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Hello I really love your stories and I'm requesting if you could make and fluffier and funnier version of the "ohayo pokko" scene I don't even know how structure this and the ship I'm basing on is pokkopikku,mAlthough I do hope you are not annoyed of me requesting this ship because I've noticed you've been doing a lot but just work your magic and don't be to hasty you can take your time

hello!!! Thank you for being so kind~ I wrote this over the weekend because it was such a nice, fluffy request. Thank you for asking for it ^^ I hope you like it a lot! have a good day 💕

Good Morning, Porco

PokkoPiku. Canonverse.

1039 words.

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Porco hears the door to his room creak, but he hardly stirs. He doesn’t even crack open an eye to check who it is. Whoever it is can wait anyway. It’s not every day that he gets a chance to sleep in and he’s going to take advantage of every second of it. If someone wants to wake him up, they’re going to have to drag him out of bed themselves because he doesn’t plan on budging.

Footsteps pad across the floor and stop by his bed. Someone calls out his name, but Porco’s still half-asleep and unable to register the person’s voice. He turns away from them, hoping that they’ll get the hint and leave. The person calls his name twice more, their voice a little louder each time, but Porco still doesn’t get out of bed. He simply growls in response. He thinks that they’re going to leave because he hears footsteps moving away, but he realizes too late that they’ve only gone to pull open the curtains.

Sunlight floods his room and Porco groans when the golden light hits his eyes. He opens his eyes enough to see a silhouette, but he quickly squeezes them shut to block out the sun. With another growl, he turns away and pulls the sheets over his head. Porco hears the person call his name again, but he refuses to get up.

“Go away,” he groans, and he hears a titter that’s vaguely familiar but he can’t quite place the owner. His brain can’t function this early in the morning.

Suddenly, the bed dips around him, and a hand tugs the blanket until it's under his chin. Porco can feel something tickling his ear. Someone’s breath caresses his cheeks. It makes him grimace, and he turns his head slightly to address whoever is trying to disturb his sleep.

Porco cracks open his eye and realizes that the sunlight is almost completely blocked by a curtain of black surrounding his head. All he can see in front of him right now is a set of mischievous brown eyes.

“Ohayō, Porco,” Pieck says cheerfully.

It surprises Porco enough to make him lift his head in alarm, forgetting that Pieck is caging him in with her body. Their heads crash together and Porco can feel the bump forming on his forehead already. The collision is enough to make Pieck collapse on top of Porco in surprise, her full weight on him now.

Porco is too tired to be angry. He only has enough energy to be mildly annoyed. With a clumsy hand, he reaches out to gently pat the swell growing on Pieck’s forehead. “Pieck, what the fuck?” he groans. He splutters trying to get Pieck’s hair out of his mouth. “What were you doing?”

Pieck says something, but it’s difficult to hear when her face is pressed against Porco’s chest.

With a sigh, Porco lifts her chin. She smiles at him, but he awaits her answer with a raised eyebrow.

“I thought it would be nice for me to wake you up for a change,” she says, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand. When Porco lets his hand fall from her chin, she rests her head on his chest. Her chin digs into Porco’s ribcage, but he doesn’t complain. “I guess it’s rather early though.”

“It’s too early,” Porco groans, but he doesn’t mean it. Now that he’s more awake, the sunlight streaming in from the window isn’t as blinding as it was a few minutes ago. It’s actually kind of pleasant to have natural light warming his room so early in the morning, and Pieck’s presence is always more than welcome. He keeps his eyes closed as he pats her head. “And what’s so pressing that I have to be awake this early in the morning?”

“Hmm,” Pieck hums. She turns her head so that her cheek rests on Porco’s chest. “Zeke wanted to go over some military strategies with us this morning.”

Porco rubs at his eye lazily, trying to get the sleep out. “I thought we’ve already gone through them before,” he mumbles. “Hundreds of times, actually. Why do we need to go through them again?”

“To appease the Marleyan officers,” Pieck says. She plays with his shirt, rubbing the fabric of his collar between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m sure it’s nothing too in-depth. If you sleep with your eyes open during the meeting, I’m sure nobody will even notice. Just try not to snore.”

Porco tries to shift to a more comfortable position, but it’s difficult to do with another person on top of him. He yawns instead, not bothering to cover his mouth. He tries not to think about the military strategy meeting that will no doubt take place soon. He’s never been very good at paying attention in those meetings. It’s always the same to him, perhaps small details changing here and there, but always the same men droning on and on about strategy and methods of minimizing collateral damage while maximizing destruction to enemy troops. Just thinking about it is making Porco’s eyelids droop and he can feel himself already nodding off to sleep again.

There’s a light tapping on his chest. The fingers travel from his chest to his neck to his chin. Pieck holds him there between her thumb and index finger. Through the crack of his eyelids, he can see her watching him with an amused expression. “Are you falling asleep again already?”

“It’s too early,” Porco mumbles, shutting his eyes once more. He wraps his arms around Pieck and holds her closer. He can hear her laughter muffled by the fabric of his shirt, her breath warming his chest.

“Do you need more help waking up?” Pieck asks. Even with his eyes closed, Porco can tell that her lips are curled up in a playful smile.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, and he feels her hands press against his chest.

Pieck leans forward, her hair falling from behind her ear to tickle his cheek, and presses a kiss — warm, tender, sweet — against Porco’s lips. When her lips leave his, Porco opens his eyes, finally awake now, and smiles. With a hand tenderly placed on the back of Pieck’s neck, Porco draws her close to kiss her again.

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