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violetarks · 4 months

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'cause i got my love to keep me warm!

anime: attack on titan

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, porco galliard

summary: christmas isn't christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe!

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, i am writing this in november guys, modern! au

↣ eren jeager:

you watched as jean hung up that plant above the entrance to the kitchen from the living room, an open doorway that definitely fit two people comfortably.

"jean... do i even wanna ask?" you huff out, sipping from your glass the sweet alcohol connie had handed to you.

"if you must know, mikasa is arriving soon and she brought desserts so she'll put 'em in the fridge, right?" he steps off the foot stool, putting it to the side. he stands with his hands on his hips, so proud of himself. "so i'll swoop in and help her carry her things and we'll kiss under the mistletoe and she'll fall in love with me."

you chuckle at his scheming, leaning against the wall beside the entrance, jean making sure to step a few feet away to not get caught with you. no offence. "i would be so flattered if someone did this for me."

"first find someone who will tolerate you that isn't sasha or connie." he retorts, stopping himself and look you square in the eyes, "or me. don't look for me. ever."

"oh i would rather gouge my eyes out." you huff, finishing your drink. the empty glass makes you frown. niccolo made such good alcoholic punch, you were downing so much of it. "hey, ymir! where's the rest of the drinks?"

"in the kitchen—ay, don't drink 'em all! not everyone has arrived yet!" she shouts, looking at you with your empty glass. she points a finger at you, as if to threaten, but you roll your eyes and waving your hand at her, leaving jean to his antics he was so proud of.

as you fill up your glass, you hear the last of your friends arrive. mikasa, armin and eren walk in, making everyone cheer and gather arround you. you were imagining jean's excitement as he saw his crush of a couple years. you sat in the kitchen and listened, preparing yourself to go out and talk to your own crush of a couple years. you were hoping that this time, eren and you could have a conversation throughout the night without him running to the bathroom or escaping to hang out with armin.

"y/n, get in here!" reiner calls from the living room, where everyone else was.

you huff back, pushing off the bench, "okay!" walking towards the exit of the kitchen, you fix your shirt and put on a smile. "it's so great to see you guys! it's been forever." you say, seeing eren walking towards you with a box of cupcakes. armin and mikasa say the same thing to you as a greeting. but you blink, seeing jean distraught as mikasa strikes up a conversation with historia and ymir, empty-handed.

"y/n. hey." eren says, giving you a soft smile.

"hi." you respond, looking down at the seal on the top of the box, "mikasa's cupcakes?"

he stops beside you, shrugging his shoulders. "yeah. can you tell which ones i decorated?" he chuckles nervously, watching you scan each dessert.

"ah... well..." you stammer, seeing the weirdly placed icing on a handful of the cupcakes, as well as the messy sprinkles. some of them were only on half of the cupcake. you give eren your best smile. "i would still choose yours over the others."

"thanks." he says back, rubbing the back of his neck. he then notices the glass in your hand. "how do the drinks taste?"

"oh, amazing. they taste so good." you admit, holding up your drink, "it's such a nice colour too. niccolo did very well—..." you held up your glass to the light to inspect the colour, but your eyes fall on something above you instead.

"y/n? what's... wrong?" he asks, looking up where you were. his ears begin to tint pink, face burning. "oh... who—who put that there?"

"jean did, to kiss mikasa." you admit, putting your glass down on the table beside you, taking the box from eren and doing the same thing. you began to feel your face heating up at well, a bit embarrassed. "it doesn't matter, just forget about it. i'll get you a drink."

but as you turn to the kitchen again, eren moves forward, trapping you against the wall of the room. you were out of sight from the rest of the party, eyes wide and staring at the man in front of you. he looked determined, eyes scanning yours.

"eren, what're you doing?" you say, keeping your hands against the wall. his were near your waist, his wrists bumping against you.

"can i?" he asks, gulping. his hair falls a little against his forehead, you watch the strands carefully. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and see the mad blush over his cheeks. "can i kiss you? please?"

"yes." you say before you can think.

he dives forward, hand resting on your cheek to pull you closer. your hands leave the wall and you don't know where to put them. with gentle hands, you grasp the bottom of his hoodie and kiss back. eren kisses you just as softly, as if to not scare you. he was a little rough on the outside, so his delicate touches and kisses surprise you.

there was a sense of desperation that you could feel, as if he was waiting for this as long as you had. his other hand pulled you against him by your back, kissing you deeper. you let out a quick exhale, only to be pulled back into another kiss. and another. you almost couldn't breathe by how quickly he was kissing you.

"hey, you wanna' bring—WOAH WOAH WOAH!" sasha begins to yell, completely forgetting what she came in to ask you and now waving her hands around to cover her face. a few others run into the room to investigate as you and eren pull away, hands still on each other and staring back at sasha.

"what's wro—..." jean begins, stopping when he notices your position. it's quiet as armin, annie and reiner stare at you as well. you stay in your spot, still tugging on eren's shirt and torso, and eren's arms wrapped around you. jean is quiet before he begins shouting, nearly louder than the music. "WHAT? HOW—WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?"

"your stupid mistletoe!" you call back, taking your hands away from eren and pointing to the plant.

"oh so you stand under a mistletoe and you get to make out with someone in the kitchen," jean begins to complain as armin takes the others out of the room for privacy, "but when i do it, i get forced to kiss bertholdt?"

"that was like one time." eren sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, brushing his face as if to wipe away his pink cheeks.

"whatever, asswipe." jean scowls, flipping the both of you off as he elaves, "enjoy your christmas, traitors."

as you are left alone, quietness consumes you. eren isn't able to meet your eye, much like you struggle to do as well.

but you clear your throat, "uh, yeah, so... thank you?"

"for kissing you?" eren hums, a bit of a smile on his lips.

"yeah? nevermind." you say, even more embarrassed. eren laughs a little, taking a step towards you again. you brace yourself before he places a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"you're welcome. i hope i can kiss you again." eren says, sending you a grin before he takes your hand, "you said these drinks were good, right? i'll try some."

he doesn't let go of your hand as he pours himself a glass. it seems like he has no intention of letting it go either.

↣ mikasa ackerman:

she watches you from the other side of the room, seeing how you laugh at something that sasha said. she grips her glass a little tighter, armin grabbing it from her in fear of it breaking.

"gosh, mikasa..." he huffs, setting it on the table and following her line of sight, "why don't you go up and talk to them?"

"armin..." she mutters out, looking at her friend briefly before he rolls his eyes and listens in to eren and jean's conversation about a recent sports game.

he couldn't be less interested, but it was better than dealing with mikasa's unwavering potectiveness.

"call y/n over here." she says.

"what?" armin says, raising a brow, "why?"

"just do it." mikasa tells him, elbowing his side.

armin winces, rubbing his ribs and waving his hand out at you. "hey, y/n!" he calls, watching you and sasha look his way, "c'mere for a sec!"

you excuse yourself, pattinf sasha's shoulder. she makes a beeline for the food table, where connie and reiner were at the moment. meanwhile, you walked over to armin and mikasa's spot on the couch, where the girl sat straighter and fixed her hair.

"hey, armin. it's good to see you, mikasa." you say, nodding at her and looking back at rhe blonde. mikasa relished in those few seconds, feeling her cheeks burn under your gaze and kind smile. "what's up?"

armin truthfully didn't know what to say. he made it sound like he needed you for something, but he was blank. "i, uh... i'm..." he frantically looked around, briefly at mikasa. she only widened her eyes a little and gave a look that said 'think of something'. he wanted to scold her. but his eyes lay on the drink he had taken from his friend. he perks up. "can you grab something for me?"

you raise your brows, hand out of your pocket and on your hip now. "uh, sure thing. what d'ya need?"

mikasa clenched her hands on her lap, silently cussing out armin. she asked him to bring you here so you could talk to her and be around her. why was he sending you on an errand run now?

"upstairs, i left some alcohol in the study that i forgot to bring down. could you just grab it for me?" he asks, actually remember that he legitamately forgot to get them, "i have to quickly check on the desserts."

"oh yeah, i can do that." you say, giving a thumbs up.

"thanks." he retorts, standing up, "mikasa, can you help her? it's a few bottles."

she blinks and stands up as well. "yeah, i—i can help." she mumbles, staring at you.

"great. just bring them to the kitchen when you're done." armin nods his head and then walks off, leaving you two alone.

you point to the stairs. "should we get going?"

"right." mikasa smiles, following after you.

the both of you leave the party in the living room, going towards the house entrance to go upstairs. it grew quieter, until all you heard was the two pairs of footsteps.

she walks up the stairs behind you, never taking her eyes off the back of your head. your hair looked so nice today, and your shirt hugged your figure so nicely. not to mention, your choice of fragrance today was enchanting. you smelt so nice...

"so, um... i heard you and that student from economics went out together..." mikasa says, trying to hide her deep rooted anger.

she had heard from eren who was told by jean, who was shown by reiner, who got sent a photo from annie, that you were seen on a date at a cafe near the university you all went to, with some random personfrom another course. by the end of the day, she had learnt who it was, what they did, what you two ordered, and that the person had only one girlfriend from early primary school.

you glance over your shoulder at her. "oh... right. well, we're just friends." you explain, shurgging your shoulders, "didn't really work out, it was only one date anyway. we're not interested in each other."

"oh, that's... that's good." mikasa chimes in, a small smile on her face. she couldn't contain her excitement. maybe you were interested in her instead.

"just these ones here, right?" you ask, holding up a few bottles in your hand as you kneeled in the study. mikasa snaps back into reality, nodding her head. "sweet. let's get 'em all."

mikasa begins to collect the alcohol as you do, being careful not to drop any. once they were all acquired, you begin on your way downstairs, making smalltalk with mikasa. about how her holidays are so far, her studies and all. you even ask about eren and armin. you were so considerate too, the way you made sure to carry more than her because you had seen her drink a few glasses before this, while you hadn't.

"you okay, mikasa?" you say from behind her. she nods her head, pleased by your concern. "good, good. i can't wait to try—fuck!"

she turns around just in time to catch a loose bottle once she's on the bottom of the stairs. the bottle doesn't go far, now laying in mikasa's arms. you steady yourself on the second last steps, clutching the alcohol to your chest. you were wide-eyed, staring at her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. thank you, mikasa." you say, breathless. she nods her head once and looks up to you on your elevated step, heaving the bottles safely in her hands. her eyes land on something passed you. "is something wrong?"

you follownyour gaze to see the a mistletoe hanging above you. "oh man, who put that there?" you ask, stepping down another step. you look to mikasa, who is staring bsck at you. if you knew anything, you knew the look on her face. a grin lays on your face and you sigh, "you poor thing."

"huh?" mikasa mutters, watching as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. a small squeak leaves her and she thinks she's about to drop the alcohol on the floor.

she tastes a little bitter due to the drinks she's been having, but you've been eating christmas sweets all night. the blend of the two flavours is nice. mikasa squeezes her eyes shut, and she can feel her cheeks burning as her heart beats faster.

you were cool and collected, gently moving your lips against hers and guiding the both of you. mikasa was too cute, asking you all these questions throughout the time you've known her, always finding a way to be alone with you. you ever really thought much of it, but that look in her eyes just then told you all you need to know.

when you pull away, mikasa's eyes slowly open, her lipstick now smudged and on you. you memorised her face, how her blush spread across her cheeks and her ears. meanwhile, mikasa tried to calm herself, shifting on her feet.

"you... didn't have to, y/n." she says, standing up straight.

but you walk down the rest of the stairs, pressing another kiss to her cheek as you pass her. "don't worry yourself. let's give these to armin, and then get a drink." you say, leading her to the kitchen.

she lets out a small breath, collecting herself and then following after you.

↣ porco galliard:

thank god armin was smart.

"pock! y/n is here now!" pieck announces from the dinner table. the restaurant was fully booked out and lively, piano played familiar christmas themes and the formal attire made it look as expensive as it really was. the food smelt amazing, which is why colt wanted to buy almost everything on the menu, to which reiner dismissed but truly wanted as well.

"yeah? why are you only tellin' me?" porco responds, not bothering to stand from his seat. but he searches the large crowd for your walking figure. pieck smiles, knowing of his not so secret feelings for you. when you finally make it to the table, porco sneaks glances.

"hey, i'm sorry i'm late. i couldn't find my shoes." you say, waving at everyone as they greet you too. you scan the table for a spare spot, only seeing one in between reiner and porco. your eyes lock with his, and he hastily looks away. as everyone falls into their own conversations, you stand near porco. "can i sit here?"

"see anywhere else you can sit?" he huffs back at you. you snicker, sitting down beside him and setting your jacket on the chair. everyone fell into conversation around you whilst you sat there quietly, playing with the napkin on your lap. porco stares at you for a moment before clearing his throat. "you look good. you... look nice."

your head turns to him, and a smile dawns on your face. "oh? thank you, porco. you look handsome tonight."

"thanks." he huffs, looking away. the food was coming now and he didn't want to look at your face as you stared at him. why were you so positive and sweet?

the dinner continues with small talk between the both of you and the rest of the table. zeke did his share of pushing porco and reiner's buttons, and you, bertholdt and pieck worked to mend their arguments.

as the food came and went, and drinks were topped off endlessly. colt was currently telling his own story about something funny that happened to him last week. he mentioned falco and gabi, and by the end of five minutes, porco was zoned out, drinking from his glass.

he was bored. as much as he enjoyed free food, he was so bored.

"i'm just gonna go to the bathroom." porco clears his throat, excusing himself.

he stands up, nudging against you genty by accident. but he finds himself brushing his hand against you and holding the back of your chair to stand up. you offered him a gentle smile, to which he nodded at and walked away.

"don't be too long, galliard." zeke chimes in, ellicting an eye roll from the said man, "we might miss you too much."

"suck it, jaeger." porco scoffs, fixing his collar as he leaves the table.

you watch him leave as everyone else falls into conversation. porco has always been different from everyone else, you realised. he was realistic, somewhat pessimistic, but always trying his best. you found yourself a little excited to be alone with him, but that was rare. there was never a good reason to be alone with him, and it was embarrassing to just say you wanted him to yourself.

so when you saw him pass the bathrooms and go straight to the empty balcony, you took your chance.

"i'll be back, gonna' go get a drink from the bar." you say, seeing the bar in the same direction as porco.

"damn, can't get enough, can you?" colt jokes, nodding to your empty glass.

"not all of us can be a lightweight like you." you chuckle, making your way over. it doesn't take you long til you open the door of the balcony and close it behind you. porco is leaning against the balcony railing, not hearing you until you clear your throat. "hey."

"oh, hey." he says, seeing you walk towards him.

"what are you doing out here?" you ask, standing beside him.

"gettin' some air. you?"

"followed you." porco raises a brow at you. "what? you looked lonely."

"shut up." he rolls his eyes, and runs his fingers through his hair. you catch yourself staring, then looking out to the city lights. "what're your plans for christmas?"

you lean against the railing, the night wind blowing towards you. "well, i'll go to my family's town for a few days, then come back here and celebrate myself." you explain, tilting your head, "yourself?"

"the same." he huffs, resting his hand on his neck, "marcel is expecting some souveniers."

"ha, right, right." you say, playing with your fingers. you secretly wished you could think of a more personal present for porco, you opted for a nice silver ring. you just needed a good time to give it to him before you both left. "hey, so—"

"i got you something." porco says, standing up straight. you stare at him, suddenly aware of how he looked in the moonlight and the soft yellows of the lights around you. he holds out a small box from his pocket. "merry christmas, y/n."

"porco, you didn't have to." you chuckle, taking the box from his hand.

"yeah i know. but you mentioned you lost yours. and i just so happened to be out and saw it." he claims as you pull out a bracelet that was so similar to yours that you lost. you were at a loss for words, only staring down at the gift. porco self-conciously shifted from foot to foot. "it's—it's not the exact one, but y'know."

"no, porco. i love it." you say, putting it on immediately. porco blinks and lets out a sigh of relief. "thank you so much. i... the gift i got you is actually in my jacket pocket. i'll give it to you later."

"oh, i didn't know." porco says, hands bracing the metal in front of you.

you've never had solid proof that porco liked you more than a friend, but this had to be it, right? you scan his face to see him smiling a little, before you look up and see the plant hanging above your heads. he doesn't see the red berries and green leaves, but you don't say a word.

"hey, porco?" you call.

"mhm?" he replies.

"let me kiss you?" you ask, leaning against his shoulder. porco's eyes stay on you, blank-faced. he doesn't know how to say 'yes'.

"what? you wanna' kiss me?" he reiterates.

you respond, tilting your head at him, "i've always wanted to kiss you." you say, "so can i?"

porco takes a deep breath in, looking down at your lips for a few seconds. and he nods nods head. you lean forward first, making the move to kiss porco and rest a hand against his shoulder. porco's hand is on your cheek, keeping you connected.

your fingers are hot against his arm, even through the shirt he wore. his cologne filled the air, and it was just as intoxicating as any other alcohol. as handsome as he was, the way porco took care of you was even more attractive.

he kissed you softly, making sure not to overstep and to gently brush his thumb against your cheekbone. you were warm compared to the cold air. the kiss lasted shorter than any of you would've wanted, but the look on each others' face was worth it.

"i've never actually kissed anyone under a mistletoe before." you admit, patting his shoulder.

he furrows his brows before looking up, seeing the mentioned item above you two. be then chuckles, "sneaky."

"you wanna' come to mine for christmas?" you ask, caressing his arm. porco grins a little, hair falling out of place. as he pushes it back, you hold the box in your other hand. "we can cook and watch movies. after we come back from our family's, of course."

"sounds good to me." porco says, pulling you closer. you chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. he leans closer to you, earning another smile. "another one?"

who were you to reject him?

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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Quickstep

Porco Galliard x Reader

Summary: Before the life of marriage, you and Porco were friends who had full-time classes to juggle between the two of you. And- a ballroom dance class.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: pining, idiot friends to lovers, Porco being a flirty lil shit, otherwise just more fluff :3

A/N: Hello my dears! This is yet another fic in the world of hubbyish Porco! This is based on the dance class I took this past spring, I hope y'all enjoy some flirty and blushy Pock :3 -Birch<3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The wind was brisk as you walked to your second class of the day. The white glow of snow on the ground twinkled, making you squint your (colored) eyes against its brightness. A shiver passes over you, a reminder of how brutal the spring semester could be.

You see, you were walking to your ballroom dance class, your second class of the day, and one that you have with your best friend, Porco Galliard. You usually meet him at the gym after your first class, biology with Dr. Dan, but the lovely winter weather made you cringe.

The dance class was Porco’s first class of the day, so he would drive from your shared apartment to campus before meeting you there.

The spring semester was just barely getting started, as it was only the second week of classes. You made it through the drones of syllabus week, and now things were starting to settle in… except for this class.

The whole notion of ballroom dance was… well, terrifying. Partnering up with random people and then letting them guide you around the dance floor? Absolutely not. The only reason both you and Porco decided to take the class was that it was the only available gym credit, plus you would have each other.

Throughout the first week, everyone in the class was too terrified to even look at another student, let alone think of dancing alone or dancing with a partner in close proximity.

There was one major issue with you, and it wasn’t even the aspect of dancing with a stranger. It was the fact that your best friend was your long-time crush and was hot.

That first week of class, you could see the other girls eyeing up the eye candy that is your best friend. Porco, of course, was oblivious and only wanted to talk to you about his rugby practices. Yet you wouldn’t be surprised when all of the girls suddenly wanted to dance with him as their partner.

Generally, you just ignored them the first week, as it was all singles work anyway. You just tried to focus on learning the steps and staying on time. You weren’t the most graceful person, but you were a fast learner which made things easier.

At that, you finally made it into the gym, where you started to unzip your coat and dry off your sneakers so that they didn’t squeak for the whole hour. Porco walked in just a minute after you, shooting you his signature wink, to which you just roll your eyes.

He sets his bag down next to yours before following you over to the lines for warm-ups. Porco smiles at you and mumbles, “Do you think we’ll be doing partners today?” A wave of nervousness hits you as you think about partners… dancing with Porco.

Instead, you just shrug and say, “Maybe, but it is only week two of-” “Alright everyone let’s start some stretches,” the deep voice comes of your instructor, Erwin Smith.

The tall blonde was one of the best dancers in the world, an Olympic gold medalist. So, your class does as he says and starts to stretch while listening to him talk you through the steps of the Quickstep again.

“Alright everyone, let’s put leads on the blue and green lines, and follows on the red and orange lines,” Erwin stated, gesturing to each respective group. The thing about the ballroom dance class that was hard that there were always more follows than leads.

Thus, even when Porco positioned himself in front of you, he got shifted down to another girl who needed a lead. He frowns and mouths a silent “sorry” to you, and you can feel disappointment bloom in your belly.

That feeling is quickly replaced by nerves again when another lead takes his place, a tall brunette who had a crooked smile and unkempt hair.

Oh great, you think to yourself, shuffling on your feet. This guy looks like a nerd, or he’s going to eat me alive. Fuck, I wish I was with Porco.

“Okay, now let’s practice getting into our standard frame,” Erwin continued, “Leads, offer the invitation to your follow with you left hand extended, not a creepy Darth Vader chokehold, but not a limp noodle. Very good.”

You crack a smile at the joke, and turn to look back at your very stiff lead. You begrudgingly take his hand, and follow the instructions of Erwin to finish setting up your frame for the Quickstep.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look your lead in the eyes, so you try to look over his shoulder, but end up looking off to the left, just where Porco and his follow happened to be.

Porco was giving the short redhead he was with a warm and comforting smile, one that said, I got you, I know this is kind of weird.

An unknown fire started burning in your belly, and you quickly recognized it to be jealousy. You couldn’t help it, the way he was looking at her was the way you wanted him to look at you.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you see Porco make his terrified partner shakily laugh through her nerves, and you flick your eyes back over the shoulder of your own partner.

You knew Porco was a gentleman, his momma raised him to be one. Yet it still stung to see the way his right hand rested firmly on her rib cage, and his eyes staying soft and inviting to her.

A few moments after adjusting each set of lead’s and follows frame, it was time to practice the steps. Everyone had been practicing the steps individually for the last week, but now it was time to put leads and follows together at Erwin’s count.

“Everyone ready? Alright, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick…” Erwin started counting.

You did your best to feel where you feet were and to trust your judgement. Instead of looking where your feet were, you tried to focus on staring at a point over your partner’s shoulder, counting the steps in your head.

But what you didn’t know is that Porco was watching you instead of his partner. He could see the effort and try in your eyes, the focus you had in your count, and the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, mirroring the counts Erwin was saying out loud.

And man did he think you looked beautiful.

One half second later, he stepped on his partner’s foot unknowingly. “I’m so sorry!” he rushes out, looking down to move his feet out of the way of her own.

Then suddenly, as if a train wreck happened, all of the other groups started to experience the same thing. Leads and follows were stepping on each other, getting behind the beat, and turning the wrong way.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Erwin said above the chatter of your class. “Let’s reset with new partners, leads thank your follow and shift one to your left.”

Your lead quietly thanks you and moves down the line, and you turn to see who you would be matched up with. That’s when you catch sight of Porco.

Porco could feel his cheeks burning as he apologized to the follow he had just stepped on, but she just brushed it off and lined up again. He shyly scratched his head before moving to his left, where you seem to pop up right in front of him, a wide grin on your face.

"Ready to dance?" you quip, but Porco just laughs and snaps back, "Aren't I the one who's supposed to ask you that?"

A laugh falls from your lips at that, your giggles music to Porco’s ears. He swears he almost chokes at the sight of you in front of him, laughing at him.

A moment later, Erwin’s voice chimes in again, saying to reset into your standard frame with the new partner. Porco smirks at you in his typical fashion, offering you his left hand, the invitation to dance, which you softly accept.

As you close your hand around his own, the proximity between you two to closes. Suddenly your breath is catching in your throat and your (colored) eyes are locked on his own green ones.

But somehow, it’s not as scary as it had been just a few minutes ago. It’s comforting, but it’s… intense in a way you’ve never experienced. Porco’s eyes had never looked so vividly green as they did at that moment, and you swear you were about to get lost in the forest that they were.

You then raise your left hand to rest on the junction of his shoulder and the top of his bicep, where your fingers naturally curl into the tight muscles. Then, just a second later, as if it were perfectly rehearsed, Porco brings his right hand to rest on your mid back and just barely the side of your waist.

At his touch on your side, you can’t help but shiver. You try to blink a few times to calm the quickening pace in your chest, praying that he can’t tell you’re flustered. He’s your best friends, get it together, you tell yourself.

Porco looks down at you, his brows softening at the slightly terrified look on your face and he quietly whispers, "Are you alright? It's just me."

You shake your head once to try to clear your thoughts and then you nod once, regaining eye contact before you whisper back, "I'm okay, this partner thing is all just a bit new."

Porco didn’t really buy it, but he could tell that from the look in your eyes, you were okay. Yet he knew something was bugging you and was festering in your mind.

"You know, I always imagined I'd be dancing with a pretty girl at my wedding, but I didn't think I'd be practicing with her in a college class," he murmurs cheekily, a sly smirk stretching out across his lips.

An intense heat immediately starts to burn on your cheeks, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach out of nowhere. You part your lips to reply to him, your (colored) eyes flicking back and forth between his green ones to find the lie in his words.

You had just about found your voice to respond to him when you hear Erwin’s voice next to you, “Wow your frame looks great. The natural chemistry between two lovers cannot be beaten!" At that, he then shifted down to the next partner set, leaving you and Porco a bit speechless.

If you were ready to sink into a hole at Porco's cheeky comment, that was the dirt to fill in your grave. When you return your gaze to Porco's, he has his own flush covering his cheeks and a look of uncertainty in his gaze.

There is no time to discuss it because the return of the counts comes back in out of nowhere, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick..." and then the voice drones out in the back of your head as your body starts to move on its own.

Porco's natural ability to lead lets you relax in his embrace, his footwork naturally stepping into you and away like the push and pull of a wave.

You don't look at your feet once as you hold his emerald gaze, and he does the same as he leads you down the line of dance. Everyone around you slowly begins to lose their cadence to the counts, but the two of you continue, feet perfectly in time to the rhythm of the Quickstep.

That is when you hear Erwin call for a spin, and you and Porco release each other in time before you feel his hand push you into the spin. He catches you with what seems like a practiced ease, right back into the frame before returning to the repetitive steps.

“And halt,” Erwin says.

The two of you stop, slightly puffing and still holding onto one another. It takes a moment for you to pull away, but Porco's touch lingers as you slowly lower your feet flat to the ground and take a step back.

You aren't really sure what overcame you during that dance, but all you know is that Porco has never looked at you like that before, and the feelings you've suppressed over the years were resurfacing.

Then seemingly with perfect timing, the bell rings in the gym, signaling that class was over. You start towards your things, your mind racing with thoughts of your blonde best friend.

But a warm hand grasping your own makes you turn around, spinning right back into Porco's broad chest.

“We've got some things to talk about, Y/n.”

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