between the two of them as they glare at each other, feeling extremely out of place. You give Eren an uncomfortable look, “Really, I can find my own way home,”
Eren lets out a scoff, his eyes softening as he looks at you again, “It’s really not a big deal. And if she has such a problem with it, she can take a bus.”
Mikasa lets out a noise of disbelief grumbling a whatever, sending you a sharp glare as she storms to her room to grab her bag.
She can’t fucking believe him, how dare he? She’s been nothing but good to him for twenty-two years and this is what she gets in return? Over some random girl who didn’t even know his fucking name twenty-four hours ago?
The car ride to your apartment from theirs consists of an extremely awkward fourteen minutes, not that you were counting. Mikasa had sent you another intense glare when you went to sit in the front, practically forcing you to sit in the back and ignored you the whole time, talking over you anytime you tried to respond when Eren spoke to you.
You have to refrain from letting a huge sigh of relief leave you once the car stops in front of your building. Eagerly getting out of the car, you don’t even notice Eren quickly stumbling out of the driver’s seat as he tries to catch up with you.
“Hey! Hey, wait up!” His voice makes you halt your steps, turning around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about you, I don’t think she had a great night last night and-”
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Eren,” You don’t mean to interrupt, but he really doesn’t owe you any sort of explanation.
Slightly frowning he responds, “Well, I know. I, I just had a really, really good time last night, and I didn’t want to end things on a bad note or before I can ask for your number.”
“You could’ve just asked,” A light laugh leaves you at his more detailed than explanation, “I just meant you don’t have to apologize for your friend. Everyone has bad nights sometimes, and having someone throw of your routine can make stuff like that even worse.”
“Oh,” He laughs awkwardly as you hold out your hand for him to give you his phone. He watches with enthusiasm as you punch in your number before calling yourself, so you have his number.
“Text me later! I’d stay and talk more, but I need to go change for class and I think if you stay any longer, Mikasa may just glare a hole in my skull.” You press your lips against his cheek softly before you turn around to enter your building, “See ya later, Eren.”
His whole face is burning up by the time he gets in the car, too engrossed in what just happened to even notice that Mikasa has a deep scowl painting her features.
His phone buzzes, pulling it out he sees it’s a text from you. A fond smile is on his face when he sees it’s a mirror selfie of you in his t-shirt with a half grin on what shows of your face. For my contact photo <3
“Are we going to class or what?” Mikasa grits out with a hateful tone, snapping him out of his trance.
“Oh, right.” He awkwardly coughs out as he starts the twenty minute drive to campus. Very, uncomfortably, awkward twenty minutes.
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Walking out of your sketching class, you’re pleasantly surprised to find Eren standing there waiting for you with, what you assume is, an iced coffee in his hand. Once he notices you, a huge smile appears on his face.
“Hey!” Your face heats as he hands you the drink enthusiastically, “Uh, Hi!” You look between him and the drink with curious eyes, causing him to blush as you take it.
“Oh, right. It’s an iced chai, with oat milk. I had Armin make it, he said you seemed like the type to like chai, but if you don’t like it then I can take you and get you something else.”
Your eyes don’t leave his face as he goes on about how Armin said oat milk was definitely a safe choice, because in case you have a dairy allergy, he firmly believes it superior non-dairy milk. Eren continues rambling for a few minutes about how he has no idea about the differences between almond and oat milk before he finds himself lost in your eyes that seem lost in his.
Smiling, you reach your free hand and grab his own, “I love oat milk. And, I have to agree with Armin, it is the superior non-dairy milk.”
Relief washes over his features as he smiles brightly at you, eyes traveling over you as he takes in your outfit change from this morning. You’ve chosen pink again today, and he can’t deny that it looks great on you, though he wishes you had kept on his shirt instead of going with the pink jeans with the pink corduroy jacket over a cropped white tank top you’ve chosen today.
You clutch your black tote bag closer to you as you sip the drink happily, grinning at Eren as you bite on the straw.
He smiles softly and clears his throat, “Anyway, I had a question for you.”
You quirk a brow, nodding for him to continue, “There’s this old theatre in town, they play lots of older films. They’re playing Rear Window on Friday at 7:30. Last night you mentioned you like older movies, so,” he sticks his hands in his pockets, biting his lip and glancing up at you, green eyes shining.
Your face heats up even more if possible, “Are you asking me out?” You pray his answer is yes.
“I mean, yeah! But, like, only if you want, though,” He’s met with a lip bite as you fight back yet another grin.
Despite wanting to say yes, you feel the slight need to be cautious. “I would love to go see Rear Window with you, but-”
Eren has to fight the frown that begs to take over his features at your words as you continue. “I just got out of a relationship. The only relationship I have ever been in, actually. And, well it wasn’t exactly a great relationship,”
Looking up at him you give him a small smile, “I would love to go out with you Eren, on a date. But do you think we could maybe, I don’t know, just hang out for a little bit? Take things slow?”
Eren tries not to look disappointed, because he does understand and he’s not disappointed, more bummed than anything honestly. But, he’s spent a whole semester pining over you, what’s a little longer?
“Absolutely!” The relief in your eyes makes whatever disappointment that was trying to creep in disappear completely.
Yeah, he absolutely can take things slow. No problem at all, right?
Can you take things slow, though? Probably not.
A comfortable silence develops between the two of you as you leave the fine arts building and head towards the parking lot to the south of it, “Do you want to get lunch with me and my friends tomorrow? I can pick you up around 1?”
Looking at him, you smile and nod, “Yeah, but are you sure no one will mind?”
Neither of you need to say anything to know you’re referring to Mikasa and her behavior towards you this morning. His face falls slightly at the thought of you not wanting to meet or hang out with his friends just because she was acting out of character this morning.
“Of course not!” It rushes out before he can control it. “If you’re worried about Mikasa, she had just had a bad night last night, like I was telling you earlier. It had absolutely nothing to do with you!”
You bite your lip, still unsure as you two come to a stop next to your car. Looking up at him, you sigh internally when you see his green eyes are already staring deeply at you, as if he’s begging you to say yes.
Despite a nagging feeling deep in your stomach, one telling you not to give in, especially so soon, a small voice in your head tells you that this, that he, could be good for you.
A soft smile creeps onto your glossy lips as you nod, telling him you’d be happy to go with him to lunch with his friends.
The smile the breaks out on his face makes all your negative thoughts disappear.
This will be a good thing, worst case, you just don’t click with his friends. He seems to like you plenty well already, and you like to think you’re likeable, surely his friends will, at the very least, get along with you.
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[3] precipice ; porco galliard (2/2)
pairing: porco galliard/f!reader
chapter word count: 24.6 k
chapter content/warnings: secret meetings in the dark, crushing on your bf/gf, porco's scandalous sexual history, some angsting about marcel, girls' night out
chapter summary: The most precious secrets are the ones that are the hardest to keep.
a/n: this is overdue, isn't it? 🤭🤭posting as two parts because I learned tumblr has a post length limit!! As always, please let me know what you think, I love hearing from my fellow galliard girlies. <3
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[<-Chapter 3 (1/2)][Chapter 4->]
The old woman gives Porco his change. The coins are cold against his palm, from sitting near her ice chest. He doesn’t like how they jingle in his pockets with every step; and he plans to give them to the children, once he gets back to them.
“Just the one, dearie?” she asks, in her quakey voice.
Porco nods.
Her husband hands him the ice cream cone wrapped in tissue. He says something too, but the man doesn’t have enough teeth left for Porco to make out the words.
“Thank you,” he replies, hoping it’s appropriate. “It’s good to see you two as well.”
It’s a pleasantly warm afternoon, but they’re both bundled up in matching brown coats. Pigeons flock at their feet, pecking at the breadcrumbs they’ve scattered around. They’re sitting on one of the wooden benches under the elms that line the path through the park. Mottled light filters through the drying, thinning leaves in large patches— Liberio is entering autumn. It's fairly crowded, with people wanting to enjoy the cooler weather.
(It’s a nice day, for once.)
The old woman— Porco doesn’t know her name, but she’s been here for as long as he can remember— gives him a wry smile. “He asked if you wanted spoons, to share with your lady friend.”
Porco swallows. “It’s not like that. We’re— we’re colleagues.” He can feel the chill emanating from the ice cream against the sudden, anxious warmth on his skin.
“That’s what I told him!” She smacks the man across his upper arm. “No armband on her! She’s one of us, you old lout. Don’t you go getting this poor boy in trouble.”
Her husband chuckles.
Porco thanks them again, and begins walking back; but the exchange has his nerves on edge. Was he being careless? Was this too dangerous? This was a mistake. It was selfish of him to ask you to come here, out in the daylight.
The carpet of red and yellow leaves crunches under his boots. He sees you alone on the bench. Your uniform is stark white against the muted, earthy colours around you. Just a nurse; spending her lunch break out in the only green patch for miles around.
You’re watching the children play. They’ve somehow roped Colt into their game while Porco was gone, and he’s chasing them across the grass.
“Po— Galliard,” you greet him pleasantly as he comes up.
Right. You’re a nurse from the hospital nearby, and he’s Galliard. It couldn’t be any other way, not out here; no matter how much he felt otherwise when he looked at you. He’s stupid to have forgotten that. He’s stupid to have forced you into it.
Porco hands you the cone, and pulls his hand back even though he wants to let his fingers linger against yours for a little longer.
“For me?” you ask, pleased. “I was wondering what was taking you so long. Thank you!”
The delight on your face makes him guilty, somehow. “You didn’t get any for yourself earlier.”
You lick the ice cream. “I didn’t know if I was supposed to. All their customers were…”
“Eldian,” he completes. He swallows back a sigh, and goes to lean against the tree behind the bench. Stupid.
You turn to look at him with a sad smile. “You can’t sit with me, can you?”
“It’s not a good idea,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault.” You tell him, turning back.
This is a public park, and it’s one of the handful of areas outside the internment zone that’s open to Liberio’s Eldian population— upon obtaining permission from the relevant authorities, of course. And still, the two peoples separate like oil and water. The path that runs through the middle of the park is a boundary. You’re allowed to be here, but on this side— the Eldian side— you’re an oddity.
(Of course, no one on this side dares say anything about it. But they do stay away; and none of the other children join in with the candidates’ game.)
“You and Colt seemed friendly with that old couple,” you comment, still looking ahead. “Who are they? They weren’t wearing armbands.”
The old Marleyan couple has been here since before he was born, and he's sure they'll be here long after he's gone. “Their son was in the military,” he explains. “An Eldian saved his ass thirty years ago, and carried him back behind the lines after he lost his legs to a landmine.”
“That's terrible.”
“Well, he survived. And now he runs an ice cream shop, so mom and dad express their gratitude by bringing some over every weekend for the Eldian kids.”
You sound impressed. “They've been doing it for thirty years?”
“Give or take. We don’t buy anything from the regular shops because…” He trails off. Because, there’s a good chance they would add rat poison to the sprinkles— but he doesn’t want to tell you that.
He doesn’t have to continue though, since Colt chooses this moment to trip and fall teeth first into the grass.
(Again, Porco thinks in disbelief. Good luck for everyone but himself.)
Colt picks himself up but stays on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. You gasp out a soft ‘oh no’. The children worriedly look at each other, suddenly silent, and cautiously approach him.
You're trying to hurriedly hand Porco your cone to go check on him when Colt explodes upwards, and tackles Falco to the ground with a triumphant cry. The other three shriek and scatter.
Porco watches you laugh, sitting back down with your arm resting across the back of the bench. He watches the ice cream melt, beginning to run down your fingers. Something squeezes his heart. He really does want to hold your hand.
“Hey,” he says. “My throat’s been kind of sore.”
You scrunch your eyebrows as you look up at him. The dappled sunlight shines across your face. “Warm water will—”
“I think I'm going to go get it checked at the hospital before I head home.”
Your frown deepens in confusion before understanding dawns. “Oh! Oh, you could do that. Yes.”
“I'm going to tell Colt I'm leaving. You're uh, you're probably heading to your shift after you finish eating, right?”
You nod, incredibly seriously.
And so Porco finds himself, about twenty minutes later, at the reception counter in Liberio General’s marbled foyer. The nurse on duty is a small woman, with her black hair in a wavy— almost curly— bob. She’s standing; but she’s short enough that her shoulders barely clear the tall counter. The way she’s staring at him is unnerving.
It’s because she’s staring at him, Porco realises. Not at the armband.
“Uhm…” he says, because the silence has stretched on for a fair bit now. “Like I said, I wanted to see our regular nurse but she wasn’t at—”
She blinks at him. Her eyes are large and round. “You look fine. Really fine. Wow.”
Porco blinks back. “... thank you? But I—”
“Were you really going to die, or would you have been fine anyway if they just let you steam in the corner for a bit?”
Porco thinks he should probably be offended by this, but there isn’t even a hint of malice in her words— which is impressive, because those were hard words to say without malice. And honestly, with that uniform, she reminds him of you; just a little. So he decides to engage with her.
“…Are you talking about back in the Mid-East? Were you there?”
“I wasn’t with you, but I was there.” She leans closer. “So, were you? Going to die.”
“I was bleeding pretty bad. Probably would have.”
“Wow. I wish I could heal like you.” She pulls back her sleeve, and shows him a long, thin burn on her forearm. “Got this from a pot. It’s so ugly.”
“It’s not that bad,” Porco assures her. It really isn’t. “Can I see my usual nurse? Her name is—”
“I know who your nurse is. She’s not here yet, though. What seems to be the problem?”
He doesn’t think he can get away with a sore throat. “My, uh, eye hurts. And sometimes I see spots. Big ones.”
She frowns. “And it won't heal itself? It sounds like you need a doctor, not a nurse. I can make you an appointment—”
“No! She… she needs to get me a referral. I’m uh, military property, after all. Can’t go around making my own appointments.”
“Oh, is that how it works? That’s inconvenient.” She sounds genuinely sympathetic.
Porco almost feels bad for the blatant lie. “It is.”
“Hmm. But she’s not here yet.” The nurse thoughtfully taps her chin. “If it hurts real bad, I can get a surgeon to smash your skull in and then we can wait for the whole thing to reset. That should fix it.” She looks pleased with this idea. “I don’t think we need a surgeon for it at all! You wouldn’t even have to wait.”
Porco’s mouth falls open. “Helos, lady. You know I can still feel the pain, right?”
“You can?” She looks shocked. “Oh my. That’s inconvenient.”
“…It is.”
Porco’s almost ready to go and take his chances back at the park; when you pop into his vision, a little breathless.
“Hi, Hannah.” you say to the nurse at the counter.
She chirps back a greeting. “You’re breathing hard. Did you run here or something?”
“Thought I’d be late.” Then you turn to Porco, biting your lip. He thinks he can hear a barely-suppressed giggle in your voice. “What are you doing here, Galliard?”
The nurse at the counter— Hannah, she seems to be your friend, so he tells himself to remember her name— tells you about his eye.
“Ah, it is an immune privileged site,” you tell her. “It makes sense.”
“Oh, it does! Why didn’t I think of that?” Hannah gasps. “Will we really have to smash in his skull to fix it after all?”
You look stunned, and more than a little concerned. “Why are we— ? Hannah, did you tell him we’d do that?”
“It was just a suggestion,” she says sheepishly. “Look, lunch is almost over, but why don’t you go have a look at him in exam room three? That’s Dr. Klein’s today, and he’s always late. There’s time.”
“Dr. Klein…” you mutter. “Thanks, Hannah. I’ll do that before clocking in then, okay?”
You barely wait for her to answer, before giving his sleeve a tug— his heart skips a beat— and leading him out of the foyer. The examination room is only a short distance down the corridor. You hold the door open for him to follow you inside.
This room is far more spacious than number sixteen. It’s about half the size of the clinic. The walls are made of panelled wood, and the shelving doesn't seem to overflow. Sunlight shines through the tall windows.
(Porco doesn’t know when he started finding the smell of antiseptic and the sight of sterilised steel to be this comforting.)
He leans comfortably against the examination table. He's never been here before, yet it feels strangely familiar, as he watches you moving around. You’re drawing the curtains. The room dims, but the curtains are light; and the day outside is sunny, so it’s still fairly well-lit.
“Can you sit on the table, please?” you ask him, as you rummage through the drawers. “In case anyone comes in without knocking.”
He obliges.
You pull out a small penlight from one of the drawers. “So, something is wrong with your eyes, is it?” It flashes on and off, as you make sure it works.
Porco can see you relax too. The practised, formal expression melts off your face. You come to stand between his legs; and when you look at him again, your eyes are full of affection.
(He puts his hands around your waist, just like last time. But this time, he doesn’t need to let you go.)
Fuck, he thinks. Beautiful. He isn’t capable of making longer sentences at the moment.
And he can’t hold himself back anymore. He grabs your face between his palms, and kisses you. You make a muffled noise, but you don’t resist.
“Would it be cheesy to say,” he says after, with his hands still on your cheeks, and his forehead resting against yours, “that something’s wrong with them, because I can’t stop looking at you?”
“Incredibly cheesy. But I don’t mind.”
Porco hums, and tugs your hands into his lap. His back is to the door. Like this, no one coming in can see how your fingers are intertwined with his. Finally.
It feels quiet.
He realises his mind has been noisy all day; anxiously trying to keep this secret. Trying to live in two worlds at once— one where he's supposed to be, and one here with you.
Maybe he should be saying something, and making the most of this brief time he has alone with you. But somehow, he’s content just like this; holding your hand, feeling its warmth without words.
“Porco,” you say, looking down and gently squeezing his fingers, “thank you for coming to see me again.”
“I promised, didn’t I?” He squeezes back. “Hey, look at me. I’ll always come back to you, alright? Don’t ever doubt that.”
You open your mouth to say something else; but there’s a knock on the door. You jolt backwards and wrench one of your hands out of his, to grab the penlight. It clicks on just as the door swings open.
It’s Hannah from earlier, here to tell you Dr. Klein would arrive in five minutes.
You look calm, and your voice is level when you tell her you’re almost done. But Porco can feel your hand trembling in his.
It's noisy again. And too bright.
It wasn’t always like this.
No, that’s not entirely true. It used to be like this. Then it wasn’t for a little while. And now it is again.
For a little while, you weren’t scared of doing things. You thought you finally knew what those right answers were, and figured that the ones that didn’t really make sense to you didn’t make sense to anyone— especially not the people here in the hospital. You thought you didn’t have to make those choices you didn’t agree with.
That’s why you told Dr. Klein he had to try and save Julie.
That’s how you learned you were wrong.
And now here you are again, terrified of taking a step outside the lines.
It’s certainly easier this way.
(It is, it is.)
Did you get it right the first time? Or were you just making old mistakes?
(You admire Porco; and how casually he’d asked you to join him at the park, and then at the hospital. You feel terrible that you haven’t been able to bring yourself to do the same for him.)
“Sorry, I'd invite you, but…”
When Eileen gives you that apologetic look, uncomfortably fiddling with the end of one of her long, red braids; the easiest thing to do is to say you understand, that it’s alright. And then you watch her scurry away down the corridor to join the other nurses about to take their break out on the grounds.
Eileen had graduated with you.
She was from a small town too, but not as good as yours, so maybe that was why she knew the answers so very well. You’re sure she must have sworn up and down to the disciplinary board that you’d made a mistake.
You can’t find it in yourself to blame her.
One of the nurses glances back over her shoulder as she’s leaving, and accidentally catches your eye. You desperately try to stop yourself, but you can’t help the flash of hope. Maybe they changed their minds, maybe Eileen convinced them that—
Then she whips her face forward, and leans towards Eileen to whisper something. They erupt into giggles.
It's pathetic, you think as they disappear around the corner, that it still upsets you this much.
You’d thought it would be different, after being away for months in the Mid-East; hoped that was enough time for them to forget. But nothing has changed. You’re still the one who made a mistake— the one who wouldn’t even admit to it.
The one who it was better not to talk to, just in case.
You’re standing in the corridor outside one of the general wards. It’s a quiet night. In the ward, there’s just an assortment of allergies, and a few broken bones. Only a handful of the rickety cots with their starched white sheets and thin pillows are occupied.
It’s not nearly busy enough to keep you distracted from how terribly your shift is going; and there’s still hours left before you can go home. You sigh, and lean your back against the wall.
The hospital has had lightbulbs installed recently. They burn yellow under their flower-shaped lamp shades, all along the corridor. You tilt your head to peek underneath; fascinated by the loops of glowing filament.
Would it have made a difference, you wonder, if it had been this bright back then?
The memory makes your stomach churn. You turn your gaze down towards the dull red carpet, trying to blink away the ghostly afterimage of the bulb’s guts.
The night of the accident had been a new moon, dark and cloudless. There hadn’t been any bulbs then. Just a thousand candles lining the corridors; the windows shut to keep them from going out. The stuffy heat of the flames and what felt like a hundred bodies packed into the narrow space, a writhing mass of white bandages and the red and brown of blood, too enveloped in strange shadows to make out where each person started and ended; only the noise of children wailing for their mothers, people calling out other’s names. So many names.
Stephen, Stephen, are you here? Please, is my son Stephen here?
Have you seen Sarah?
Maria…? No, no, NO!
And then there was Julie.
Silent.
(No, not silent. Not entirely, not yet.)
You’re so lost in reminiscing, you don’t notice the muted thumping of the wooden cane on the thin carpet, until its owner is right beside you.
“I was hoping you would be here,” a man’s voice says.
You’re jolted out of the memory. Exhaling, you look to the side.
(You remember that voice, how could you forget?)
“Director Klein. Good evening, sir.”
The old man adjusts his cane. “And a good evening to you too, my dear. Would you join me in my office?”
He doesn’t wait for your answer. It wasn’t really a question, after all. The Director rarely asks questions. You push yourself off the wall to follow him further up the corridor.
White. That’s always your first impression of him. Snow white hair and beard— both neatly clipped and combed— and a white shirt under a pristine, long, white coat. You’re sure he carries that cane purely for the effect the carved golden handle has on people; because his back is straight and his steps are strong and confident, as he makes his way up to his office. He's missing at least fifteen of his seventy years.
You remember the last time you walked behind him, down this exact path, with blood crusted under your fingernails, and stained into that skirt you would eventually go home and throw away.
My son was alive, ALIVE!
Ma’am, it was a mistake in the paperwork—
Yes, a mistake! Yours!
Director Klein’s office hasn’t changed, either— tall bookcases, stuffed with leather bound volumes; and the walls so covered with photographs and certificates you would be hard pressed to find a square inch of the flowery wallpaper underneath. He takes his seat behind the heavy cherrywood desk.
You’re left standing in the middle of a room that feels cramped enough to make you claustrophobic; and yet big enough to have you feeling small and awkward at the same time.
“How are you?” he asks. There’s sincerity in his voice.
“Fine. I… fit in better than I thought I would, there.”
“You can still come back.”
You swallow, and look away. “I still don’t want to.”
“I’m only trying to help you, child. Don't be stubborn.”
He sounds concerned. He sounded concerned that night too, when you really thought you could have made a difference by pleading your case.
Dr. Klein, you agreed with me. Why are you—
I didn't have time to check for myself! You really must have made a mistake!
“I appreciate you offering, sir. But I think it would just cause a lot of trouble if I came back here full time. I’m— it's not worth it.”
Dad, she's a new nurse. It's understandable. But our reputation is on the line. You need to clear it up with the committee so they don't think a doctor—
The Director scrutinises you for a few moments. Then he sighs. For a second, he looks much more like the old man he is. “Very well. It's not what I wanted to discuss. Please, sit.”
You sit.
He reaches down to open his desk drawer, and pulls out a red folder that he slides across towards you. It’s emblazoned with the military coat of arms.
You look curiously at him. He gestures for you to open it. You do, and find a single sheet of paper.
“A confidentiality agreement?” Your heart beats a little faster; but a quick skim reveals no details, except for a vague description of titan research. “What for?”
The Director raises an eyebrow. “It wouldn’t be much of an agreement if I could just tell you.”
You read the document again, slower this time. Project Merlot, proclaims the bold type on top of the page.
“You can’t tell me anything?”
“Not unless you sign.”
The idea is exciting. I wish I had something interesting to tell you, is what you’d said to Porco. Well, here it is. Something outside the routine of the clinic, and something other than being treated like you have a contagious disease.
What gives you pause, however, is the fact that it has something to do with titans. ‘Research on titans’, especially where the military is concerned, was just a polite way to say ‘experimenting on Eldians’.
(The memory of Falco, trying to hide his nervousness flashes through your mind. One of the most insidious rumours about Eldians is that they don’t feel pain. You know how much of a lie that is.)
“Why would you want me on this?” you ask the director, frowning. “Considering… my reputation.”
He peers at you over his glasses. “Zeke Yeager requested you specifically.”
You’re surprised. Why would an Eldian want to take the lead on a project like this? “He’s involved?”
There’s a hint of a smile on the Director’s face. “Again, I couldn’t tell you. I’ve signed one of these myself.” He takes off his glasses, and produces a soft-looking cleaning cloth from his breast pocket. “I admit this probably won’t be the most pleasant of projects,” he says, wiping the lenses, “but if I may venture to say so, it is precisely because of your reputation that I think it would be better with you on it.”
You stay silent, unsure.
“You can take a day to think it through, if you prefer.”
The thought of asking Porco what he thinks half-forms in your mind; but suddenly, you’re annoyed— annoyed that you’re so scared all the time, that you can’t seem to bring yourself to do things without some kind of permission, even when the opportunity seems to fall into your lap.
Things have to change.
“May I borrow a pen?”
The Director smiles— it’s a rare sight— and gives you the one from his breast pocket. You take a deep breath, and hover over the dotted line for just a second, before signing your name in glossy black ink.
In the back of your mind, you know this is objectively going to be a terrible job— one which will more likely than not end with you having to throw more bloodstained skirts away. That’s why you’re the one signing your name, and not the children of one of the higher ranking officials. It’s how these things usually work.
But as you close the door to the Director’s office behind you, you find yourself feeling more and more like you won’t regret it. Not if you can help make sure even one person suffers a little less. It’s what you’re good at.
“Ah— I was hoping you’d still be here.”
It feels like déjà vu, when you turn to the side. He looks so much like his father.
“Doctor,” you say. You don’t greet him any further.
Benjamin Klein awkwardly shuffles his feet. The last time you saw him, he had all the charm that came with being the son of a rich, important man— it had dazzled you too. Right now though, he looks a little small.
“How are you? Is the new appointment treating you—”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been away from my post for too long. Please excuse me.” You walk past him, back towards the general ward.
It feels awful, being even slightly rude to him. You think you may throw up right there from the nerves; all over his shiny leather shoes. But if you’re going to stop being scared, biting your tongue and being nice to this man simply doesn’t fit. No matter how powerful he is.
He doesn’t take the hint. That probably also had to do with being the son of a rich, important man.
“I feel terrible about what happened. It’s been a while now, and—” he starts saying, following along beside you.
And you think it’s okay to be seen talking to me again.
“— we never got to have that cup of coffee together. Will you let me make it up to you?”
There had been a time, when those meaningless flirtations he would offer you had actually made you happy. But now you’re at the ward doors, about to step back into that cold place; and all you can think is that he’s incredibly selfish.
“I don’t think I’m free, doctor.”
You catch only a glimpse of his disappointed face, as the doors swing closed.
For the longest time, you’d tried to force yourself to believe that no one had had any choice in that whole affair. But then Porco had shown you that there was always a choice.
Doctor Klein hadn’t been alone in the choices he’d made that night. You know you’re not the only one who saw that the little Marleyan boy was beyond help. You know that there were several eyes who couldn’t meet yours as you pleaded with his mother in the middle of the corridor, while your fingers were still sticky with Julie’s blood.
You shake your head to clear it. Being at the hospital always brought the memories back, but there’s no point remembering any of the details now.
(Even if no one will let you forget it.)
Eileen and the others are back. It doesn’t even cross your mind to try and approach any of them. The distance feels too big to cross by yourself.
You’re neither here nor there now, you realise— rejected by Marleyans, yet still distrusted by Eldians.
That was the strange thing about the military base, you think. It’s the strictest place— by far— when it came to marking out that boundary. But it’s also where it blurred the most; in a way it never could outside the battlefield. Fighting beside someone, bleeding beside them was a camaraderie that turned it into a line in the sand, right up at the edge of the waves.
You know that kind of connection, forged in blood, is dangerously addictive.
It’s still the best place for you to be.
You’re distracted by a tap on your shoulder, and someone calling your name, for the third time tonight. You turn, half-expecting the ghost of the deceased, previous Director Klein.
But it’s only Hannah.
(It’s still unexpected, since this ward is the farthest from the administrative wing, but not as much.)
“Took you long enough!” She brandishes a folder at you. “I didn’t trust those bitches to give this to you if I left it with them. Here, it’s a temporary schedule for next week…”
For someone with less than two years to live, Porco thinks as he leans into the plush meeting room chair and tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, Zeke really is taking his sweet time.
Just like the walls, there’s not much to look at up there— there aren’t even any windows in the room. Porco figures it’s more paranoia than any actual need for security, here on the third floor.
(After all, there was plenty of time to dream up imaginary assassins, when the last time you faced a real enemy was twenty years ago.)
It’s his first time being deemed important enough to be here. This is the fancy meeting room— the one where the asses usually occupying these chairs are highly paid, and have great retirement benefits. Where you walk in, and are immediately faced with a row of larger-than-life, grandiose portraits of former Generals; decorated with medals and standing in front of red velvet curtain backgrounds.
Like he said, not much to look at.
Porco gets up, and walks towards the only things worth anyone’s attention in the room— the row of copper plaques right below the paintings. He runs his hand over the engraving. Names. Dozens of names, his among them. Marley’s titan holders.
Their names, and their years of service.
(Only the years of service. The military didn’t care when you were born, or how long you’d gotten to grow up.)
He follows the lists down to the very end, running his fingers over each line, letting the syllables of each name rest in his mind for a second before moving on to the next. He’d like it if someone would do that for him, he figures.
And then he arrives at his own.
Porco Galliard: 850 —
It's like an open grave. He tries to imagine what it would look like in ten years, picturing the curves of the eight and the six and the three that would one day be carved into the plate.
For a moment, he’s surprised by how naturally the number comes to him. And then he steels himself. No, there’s nothing surprising about it. He will make sure he gets his full term. He won’t leave you behind any sooner than he has to.
Porco’s eyes flick to the name above.
Marcel Galliard. 845-846.
One year. The twelve years before; with all the meals they’d shared, the times they’d walked home together, the countless memories of birthdays, of fights, and just plain talking in the middle of the night— none of that was worthy of being recorded. No, just the one year.
(A rare courtesy from the military, really. Marcel hadn’t actually made it past the winter.)
Maybe it was for the higher ups too, Porco muses. To help them rationalise how they treated people like tools, simply discarded once they were too blunt to use.
But they aren’t just tools, they’re people; and they stubbornly persist.
The memories of a direct predecessor came like remembered dreams— the details always vague, but sometimes the emotions were remarkably clear. But going back any further was difficult. There was no telling what could trigger it. Porco had spent hours in their old room after he inherited the Jaw, rummaging through Marcel’s things— increasingly desperately— to no avail.
But that didn’t mean they weren’t there.
Pieck tells him of an inexplicable happiness, a sense of security when she smells apple pies now. In the brief time they’d had before Marcel was sent to Paradis, he’d suddenly been able to cut and shuffle a deck of cards like a seasoned magician. Porco now gets uneasy on snowy days, when he used to love them.
(He can’t help but feel he got the short end of the stick there, somehow.)
He wonders what will be left of you, in the memories he has to pass down. Will his successors love sweet vanilla, like he tasted on your lips? Will they be comforted by the sight of the elms lining the streets in the old part of the city? Maybe they would feel strangely compelled to turn their eyes to the ground, and watch the swaying shadows of the leaves on the cobblestone.
Porco misses you.
He hasn’t been able to talk to you— really talk to you— for two days now; not since you anxiously approached him on the training grounds under the guise of having to reschedule his regular checkup, and told him about the temporary schedule that would have you working the evening shifts at the hospital all week.
(Porco can only think God had decided to fuck it up for him again.)
(One time, when he’d made a similar comment, Colt had said with some surprise that he didn’t think Porco was the religious type. Porco doesn’t really think of himself as a religious type either, he just likes having something to be angry with.)
He glances at the clock on the wall. You should be locking up the clinic right about now, busily wiping down the counters and locking the cabinets.
“What are you smiling about, Pock?” Pieck asks him.
He’s shocked that he didn’t hear her coming up to him, and that he hadn’t remembered to keep his face straight while he was thinking about you. “Nothing. Just in a good mood.”
She looks at him wryly. “I won’t say you’re never in a good mood, but it’s rare, and you’ve been grumpy all day so far.” I’m not buying it, her eyes say.
Drop it, he says, rolling his own. “Seriously, it’s nothing.”
She sighs dramatically. “You’ve been so distant lately.”
It’s a lighthearted comment, but Porco immediately feels guilty. There’s never been a lot he doesn’t share with her, not since they became the two left behind. “Pieck, I—”
Pieck smiles and pats his shoulder. “It’s just a joke. I’m not going anywhere yet, don’t worry.”
(Her name is, after all, right above Marcel’s.)
He thinks this is the part where he should be a good friend, and reassure her that he’s not shutting her out. Tell her he’ll tell her later, at a better time. But he knows there will never be a time where he wouldn’t be burdening her with his secret. So he just swallows, and nods.
“I haven’t been in here in a long time,” she comments. “The plaques are a little creepy, right?”
More than a little, if he’s being honest. “It’s like they can’t wait to get rid of us.”
“Good luck to them.” Pieck runs her finger up the list; going back thirty, forty years. It stops, on one Francis Zimmer. “Him. He’s the one who liked apple pie, I think. I looked through the newspaper archives in the public library.” She looks a little sad as she continues. “He asked for it as his last meal.”
Porco bumps her with his elbow. “Don’t go getting all mopey on me until after the meeting, please.”
“I won’t, that’s your job,” she teases back. “How about we go sit down again? I think Reiner must be getting lonely.”
Porco glances back over his shoulder, to where Reiner is still sitting at the long meeting table. He’s poured himself some water, but it sits untouched in front of him; as he forlornly contemplates it.
“I think he’s about to start crying into his glass,” Porco says incredulously. “I don’t want to be there for that.”
Pieck sighs. “He’s been through a lot, Pock. Cut him some slack.”
“I cut him plenty of slack,” Porco scoffs.
He’s about to continue, but there’s voices in the corridor, and the door opens. Commander Magath walks in, followed by another army official, and then Zeke.
Once everyone has taken their seats, Zeke starts to distribute the stack of red folders he has with him.
“Everyone comfortable?” he asks, jovially. “This has been in the works for a while now, but I can finally introduce to you all, Project Merlot.”
The army official— he’s got an absurd amount of medals pinned to his chest— scowls at him. “Before Yaeger continues, I am reminding everyone that anything which is discussed in this room cannot be repeated outside of it.”
“Of course, Major,” Zeke says. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he rests his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers. “It would be disastrous if the public were to hear that there will be pure titans inside Liberio quite soon, after all.”
It’s remarkable, you think, how boldly the mess hall on base puts up a menu every day; when everyone knows they’ll run out of almost everything by three, and that whatever’s left will be indistinguishable by taste, sight, or smell.
“I think this one’s yours,” you tell Claire, frowning at the ambiguous brown lumps floating in the gravy in front of you. “These are potatoes, right?”
Claire pokes at them with a fork. “I don’t know. They feel kind of chicken-y to me.”
“I think they’re both potatoes.”
Claire picks up a piece with her fork, and cautiously takes a bite. She chews thoughtfully. “...at least there’s pudding today,” she says after a moment of consideration, nose scrunched.
Someone shouts near the outside entrance to the hall. You and Claire turn to look down the rows of long wooden tables. A group of soldiers has just come in, shoving open both doors, and everyone sitting nearby is yelling at them to stop letting the cold in. Outside, the autumn afternoon is grey and overcast.
The sun has only shown hints of itself since this morning; when you woke up to a day so cold, you could have sworn you’d slept through the months to winter. The brown cardigan you’re wearing over your uniform is barely enough to keep you comfortable.
The hall is warm enough though, with so many people in it; but the noise of a dozen conversations from several very loud, very boisterous young soldiers blends together into a cloud of sound where you can’t pick out any one thing. It buzzes in the background of what Claire is saying, drowning her words in its mush.
“Sorry, could you repeat that?” you ask, squinting your eyes, as if it will help your ears.
She repeats herself, a little louder. “I said, is that the lipstick I gave you? It looks nice. I told you it would suit you.”
“Oh, thank you.”
When you’d reached for your usual shade this morning, you’d remember Porco’s story about Braun. It had just been a silly thought, that you should change the colour just in case— you doubt Braun even knew you were wearing makeup at all— but you’d tried on a different one just for fun. The brownish-pink looked unexpectedly nice.
It had made the ache in your chest even worse.
You want to be able to show it to Porco. It’s been four days since you’ve been able to see him, and each passing sunset makes you miss the golden evenings in the clinic more and more.
(You miss him so much.)
“Are you sick?” Claire asks. “You look a little pale.”
“I just haven’t been sleeping well,” you admit.
Claire scowls. “Are those idiots still giving you trouble during your shifts? You have to report them, it’s harassment—”
“I’m fine,” you insist. Their behaviour honestly hasn’t been bothering you all that much recently. “It’s just a few of them, and I don’t like them anyway.”
Claire looks at you suspiciously, but then sighs and pulls out a small notebook from her pocket. “If that’s what you want to do. Do you mind if I work on some of the wedding planning? I’m running behind.”
“Go ahead,” you say. “What are you working on?”
“The guest list,” she replies. “We decided to keep it small, so I’m deciding who gets the cut.”
She looks concerningly gleeful when she says that.
“You’ll be invited, of course.” Claire says, misinterpreting your expression. “But I won’t have the invitations printed for a while. Do you need a plus one?”
There’s the smallest lump in your throat when you say you don’t.
Claire hums, focused on her list. “Cassandra’s out, that’s obvious.” You don’t know who Cassandra is, or why Claire is sneering at her name. “Michael stays,” she continues absently.
“Michael?” you ask. “The soldier from the hospital? I didn’t think you liked him.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t like him, but I can’t not invite him. After all that business with his family…”
Claire vaguely explains, but you never do find out what happened to Michael Sells and his family; because at that moment, another gust of cold wind washes through the hall, and you instinctively turn your attention to the door.
You see the red armbands first, and your heartbeat quickens.
Zeke Yeager walks through the door, followed by Pieck. You’re disappointed, but you keep waiting, watching the door that’s slowly swinging closed. Just when you bite the inside of your cheek, and prepare to turn your attention back to Claire, it’s pushed open again.
Porco.
You don’t know how he immediately knows to look in your direction, but he does; and you have to clasp your own wrist in your lap to stop yourself from waving at him. He doesn’t acknowledge you— he doesn’t even smile— but his gaze keeps coming back to linger on you as he makes his way across the room. He sits with the other two Warriors. The bench faces you; but it’s on the opposite side of the room— the unofficial Eldian side.
(You wonder if you had sat closer to that invisible wall, if you could have found some cracks to whisper to him through.)
“Do you think I should ask the caterers for crab cakes after all?” Claire asks.
“I like them,” you reply.
Porco’s resting his face on his palm, elbow on the table. He’s turned towards the other two, but you think you can see him stealing sideways glances at you, over his fingers. You swallow and shift your eyes away. You can’t stare. Not this openly, not here.
“I’m getting the blue dresses for the bridesmaids, I think. It’ll be great for a summer wedding.”
“Blue is lovely,” you say, a hand over your face to cover your smile.
You fake interest in Claire's notebook, and slowly raise your eyes to look over her shoulder. Porco is talking to Pieck now, attention away from you. You take the opportunity to really look at him. You feel like you could do that for hours; brushing your fingers through his longer blonde strands, running your thumbs over his face, memorising every detail.
(How cruel that you have to wait, when he’s right there in front of you, and you already know you’re condemned to spend more time apart than together.)
“Do you want to come clothes shopping with me on Thursday?”
“I’d love to.”
Porco makes eye contact with you again. You think you must be going insane; because even that little quirk of his mouth, the biggest reaction he can afford, envelopes with you a warmth that blossoms from your heart and goes to the very tips of your fingers. You’ve never felt this kind of happiness before. So pure, and so unreasonable.
(For now, it’s enough to endure the sorrow of having to pretend you don’t adore him— of having even the breadth of this room between you.)
Claire is putting away her notebook. “You haven’t touched your food! Are you sure you aren’t sick?”
You scoop up the maybe-potatoes. “I’m just a little distracted.”
Lunch passes much too quickly after that, as you finish your meal; stealing glances across the room the whole time. All too soon, you’re getting up and following Claire towards the door. It takes an immense effort to not look towards Porco’s table as you cross it.
The chilly breeze is still blowing, but the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds now. It’s one of those early autumn days that just can’t decide if it wants to be warm or cold.
“Do you mind hanging back for five minutes while I go to the bathroom?” Claire asks.
You agree to wait, and go to stand behind a pillar to protect yourself from the wind blowing through the open corridor; while she hurries down to the bathrooms. You notice a poster crudely pasted on the concrete, its edges lumpy and shrivelled from the paste. It’s a notice for a new weekly charity clinic in the internment zone, sponsored by the military hospital; asking Eldian soldiers to let their families know.
Interesting, you think. I wonder if Director Klein is behind it.
You’re perusing the poster, trying to figure out how you can volunteer, when you suddenly feel the weight of an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You tense up, about to shout in surprise— and then Porco’s voice is whispering in your ear.
“You look nice today.”
The cry catches in your throat. His warm breath— the ghost of that whisper— lingers against your ear. His body brushes against yours, familiar enough to make you blush. Something is slipped into your hand.
And then, in the same second, the weight disappears— and you see him casually continuing down the corridor.
(Did he just…?)
Your heart is pounding. You clutch your cardigan around your body, and whip your head all around to check if anyone saw.
There’s not a soul.
(He didn’t even let me see his face, you think, giddy.)
You look down at the thing he’d pressed into your hand. A small sheet of paper, messily torn and folded in half. A note.
‘I want to see you,’ it reads, in a hasty print. ‘Meet me in the usual place whenever you come back. Even if it’s late. I’ll be waiting for you.’
You hold the note against your chest, willing your heart rate to go down before Claire comes back.
It doesn’t feel as cold anymore.
The night before Marcel left for Paradis, he’d shaken Porco awake, and they’d slipped out of the house.
They’d squeezed themselves through the gap in the wired fence— there was no need to, not with the red sashes that now encircled their arms, but it had made the whole thing a lot more exciting— and made their way past the edge of the city and into the first of the rolling fields on its outskirts.
The grass had been damp, and the crickets had been loud. The stars had stretched out above them, twinkling in a sky so filled and endless that for once, Porco hadn’t felt caged.
That’s the kind of sky he sees right now, through the branches of the elm.
It’s almost midnight. The moon is high and full.
He’s worried— not because he thinks you won’t come (the thought hasn’t even crossed his mind), but because it’s late, and because it’s cold. He’s leaning against the tree, making sure to stay in the shadows; as he tries to picture the route back from the hospital.
The road is well lit, he tells himself. She’ll be safe.
He sighs, wishing he could come pick you up from your work.
(Did you wish that too? He wonders if you ever felt envious of the other nurse, who he’s seen meeting the PSA agent at the gates more than once.)
The crack of a dried leaf pierces through the night. It's the sound of something trying to be quiet. Porco flattens himself against the tree and cautiously turns his head to look around, heart rate kicking up.
It's just a cat, padding into the moonlight.
It spends a few moments sniffing around, before suddenly darting away across the grounds and into the darkness, chasing something only it can see.
Porco relaxes again, and turns his eyes back towards the stars.
On nights like this, when the wind carries the scent of damp earth from somewhere far away, it pulls him back through the years and right into that field.
Marcel had done most of the talking. It hadn’t been because Porco didn’t have anything to tell him. No, he’d had too much. So much that it all got tangled up and stuck in his throat, a big ball of questions and hopes and anxieties that he’d been too young and too embarrassed to whittle down to the one thing he really needed to say.
I’ll miss you, come home soon.
Marcel had filled the silence by pointing out constellations, and telling Porco the stories he'd read about them. It wasn't the kind of thing either of them ever talked about— there hadn't been much time for fairytales after they entered the Warrior program— but they'd made Marcel learn how to navigate by the stars to prepare for his mission; and he claimed it helped him remember everything.
“The way I see it,” he'd said, suddenly roughly pulling Porco into a headlock and mussing up his hair, “we're going to be looking at the same sky. So I won't be that far away, not really.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” Porco had scoffed, scrabbling at his brother's arm, “That's so sappy. I'm gonna throw up.”
Nearly ten years on, he remembers the waver in his brother's voice, and now figures Marcel had been saying that for his own benefit as much as for Porco’s. He thinks Marcel may just have been a boy who liked stories.
Ten years on, that field has a factory on it, belching smoke into the sky and vomiting muddied water into the grass.
(He can't ever go back, but Porco always did think those old stories were pretty depressing anyway. The wisdom of the ancestors seemed to amount to ‘if you step out of line, you will die horribly, and all of it will be your fault’.)
Porco takes a deep breath. It’s cold enough to sting.
And then, he hears your voice calling for him; so soft it’s almost a whisper.
“Porco? Are you here?”
He steps out from under the shadow of the elm, heart pounding with anticipation, and sees you under the moonlight. You’re searching for him, clinging to the strap of your bag; and turning all around, taking faltering, circling steps.
Then you see him, and stop.
Porco thinks that joyous smile on your face is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He’s so enamoured by it, he forgets to move his feet, and you reach him first.
“I’m late,” you say, still whispering. You’re standing barely an inch away.
It’s still too far. “That’s okay, I just got here,” Porco lies. You’re worth waiting for.
He pulls you by the arm, into the shadows with him; and gently pushes you back against the tree, one hand cradling the back of your head. He can barely see your face, but it's enough.
(For now, it’s enough.)
There's no words; only the sound of slow breaths as you gaze up at him. You let your bag slide down to the ground. It lands with a muffled thump. Time slows down as your eyes wander across his face, finally settling on his lips. Your hands come to his shoulders. Porco’s free arm snakes around your waist.
This is where you’re supposed to be, he thinks as he leans down. Right here, with me.
It’s been too damn long.
He missed how warm your lips are. He missed how your hands clutch at his jacket, how they trail up the sides of his jaw; and further up into his hair. It's a little different today, though— your fingers are surprisingly open and free, without inhibition, when they’re tugging at it. They’re telling him that you like this, you like this.
He knows, because he feels you kissing him back just as fervently, pressing your chest up against him; heat radiating from—
Ah, fuck. Porco reluctantly straightens up.
(He needs to control himself. He can’t let himself go too far, too quickly.)
“We should— we should go inside,” he manages to say, blood still rushing in his ears. His breath mists in the cold air.
(He has to do this right.)
“I— yes. We should. Inside.” You sound dazed. It’s almost enough to make him lose his resolve.
Porco leads you by the hand, making sure your path hugs the shadows around the building as much as possible. At the door, he waits as you fish the keyring out of your coat pocket, and fumble with the small padlock.
Once you’re both inside— the door locked behind you— he has an idea.
“How about we go upstairs?”
You pause, then nod. So he takes your hand again— so addictively soft, and smaller than his— and leads you past the clinic, and through the narrower door that opens into a cramped stairwell. It’s windowless, and completely dark.
Porco wraps an arm around your waist, and firmly grips the bannister with the other. He tells you to be careful. The polished wooden stairs creak as he climbs up one flight, and then another with you; moving his feet cautiously into the darkness, more sweeps than steps.
(He feels every breath you take, and wishes he could always keep you this close.)
After a while, the bannister stops abruptly. He feels around blindly in the dark, keeping you pulled snug against him. There’s a door handle. He gives it a turn. Locked.
He uses his fingertips to trace along it, and finds the indent at its base.
“Get your keys.” He instinctively keeps his voice low.
He hears the keys on the ring jingling in the dark. “I think I have the right one,” you say; quiet but excited.
Porco guides your hand to the lock. He hears you taking three tries to push the key in, and then the bolts sliding back.
The door opens, into a room that’s almost big enough to be a hall. Moonlight washes it with a faint glow, incredibly bright after the pitch dark of the stairwell; bright enough to see the dust motes in the air. The wallpaper is peeling. Cardboard boxes are piled waist-high all around, some of their bottoms torn and the files inside them spilling out. What look like old, rusted bed frames are pushed against the farthest wall.
It resembles the older wards at the hospital, with nice, tall windows all along the outside walls. Framed inside the tallest, widest window at the end of the room— behind a simple iron grill— are the elm branches. The moon peeks through the leaves.
The place is old, abandoned, and dusty.
Porco finally feels at peace.
“Oh, it’s so much prettier at night,” you breathe. “Where can we sit?”
Porco hums, and picks his way through the maze of boxes with you, finally finding a relatively clear spot on the floor right in front of the large window. It’s a little chilly to be sitting on the bare wood, but when you hug his arm and curl into his side, it doesn’t feel all that bad anymore.
“I… brought us something,” you tell him, a little hesitantly. You’ve let your coat open, and the white of your blouse glows in the moonlight.
“Actual chocolate?” he asks with a chuckle.
You laugh. He’s missed the sound. “No. I wanted to get us something sweet, but all the shops were closed because it’s so late.” You pull your bag into your lap; and after digging around for a moment, take out a bottle. “This was all I could find.”
“Is that wine?” Porco asks, an eyebrow raised.
“You’re always doing things for me,” you say, sounding like you really want him to understand something, but he’s not sure what. “And I just let you. I— ” You stop, and bite your lip. “Do you like it?”
Porco grins at you. He’s more of a hard liquor kind of guy, but somehow, whiskey doesn’t seem half as appealing right now. “Of course I do. Pour me some?”
You look pleased with yourself . “I can go get glasses from the clinic.”
Porco doesn’t like the idea of you stumbling around in that dark stairwell. “No. We’re drinking straight from the bottle.”
“Exciting!”
(That surprises him. He thought you'd be a little more flustered about it. He'd been hoping for it, in fact. He thinks it’s adorable.)
The key ring jingles again as you twist one of the keys into the cork, and struggle with it for a few seconds. Porco’s about to offer to help, when it comes out with a pop. A few drops spill on your coat. The small stains look like ink under the moon.
(Where did you learn how to do that?)
“Oh, I hope that comes out okay,” you say worriedly. You tilt your head back and swallow a mouthful of wine, then hold it out towards him. “Here. It’s good.”
Porco accepts the bottle but doesn't drink. He leans back a little, resting on his palm. “You seem a little… different.”
In the dark, he can just make out the anxious look in your eyes. “...Good different?” you ask.
He considers it. What was it really, that felt different? The way you’d kissed him. How you matched him step for step in the stairwell earlier, when he thought you’d be scared, and now this wine…
You seemed surer of yourself, Porco realises.
“Yeah, good different,” he tells you with a grin. He takes a swig of wine. It’s plenty sweet. “What changed?”
A little of that shyness he likes so much comes back; and you can't meet his eyes, even in the moonlight, for your next words. “Maybe you're good for me.”
(He may be good for you, he thinks; but you’re still the best thing that’s ever happened to him.)
Porco kisses you, once, twice, and then once more because he can’t help himself; tasting the wine on your lips each time. “Can I ask you something? Why did they send you here?” How did I get so lucky?
It’s a lighthearted question, but something shifts. You tense a little, enough for him to notice.
“You don’t have to talk about—” he starts.
You sigh. “No, I want to tell you. I have, for a while.”
And then you tell him, all about a little Eldian girl named Julie, who had been in a terrible accident— a train derailment— with over a hundred others. You tell him how she’d had a piece of iron impaled straight through her stomach, and how she had been crying without making a sound, waiting all alone— abandoned in a hallway like a discarded doll— for someone to help her, while her blood continued to stain the carpet. That you’d finally convinced a doctor to attend to her, and how he’d floundered in the middle of it; after they brought in a Marleyan boy.
“He left me—” you swallow thickly, and take a few deep breaths. “He left me and Eileen with Julie, and I had— I had my hand inside her, to put pressure on it, to stop the bleeding—”
(He thinks you drink a little more of the wine than you should while you’re talking; but even though your lip wobbles and you choke more than once— a knife twists in his heart each time— the tears stay glistening in your eyes and don’t drop.)
“It’s okay,” he soothes. “You don’t have to finish.”
You shake your head. “The boy was dead already. I don’t know if they messed up at intake, or if he died on the way to the ward, but he was dead. Crush injuries. But Dr. Klein didn’t want the paperwork to look like he gave up on him to work on an Eldian girl.”
Porco doesn’t comment, though he has lots of choice words for this Dr. Klein lining up on his tongue. He just comfortingly rubs your arm.
“I yelled at him to stop being ridiculous, trying to revive a dead body. And it wasn’t— I didn’t make a mistake, I know it. He was right next to me, I could see—” You stop abruptly, and then continue after a moment. “I eventually got him to come back. But the little boy’s mother wanted someone to blame, and she got it in her head that he didn’t get the help he needed because of me. Dr. Klein, Eileen… none of them backed me up.”
“Do you regret doing it?” Porco asks, gently.
“No!” you cry, snapping your face up to look at him. “I just— I don’t know if I made a difference.”
“It must have made a difference to her.”
You shake your head again. “Julie died anyway. She was too far gone. And I don’t know if Dr. Klein was right to stop trying.”
Porco pulls you into his lap without warning. You squeak in surprise, but he doesn’t let you move, holding you tight against him.
“It made a difference to her,” he repeats. “Don’t you dare think otherwise.” He feels your hand braced against his chest, how the shaky breaths against his collarbone begin to slow.
“Thank you, Porco,” you say after a minute, and he thinks you may be crying now; but he knows you’ll be alright. He hears it in your voice.
Porco kisses the top of your head. “It’s the truth.”
For a minute, it’s silent.
Then you speak again. “I think you were loved a lot.”
He raises his eyebrows. Several faces flash through his head. “Look, I don’t know what you heard, but—”
“Not like that!” you say with a laugh. “I mean growing up. Your family must have loved you so much, because…” Your voice grows softer “...because you’re so good at showing affection. You must have learned from them.”
Porco feels his face heating up. “It’s not anything special—”
“It is,” you insist, as you curl into him a little more comfortably. “You’re good at it.”
Porco holds you tighter, feeling the warmth of your body, and the calming way your chest rises and falls with each breath. Your comment stays in his head as the conversation continues, even when your breathing slows and you start slurring your words.
(He can tell you’re falling asleep. He wonders if he should walk you back down so you can get to your room, and a real bed; but then you reach for his hand, and he decides an hour or two like this wouldn’t hurt.)
Was he loved? He thinks he was. He thinks of his mother, who made sure he never felt alone or insecure, after his father was gone. Who was always there to hug and kiss him, and tuck him into bed; no matter how tired she was. Who pretended she had already eaten, when there wasn’t enough food left in the pantry for three portions. Who now pretends she isn’t worried to death about him every time they send him to the edges of the empire.
He thinks of Marcel. Porco knows he was reckless— is reckless— and that Marcel had often been the only thing standing between him and his teeth getting knocked out. How the only thing he ever wanted in return was to ruffle his hair up a little bit. He knows he only learned how to get along with children, because Marcel had figured out how to get along with him first.
Porco wishes he could introduce you to Marcel. He thinks you would have liked him.
He thinks Marcel would have liked you too.
You wonder if the salesclerk— was that even what you were supposed to call her? It didn’t feel right— has sore cheeks from smiling so much. The slope of her lips hasn’t shifted even a little from when you walked into the boutique about an hour ago. It’s still perfect— formal, yet welcoming.
The older woman instructs the girl modelling a red dress to spin and show off the flare. She’s on a little round platform. It’s disturbingly reminiscent of a music box with a ballerina.
On the opposite sofa, Claire frowns. “I don’t know… do you have one that’s more coquelicot than rose?”
“Don’t force yourself to like it, Claire,” Sophie says, sipping on her champagne. “I know the embroidery is pretty, but it’s not worth it. The rolled hem won’t hold up with that fabric.” She addresses the woman. “Do you have something similar with a blind hem?”
Hannah pinches your blouse and pulls you closer to her, a little clumsily. Her drink tips dangerously as she leans over the cushion to whisper in your ear.
“What’s the difference?” she hisses. “And what in the world is coquelicot?”
“I don’t know,” you hiss back. “Isn’t that your fourth glass already?”
“Is it? They’re free though, it’s okay.”
Hannah has certainly adapted to this place better than you have.
You knew Claire was rich, but you didn’t know she was this rich. When she’d invited you to come clothes shopping with her, you hadn’t exactly expected her to patronise the night markets; but this was one of the most expensive boutiques in Liberio. The kind of place where you didn’t have to do anything for yourself, not even trying the clothes on.
It must look even more beautiful in the daytime, you think.
Everything is detailed. There’s luxurious gold trimming (real gold) on the creamy white walls. An ornate crystal chandelier lights up the cosy space, along with half a dozen lamps that have lacey shades. The legs on every table and side table are made of a delicately twisted iron, meant to resemble vines. Rolls of the most beautifully printed and embroidered fabrics you’ve ever seen are draped over them.
It should have felt cluttered, but somehow it’s all so tasteful it just looks intimidatingly expensive.
Even the sofa you’re sitting on— the cushions are a muted mint, incredibly soft, and its blue-green throw pillows are embroidered with red roses and pink peonies. The threads are so thin and delicate, you’re afraid to rest your weight against them.
Hannah doesn’t seem to mind though. She sits comfortably, with her ankles crossed, smiling pleasantly (and a touch too widely, unlike the salesclerk— or perhaps the ‘manager’ would be a better word?) as she looks around the room.
“Claire!” she says suddenly. “Look at that green silk. I think that would look so nice on you.”
Claire looks where she’s pointing and nods. “Show me what you have in that fabric, please.”
“Gladly, Madame.” The salesclerk— manager, proprietress?— claps her hands, and the ballerina hops off her platform. They both glide to the back of the shop. You see Ballerina undoing her buttons on the way.
Hannah stands up abruptly, and sways in place.
Claire raises an eyebrow at you. You mouth a four, pointing at your own champagne flute, and she stifles a laugh.
“Maybe you should sit down, Han.” Sophie suggests, eyebrow raised. “Or at least put the glass away. You’re going to spill it.”
You’ve known Hannah since your time at the hospital, and you spend most of your time with Claire. One is the opposite of secretive, and the other is far too poised to ever need to hide anything. Sophie is still a mystery to you.
Sophie has only ever spoken to you once— on the train back from the Mid-East— and you’ve seen her a handful of times while you were there. She’s always looked more like a strict school teacher to you than a nurse, with her half rimmed glasses and her black hair usually pulled into a tight bun.
Hannah looks at the glass in her hands, a thoughtful expression on her face. Then she raises it to her lips, and drinks the whole thing in a single breath.
“No spills,” she says, holding the glass upside-down with a flourish.
Claire laughs out loud, while Sophie sighs. Hannah does a little bow.
You can’t help laughing too. Even aside from Hannah never failing to raise everyone’s spirits, you’re already in a good mood.
(You feel well rested for the first time in days.)
Hannah plops back down next to you. “Claire, didn’t you say you wanted to tell us something earlier?”
Claire suddenly looks very serious. “I did.” She runs a finger around the edge of her glass, and then takes a deep breath. “I’m resigning.”
“You are? When?” you ask, dismayed.
“You’re leaving?” Hannah cries.
Sophie just looks annoyed. “You’re quitting your job? Claire, no matter how nice he is—”
Claire waves her hands to shush everyone. “I’m not quitting being a nurse. And I’m not leaving Liberio. I applied to the new private hospital.” She takes a sip of her drink. “It only makes sense. It’s closer to where the apartment is, and the pay is better.”
(You’re surprised to see Claire looking a little sad, about something that made sense.)
“And,” she says, looking at you. “They’re still doing the interiors, so I won’t be gone for a while. I just wanted to give everyone a heads up.”
Sophie leans back, satisfied. “The private sector pay is great. I’m much happier out of the military. Don’t have goddamn sergeants thinking they can yell at me.”
“Oh, no one yells at Claire,” you say without thinking; your tongue loosened by the alcohol, and by how touched you are at her reassuring you. “They’re all too scared.”
Sophie peers at you over her lenses. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but… how are you so pleasant?”
You feel your face warming. “What do you mean?”
“You’re so nice. Everyone gets a little jaded after seeing the frontlines, but look at you.”
“It's because she didn't see much of it,” Claire says. “She was only there for the last couple of months.”
The Warrior Unit was supposed to be a temporary assignment. Just somewhere the board decided to stash you, out of the public eye; until the whole business with Julie had been sorted. You weren’t really part of the unit, not back then.
And so you’d been left behind while the rest of them were sent to the Mid East. But you never did apologise— Director Klein ended up having no choice but to sign off on your formal transfer.
(It had happened almost overnight. It led to Claire finding you standing awkwardly at the entrance of the tent; wearing boots that had been issued last-minute, and at least one size too big. They’d made you feel even more like a child, far out of your depth.)
Sophie adjusts her glasses. “You haven’t even seen titans?”
“No.”
“Hope it stays that way.”
“This wasn't like Helena, Soph,” Claire adds, “The Warriors steamroll over everything. And it all happens so far away, relatively speaking.”
Hannah claps her hands. “This isn’t a fun topic! Claire, congratulations on the new job.”
Sophie shakes her head, as if to clear it, and nods. “Congratulations. Maybe I’ll apply too.”
“Oh!” Hannah suddenly sits bolt upright. “And maybe I’ll apply to the Warrior Unit!”
Sophie smiles wryly. “I thought your plan was having a rich patient fall in love with you. Not a lot of eligible bachelors over there.”
“No, but she’s over there.” Hannah gives you a one armed hug. From her, it’s as warm and comforting as a bear hug from most others. (Even if her drunkenness has her clumsily punching your arm on the first try.) “What’s so great about guys anyway? I don’t have half as much fun as I do with you three. Claire, is Eric fun?”
“Not as much as you,” she replies, with a barely straight face.
Porco's pretty fun, you think. He always makes me laugh.
But there's a tinge of melancholy to the thought.
Claire was leaving. She would leave, and one day she’d go so far— Odiha, or maybe even further— and you wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. They all would. And then Porco would too.
And then no one would know.
No one would know that he’s more than fun. They wouldn’t know how he’s been kinder to you than anyone else in your entire life. They wouldn't know that he makes you feel safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.
No one would know how he made you feel wanted.
They wouldn’t know, because even though it’s safest when it feels like you’re the only two people in the world, it meant that world would disappear with him.
“You look like you finally got a good night of sleep,” Claire comments.
Your heart starts to race, though you’re not sure exactly why. “Oh, yes. I slept well last night.”
(No one knows.)
The first thing that makes Colt think something is up, is when Porco spends the whole night chewing with his mouth closed.
The second, is his reaction to Olivia telling him— very suggestively— as she pours him yet another glass of whiskey, that her shift would be over in another hour.
“Yeah? It’s still pretty early, but be careful on your way home,” Porco says.
Colt chokes on his drink.
Zeke snorts.
Pieck’s eyes go wide.
A stream of beer dribbles out the corner of Reiner’s mouth.
The bar is busy, and loud. There’s a table celebrating a birthday, and the residents of the internment zone were never ones to let an excuse to celebrate pass them by. You had to take the happy times when you could, even if they were borrowed from someone else. Cheers periodically erupt from near the dartboard. It’s difficult to see through the crowd surrounding it, but Colt’s fairly sure the birthday boy has taken it off the wall, and added an extra challenge to the whole thing by moving it wildly around.
He’d been meaning to go join in, when Porco Galliard turned down a hookup. Colt has only just started getting buzzed, but the shock of it almost sobers him.
Olivia, with her attractive red lip, and long dark hair that could only be described as tresses, was reminiscent of the princesses from Falco’s old books; if those princesses knew how to make the best drinks in Liberio, and seemed to have an aversion to buttoning the top half of their blouses.
In short, it was not the response of a rational man; especially one with Porco’s habits.
Pieck claps him on the shoulders. “Porco! You shouldn’t have come out if you were feeling ill! Here, drink my water.”
Porco looks bewildered. “Feeling ill—”
Reiner wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and sighs. “I hope you don’t throw up in our room. Pace yourself, for god’s sake.”
“Why would I—”
Colt gently takes the still full glass of whiskey out of his hand. “You know there’s no need to try and keep up with me, right? I would never think less of—”
Porco snatches it back. “What the fuck are all of you talking about?”
Olivia, to her credit, seemed to be taking it in stride. She leans forward, elbows on the counter. Colt idly wonders if the buttons had actually popped off at some point. Or maybe it was more comfortable for her like that. It did seem too small. He doesn’t think he should ask.
“It sounds like they’re concerned about you not coming home with me, champ,” she says with a playful grin. “Is it something I said or did… the last couple dozen times?”
“Helos,” Porco mutters. “I’m fucking fine. I don’t mean to insult you, Liv. I just want to drink and go to bed today.”
Zeke conspicuously sets down his glass, and takes a puff of his cigarette; which usually meant he would be spouting some sage wisdom. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, Galliard.”
Porco rolls his eyes. But he doesn’t interrupt. It never works. Colt would know.
"You're still in the sweet spot right now," Zeke continues, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the already hazy air of the bar. "Where they don't see a dead man, only some fun with a guarantee of no strings attached. No offense, Miss Olivia.”
“None taken. He’s very fun.”
“That makes him sound selfish,” Pieck comments. “Pock here’s quite sensitive, actually.” The way she says it, it’s somehow genuine and teasing at the same time.
Zeke waves the lit cigarette around as he speaks. It flits through the smoke like a boozey firefly. (Colt’s aware the metaphor is absurd, but the alcohol is starting to hit him. People said he never knew when it did, but look. He did.)
Porco slams back his drink. Colt winces. That was most definitely a sipping whisky.
“Fuck you guys,” Porco says, voice hoarse. “I need to take a leak.” He shoves himself backwards, the bar stool screeching, and then stalks off in the direction of the bathrooms.
Colt trades a look with Pieck.
(Really, he wanted to exchange a look with everyone to see what they thought of that, but she was the only one who looked back.)
“I don’t know what’s up with him,” she says. “He’s starting to worry me though, to be honest.”
Colt finishes his drink in another two gulps. He was the only one who could help Porco now. Pieck couldn’t go into the men’s bathrooms.
And so he goes after him.
He finds Porco not inside the bathroom, but in the hallway outside of it, where the noise of the bar is contained behind a stout wooden door.
(So he didn’t have to piss, Colt thinks. Maybe that’s important.)
“Galliard.”
Porco, who was moodily staring at his own boots, snaps his head up in disbelief. “Leave me alone. I’m not horny all the time, fucking sue me.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Colt asks.
“Lots of things. Want a list?”
Before he can chide him for the sarcasm, Colt trips on his own feet, and stumbles rather than walks the last few steps. He ends up leaning heavily on Porco’s shoulders, trying to regain his balance.
For all his flaws, Porco doesn’t try to push him away. “Are you drunk already? We haven’t even been here for an hour.”
Colt raises his head. He can find his balance later. “Galliard,” he says, looking him straight in the eyes, so he knows Colt is serious, “you know you can trust me, right?”
Porco’s throat bobs. “Yeah, man,” he says, voice thick. “I trust you.”
There’s no easy way to ask this. Turning down Olivia, the hurrying away after showers— it could only mean one thing, from him.
Colt takes a deep breath. “Galliard, after your injury. I know the nurses treated you—” He feels Porco tense under his hands. “— and it’s difficult to even think about, but—”
Porco isn’t breathing. He stares at Colt, eyes wide.
“—but did your dick grow back wrong?”
There’s silence, punctuated by uproarious laughter from the bar.
And then, Colt’s on the floor.
Porco pushed him.
“Motherfucking hell, piece of fucking shit—”
He’s swearing up a storm, but really, Colt doesn’t mind. It’s not directed at him. It’s just how Porco deals with his emotions, sometimes. It stopped bothering him after the first five years. (As long as Falco's not around.)
“Well something’s bothering you,” he insists from the floor. It's disturbingly sticky as he pushes himself up. “You’ve been acting weird ever since we came back from the Mid East.”
“Give it a rest—”
“You’re even broodier than usual. Is Mrs. Galliard okay?”
Porco drags a hand over his face. “Ma’s fine, Grice. Thank you for the concern.”
And then, Colt remembers something that’s been bothering him for a while now. “And then you asked that nurse to come with us to the park—” Suddenly, it all clicks into place.
The dawning realisation must be obvious on his face, because Porco’s has gone white. He can tell, even in the dim lighting. “Grice—”
“You’ve got a crush on her.”
Porco’s making a really weird expression now. If Colt didn’t know better, if he didn’t know how the alcohol made him overly dramatic, he’d think Porco was about to cry.
“... and what would you say if I did?” His voice is hoarse again.
Colt thinks about it. “That it’s understandable. She saved your life.”
Relief blooms across Porco’s face. The pinch between his eyebrows disappears. “Then—”
“But that you’re—” Colt pauses to hiccup. “— being really stupid by indulging in it like that. Quit it before—” Another hiccup. “— she figures it out.”
Porco pushes him aside, and starts to head back to the bar. Colt can’t see his face, so it’s difficult to decipher his tone, but the words are oddly clipped back. Like he’s forcing each one out. “Wow, Grice. I thought you’d be the blindly supportive type.”
Colt’s confused. “I thought you didn't like fairy tales.”
Sylvie’s cooking smells heavenly.
(It always has, right from when Theo was a kid, and she was making magic out of a can of peas.)
Theo cautiously peeks in through the kitchen window. He can see the table set for two places. One’s for her, of course. But that other one…
Was Porco home?
“I can hear you crunching through the leaves from here, Theo,” she calls, not looking up from the pot she’s stirring. “Come in. The plate’s for you.”
And so Theo meekly makes his way to the front door, and slinks in like a particularly dirty stray cat that the family has taken upon itself to feed. Confident, but ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. He makes sure to wipe his shoes on the mat— he’s pretty sure Sylvie’s hospitality would reach its limit if he got mud on her nice carpet.
He takes a seat at the table. It wasn’t too long ago, he thinks with some sadness, how he had to drag in a chair from the living room to sit at this table. Back when all four dining chairs had been spoken for.
“Porco came by already tonight. Said they were going out to the bar, if you want to avoid it.” She sighs and shakes her head. “I know his liver will be fine, but as a mother…” She takes a deep breath, and keeps stirring her pot.
“Oh,” Theo says.
Sylvie had given him more second chances than he could count. It’s why he believes Evie every time she calls him selfish.
(It’s why Wolfe fell in love with her, he thinks. That endless forgiveness, when he knew better than anyone how much Theo didn’t deserve it. He would have given Theo those chances too, though; if he’d survived that first one.)
Sylvie turns off her stove, and carefully walks the pot over to the table. Theo tears himself a chunk off bread off the loaf on the table. She ladles stew onto his plate, humming all the while.
“You’re in a good mood,” Theo comments. It’s nice to see Sylvie like this. She’s usually so worried about her son.
Sylvie waves off the comment as she sits down. “Oh, it’s just that Porco seemed so happy today.”
“Yeah? Something good happen?”
“I wouldn’t know, he didn’t tell me a thing. He said he was just here to make sure you had cleared out.”
Theo blanches. “And what did you tell him?”
“That it wasn’t his business who stayed in my house,” Sylvia scoffs. “Well really, I told him I’d take care of it. He took it how he liked.” She leans toward him. “But he seemed too happy to care either way,” she says conspiratorially.
“The kid does wear his heart on his sleeve,” Theo agrees.
(Porco always had. Right from when he was in diapers, wrinkling his nose at Theo’s off-key singing. In Porco’s defence, there were actual stray cats who could caterwaul more melodiously.)
“Oh, I love him too much for him to be able to hide it anyway.” She smiles to herself as she reaches for the bread. “That’s the thing about love. Everything shows.”
Theo rolls his eyes. “That’s so sappy, I’m going to throw up.”
Eric clears the side of his desk for Claire as she sets her shopping bags down and rests her hip on its edge. He allows himself a moment to admire the ring glinting on his finger. That had been a good choice.
The office is on the night shift. Claire’s not strictly supposed to be here right now, but most people are sleeping at their desks and weren’t awake to report it. It’s one of the few public buildings that got electric bulbs put in this year, and Eric is slightly displeased that they generate enough heat that he needs to take off his sweater vest. It’s one of his favourite parts of autumn, and now it’s been delayed.
“... and then when we went to look at perfumes, she picked out this honeysuckle one. It was too sweet for me, but she’s cute enough to pull it off.”
“I think you’re sweet,” he attempts.
Claire swats him on the shoulder, but he can see she’s smiling. “That’s not the point! The point is, you should have seen her face. She was definitely thinking about someone. I’m not about to pry though.”
Eric hums. It’s not in disinterest. He’s just trying to make sure he’s filing everything away correctly. He’s still got a headache from Chief Gerard yelling at that poor secretary this afternoon for misplacing documents. The poor girl had been swearing someone had messed with them, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Are you still working on that missing persons case?” Claire asks.
Eric frowns. “Technically, I am. But it isn’t going anywhere, so the Chief assigned me to something else.”
“Oh?”
There’s a bitter taste in his mouth. “I’m temporarily partnering with Detective Rolland.” He discreetly rolls his eyes towards the man sitting on the other side of the room.
Rolland is a psychopath. Eric knows this. Chief Gerard knows this. Everyone knows this. But the man had a knack for closing cases. Criminals all but lined up to confess. The Chief didn’t let him investigate alone anymore, though. There needed to be someone making sure his methods would hold up in court.
Eric thinks it just warps the younger detectives’ idea of what’s acceptable.
In fact, Eric wouldn’t put it past him to not care about the protocol around properly signing out files.
I should look into that, he thinks to himself, as he watches Thomas Rolland pull back his sleeve, to check the time on his large, gold-plated watch.
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GOING TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH TOXIC!EREN…
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MINORS DNI.
note:tbh i had a lil fun writing this! there will be a part 2 w smut but i kinda wanted to make a little story cuz why not? also this is WAY longer than i intended it to be.. sorry….
cw: fem! reader, strong language, violence, reader is a bit of an airhead + sensitive, use of alcohol, angst, eren is toxic , all characters aged up to 20+, im a sucker for toxic eren🫦 also he’s a bit possessive
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summary : you and eren went out to a christmas party, what’s the worst that could happen?
“how you holding up?” your boyfriend asks. as of right now you’ve had a little too much to drink at connie’s christmas party, not to an extent though. to be honest, eren didn’t expect this much people to show up. music is blasting in the back, people are chatting and dancing, some are drunk, others are playing beer pong, this party was for sure a blast right now. you and eren decided to take shots earlier with connie, jean, mikasa, and armin, but clearly you went overboard a bit. you’re currently on the couch next to eren, his hand on your thigh while your leaned over against his shoulder.
“i’m fine ‘ren.. trust me.” you reply, your words slurring together slightly. you take another sip of your beer, but suddenly it disappears. “hey, no more.” eren scolds. eren had decided to invite you to the party because you needed to have a little fun in your life. it’s not like you never went out, you just preferred to stay at home. but when you get drunk, it’s a whole new personality you’ve unlocked.
you came to this party in a strapless bodycon dress,in a nice velvet color. it hugs your hips very nicely and makes your breasts slightly pop out, you wore this with a simple and nice white button up cover up, which you clearly didn’t button up. eren didn’t really approve of what you wore, but man, you looked like a goddess. he couldn’t say no to those beautiful doe eyes you got.
“sorry…” you apologize. sometimes eren would get a little rude with you, but he would quickly realize once you start sulking. “it’s ok, princess. just please don’t over drink.”he smiles at you, and starts circling his thumb on your thigh. you feel hear building up in your core, but it’s just you having to pee really bad. you grab eren’s hand off your thigh. “i need to pee really quick eren, i’ll be back.” you give him an innocent smile. as you get up, he lightly pulls you back. “let me walk with you, it’s crowded.” he insists. “i’m fineee, i’m not a baby eren.” you reply. you grab his face and give him a peck on his cheek. “it’s just really quick..” “alright, don’t go running off though.” he replies.
after washing your hands you walk out the bathroom. you’re walking down the hall back to the main room, slightly stumbling each step. “hey, are you.. good?” a voice calls out to you. the voice belongs to a very nice looking guy. dirty blonde hair which is slicked back, and nice hazel eyes. “yes.. i am. i think.” you think about what you just said. the alcohol in your system is starting to kick in even more. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” he offers a handshake. “y/n, and what’s your name?” you shake his hand, and give him a friendly smile. your cheeks are slightly tinted red. the guy admires you, and can’t help but think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous’.
“porco galliard, you have a pretty name by the way.” he compliments. “thank you!” you let go of his hand. “so… are you here by yourself?” he asks. when he asks, your mind is slowly starting to go foggy, forgetting certain things, and a person. “i’m just trying to find my way out of here.” you ignore the question. “can you help me please…” you plead, looking at him with puppy eyes. “how could i say no to a pretty face like you, where to?” he pulls you close to his side, aware that you aren’t in a great state of mind right now. he doesn’t realize what he has coming.
“yo, eren you good?” connie asks. it’s been about 20 minutes since you left to use the bathroom. your phone is dead, and the house is very crowded, eren is starting to get worried. he would probably have a heart attack if he knew you were with another guy currently. “i’ve called her like what… 15 fucking times and she won’t answer!” he lashes out. “woah calm down..” armin sits himself on the couch next to eren. “how about let’s look for her, she’s probably just lost, you know how she is.” he tries to lighten the mood.
eren wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend. he usually gets angry quickly, and was possessive when it came to you. arguments would lead to you crying and him reassuring you, even though half the time he would start the arguments. but you still loved him no matter what, he’s your baby. and he loved you just as much, probably even more. he’s just ‘looking out for you’.
“yeah, we didn’t expect this much people to come, maybe we should look for her.” jean chimes in. “alright, let’s get going.” armin suggests. eren and him get off up the couch, meanwhile jean has already started looking.
meanwhile…
the sound of crickets chirp outside. in the duration of eren freaking out, porco took you outside for some fresh air, away from the overwhelming party. you needed it, since you were absolutely out of it. the night sky is beautiful, the moon shining which provided some light. you two were sitting on some steps in the backyard. “so… what are some things you like?” porco makes conversation. “i really like cats.” you say. “oh really? what do you like about them?” he asks. “they’re just s’ooo cute! me and my boyfriend adopted one not that long ago and he’s the cutest thing alive!” you ramble. “boyfriend?” he asks. “yeah, my boyfriend is the best. sometimes he can be a little mean though, and it makes me sad.” you say, sadness reminiscing in your tone. porco puts his nicely sized hand on your back and starts rubbing in circles.
“why would he be mean to you? you’re a really sweet girl.” he reassures you. “i don’t really know. whenever we argue sometimes it’s bad. sometimes he gets really mad and starts yelling at me, and i don’t like it. i usually cry because sometimes he’s just so mean. but it’s okay, he apologizes and then makes me feel loved!” you ramble again, words slurring together. porco looks at you. in the hour you guys have been talking he’s learned a good amount about you, but he feels like you deserve more than this so called ‘boyfriend’ you have. but again, he doesn’t really know too much details, and keeps his thoughts to himself. “well… he should honestly respect you as much as-”
“y/n!” the familiar voice calls from behind you. you look back and see the face of your boyfriend, with a look that indicates he is VERY pissed off. “what the fuck!” he yells. “don’t cause a scene eren!” armin scolds at him. “e’ren…” you hiccup. he goes over to where you and porco are sitting with armin following, with a worried look. “who the hell are you?” he looks at porco, with a disgusted look. “calm the fuck down dude, i had to take care of her since someone couldn’t..” he gives a remark. this guy was really testing erens patience. “who are you to tell me i can’t take care of my girlfriend? i was looking for her this whole time just for her to be with another guy.” he snaps back. footsteps are heard, them belonging to jean, connie, and mikasa. your vision is currently blurry, with tears flowing in your eyes. “what is going on out here?” mikasa questions. “oh shit..” connie realizes.
porco stands up and faces eren. “alright i get your her boyfriend and shit, but if you’re thinking we did something, we didn’t. she’s drunk as fuck so i offered to help her since this party is huge. be grateful i made sure she was safe, no need to go off on me.” he explains. there’s a pause of silence, until eren breaks it. “listen, i could honestly care less. i don’t want you near my girl.” he threatens. “eren… please stop.” you plead, looking up at the scene. “you don’t have any room to talk, what the fuck were you and this guy doing anyways?!” he snaps.
you hold back your tears. “we weren’t doing anything eren, don’t make this a big deal.. please.” you were stumbling over your words. this was all too overwhelming, since you came just to have a good time. you should’ve known how eren would’ve gotten.
“shut the fuck up y/n!” he looks at you with flames bursting in his eyes. “i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.” everyone nearby looks at the current scene that’s happening, and you can’t stand it anymore. your mind is fuzzy, and the tears that were at bay on your eyes start slowly falling down your cheeks. you hated when eren would yell at you. now that he’s yelling at you in front of other people, you felt helpless. you get up and leave the scene, leaving everyone behind.
“eren what is wrong with you?” mikasa breaks the sudden silence. she then leaves the scene to go find you. “learn some respect, that’s your girlfriend.” porco remarks. eren looks at porco with hatred, not caring that he was causing an unnecessary scene. that’s just who he was. a loud and sudden sound fills the awkward silence.
eren gave porco a good punch to the face. “don’t tell me what i should learn.” at this point, eren was in rage, he could care less about anything right now. he wanted to fuck up this random ass guy who was telling him shit that related to his girlfriend. erens in the wrong but he doesn’t see it. porco returns a punch back, and this sets off a fight.
people start surrounding the area, observing what is happening. eren delivers a punch on porcos side, which makes him fall. eren steps up and is about to kick porcos face until porco drags him down suddenly, and starts punching him repeatedly. the scene is starting to get very violent, with blood drops filling the wooden patio. armin goes up and pulls back eren, but he’s still delivering blows.
“what the hell is happening?!?” a man who looks like porco arrives at the scene. another man follows behind him, tall, blonde and seems way older than the rest of the party guests. “separate them marcel what are you doing!” the guy shouts. “reiner why don’t you do something too?” jean shouts from the other side of the scene. connie goes up and helps armin pull eren off, and marcel and reiner pull porco away from eren.”
“parties over! everyone get the hell out!” connie yells. the news soon spreads around, and people start leaving before anything else happens. porco apologizes for being involved in the fight, and leaves with marcel and reiner. eren and everyone else goes inside.
“stay still.” armin commands. the party now ended, connie and jean were currently cleaning up. armin is helping clean up eren’s wounds. eren winces at the alcohol put on his wound.
“so, are you proud of being a horrible boyfriend and telling off your girlfriend in front of a crowd for no reason?” armin reminds eren. eren reflects on his actions and realizes he messed up big time. his anger always gets the best of him. “no…” he admits. “you need to go apologize to her. just to let you know she got home safe with mikasa.” the blonde tells eren.“how is she doing?” he asks, head down. “mikasa told me she wouldn’t stop crying.” eren’s emerald orbs look up.
he knew you were sensitive. he hated seeing you cry. he always tries to control his anger around you no matter what, but sometimes the littlest things will set him completely off. the guilt finally falls on him. you never argued back, no matter how much he yelled, because all you wanted was peace, and love from eren. knowing he said hurtful things to his girl is finally dwelling on him.
“i’m sorry for all the mess i caused.” eren apologizes, directing it towards everyone currently in the house. connie steps up, “listen, im not saying i forgive you, but you really have to work on yourself. you should be apologizing to y/n instead of us. what you did was really fucked up eren.” he replies. “we’re all here for you eren, just know that.” jean adds in.
as the moonlight shines, the night continues. eren, driving himself home realizes if he doesn’t work on himself, there’s a potential chance of losing you. he thinks to himself ‘i’m sorry beautiful, i would do anything for you.’ the texts he had sent you earlier sent, but you left him on read hours ago.
he cannot let jealousy and possessiveness take him over. he’s going to make it up to you, one way or another.
part 2 will be linked here !
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