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Promise Ring (Marcel Galliard x Reader)

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Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: both Marcel and the reader are 15 years old at the beginning

Promise Ring

„I′ll be back before you know it. Really, you go to sleep a few times and I′ll be home again,“ Marcel said with a bright smile on his lips. A smile you absolutely loved and adored every single time you saw it. Especially when it brought light to his hazel eyes which were almost like melted gold in bright sunlight. „But till then...“

You completely froze in place as he pulled something small from the pocket of his white military uniform. Bright red armband on his left arm – something so stupid and important at the same time. You knew, better than anybody, how hard he trained the last few years to get that armband.

It was always you, who helped him study for the tests. It was you, who watched him train long hours to be in the best shape. And it was you, who wiped away his tears of frustration and despair when he didn′t feel good enough. When he convinced himself he wasn′t worthy of becoming a Warrior and an honorary Marleyan.

It was you, who held him for hours to come after he got the news that he was chosen to be the new Jaw Titan. Marcel was scared out of his mind. Even though he trained for that specific moment, it suddenly seemed too real and scary. He kept saying that it was a mistake, that he can′t do the things Marley wants him to. That he isn′t strong enough.

„What is it?“ you asked as he put a tiny black box in your palm. Another smile crept to his lips.

„Take a look for yourself.“

He seemed so excited and scared at the same time. That made your heart race a little as you got really eager to know what he came up with.

„Nothing′s gonna jump out of it, right?“ you asked with a worried tone.

Marcel laughed, leaned closer, and kissed your cheek. You steadied yourself with a deep, calming breath and finally opened the little box. It′s content knocked the breath out of your lungs. It was a beautiful silver ring with a round deep purple crystal.

„What... what is that?“

„It′s an amethyst ring. I found the crystal a few weeks back when I was taking a walk around the old mines, and asked my dad if he knew how to turn it into a ring. Luckily one of his old friends works as a jeweler and was able to help me.“

You shook your head in disbelief, tears starting to collect in your eyes. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you have ever laid your eyes on. And it was even more special because he had it made just for you. „I... I...“ you stuttered, finding it uncommonly hard to form a proper sentence.

„Do you like it?“ Marcel asked a little insecure. „Because... you know, if you don′t I totally get it. I know you don′t wear a lot of jewelry, but I thought... well, you know...“

You shut him up by gently grabbing his chin and kissing his soft lips. Showing affection to one another in public was never a problem for you two. Not even now, in a huge crowd of people that came to say farewell to the brave Warriors heading to Paradis.

„It′s perfect, Marcel. I love it so much,“ you finally said, lips still touching his. The tears in your eyes started to pour down your cheeks as you kissed him again – slowly and lovingly.

„Would you wear it as a promise ring? And when I come back and we are older I will trade it for a real engagement ring.“

Heat started to rise to your cheeks as you nodded and let Marcel take the ring out of the box. He carefully slid it onto your left ring finger and placed a quick kiss there. Both of his thumbs carefully wiped your tears as he leaned in for another kiss.

„Please, just don't cry or I won't have the strength to get on that boat and leave.“

A soft sob escaped your mouth. Looking right at him, you felt your heart break into tiny pieces. You knew this day would come. You knew he would leave to fulfill his path as a Warrior. But nothing could have prepared you for the pain and fear you felt in your whole body.

It was unimaginable to let him go.

Not him.

Not the boy you loved your whole life. The boy you grew up next to and played with almost every single day since you both were like three years old. The boy who visited your family′s little bakery in the heart of Liberio′s internment zone just to see you for a couple of minutes. Sometimes he even stayed and helped you and your mum out. And he never asked for anything in return, he was perfectly happy to help you with anything in the world.

Marcel Galliard had a heart of gold that belonged entirely to you. He made that crystal clear on many occasions. It was always you he imagined his future with. The both of you talked a lot about what′s to come in a couple of years – marriage, getting your own house, adopting a few dogs, and maybe eventually having kids.

You both dreamed of a future that was almost entirely unreachable.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered into his lips, placing your palm on his chest. Right over his steadily beating heart. „And I′m so incredibly scared that you... that you won′t come back.“

„Why wouldn't I come back?“ he asked, covering your hand still resting on his chest. At that moment you saw that even his eyes were starting to fill with tears. „My love for you is stronger than anything in this world. Much stronger than pain, suffering, and even death.“ He pressed a long kiss to your forehead. „And that love will always guide me back home. Back to you.“

Crying and almost having trouble catching your breath, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and ran your hand along his back. It was an attempt to calm both of you.

Minutes slipped through your fingers too quickly. Soon it was time for him to go. You had to let go of him as he said another goodbye to his family – parents and younger brother Porco, who was still mad about not being chosen as the Armored Titan. He trained just as hard as Marcel and wanted to go to Paradis alongside him. You liked Reiner, the latest inheritor of the Armored Titan, he was a good friend of yours. But you felt bad for Marcel′s younger brother who was staying behind.

„Take good care of yourself, okay? I don′t want anything bad happening to you.“

„I′ll be fine,“ you assured Marcel as he pulled you in one last hug. „You come back in one piece and as soon as possible, okay?“ You found his lips, almost hysterically crying through each one of your last kisses. „I love you, Marcel. I'll always love you, in this life and every other too.“

He smiled and gently tasted your lips one last time. „I′ve always loved you more than anything in this world. And I already can′t wait to see you, hug you and kiss you again.“ His thumb glided over your new ring – sitting perfectly in it′s place. „I′ll miss you every day, my love.“

„Just come back to me... please...“

Porco threw an arm around your shoulders the moment Marcel let go of you and started walking away. You had to restrain yourself from running after him and begging him to stay. Tears were flooding your eyes, your chest was hurting and your legs were shaking.

„He′ll be fine, you know? Marcel will come back with the Founding Titan and save all of us Eldians,“ said Porco and rubbed your shoulder. He was two years younger than you and Marcel but was a bit taller than you. „I bet they′ll be back in a couple of months.“

„How can you be so sure?“

„I know my brother.“ His answer was simple as that. Porco sounded really confident, he definitely trusted Marcel and his abilities to succeed. „And I promised him that I′ll watch over you till then. But as you know, I get bored with stuff pretty easily, sooo...“

An unexpected giggle came from your mouth. Porco smirked and tugged you closer to his side, waving his brother when he got on the boat and leaned against the rail. „I love you!“ you shouted after Marcel and waved to him, eyes full of tears again.

He yelled something back, but his words got lost in the chaos around you. His parents stood beside Porco, and Mrs. Galliard was silently crying in her husband′s embrace. But there was a loving smile on her lips and a proud look in her eyes. Mr. Galliard was waving to Marcel as well, well pleased with everything his elder son has accomplished.

Five years have passed since you saw Marcel′s face for the last time. Or at least in reality. Because in your dreams you saw him all the time. Each and every night. Sometimes they were very pleasant dreams, other times you woke up screaming, crying and gasping for air.

But you never stopped believing. You knew the day of his return will come and lived by that every day. In the last five years a lot has changed – you finished school and started helping your mom in the bakery full-time. You got to know a lot of kind and wonderful people at work, made memories with your closest friends and enjoyed life as much as you could without the love of your life by your side.

„I think I′m gonna faint,“ you said with a shaky voice, clutching Porco′s hand even tighter.

„Please, don't. That would be embarrassing.“

You raised your eyebrows and nudged his side with your elbow. „You′re embarrassing,“ you muttered, fidgeting with the amethyst ring on your left ring finger.

The day had finally come.

Yesterday the Galliard family got the word you′ve been all waiting for. The Warriors were returning home. The boat was set to dock early in the morning, just an hour after dawn. The whole port was still bathing in the golden rays of the early sun making the water look like it was gold set on fire.

Everyone got worried after Marley decided to send Zeke and Pieck to Paradis because Marcel, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were taking too long to finish their mission. Nobody heard from them for years, fear was very understandable. You couldn′t be sure they were still alive and well. But the nightmare was over, all of you could already see the boat getting closer. All the Warriors had their families here – parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

„I′m really nervous, Porco. I feel like I′m gonna throw up at any given moment.“

„Just make sure you′re facing the other way, yeah?“

„You can be so charming, Mr. Galliard.“

„Everything for my soon-to-be sister-in-law,“ he muttered slily and lifted your joined hands so he can look at the amethyst ring. You′ve worn it proudly since the day Marcel put it on your finger and couldn't wait for him to fulfill the promise he gave you five years ago.

Both of you were almost twenty years old now, and getting married soon was a real possibility. Some nights you dreamed about your wedding day – the day you′ll finally become Mrs. Galliard. You saw yourself in a beautiful white dress, holding hands with the love of your life as you were saying your wedding vows to each other.

„I′m nervous too,“ Porco admitted while the boat got even closer.

„Of course you are, it′s normal. You haven′t seen him in five years, both of you have changed so much.“

„It′s not just that. I′m still mad that it turned out this way and I had to stay here, waiting around like some stupid fool.“

„Oh, shut up! You loved hanging out with me for the last five years, we spent almost every day together.“

Marcel′s baby brother has become one of the closest people to you. The boy adored you, in his own way, of course, and guarded your every step. Just as he had promised his older brother the day he left. The two of you soon became inseparable in every situation. You laughed together and cried together. It was Porco you ran to when you had a problem and needed help. And some nights it was also Porco, who snuck over to your house, climbed the roof, and watched the stars with you for hours. He used to say that Marcel was surely looking at the same night sky and thinking of you.

„And I wouldn′t have it any other way,“ he assured you.

It only took a couple of moments and the boat finally arrived at it′s destination. Your whole body was shaking, your palms sweating, and heart racing wildly in your chest. Next to you was Reiner′s mother with his little cousin Gabi. The girl seemed eager to greet the hero her cousin had become.

„I′m really gonna faint, Porco,“ you muttered, more nervous than ever before.

„No, stop!“ he hissed and swung his arm around your waist to hold you against his body. „You wanna sit down for a bit?“

You shook your head, gasping for air as people appeared on the boat′s deck. First came a few Marleyan officials and soldiers leading an unknown girl with shackles on her hands, followed by Zeke Yeager. Close behind him came Reiner and Pieck. All of them headed your way, leaving most of you confused.

You, the Galliards, Bert′s, and Annie′s fathers. None of you saw the person you were expecting the most. Little Gabi ran to her cousin, who changed a lot since you saw him five years ago. He was much taller and looked more mature. Well... it has been five years, the once twelve years old Warrior was now seventeen.

„Where′s my brother?!“ yelled Porco at Reiner as soon, as he came closer with Gabi excitedly clutching his hand.

„Porco...“ Reiner said his name looking over at you almost immediately. „I can′t tell you how sorry I am. For everything. For... for Marcel.“

„No, please... no...“ you sobbed, leaning against Porco for support.

„He′s not coming back.“

The whole world was spinning wildly while your legs threatened to give out and let you collapse to the hard ground. „Reiner, tell me he is alive, please! He has to be... he has to be okay. It′s... it′s Marcel, he... he′s coming back to me, right? He has to, you know? We are supposed to get married and... he gave me this ring before... “

Porco carefully sat you down on the ground and pulled you closer, shielding you from reality. But even there, in the heat of his embrace, you could feel and hear your heart breaking. Reiner was saying something – to you and then to Marcel′s parents. But you couldn′t make out the words. All you heard was your own desperate cries, soon interrupted by Porco′s quiet sobbing.

„He′s coming back,“ you whispered with your whole body aching and shaking from crying and struggling to breathe. „He′s coming back and we′re getting married. We′re doing everything we used to talk about. Everything we...“

Porco pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head, pulling it closer to his chest. You suddenly needed each other more than ever before. Because it wasn′t just you, who lost the love of your life. It was also Porco, who lost his older brother – his best friend, his partner in crime, and his role model. He lost the person that inspired him in everything he was doing. The person he looked up to the most.

„I′m so sorry,“ you whimpered and gently stroked his chest. As you looked over his shoulder, you saw his devastated parents.

Just a few moments ago all four of you thought today would be one of the happiest days of your lives. You all waited for the same hazel-eyed boy with auburn hair and the kindest smile the world has ever seen. Now your hearts were shattered and your lives changed forever. But not for the better.

„He loved you more than anyone or anything. And I was glad that he chose a girl like you because you loved him just as unconditionally,“ whispered Porco after a while that seemed like a whole eternity. He gently grabbed your left hand and looked at the amethyst ring. „He wanted to come back to you and give you everything you deserve in this life.“

„He wanted to come back to both of us,“ you corrected him brushing your thumb across the shiny deep purple crystal.

„What are we gonna do now?“ he asked, wiping his tears onto the sleeve of his jacket.

You didn′t know what to say. Not when two Marleyan officials stopped at his parents and gave them a mysterious white envelope. They shortly expressed their condolences and moved on. As if it was nothing. Just another formality they did daily.

There was only one certainty.

Marcel wasn't coming back home.

Back to you.

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kaigarax · 6 months

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Take 42

Marcel Galliard x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love through an unexpected action."

Love, to Marcel Galliard, is a willingness to put your life on the line for someone else. It is an urge to throw oneself in the line of fire for another - to care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside. Falling in love, however, is a sacrifice.

To fall in love is to dedicate yourself to another person. It is giving someone else every opportunity to hurt you, yet every opportunity to fill your life with joy. Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more.

Still, what can be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

A light humming filled the room as Marcel scribbled down yet another of his signatures. The days in which he spent locked up in his room filling out paperwork was steadily increasing - the fact that he was on a ‘trial’ for Vice War Chief was most certainly the cause of that. It was nights like this that made the brunet wish that he hadn’t accepted the role and had let someone else take the reins. Then again, the next best person for the job was likely you.

It was easy to understand why the higher ups would choose someone like you to be the vice war chief. Then again, it’s hard for someone to not be biased when they love you - especially if they love you as much as Marcel.

The first time Marcel realised he loved you, he was only eight years old. To be honest, he wished he had realised his feelings for you sooner. He always blamed the fact that you had to inherit a Titan ability on himself. If he had been able to convince you to leave the program the first day he met you then perhaps the two of you wouldn’t have been consigned to a fate as set in stone as the fate of a Titan Shifter in the first place.

While the boy wasn’t very familiar with the idea of love at first sight, he knew for certain how it grew. For him, love was a slow and steady feeling inside of one’s chest that grew over time. It grows until it reaches a point in which you can no longer imagine living your life without that person in it.

You were that kind of person in Marcel’s life.

“Knock knock.” Someone called from his doorway. “If you stay here any longer, I’m going to lock up the facility with you still inside it.”

All of the dread that had been building up inside of Marcel quickly disappeared when he noticed it was you who was standing in the doorway. Despite your indifferent tone, the look in your eyes was playful and light. Marcel knew that as soon as he smiled at you, you would return it.

“You really came all the way out here just to tell me that?” A grin pulled at Marcel’s lips. “You really do care!” While you may have rolled your eyes at the male’s response, Marcel couldn’t help but notice how your lips curled into a smile of your own. He always thought your smiles made your features look softer - cuter, even.

You walked forward to Marcel’s side and leaned over his desk. “You’re still reviewing the conscription forms from the beginning of the week? The commander has been asking for these all day.”

“I know. It’s just, I’m having a hard time getting through them all by myself.” You gave the male a certain look - one that caused him to stutter. “I-I’m only halfway through my trial period. I’ll be an efficient paperwork machine by the time the end of the month rolls around!”

“Right…”

Marcel didn’t really like the way your gaze fell, but he quickly distracted himself by slamming his hands onto his desk. “Alrighty then, that's enough of that for today! Let’s go home.”

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“I bet you didn’t even know it started snowing a few hours ago.” You commented as you walked alongside the current Jaw Shifter. “I’m almost jealous of how much attention those pieces of paper are getting out of you.”

“I’m not.” Marcel laughed and you laughed with him. The air outside was cool against Marcel’s burning hot skin. He could only assume that you were experiencing a similar sensation. It had been a while since he’d gotten to enjoy cool air like this. Though, he did think that if he wasn’t a Titan Shifter his tune would change. “Are you cold?”

“Not really. Titan Shifters have an elevated body temperature so-”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.” You gazed at Marcel with a look of surprise that quickly turned into a slight pout. That kind of expression never ceased to make Marcel grin. “Don’t go anticipating my answers to your questions! I won’t have anything interesting left to say at this rate.”

“That’s okay. I love listening to you talk regardless.”

“Do you really?”

“Of course I do. Promise!”

You turned away from Marcel, giving the boy the opportunity to hold your hand with his own. He’d gotten familiar with the burning sensation - so much so that he actually liked it. Plus, acting like this always seemed to catch you off guard. No matter how many times he held your hand, you’d always blush and lean in towards him.

You suddenly turned and met Marcel’s gaze. The way you smiled at him always made his heart flutter.

“Do you remember how, back when we were still Warrior Candidates, you had the gull to throw a snowball at Porco?” The brunet wondered.

You nodded. “Yes, I remember it well - especially because you always like to bring it up whenever it starts to snow. You haven’t secretly been planning to take revenge on me all this time, have you?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’m just waiting for you to let your guard down.”

You laughed, and Marcel laughed with you. As young as the two of you may be, it was these kinds of moments that Marcel looked forward to the most.

Marcel has always known that being a Warrior meant putting aside your own personal desires for the sake of the greater good. Whether or not ‘the greater good’ aligned with someone’s own ideals didn’t matter. It was simply a matter of doing what you were told.

So it was only at times like this that the current Jaw Shifter could unapologetically be himself to the fullest, and he hoped that you felt safe enough to do the same in return.

“Don’t you think the stars look beautiful tonight?” The Jaw Shifter wondered.

You shrugged. “I prefer sunsets.”

“Always you and your sunsets.”

“Always you and your… everything really.”

Marcel shot you a mischievous grin. “My everything? Like what, specifically?”

“Do you really need me to answer that?” Marcel nodded to your question. While you may have rolled your eyes, your grip on Marcel’s hand tightened. “You love a lot of things. You love making footprints in freshly fallen snow. You love the first and last bites of your meals even if they’re one in the same. You love cuddling up beside me even if it’s in the middle of the summer. You love taking care of the people closest to you…”

“Don’t forget the most important one.” The Jaw Shifter teased as he nudged you slightly. When you didn’t respond, he gladly answered for you. “I love-”

“I’m taking over the position of Vice War Chief.”

Marcel’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, and yours followed suit soon after. “What do you mean? My trial period isn’t even over yet, so why would they…?”

“It wasn’t their decision, it was mine.”

“But why would you make a decision like that?”

“Would you prefer I tell you the truth, or tell you a white lie?”

“The truth, obviously.”

You nodded and took a deep breath as you took both of Marcel’s hands into your own. “We aren’t human anymore. In less than a decade from now, we’re both going to be gone. You can’t spend every one of your aching hours inside your office; especially since you have family members waiting for you at home. You barely ever had enough free time before becoming the Vice War Chief, so why sacrifice even more of your time?”

Marcel could feel a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “That kind of thing doesn’t matter to me. I still see my family a lot, so it’s not a big deal.��

You sighed and shook your head. “That’s not really the point I’m trying to make.”

“Then what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that you’ve always had a tendency to sacrifice yourself for others. Let me bite the bullet on this one. You once tried to save me from myself, so let me save you.”

“What if I say no?”

“That doesn’t matter.” You replied softly, letting your hands slip away from Marcel’s. “The higher ups have already approved me for the position. Not a trial, the actual position. So from this point on, spend more time with your loved ones - even if it’s only a little.”

“I love you, (Y/n).”

“I know. You always do. You’re always the person who loves me every time I wake up from my endless nightmare. You always chase after me even if I don’t want you to. You’re always around to kiss my frostbitten hands and always around to comfort me on lonely nights.”

From time to time, you would speak in a way that would make Marcel’s chest tighten. It wasn’t the fluttering someone could associate with love or infatuation, but a pang of sadness. It wasn’t the kind of sadness someone feels when someone they love passes away per say, but the sort of sadness where someone wishes they could do more.

It was times like this that you felt like a different person. It was such a stark contrast to the young girl who had entered the training program all those years ago. He wished he could do more for you, but you were no longer a naive little girl who needed protecting.

No, it was cruel of him to ever have believed that you needed to be protected.

Marcel had always believed that his position as a Warrior meant protecting everyone he loved. He’s always believed that in order to prove his love, he needed to sacrifice himself. After all, what could be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

Sacrifice - a kind of love that burns.

Without much warning, Marcel wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. His skin burned against yours.

“Is there anything I can say to talk you out of it?” Pleaded Marcel. “You don’t have to go through with it. You don’t have to-”

“We both know that isn’t possible.” You sighed, gently directing Marcel’s gaze towards you. As the boy met your gaze, he was surprised when he was met with softness rather than a stern expression. It was… something that was equally as familiar as it was unfamiliar. “You aren’t the only one willing to sacrifice part of themself for others. All of us are. It’s why we became Warriors in the first place.”

“I know…”

“Besides, your handwriting is too messy to be filling out paperwork all day.”

“I know.”

“Not to mention one last thing…” You whispered, pushing loose strands of Marcel’s hair out of his face. You leaned in toward the boy and rested your forehead against his. “Close your eyes.”

Marcel Galliard was approximately fifteen years old when he fell in love with you. Not with the ‘you’ who he thought he needed to sacrifice himself for, but the ‘you’ who he wanted to dedicate himself to. A version of you who was much like himself, and who was willing to give up a part of themself if only to get hurt later on.

Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more. To care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside is no small feat, and Marcel was willing to do just that. It wasn’t a matter of when he fell in love or why he fell in love, it was as simple as a moment.

Right now, no matter how brief this moment, she was his.

Fall in love though an unexpected action.

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chackyxyooj · 1 year

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To You, Who Loved Me First

Marcel,

Tonight is a particularly cold night. The long nights of winter have comfortably settled in, leaving everything more barren and bleak than before. Back when I was a child, I hated the cold. It would always hit me abruptly and linger uncomfortably. No matter how beautiful cold nights may be, going out in the cold had always put me in a bad mood. Perhaps it was just a senseless opinion of someone so young, or perhaps the cold reminded me of things I didn’t wish to think about.

Now that I’ve inherited the power of the Crystal Titan, my body doesn’t respond to cold like it used to. I’m not sure if you ever got to experience a cold night with a Titan Shifter body, but the cold is now a pleasant sensation rather than an uncomfortable one. And now it seems that cold nights are only second to one.

I never really cared to gaze out into the night sky as a child. Even now I prefer the dazzling colours of sunset. I love tracing the sunkissed clouds as the sun dips below the horizon. The warm spectrum of light never ceases to amaze me.

However, tonight the sky is clear of clouds. Stars are dusted across its dark canvas, leaving me alone to marvel at its beauty. At a time like this, I’m sure you would say something witty to make me smile before handing me your jacket. You had been someone who prioritised others over yourself. I used to wonder why you cared for me more than you seemed to care for yourself, but now I do the very same thing.

You never got to meet them, but the next line of Warrior Candidates remind me of our generation. I’m not able to fully understand what our predecessors thought of us, but I know for certain that I love those kids. How could I ever wish upon them what happened to us?

More than anything, I want those kids to live a normal life. I want them to be able to attend school, not defend their country from the front lines of a battlefield. It isn’t right. It never has been. I was too naive as a child to understand that, but you? You understood the value of living a long life better than I did. You understood that value and still gave your life to our power hungry country known as Marley.

Sometimes I think back to the day we were chosen as Warrior Candidates. The evening before we were chosen, you asked me whether I was certain with my decision or not.

You, a boy who desperately wanted for the people he loved to have lives longer than his own, wanted me to give away the single thing I had worked so hard to achieve. Meanwhile I, a girl who had given up anything and everything to attain her father’s love, had fumbled the love you had for me.

It was cruel of you, really.

Despite everything you felt and knew, you still questioned my resolve. You questioned me while still wishing for your own brother to surpass the length of both of our lives.

In the end, you chose the life of your brother over the lives of your comrades. It wasn’t your fault you had grown attached to any of the others, and I could never blame you for making your decisions in the ways you had. I could never even blame you for saving Porco over me.

No matter how awful this may seem, I would choose to save Emanon over Colt. Despite loving all of them, I would still choose Emanon over every other Warrior Candidate.

How cruel of me.

Perhaps it isn’t just you or me who is cruel, but the world itself.

We were children thrown into the very fray of it all. We didn’t have time to develop proper morals or learn how to understand the emotions of others. We lived and expressed ourselves without a care of who we hurt. But I suppose that’s what it means to be young. It’s the only time in our lives where we can so carelessly disregard the feelings of others.

When everything is said and done, I must digress. For just as the sunset is followed by a night of stars, each of my actions will lead to a cascade of consequences.

I will let myself love, even if it must end in heartbreak.

The stars in the sky are lovely tonight. They shine a colour that isn’t quite blue, but isn’t grey either. It’s a beautiful balance that results in silver. They’re delicate - like dewdrops on a spider’s web and aglow like soft embers from a flame.

For hours, I laid in bed more awake than usual. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness. It wasn’t because I was alone that I was lonely though. No… in my moment of vulnerability, what I craved wasn’t to be something other than alone, it was to have you here with me. I was lonely because I missed you.

I could easily fill the spot in my bed with someone else, but when I acknowledge that it only makes me want to be alone even more. When I realise I’m alone though, my heart begs for someone else to lay beside me. Thus, I lay trapped in a prison of my own making.

I miss you, Marcel. Some nights I miss you more than others, and tonight is one of those nights. I know I must sound pathetic, but you were always the person who loved me every time I woke up from my endless nightmare. We may have been nothing more than children, but the love you expressed was nothing short of brilliant.

You would always chase after me even if I didn’t want you to. You were always there to kiss my frostbitten hands and you were always there to comfort me on lonely nights.

Over and over again you were there for me, and now you’re no longer here at all.

I know I can manage without you, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I know I need to move on, but how can I possibly move on knowing how much you loved me? You loved me so much that it killed you.

No matter how many times I wish you didn’t have to die, it all goes to remind me how much you loved me. It reminds me of how I really, truly, loved you too.

Yours, sincerely, (Y/n) (L/n)

#marcel #marcel galliard #reader #marcel x reader #marcel galliard x reader #love letter #reminiscing #angst probably #cannon death but you probably knew that already

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420ruffy · 1 year

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them with a clingy s/o ,, mikasa jean connie sasha reiner annie pieck porco marcel levi hanji erwin

mikasa

she doesn’t mind at all

in fact, she finds it endearing

when you’re holding onto her she’ll always watch you with a soft content smile

jean

he loves it because it’s reassuring for him and makes him feel really loved

he would literally never deny you touching him. more like the opposite, he invites you to and just grins at you

he’s also very touchy around other people to let them know you’re his bc he’s kinda insecure. he wants to hold your hand and he often fiddles with your fingers. sometimes he’d snake his fingers into the waistband of your pants

connie

he personally doesn’t need that much physical contact but he lets you do whatever you want to him, he really doesn’t care. he just wants you to be happy

he’ll tease you about it though and laugh when you get pouty. he’ll apologize if you get too quiet or embarrassed or hurt though

but he likes it because the thought of you not getting enough of him is ego boosting and just makes him feel good

sasha

she loves physical touch so she lets you touch her whenever you want

you make her hair every morning. just her sitting on the bed all groggy and grumpy and you massaging her head a little and running your fingers through her hair to lighten up her mood until you finally tie it up into her usual ponytail

she’s always one of the last ppl still eating so when you’re done (which is a lot sooner) you cling to her and wrap your arms around her while she’s still eating.

you could be climbing up on her like she’s a tree and she wouldn’t care . so you do sometimes which always ends up with both of you on the ground

you like nuzzling into her chest and she knows it so it doesn’t matter if she’s talking to someone or there’s ppl around, she’ll let you do it if you want to. she’ll stroke your head or back while you’re doing it or just wrap her arms around you

annie

if it’s around other people or in public: she doesn’t mind you constantly having your arms wrapped around her waist or shoulders but don’t expect her to hug you back. she’d more like let it happen and just stand there while you’re doing your thing

she doesn’t wanna kiss or make out in public or when there’s other ppl near

sometimes when somebody else is flirting with her you forget about how much she hates pda and just grab her face and push your tongue into her mouth bc you’re so riled up. she let’s you do it though bc she knows you didn’t mean any harm. also bc she kinda finds it hot.. you’ll never hear her admit it though. it fact, she’ll act annoyed and roll her eyes when you’re done showing the person she’s yours

if you’re alone somewhere she’ll reciprocate your hug and hold onto you tightly while burying her head into your neck

she also initiates make out sessions more than you when you’re alone because she’s actually kinda needy herself

reiner

he’s super clingy himself so whenever you are it’s just reassurance to him

you’re basically hugging 24/7 and neither of you wants to let go. like at all.

you follow each other around like puppies

he feels so loved and content when you initiate hugs

you’re constantly touching and have your hands on each other wether it’s holding hands or letting him fiddle with your fingers or you hooking your fingers through the loops on his pants etc.

he loves it when he’s doing something and you’re, for once, not together but you somehow find him and hug him from the side. he’ll take one of his arms and put it around either your waist or your shoulder and bring his other hand up to cup your face and stroke your cheek

scenario: it’s just a normal day for you warriors with not much to do so you’re all just hanging out when you make your way over to reiner who was sitting on the couch with pieck and sit in his lap facing him with your arms around his neck and him slouching his left arm around your lower back while the other is caressing your back. “right, i’m out.” porco gets up. nothing more disturbing to him than the two of you. “have fun!” pieck sighs tiredly. zeke would just walk out without saying anything. you and reiner chuckle and hug each other tighter. reiner would bring his hands up to your face and press light kisses all over it which would eventually lead to you making out. and then just hugging again. and making out again. and hugging. you could spend hours doing nothing but kiss and hug. 2 hours would go by but none of you would want to get up. then the other warriors would march through the door talking and laughing about something thinking you and reiner would be long gone but to their surprise- “there is no way you’re still sitting here like that..” porco would look at you disgusted. “why, how long has it been?” you ask genuinely curious.

porco

he won’t let you touch him in public especially not around the other warriors or people in the military in higher positions because he thinks it makes him look weak and unprofessional

he’d always regret it immediately after though because he knows that it makes you feel neglected and annoying, but he can’t risk letting his ‘cool guy’ and ‘good warrior’ act fall.

at night when you’re alone though he won’t let go of you and tell you that he’s sorry for being such a stupid asshole sometimes

as soon as you’re alone in either yours or his room he’ll press you against the door and hug you tightly “i’m so sorry. i’m such an ass i’m sorry.” he’d mumble with tears welling up in his eyes. you had already forgotten what this was about because you know him and you know how he gets but when he pleads for you to hug him back you remember.

marcel

i hc him being possessive

so he loves it when you’re touching and hugging him, especially in public. to him it’s just showing other people that you’re his.

he especially likes it when you’re doing it in front of other guys

if you do it around the warriors he’ll just smirk and let you climb in his lap or whatever it is you wanna do

if it’s around instructors he’ll just look at them with a “sorry, they just can’t help it” look. or he’ll just kinda ignore you and act like nothings happening so the instructor will adapt to his state. he’d just stroke your arm or head while your hugging him but he won’t shift his focus away from the conversation he’s having with one of the ppl in power

he acts like he’s not touchy himself bc he knows how needy you are when in reality he’s thriving every time you initiate physical touch

he likes making out in front of other ppl and showing them that you’re his. he won’t do it for long bc he knows you get embarrassed and annoyed but he’ll shove his tongue into your mouth and make out with you for a few seconds just to annoy the ppl around him

pieck

loves it bc it’s just really comfortable and adds warmth

she especially loves it when you’re laying on top of her

you’ll often just pick her up and bury your face in her neck

you also love resting your head on her ass when she’s laying on her stomach

levi

would act annoyed when you do it in public or in front of others but he wouldn’t make you stop or send you away

he’d just stand there helpless letting you do whatever you want to him while he has his usual grumpy look on his face

in private though he is the one initiating physical touch the most because in reality he wants it even more than you. he needs it. he’s just become exceptionally well at suppressing his needs.

he’s the embodiment of a cat. grumpy in front of others but clingy when you’re alone

hange

i hc hanji using they/he pronouns so:

would not mind at all bc he’s clingy himself

blushed the first time you suddenly hugged them bc usually they’re the one doing it

made him so happy fr

he literally loves it so much, it’s so reassuring to them bc he feels like he’s annoying by being so touchy but whenever you’re clingy it just makes them happy and feels like a relief kinda

erwin ** idk i got carried away

he takes his position as commander very serious but when you’re feeling needy while he’s talking to someone, he’ll still let you hug him from the side or from behind but he wouldn’t pay much attention to you. just putting his arm around you while keeping the conversation he was having going or a gentle squeeze of your arm

in private he lets you do whatever you need to do

he’ll let you sit on his lap while he’s doing paperwork or hump his thigh if you need to. “good, baby, keep rubbing yourself on me” “you’re doing so good” “i know you’re close, come for me, sweetie” he’d coo softly while rubbing your back. it’s hard for him to let you finish because all he’d think about when you’re rubbing yourself on his thigh is his cock inside your warm pussy. he’ll have to hold back groans and the uncomfortable feeling of his pants getting tight around his crotch isn’t any less distracting. nine out of ten times he takes you on the sofa after you’re done and panting into his neck

he’s not too clingy himself. but he gets needy and whiny too. he just knows when the right time for those things is and he has no problem waiting until you’re alone.

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tender-hearteddd · 1 year

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I headcanon bert and pieck as middle eastern (bertholdt being Levantine Arab and pieck being Persian) sorry not sorry suck it white bertholdt and pieck 🙁🙁

#attack on titan #bertholdt hoover #pieck finger #bertholdt can speak fluent Arabic btw #we speak Arabic to each other 😌#they’re literally siblings #or maybe cousins #or maybe childhood friends idk #but they’re not white #oh and eren is turkish #attack on titan warriors #aot warriors #reiner braun #annie leonhart #porco galliard #marcel galliard #aot #bertholdt x reader

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crisalidaseason · 1 year

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Can you imagine a modern AU situation where Reiner and Marcel are boyfriends but they have to hide it because gremlin Porco hates Reiner's guts? And then one day you get a call from him crying like:

"My brother and my sworn enemy now exchange saliva, please kill me"

I just know Porco is the annoying little brother, I love this angry short king so much

#porco galliard #my beloved #porco x reader #reiner braun #reiner aot #marcel galliard #marcel aot #porco aot

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Okay so you officially converted me to a Porco lovergirl so thanks for that, I already went through like 95% of the Porco content and now we need to make more hahah. I saw your mafia AU post and would submit for your consideration:

And you are someone who takes care of Porco when he gets roughed up (poor guy can’t catch a break w the family? Or maybe he’s in an underground boxing ring for more cash?). But you doesn’t know what Porco does or that he’s involved in the mafia! You just knows that he’s kind of an ass lmao.

But maybe Porco bites off more than he can chew and he’s pissed off some important people. And he visits you (idk you work at a bookstore or a cafe or flower shop, something SO CLICHE but I love it) and when he gets there you’re talking to someone and

it’s Reiner

And his blood runs cold, or maybe his heart stops beating all together. And you’re just like “oh! Hey Porco! I’m just helping him find a book I’ll be right with you!”

And he’s frozen. Would the family really send Reiner to kill you, just to get back at him? Or is this a coincidence? A warning? And he realizes that he needs to do everything in his power to protect you at all costs

Aaaah this inspired me so much I had to write despite my terrible English I hope I did an alright job thanks @scumbagjaeger so much for this great idea <3 but I kindaaaa bended it when writing :D I hope you like it <3 Also Reiner kindaaaa stole the show :D

I listened LP-other people for 79678659 times when writing so it went kindaaa angsty :D

Characters:(Reader,Porco,Reiner,Marcel,Pieck)!Mafia au

Word count:1.2k

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As the suffocating air of dust and smoke filled your lungs you bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass,remembrance of the loud night in the now empty pub.You never knew why this place drowned you this much,especially today,so you picked up your pace to go home early.

But when you heard the squeaky sound of door opening you understood this wasn't happening.You yelled without lifting your head ''We are closing''to an unwanted customer but you heard the drunken steps making their way in anyways.

''Even for me?''

You instantly lifted your head up when you heard the familiar voice of Porco,a loyal customer of this old pub.

But when you looked up he looked nothing like the one you know.His clothings were disheveled and torn like he was attacked by a pack of wolves.Droplets of blood from his nose were making their way down to his chin,to his white shirt.Only familiar thing was his usual smirk as he held his arms open.

You sighed and got up hastily to pick him up.Considering he couldn't walk straight it was already a miracle that he managed to drag himself here.''Tough night?''you asked while you pulled him to an empty chair.''As usual''he hissed when he laid his head back.You knew his reckless apetite for fight nights ,he came to your place countless of times to get patched afterwards but he was never this beaten up before.

You wetted a clean towel and grabbed a bottle before you made your way back to almost dead man.You began to clean the blood dripping down his chin and neck in silence as he tried to light up a cigarette with his shaking hands.You snatched the cigarette and the lighter from his hands harsly.

You hated how he came here so often like a torn stray cat and none of you actually talked about it.You lighted the cigarette for yourself and took a deep breath.''Who did that to you?''you broke the silence while you kept cleaning the shreded skin on his cheekbone.

''Nobody in particular''

''Really?''

''Does that matter?''

''Does it?''you had a very solid guess.

''Not anymore''he mumbled and closed his eyes.

''They figured it out huh?''you asked casually but you were terrified of the answer.You were one of the two people that knew he was stealing from his 'family' for a while now but you doubted if it was always going to be that way.

''Wha- No! of course not.''he jolted awake as he understood what you meant.Even the possibility seemed to terrify him.

You sighed in relief and held his head to lay it back to the chair.''İf they did they wouldn't let me inhale an another breath anyways.''he smiled bitterly.

You couldn't stand seeing him like this let alone him casually talking about his death?This was your last sanity.''Then who else Porco? Who else have you allowed to beat you up like this?!''you yelled with your trembling voice while you waved the bloody towel to his face.

He opened his mouth to speak up but closed it back again so you gave up and kept cleaning the remaining blood on his eyebrow silently but you were stopped after a while when he suddenly gripped your wrists harsly.You expectantly looked back at his squinted hazel eyes.

''Marcel''he managed to drag out in between his gritted teeth.

Your eyes grew big with shock.Marcel?Of all people?His brother that sabotaged both Porco and the 'family' so his little brother won't be a soldier?

A dagger sank into your heart with realisation.You were hearing rumors about both Porco and Marcel crushing on the same escort,Pieck.You never had the courage to ask if it was true or not but now the crystal clear truth was right before your eyes.

''I'll kill him until dawn''

You snapped back to Porco instantly.His once dreamy hazel eyes were filled with grudge and rage now.

''He'll know I was always better than him.Everybody will know''he gulped a sob that was about to escape from his lips but his tears were already rolling from his cheeks.

You looked at him dumbfoundedly as he kept repeating 'I'll kill him' like he was trying to convince himself to do it,all while he unconsciously kept gripping your wrists hard enough to hurt.But you were too gone to feel anything as your heart sunk with jealousy when you thought of the reason that made everything so miserable.

Afterall Porco really was a stray cat.When things were alright he went to whoever he loved the most but when he was hurt he always came back to you,who loved him the most.Realisation of your love was never going to be returned began to burn your eyes.

Your thoughts were silenced by a thundering noise while you felt something passing by your ear.Before you understood what's going on you were knocked onto ground by Porco.

You acknowledged the gunshots and unpredictable bullets as they kept coming.You heard Porco's panicked curses among the sound of bullets tearing down the bar behind you two.Glass pieces were raining down onto Porco's back as the bottles got smashed into crumbs.

When the firing stopped you barely heard Porco saying''Are you alright?!''but when he realised you were too shaken to answer he roamed his hands around your upper body to make sure you were not wounded.Finally you gave him a shaky ''Y-yeah''but you were anything but alright.His eyes snapped back to where bullets were coming from.

Following his direction you saw a tall blonde man dressed up in black.He had two silvery pistols.He took his black goggles off when he made his way down the stairs and you saw his cold amber eyes shining.

''Looks like I've missed''he said casually as he looked you two up and down.

You looked back to see some bullets stuck into the wall behind and broken bottles of whatever.The entire place looked like someone blasted a hand generade inside.He shot anything but you two.

''Braun?! What the fuck were you doing?!''You fully came back to your senses when you heard Porco's scream.

''Business,as usual''

''By killing us!?''

''Exactly''

With his last word your blood ran cold, you figured out this is what they have done to other strays.

''They know Porco''blond man kept talking since Porco was frozen on the spot.''They sent me here to kill you''

''How?''you heard the tremble in Porco's voice as he waited for the expected answer.

''Marcel told them''

You saw Porco's bitter smile right before he closed his eyes.As if he wasn't the same guy from five minutes ago that kept talking about killing his own brother.Marcel actually making a move to kill him seemed to shock him as much as it did to you.

''What happened to your no women no kids policy?''he asked casually like he has embraced his incoming death.

''No women if not specified''blonde man corrected him sharply.

''What do you mean asshole?Why would they want her dead too?!''Porco opened his eyes in anger and looked back at you.

''Well,actually it was only her when I came here.Since they thought you would be out of city already.''

''What makes them think so?''

''Me''he said firmly as he glanced at Porco, you could see his amber eyes shining with a feral warning. ''And you did,with her.You passed the city border at midnight and nobody saw you ever since.''you saw him smashing one of his guns onto his chest.Porco's eyes grew big before he nodded and took the silvery pistol like a scolded kid.İt was a silent agreement inbetween him and his reaper.

He hastily walked back to you to get you up and held your arm as he dragged you to the backdoor.

''Let's get out of here''you heard him mumbling when he opened the door for you two stray cats now.

For mentioned mafia au (All aot characters)

#attack on titan #reiner braun #porco galliard #marcel galliard #porco x reader #reiner x reader #reiner brainrot #pieck finger #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #porco snk #porco aot #porco x reiner #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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Marcel holding his nephew for the first time like "wow this little guy is so calm and quiet. He doesn't take after his dad at all, Porco was like one of those screaming Harry Potter plant babies"

UNCLE MARCEL!!!!!!!

(I know I scream at every single hc ppl send but like!!!!!!!!)

The best part of Porco having a baby is all the new roasting material that will no doubt come from the situation.

This is tossing me back to a previous hc thought I conceived along the Porco secretly loving Disney movies train, with the Lion King as his favorite. But like what if he's hyped up the moment of introducing his favorite animated feature to his kiddo, like cushion pillow fort, baby popcorn the whole nine and kiddo just falls asleep before the wildebeest scene ™️?

Pock is all crestfallen and wants to wake them up so they can witness "THE MOST CLIMACTIC MOMENT AND BETRAYAL IN CINEMA 😟😟😟"

and you're just like, "🤨 Pock let them sleep."

and he's all pouty the rest of the movie.

But like some weeks later while making breakfast or dinner or somethin, Pock has his music on shuffle and "I just can't wait to be king" comes on and baby is in their highchair and starts gurglin all happy to the bouncy music and boppin their chubby lil fists to the rhythm and Porco had subconsciously already been humming with the song but when he hears baby perking up at it he turns around with wide eyes and starts singing along outright which delights kiddo to no end!

And luckily you're there to witness the beautiful moment and can take over making sure food doesn't burn as Pock scoops up y'all's precious lil darling and dancin around the kitchen while singing the song. 🥰

Also, surprise beneath the cut 😏

#this is so self indulgent #thank you nonnie for the inspiration #porco x reader #nat talks aot #aot meta #aot #porco galliard #porco headcanons #nonnie #answered asks #marcel galliard #marcel headcanons #uncle marcel

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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years

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can I request something where fem reader is a warrior candidate growing up with Reiner and Porco and they have a little rivalry over her? surprise over who ends up with her :D I love your writing so much

listen bestie..... i'm sorry this took a few days, but i've had an idea like this brewing for a bit and your request rlly gave me the push to do something w it 😭

tags: canonverse, angsty, canon character death, jealous porco, possessive porco?

wc: 4k

The days felt impossibly long since training began for the program. So much exercise, which never really tickled the girls fancy, and so much classwork. Even from the first few days of gathering together, [Y/N] could tell every kid had something special to bring to the table.

But what did she have?

She wasn't exceptionally smart or strategic, though she made do well enough. Speed, strength, and dexterity were also skills that could use a little work. Envy began to bubble under the surface once she watched the other kids excel at one thing or another. Oh, how it stung to be labeled average.

What could she do?

The sounds of birds chirping cut through misty morning air as the young girl walked, contemplating her decision to join the warrior program. If she failed, if she couldn't stand out, what then? What would happen to her, or her family? Distaste soured over her tongue, screwing her face into a deep frown.

"Hey!" a distant but familiar voice rang out.

[Y/N] glanced over her shoulder. Tightening her arms around herself, she eyed the two dots in the distance, blinking curiously as one dragged the other along like a reluctant rag doll.

"Let go," the blonde boy hissed, trying and failing to claw his brother's hand from his wrist. Ignoring him with ease, the brunette huffed a little under his breath and smiled once they drew closer.

"You-- you're in the program, right? I'm--"

[Y/N] knew their names. She knew the Galliard brothers, though they'd never spoken before. One tended to be rather collected, while the other was a little brash in his youth. You learn a lot of things when you blend into the background and get the chance to observe.

"--Marcel, and my brother's--"

"Porco." [Y/N] said plainly, switching her gaze between the two. Said blonde boy grumbled and averted his gaze. Marcel smiled, seeming to be more diplomatic than his sibling.

"We didn't know your house was by ours. We should walk together." the brunette said, his voice as even as his expression. [Y/N] shrugged noncommittally and turned on her heel, seeming to lead the boys forward on her previous path, "that's fine." she hummed.

After a moment, Marcel stood in the middle, with his companions waltzing on either side of him. "What's your name, by the way?" he asked.

"[Y/N]," the girl replied quietly. Porco huffed something under his breath and earned an elbow to the side for whatever he mumbled. [Y/N] slid her gaze over to the blonde, but said nothing, choosing to listen to Marcel fill the silence with friendly stories and questions as they walked.

It became a routine of sorts to walk with the brothers. Marcel was easy to get along with -- much more docile than his younger brother, who quickly took to teasing the girl and causing a general ruckus.

[Y/N] didn't mind too much when Porco's fire was laid on her. Boys are kind of stupid anyways, she reasoned to herself, besides, it's funny to say something back and watch him get all bent out of shape.

The worst of it, however, wasn't directed at [Y/N], but another blonde boy she'd sometimes sit with during lunch or class time. Reiner Braun. Another warrior candidate deemed... painfully average, although she'd never mention it to the boy.

Reiner had big dreams. Become a Warrior, become a hero, reunite his family, earn his fathers respect. All very admirable aspirations, especially for someone in nearly the same plain boat as she was. He was hard on himself at times, sharing sentiments that she privately felt about herself, but deflected away with kindness when it came to the boy.

Thoughts of Reiner and his outward determination swirled around [Y/N]s head as she idly watched him a few tables away. He sat with Bertholdt, another calm boy, and doodled away on a paper with his arm acting as a shield for prying eyes.

After his third verbal poke went unacknowledged (not even a frown!), Porco followed [Y/N]s line of sight, scowling at the destination. Braun... truly an annoying thorn in the blonde Galliard's side. What was so interesting about Reiner, anyway? Porco was faster, stronger, just... better. Truthfully, the way the pale blonde had seemed to steal [Y/N]s attention away bothered Porco more than he'd ever admit out loud. She was their friend. His friend.

... before he could really think about strategy, the blonde Galliard brother was on his feet and stomping his way across the room.

"Here we go." Marcel groaned, clearly unamused.

Olive colored eyes caught Porco first. Bertholdt, hands and mouth busied with a small sandwich, blinked in surprise as the bitter boy marched closer. The only warning he could muster was a light kick to Reiner's shin.

"Ow! What was--" Reiner paused, his gaze flicking up to Porco, poised at the edge of the table with a scowl. Reiner covered his paper with both hands, slightly nervous from the fiery stare settled over his form. The action served as an invitation for quick hands.

"What's this?" Porco asked loudly, gripping the paper and crumpling it a bit as he snatched it. Reiner dashed his hand out but fell a little short as it was held above his head.

"That's not cool..." Bertholdt said quietly, brows furrowed.

"Pfft. Neither of you are cool. And neither is... ha!" he barked out in laughter with wide eyes scanning the page. Even though the wrinkles, the graphite image of a familiar girl was clear enough to settle a sour feeling in Porco's chest.

Reiner grew frantic. He jumped up from his seat, swinging and grasping for the drawing that Porco waved above their heads. Hot blood rushed to Reiner's face, shooting a glance at his muse before huffing at the menace before him. "Give it back!" he demanded, channeling all his strength into his voice. Still, Porco just chortled, shoving the other boy back by the chest and examining his work.

"So what, you're creeping on [Y/N] now? Drawing little pictures to keep you company? What a freak."

"What? No! Just... give it back!" Reiner leapt forward with gusto. He managed to snag the page and literally rip it from Porco's grasp, tearing through the drawing and subsequently beheading the image of [Y/N] etched over it. Reiner looked down at his portion with a frown.

"What's your problem, Pock?"

Three sets of eyes turned to the angry voice, much harsher than they'd heard it before. [Y/N] stood with a deep frown, brows furrowed and shoulders tense.

Bertholdt quickly gathered himself and scurried away. He'd never been one for confrontation.

Reiner's ears burned as he hastily pocketed the remainder of his paper. Porco huffed, rolling his eyes at the nickname, and jabbed his thumb in Reiner's direction. "He's the one with the problem."

[Y/N] glanced between her two friends. "Reiner was just minding his business. You didn't have to come over and be so rude." she said sternly. Her hands settled on Porco's chest and pushed him with relative force, urging him away from Reiner's table. Amber eyes watched the two closely. These kinds of outbursts weren't uncommon for the Galliard boy, but her fiery reaction was something new.

Porco scoffed and scowled, shoving her back. "What, do you like him or something?"

Reiner wanted to sink through the floor. Clearly he wasn't the most popular candidate, but this would certainly seal his loser status if nothing else had already.

"So what if I did? What's wrong with that?" [Y/N] spat back, taking both the blondes by surprise.

Porco felt his chest tighten, along with the fists at his sides. A slight flush pooled over his cheeks. He'd never hated someone more than in that moment. With his hazel eyes flicking furiously between the two other kids, he muttered a low growl and threw the crumpled bit of paper square at Reiner's forehead. The quieter boy simply flinched and looked down at the ball, unsure of how to feel at the moment.

[Y/N] huffed and pushed her weight into her friend, knocking both of them to the wooden floor. Reiner's eyes widened to saucers as he watched the scramble. Arms and legs threw themselves around as the two fought for dominance at his feet.

"Get off me!"

"Apologize!"

"Let go!"

"You let go!"

Reiner froze in place. They wouldn't seriously hurt each other, right? He flicked his amber gaze upward just in time to see Marcel hop out of his seat.

Porco flipped the tussle over so he straddled [Y/N]s smaller form. His tomato-tinted face sneered down at her, a tiny bit of red beginning to dribble down from his nose. "Well you losers deserve each other!" he spat. Just as [Y/N] reared a fist back, Porco's collar was snatched back, removing his weight from her hips.

Marcel stared down at his brother with distaste and surprise. The blonde squirmed in his grasp like a rowdy puppy.

"[Y/N], I'm so sorry, I didn't think--"

" 's not your fault your brother's such... such an asshole!"

She wiped her mouth and turned to her side, away from the brothers. Marcel curled his mouth down and swallowed, ignoring Porco's thrashing. He glanced at Reiner who bent down to help the girl to her feet.

"I'm... still, we're sorry," the brunette muttered again before dragging the spitfire blonde away.

Reiner blinked incredulously at the girl. The shadow of a handprint laid over her cheek and her [h/c] mop resembled a birds nest. So many emotions squeezed away at his young chest; embarrassment, guilt, confusion. How could he just let that happen right in front of him? How cowardly.

"Are you okay?" they both asked simultaneously.

Reiner furrowed his brows. "I'm fine, what about you? He hit you." he said, attempting to hide how mortified he was. He cautiously smoothed her hair down against her head.

[Y/N] scoffed with a tiny grin. "Porco can't hurt me. His bark is worse than his bite." The way her eyes crinkled with humor sent Reiner's heart thudding even harder than before. She glanced down and scooped the crumbled ball into her hands. "I'm really sorry about your drawing. Maybe you can salvage it?" She leaned over the table and began to smooth it out.

Panic seeped into the blonde's veins again.

"Uh, it's fine, really." he quipped, itchy fingers caught between snatching it from her and fiddling at his sides. Nervous amber eyes flicked between his friend's face and the one he had drawn, revealing itself beneath her hands.

Kind eyes and a sweet smile, exactly how he saw her in real life. A flower pinned her hair behind her ear.

"Wow... this is really good! Can I see the rest?"

Losers. If [Y/N] really did like Braun, well, maybe she was sick in the head. He just sat there like a bump on the log while she defended him -- Porco would never let that fly, if it were him. Let some guy rough her up like that?

... okay, just because he was the one who roughed her up this time, doesn't mean anything. They've pushed each other around before, so it didn't mean anything. He was the only one allowed to do that. She's his friend.

And that drawing didn't look that good anyway... it wasn't as pretty as the real [Y/N].

"You're a real idiot sometimes Porco."

"[Y/N] started it."

The brothers walked alone, the setting sun kissing their skin. A quiet hum settled between them. Marcel tossed a blank face at his sibling.

"So if someone was picking on [Y/N], you wouldn't do anything?" the brunette asked. He watched a flush fall over Porco's cheeks and nose, barely discernible in the golden light.

"Well yeah I would. But--"

"And you were picking on Reiner. So."

"Shut up, Marcel. You don't get it."

Twisting away, Porco pretended to watch the buildings pass by them. Truthfully the situation had laid a nasty feeling over the boy. What started as a little fun ended with a bloody nose and bruised ego. [Y/N]s absence on their walk home only solidified his mistake.

Marcel rolled his eyes, allowing a small smirk to grace his cheeks. "Why do you hate him so much anyways?"

Oh, Braun. The weak, bumbling mess of a candidate. Porco grumbled as the other blonde consumed his thoughts. Weeks of watching Reiner barely scrape by in training irked him. He simply didn't belong with the rest of them.

What bothered him even more was how that worm was able to make [Y/N] smile the way he did. How Porco's heart would stop when she'd wave the brothers away and sit with Braun and Hoover instead, musing about how she walks with them every day anyway, so she'd catch them later.

It simply wasn't fair. Porco didn't want to share.

"I just do." the blonde replied through gritted teeth, refusing to look at Marcel again for the rest of the journey home.

A bruise lingered under [Y/N]s eye the following week. It wasn't huge or dark, serving only as a quiet reminder of their scuffle, which neither of the two acknowledged. Marcel found himself staring at it during sparring practice.

As usual, [Y/N] shied away from the attacks, choosing to let her opponent tire themselves out before stepping closer. Marcel circled her lamely, fists up and ready but kept close to his body. He blinked at her.

"Do you really like Reiner?" he asked suddenly.

The girl raised her brows. "He's my friend," she began slowly, almost carefully, "he's really nice. I hate how people are mean to him."

The brunette lunged forward, but missed her sly form. He righted himself before speaking again.

"Yeah, but do you like him? Like you told Porco?"

[Y/N] clicked her tongue.

"I mean... no... I don't know. Porco's attitude just made me mad."

Marcel felt himself agreeing. Picking up his brothers messes grew tiresome. But, for once, he knew why this one crashed as disastrously as it did.

"Are you still mad at him?"

This time, the girl swept a foot out to meet the back of Marcel's knee, catching him by surprise. He buckled for a moment but remained quick on his feet. [Y/N] dropped her hands to her sides. She sighed.

"Kind of... not really. That's just how he is, I suppose. I just wish I could be friends with both of them without causing problems."

Relaxing his stance, Marcel let his shoulders drop, mirroring the girl. A knowing smile fell over his face.

"Give it time, [Y/N]. I'm sure he'll figure things out sooner or later."

The girl chewed on these words for the rest of the day, unsure of what he really meant by them.

It's alarming how much can change in a few years. Though, if anyone were to ask the 'lucky' few Warriors who managed to return home, too much had changed, and far too rapidly.

They left as children. Wide-eyed, eager children with so much to prove, and so much to learn. Experience is the most dutiful and ruthless teacher. Those children returned battle-torn and damaged. Perpetual exhaustion and death hung from their faces, something missing from their once bright and curious eyes. All this, and it wasn't even close to ending.

After inheriting the Jaw Titan, Porco was able to keep a piece of his brother with him after everything. Sometimes the memories came in fleeting voices, tickling just outside the realm of his consciousness -- and sometimes, they were harsh visions, slapping him in the face in the most inconvenient moments.

Still, he found himself venturing into the past through Marcel's eyes, if not to hear his voice again, then to see her face again. Even just for a moment. All three of them, together, and it was real... real enough. Real as it'll ever be again.

Porco watched Marcel watch him. Porco watched the way he tended to shove her and yank her hair and call her names. All with a flush decorating his round, youthful cheeks. Porco listened to his brother's voice leave what felt like his own chest: "Give it time, [Y/N]. I'm sure he'll figure things out sooner or later."

Sooner or later... as if they had that much time left.

It only took five years of loneliness and his brother's early death for things to fall into scope for the rowdy blonde.

Sooner or later...

"It's good to see you again." Porco said, the first words spoken to her in years.

[Y/N] had certainly changed, matured. She was taller and athletic, not only a Marleyan Warrior but now technically a Paradis Scout. A truly breathtaking young woman stood before him, and Porco felt so small, so insignificant. After rolling through the memories of their childhood, he wondered how she didn't despise him.

Maybe she did. But the [Y/N] he knew as a kid was far too kind to admit it.

Leaning over a bare desk pushed against the wall, the young woman stiffened. She had yet to change out of the button down and light colored work pants she returned in. She still looked like a devil, having played the part for nearly her entire teenage career, until the very end -- when they lost the Colossal. When they lost Bertholdt.

The betrayal in her squad mates eyes burned deep into the wrinkles of her brain. Their voices screaming out to her as she revealed her true self was enough to shatter whatever hope the girl still held out for Marley; for her fellow Warriors; for herself.

"Galliard," [Y/N] replied slowly, only turning her head enough to catch his outline in her peripheral. He certainly didn't sound like the little boy she'd left behind all those years ago. Part of her wanted to preserve that memory... feared that, if she looked at him fully, Porco Galliard would become tainted in her mind. Another brainwashed sheep in the herd, like herself.

Porco shifted his weight between impatient feet, but didn't cross the threshold into her room. He watched her dig through a plain wooden dresser that had been filled by Pieck for her long-awaited return. [Y/N] turned, her profile visible for him to take in -- but she didn't look at him. Porco eyed the white line of a scar he had given her on before she left, stretching from her jaw to behind her ear. Somehow it never healed, even after she obtained her titan.

She kept her gaze down on the bed, mindlessly unbuttoning her shirt, but stopped at the last set.

"I bet you have a ton of stories." he muttered, desperate to pull any words from her mouth.

Stupid, why did he say that? He clenched his jaw as her hands fell to her sides. A moment of silence slipped between them without Marcel to fill the gap.

"I guess you could say that." [Y/N] mumbled, shoving the shirt from her shoulders. For a second, Porco was alarmed at the brashness of her undressing.

Weren't her and Reiner...?

She pulled a fresh shirt over her head. Cocking to the side, she allowed him a glimpse of her face -- even, blank, different. But still, so heart wrenching.

"... I missed you, Pock."

Porco felt bolted to the floor. So many words died on his tongue before they could make it past his lips. A heavy sigh squeezed out of his lungs.

"I missed you, too."

Several days after coming home, [Y/N] found that walking around outside headquarters felt like a dream. Maybe a nightmare. Or somewhere inbetween? [Y/N] strode in a state of limbo, a familiar figure by her side walking a familiar path. The two stopped by the same bench that used to rest their little weary feet after hours of running and exertion.

"You look... really different." [Y/N] said suddenly, eyeing the boy man as he sat beside her. Porco blinked his hazel eyes at her. Truthfully, the statement felt wrong to hear. He still felt like the scared, angry little boy that pushed peoples faces into the dirt. He still felt the same while every single thing around him changed.

"I could say the same about you." he replied. Was it wrong to take her in like this? To study the curve of her nose, the shape of her cheeks, the color of her lips? It felt like some hidden treasure he was never supposed to reach.

"Really? Part of me still feels ten years old," she laughed, an airy little laugh that scrunched her nose up, "all scared and wide-eyed. It felt so weird talking to my parents again. Thanks for coming with me, by the way." [Y/N] ran her hands down the tops of her thighs and squeezed her own knees in a self-soothing fashion. Porco nodded.

"Yeah, no problem." he cleared his throat. "Though, I'm a little surprised you asked me instead of Braun."

"Reiner? I... think I need a little time away from him, honestly."

Porco furrowed his brows. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"What'dyou mean?"

"Well I just figured, since you're dating--"

"Porco, I'm not dating Reiner. I never was." she sighed. "Truthfully, I've always had eyes for someone else."

He turned his gaze away, choosing to watch a few kids in armbands run past them. They giggled as they chased each other. How odd it was that he envied them, the little trio with their chubby cheeks and smiling faces. It felt familiar in such a quietly bitter sense.

[Y/N] elbowed the blonde. "I had a lot of time to think on that island. A lot of time to miss home." she hummed, turning to him. "Have you figured it out yet? He always said you would," her voice felt light yet so heavy all at once, "sooner or later."

At that, Porco let himself look at her, and she looked back. Neither of them were the children they used to be. Neither of them were the same kids who rolled in the grass and scuffed themselves up and shared laughs with a poignant brunette.

And maybe that was okay. Because Porco Galliard figured it out.

With a light flush creeping over his face, the blonde extended an experimental arm over the back of the bench, settling his fingers over her shoulder. He tugged her into his side. What felt like a lifetime of emotions rained down over his foggy brain once the young woman leaned into his presence. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. Gently, [Y/N] rested a hand on his knee.

Porco closed his eyes, and he could see them. The three of them, their youthful, distorted faces reflected in dark harbor water. They were smiling their carefree smiles together.

He wondered, wherever or whatever Marcel was then, if he could see them then.

He wondered when, not if, they'd see him again.

They would... sooner or later.

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Life is a Spiderweb (7)

Chapter 3 : Marcel

You looked at the young man for a minute, but you didn't want to get in a fight with him again. You sighted deeply.

"Forget it."

Sadness was starting to fill your heart, and you quickly walked past him, not sparing a glimpse in his direction, trying to get away from his sight. When you finally reached the corner of the building, you stopped.

You had been hoping so much for Porco to be kind deep down that you had started believing it. Your anger mixed with your sadness, your emotions about to spill. You wanted to cry because you were deceived, you wanted to scream because you had been stupid. You were so mad at him for not letting you try to befriend him, you were mad at yourself for thinking that you could get what you wanted. Why did you want to bond with Porco this much anyway ?

Tears of frustration escaped you eyes, you brushed them harshly in annoyance, holding in your sobs.

"Y/n, how dumb are you exactly ?" you muttered between your clenched teeth.

"Is everything allright ?"

You looked behind you, surprised to hear that deep voice, but another wave of deception washed over you when you recognised Porco's older brother. You felt even more ashamed now that you had been caught with your red, tearful eyes.

"Everything's perfect." you snapped. Marcel seemed confused, but no one had ever seen you agitated like this. You were the sweet and playful young woman that always had a smile to spare after all. He took a hesitant step toward you, looking rather embarassed.

"Does... This have to do with my brother ?"

You felt even more stupid to hear it aloud from someone else. You didn't answer, but you already knew Marcel was clever enough to read your silence as an answer. He sighted, shaking his head slowly in disappointment.

"I just walked past him. I'm sorry if he has been rude to you again... He's very hot-tempered and... I don't know what's his deal with you."

You looked back at the brune man, curious.

"You mean, I didn't make that up ?" you asked, and elaborated as you saw his intriged face. "I noticed how Porco was always around me... I even heard him complain to you on how I stopped challenging him. I thought maybe he wanted to be friends but didn't really know how to bring that up, but..."

You stopped talking, realising that you had let yourself getting carried away.

"What happened ?"

You sighted. At this point, you might as well tell Marcel, maybe he would understand things a bit more then you did. He was Porco's brother after all.

"I just said "Hi", and he snapped at me. I really thou-"

"Wait, you just greeted him ? Nothing else ?"

This time, you were the one looking confused. Marcel sighted sharply, clearly irritated. It made him look exactly like his little brother, his eyes a similar shade of gray clouded the same way, his mouth twisting in a scowl you had already seen a few minutes earlier.

"I really thought you had done something, Porco was so upset..."

Marcel looked at you, and you were a bit confused. His annoyance faded, and he seemed sorry now, but something was off about him. You couldn't exactly say what... But it made you uneasy.

"I'm sorry about his attitude. You're very kind to try to be friendly to him, but you're not quite the type of person he likes."

You thought about that a lot. You understood the words, that Marcel had told you that Porco didn't like people with your personnality, but somehow, it sounded as if the oldest Galliard had meant something different. His words had sounded quite cruel to you, but no one really likes hearing that they are hated for who they are.

The following days, you made sure to avoid Porco, but somehow, your usual cheerfulness was toned down. At the end of the day, after a week had passed, you were walking toward the dining room, exhausted, when you heard your name. You turned around, seeing Marcel smiling as he paced up.

"Hey, can I speak with you quickly ?"

You nodded silently, and saw Porco waiting further, clearly annoyed.

"Don't mind him. Look, I know you've been a bit down lately, and I'm sure it's because of Pock, but everyone kind of misses the happy Y/n that always rose the mood in a room..."

"It's nothing, I've never really been hated by others before, so it's a bit new to me !" you lied. Of course you had been loathed when you were a homeless kid waiting for the opportunity to steal a loaf of bread at the marketplace. You hated to remember the cold eyes of everyone when you walked past them in your dirty rags.

"Well, everyone else likes you. So don't let my moody little brother take your smile away from you. Life is so short, you might die anytime..." he added with a sad smile.

"Right, the recon corp's soldiers have a short lifespan !" you laughed, and Marcel chuckled with you, even if you could note a pinch of sadness in his voice. Somehow, his words had cheered you up a little.

That is more or less how the two of you became friends. Marcel would come to you on a daily basis to make sure you weren't bummed by his brother's attitude, then only to talk with you. You were getting along nicely, he was rather calm whereas you were more energetic. Marcel really looked as good as his brother, with the same square jaw and upward nose, and they had many similar expressions, but you soon found small differences. He was much more friendly, and rarely frowned. His expressions were generally softer, and his brune hair less neatly done. He was also taller then him, but he was older after all. Their personnalities turned out to be quite opposed on the other hand, Porco beeing lonesome and hot-tempered while Marcel was more sociable and placid. Their voices were very close, but you figured out that the moody blonde man had a slightly more gutural tone, and the oldest one spoke more smoothly, but that might only be due to Porco's disdain toward you. Apart from their expressions, you also noted that Marcel's irises were a slightly darker gray.

Your friendship was quickly a bother to the youngest brother. From time to time, Macel would leave him to be with you, during meals or during your training. You kept your promess anyway, and always waved from afar to Marcel when the two Galliards were together, but whenever the brune man would walk in your direction, you would cross the blonde's deadly glare.

"You shouldn't leave your brother to come to me !" you scolded as the eldest brother arrived to you.

"Ah, he doesn't really want to come, he's the one staying behind !" Marcel protested.

"You know he hates me, he'll think I'm stealing his brother !"

"You could never !" Marcel laughed. "Hungry ?"

"More like starving. Let's go !"

The two of you headed to the dining room with the rest of your comrades. During the meal, you couldn't help but notice Porco facing you, a few tables away. He was alone tonight, as Berthold and Reiner had both joigned Marcel and you. You tried to ignore him, but your eyes kept going back in his direction. You hated how lonely he seemed. You met his gaze, and he glared back, before focusing on his plate again, his scowl fading into a sad expression. He quickly finished eating and left the room.

Later in the evening, you took a moment on your own to walk in the fresh air, but overheard a conversation by the stalls. You were about to walk away, when you recognised the harsh tone of the youngest Galliard.

"What are you doing with her ?"

"With who ?" Marcel replyed with a softer voice.

"Y/n !"

Your eyes widened as you heard your name.

"I know you decided to avoid everyone, but that's your decision Pock."

"You're going to get hurt, Marcel..."

You felt a pinch in your heart as you heard sadness in the younger brother's voice.

"Right now, the only one I see hurt is you... You can't cut everyone out of your life !"

"You can't be her friend, Marcel !"

"Why, because she's not like us ? Can't you see that we're all the same, Porco ? Stop pretending that these people are the mon-"

"Because she's going to die !"

Both remained quiet for a moment. You were frozen on the spot, you knew you weren't supposed to hear this, but you were afraid to walk away and be heard. You didn't want Porco to catch you eavesdropping them.

Finally, you heard Marcel's voice, lower then usual.

"There's no right way to deal with this... I wish I hadn't let you joign the army."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard footsteps, and you swiftly made your way inside the stables, just before a silhouette passed by, toward the barracks.

You were puzzled, what did they mean that you were not like them ? Was it because you were an orphan that grew up in the streets ? Was it because you were a woman ? Porco seemed so certain that you were going to die, and it was kind of true, you realised. You never aimed at living a long life, you joigned the army knowing that you were going toward your dead end.

Your train of thoughts was stopped as you heard a light thump against the wooden door, then a more muffled one as someone let themselves sit on the ground, sighting deeply. Your crouched in the dark, the faint moonlight revealing Porco's shadow by the entrance of the stables. The silhouette's hand slowly rose to his forehead, pushing back his slick hair the way he usually does several times a day.

"He doesn't get it..." you heard him mutter faintly.

He remained like this for a long while, and you could feel your legs becoming numb when he finally got up and left. You were suprised to see him walking with his shoulders low, as if his thoughts were weighting on him.

You struggled to sleep that night, and the next morning, Marcel noticed it.

"Hey, Y/n, are you allright ?"

You brushed it away with a laugh.

"I didn't find you yesterday evening."

"Yeah, I went for a walk. You're eating with your brother today ?"

The brune man frowned with a sight, and you couldn't help but recall last night's conversation that you overheard.

"No."

He saw your concerned gaze and smiled warmly at you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Let's grab some food before Sasha eats all of it !"

Since that day, Marcel spent most of his time with you. You enjoyed his compagny, he was very attentive, and helped you perfect your training as much as he could, teaching you a few useful tricks. He even suggested that you joign him in the evening, before the curfew, for some extra workout, and blushed immediately as you bursted out laughing.

"N-no, Y/n, I don't mean that !"

It took you a moment to catch your breath, but when you looked back up, Marcel was gazing at you softly, his face still a bit red. You smiled at him, straightening up. Marcel lowered his eyes, saddness slowly making it's way on his face.

"It's just that..."

Because she's going to die !

"You're worried about me ?" you cut him. The brune man looked at you, startled that you had seemingly read his mind.

"I know you're already among the best, Y/n, but you want to joign the survey corp and... I would hate that anything happens to you."

You had an odd feeling, as if he wasn't exactly saying the truth, but not lying either. You stared at him for a long while, trying to read his thoughts through his gray eyes, but he looked away.

"Okay, we can do this." you finally answered, and his stiff figure relaxed as he looked back at you with a smile.

"Great ! Let's go then."

You followed him, slipping away from your comrades that were too busy talking to notice the two of you.

Marcel turned out to be a mercyless trainer. Your body was sore when you finally stopped, feeling as if a full week of workout had been rushed in two hours. You had never been sweating this much, then again, he had pushed you to your limits. You really thought that you were going to pass out a few times. All the muscular reinforcements had been exhausting, and you could still feel the sting of the stretching you had to do, but it was nothing compared to the bruises and scratches you earned while climbing the trees. You understood that being able to move around from branch to branch made sense, but training without your maneovreur gear had been a real struggle. You did fell a few times, grateful everytime that the trees weren't so high.

"I know it's painful, but you'll soon get used to it." he apologised as you both walked back to the barracks in the dusk. He at least had the clemency to let you rest a moment until you were able to catch your breath before leaving the glade.

"You're a psychopath !" you panted back at him, earning a clear laugh from your friend.

"I guess I am a bit, but if you can survive thanks to this, I will be worse."

"Oh no, please don't !"

He stared back at you, frowning threateningly as he tried to contain his smile, before you both giggled. As you arrived to the barracks, you noticed Porco by the wooden stairs of the dormitory. He turned his head your way, and you saw his face grow pale as he recognised you both, before he hastily walked away. You were a bit surprised, Porco would usually just glare at you.

Your training was over, and your were among the top ten, along the Galliard brothers. Actually, you were ranked right before Porco, and you were certain that he was going to loose it. But when you quickly glanced at him, you were puzzled to notice that he was relieved. You mentionned it to Marcel afterwards.

"Ah, well he ranked better then Reiner, I guess that satisfies him."

Your debut as a soldier of the recon corp was memorable. The colossal titan had attacked, and many of your training comrades died that day. But things became much more puzzling when Eren Jeager turned into one of the monsters himself, and by the end of the day... Humanity had snatched it's first victory in this war for survival.

You were thankful for Marcel's training. You had been dispatched with Mikasa, and could easily endure the rough day, compared to your friends that were exhausted. You wondered if you would have made it on this day without your friend's severe teaching.

In the evening, you finally found Marcel. You took a few steps his way, before you were struck by his expression. He was sitting with someone on a table, looking into the void, visibly torn apart and yet trying to hold it all in. His shoulder were low, you could almost see the crushing weight of his distress on his back.

You took another step, only to see Porco was next to him, gently rubbing his back. His eyes were as haunted as his brother's. He rose his head and met your concerned gaze, and you were shocked to see the torment in his gray irises. But his features softened when he saw you, before he lowered his head toward Marcel, whispering something. The eldest brother looked at you and sprung to his feet to run your way, and before you could react, he pulled you into a strong hug.

"I was so afraid, I didn't see you at all, I thought..."

"I'm good ! Thanks to you !"

You quickly glanced at Porco, only to see him looking at you both with deep sadness. You thought about walking to him and give him some confort, but brushed your idea away. They just both seemed so afflicted by the carnage of the day... You seemed heartless next to them, then again, Death is mercyless in the streets, you were used to see fellow orphans and poor children die around you. Moreover, all of your closest friends seemed to be alive so far.

Until Jean arrived, broken, to announce Marco's death. You felt your heart tear, your eyes watering, and for the first time, you understood why people feared Death. It's not that you stop living. It's that it snatches what's important from you.

After this day, you weren't the same. You suddenly had discovered what grief was. And for the first time, it occured to you that maybe the way you had pictured your life as a soldier had been wrong all along. You used to be indifferent about the titans, but now, fierce anger burned in you. You understood Eren a bit more now that you were truly attached to people.

You also began to understand Marce morel. He cared about you, that had been obvious, and he did everything to ensure that you would be able to survive. And you realised that you felt the same toward him, and your training comrades... If anything was to happen to any of them, you would be crushed the same way you were when you heard about Marco's death. Even if it was Porco.

You soon discovered the boring routine of a survey corp soldier. No mission outside the walls yet, and your days were basically about training to stay in shape. You returned to your routine with Marcel, but you kept noticing how Porco seemed to become more and more sad. You understood now why he had chosen to stay alone, but instead of being just lonely, he was also afflicted now. You were sorry you couldn't help him, but Marcel had already told you to keep away from him.

But he would be there when you'll return from your work with his brother, glancing sadly in your direction before ignoring you both, still eating somewhere in your vision range at every meal. When you would walk up to them in the morning to greet Marcel, he would frown at you, but his glares were becoming less then convincing. You kept blaming yourself for his sadness, persuaded that you were breaking his tight link with his brother, until one day, your perspective was upset by an incident.

You were up the outer wall, fooling around a bit too much with Connie and Sasha, when you slipped. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realised that you were falling form the wall, toward the starving titans, but you felt a strong arm grab your waist before you could even pull out your operation device. You tried to catch your breath, before glancing up to meet that familiar square jaw. You looked back down and started giggling, your rush of adrenaline dissipating. All your limbs were hanging down, you were like a clumsy cat under his arm.

"Wow, so strong ! Good thing you were here !"

"You think that's funny ? You scared me !" Marcel growled harshly, and you looked back at him, noting a small droplet fall from his face as he pulled you both back up the wall, focused on his climbing with only one hand available. Your throat tightened, was that a tear ? You realised that, for a split of seconds, the young man had thought he was going to loose you.

"I'm sorry, Marcel..." you muttered, and felt him freeze for a short moment, stiff, before reaching the top of the wall. You twisted your head his way again, but only could see his jaw. Was he really that upset to avoid looking at you warmly like he always did ?

But your heart stopped when you saw Marcel's face above you both appear by the edge on the wall. He stretched his arm out toward you and pulled you up while the other man finished climbing back on top of the wall. Your friend hugged you tightly, scolding you for being careless, but your eyes were locked on the silhouette walking away hastily.

Porco.

At first you just thought he had saved you because regardless of his feelings, you were still both part of the same army, or because his brother cared about you and he didn't want him to be sad. But you had proven to be a good soldier, and you would have had time to use your own gear to stop your fall. And what about that tear you noticed ? He stiffened when you called him by his brother's name, but instead of correcting you, he avoided looking down at you, was it because he was upset that you confused him with Marcel? Your mind was rushing, and now you were thinking about all the times you came by him with his brother. Who had Porco been glaring at all along ?

He doesn't get it...

You felt incredibly sad as you looked at his silhouette walking away from you both. You were almost certain that he had jumped after you without thinking, only directed by the viceral fear of your possible death.

"I just want you to be safe..." you heard Marcel whisper, pulling you from your concerns. He finally released his hug, only for you to see his sad smile.

"Don't scare me again like that !"

"I won't, I'm sorry !" You laughed, and he chuckled softly. You felt him relax, realising that you were still in his arms. You didn't dislike it, after all the loneliness of an orphaned childhood, it felt incredibly warm. His gaze made you feel loved, and for a moment, you just stared back at him, smiling softly as you felt grateful to have him. Someone who cared about you so much that they're ready to give you extra time, for the fun of it or to ensure you will be safe even without them, but that would still get scared to loose you if something was to happen.

You finally grabbed his neck to pull yourself up as you tiptoed to reach his face, leaving a rough kiss on his cheek, before hugging him.

"Thanks for caring about me !" you whispered in his ear, before parting away. You giggled as you saw him frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief as his cheeks and ears slowly turned a deep shade of red.

"Who wouldn't?" he said in his breath.

You smiled again, before glancing toward Porco once more. He was looking sadly at the two of you now, but was caught off when he met your eyes. You smiled softly, before walking his way, a bit hesitant. You saw him clench his teeth as you arrived in front of him.

"I just wanted to say thanks..." you tried, worried about his reaction. He adverted your stare, but his face softened a little. He shrugged before replying in a low mumble.

"It's nothin'..."

You smiled wider, before returning to your friend. You were happy to see that after all this time Porco had finally let you approach him. The hard shell he had created to try to protect himself from the grieving of his comrades was thinner.

It had been a week since you tripped, and Marcel had grown a bit odd lately. A few times, you thought he was going to tell you something, before looking away, visibly unconfortable. You also noticed that Porco was staring more then usual at the two of you, not really glaring anymore, but more concerned.

Marcel came to you that evening, and asked you a moment in private to discuss something important. He seemed quite agitated, and it made you nervous, but you followed him. You noticed his brother a bit further, glancing at the two of you, intriged, before his eyes widened. You weren't sure, but he looked almost afraid.

The brune man led you outside, between two buildings, out of sight. He looked around quickly, making sure that you were both alone, before taking a deep breath.

"Y/n... I've thought about wether to tell you or not for quite some time now..."

"Tell me what ?" you asked. He didn't reply, as if he was trying to look for the right words, and you noticed a shadow had appeared on the ground at one of the building's corner. You were about to tell your friend that someone was eavesdropping when he finally spoke :

"I like you."

You looked at him, dumbfounded, only to meet his gray eyes locked on you, his cheeks a bright pink.

"I like you too !" You replied, suddenly puzzled.

"You know that's not how I mean it..." Marcel added in a low tone, his face filling with pain. "I like you much more then I should..."

Your voice was now gone, your heart beating faster, your thoughts spinning inside your head. You adored Marcel for sure, but you knew that wasn't what he was asking. This was about a much wilder feeling, the untamed romance that people talk about. That was how he felt, and to be honest, you realised that he had been quite obvious about it, but you never really thought about it. But now he was confessing his feelings to you, and you had to say something ! How did you even feel about him ? He was handsome, gentle, you both got along very nicely, could you fall in love with him ?

"You don't have to answer just now, but... I'd like to be your boyfriend. So... If you want to try... Just tell me..."

>A: You like Marcel a lot, enough to try this with him. You say yes, hoping that his brother will be fine with it. (14)

>B : Marcel is great, but you refuse. You don't want to hurt Porco, and you feel like this would. (15)

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A Titan's Heartache: Marcel x Reader

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[Marcel’s POV]

It was now year 847 and I joined the 104th Regiment Corps with Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie. After realizing that we would have more information after joining the Military Police we all agreed this would be the best action to take for now. We also decided to take our time with the mission to ensure it was a successful mission. I still carried the weight with the other warriors of the mission that had already taken a toll on our mental state. I still remember seeing all the people getting eaten by the titans. Me and Annie were running for our lives literally because we couldn’t just transform into titans like Bertholdt and Reiner was or else someone would have seen us.

The sun bathed the training grounds in a golden hue, my gaze lingered on the towering walls of the military complex - a symbol of both the protection and confinement. I understood why the walls were necessary, to protect them from titans but at the same time, it was suffocating. Of course it was, but some people were content but I met a guy named Eren Yeager, who planned to join the scouts so he could fight for freedom. The kid is crazy, but I get it completely. In a way the Eldians of Marley were also stuck behind walls, not literally but the Marleyans treat us as monsters. I just had to remember I was doing this for my family so they could have a little more freedom.

Morning drills echoed with the rhythm of wood meeting wood, panting, and grunts, the cadence of footsteps resonating with hope and aspirations to be great soldiers, though I was no soldier, I was a Marleyan Warrior. Amidst the training, my gaze fell upon her - (Y/N) (L/N) - a fellow recruit whose roots seemed to intertwine with the very essence of nature. Little did I know that our paths were destined in ways I would never imagine.

In the moments of our exercises, our eyes met. She gave me the sweetest of smiles, and I swear my heart almost jumped out of my chest. She had an air of mystery surrounding her, and I was falling in love with her with just a simple look. As the sun casted it’s rays down on us, she glowed in the light. She was soon paired with me as a sparring partner, and I wasn’t sure if I would survive this alone with how fast my heart was racing. For only the time being, I forgot all about my mission.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you, just because you are a girl,” I said to her. Her laughter filled the air, and I felt my cheeks warm.

“If you went easy on me, this sparring session would be pointless.”

She left me no time to respond as she charged at me. I dodged her movements, but she was like water flowing freely. She twisted her body, knocking my knife out of my hand. I grabbed her wrist, but she flipped over my shoulder, and held her wooden knife to my throat. I went to elbow her but she dodged my attack.

We caught the attention of the other trainees, and the Chief instructor, Shadis. I managed to grab my wooden knife, but she was quicker. How could someone be so fluid in their motions and quick at the same time? Her fighting style was different yet beautiful, almost like a dance. Lost in my thoughts and going through the motions, she managed to swipe my feet from under me, and pinned me to the ground, her wooden knife once again to my throat.

“I think I win this one,” she said in a teasing tone. I cracked a smile, before rolling us over so I pinned her down instead.

“I don’t accept defeat that easily,” I retorted.

“Maybe you should.”

“Huh?” I was confused, before she head butted me hard and I fell backwards, “Ow.” I rubbed my head, but she kicked me on my back, her boot on my chest, and she stood up. I was shocked, and blushed as she looked down at me.

“Accept defeat?”

“Yeah, I accept defeat. I think I need ice for my forehead.”

She let me up, and smiled. She offered me a hand, and I took it standing up.

“(L/N), where did you learn those moves?” Chief instructor asked her, and she saluted him.

“Sir, my mother and grandmother taught me. They both joined the scouts.”

“I see, I knew your last name sounded familiar. You have a head jump on the rest of trainees then, your grandmother and mother were (mother’s name) and (grandmother’s name) right? They were one of the founders of the scouts, as well as the strongest.”

“Yes, sir.”

Everything made sense now, she has trained probably since she was so young, her family probably taught her how to be graceful yet deadly. Shadis walked away after they were done talking. She turned to me and gave me that sweet smile again, and I smiled back.

“My name is Marcel, Marcel Galliard.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you Marcel.”

She walked away to grab her water bottle, and in that moment I forgot about the mission, my thoughts were on her alone.

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By the Sea (Marcel Galliard x Reader)

Word count: 2 620

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

A/N: My anxiety is through the roof since yesterday and I really needed to distract myself somehow. So here... have some nice Marcel fluff for a better day and take care ❤️

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a picture-perfect day at the beach. Clear blue skies, a good book, and the company of your beloved boyfriend, the one and only Marcel Galliard.

By the Sea

A light breeze kissed your cheeks and woke you up from an unexpected nap. With eyes still heavy with sleep, you blinked a few times trying to make out your surroundings. You were at the beach, of course – laying on your favorite blanket, your tote bag comfortably folded under your head, and a nearly empty picnic basket just a few feet away. Marcel got the idea of taking a short drive to the nearest beach out of nowhere, and you weren′t objecting. It was way too long since the two of you spent the day like this. Somewhere nice and just relaxing. Not thinking about work, school, or any other responsibility.

„You okay?“ Marcel asked while you were still sleepily looking up at the bright blue sky. Only a handful of puffy white clouds were seen scattered around randomly. You could hear seagulls somewhere in the distance, while the slowly coming and going sea waves were creating one of your favorite sounds ever. The weather was absolutely perfect, warm and sunny, with only a slight breeze that made the heat more bearable.

„Yeah, just... how long was I asleep?“ you asked, only then noticing that your still open book way laying on your chest.

Reading was your favorite form of escaping reality. Especially, when you picked up a book you′ve read in the past and loved dearly. Just like this morning, when you decided to start Howl′s Moving Castle for like a fifth time. But it was your first time reading the special edition Marcel got you last Christmas. He knew how much you loved the story, and despite you already owning the whole trilogy, he didn′t hesitate even for a second, when he saw this edition at the bookstore while searching for a perfect gift for you – his beloved girlfriend. He knew you would love it. And he was right, just like always, when it came to your favorite things.

„Not too long, maybe thirty minutes. Didn′t want to wake you up, you really need to rest after the last few months.“ You smiled, closed your book, and rolled over to your side so you could be closer to Marcel. He immediately put his phone down, where he was looking for some summer vacation options, and turned his attention to you. „What do you think about Venice, Bologna, Rome, Florence, or Palermo? Would you like to go there?“

„You wanna go to Italy?“

He shrugged. „Maybe, it looks amazing there. The scenery, all that architecture, and apparently brilliant food. We could go road-tripping around the country if you′d like. So we can see as many places as we want.“

It really did sound appealing. Spending a week or two together, exploring a new country none of you visited before. Marcel had seen many places around the world before the two of you started dating and was more than happy when there was a chance to travel somewhere. Especially with you as his most precious and loving travel buddy. He also loved showing you photos and videos of all the places he visited, while promising to one day go back there with you. Especially to the locations that caught your eyes the most. Places like Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Ireland, Canada or Hawaii.

„Do we have enough money for something like that? I mean... I would like to go, it sounds absolutely amazing, but I′m not sure we can afford it this summer. We just moved to the new apartment, I have to pay for my car and...“ You loved when Marcel shut you up with a gentle but passionate kiss. Mostly in moments like these, when your need to overanalyze every little detail started to ruin the magic of the present moment.

„What did we agree on before coming here? No overthinking, overanalyzing, or worrying about anything,“ Marcel said, his lips still just mere inches from your mouth. With another smile he kissed the tip of your nose, pulling you into a tight hug. „It′s not like we have to pay for everything right now at this moment. We have time to think it through. It was just a suggestion.“

„I know, sorry,“ you said, burying your face into his chest.

He spent a lot of time at work these last few weeks. And with you trying to balance university and a part-time job, there were days when the two of you hardly saw each other. Mostly just early in the morning or in the evening, when it was finally time to sleep. You missed him terribly every single day and knew, he missed you too. Texting each other throughout the day just wasn't the same.

„It′s fine, don't apologize,“ he whispered, planting a kiss on the top of your head. „I was thinking that maybe we could go as a little group. You know... us two, and Porco with Pieck. If you don't mind, of course.“

„Why would I? Your brother is always good company and Pieck is my best friend since kindergarten. I′m happy to spend time with her.“ Not to mention that it was thanks to you, that she and Marcel′s baby brother, as he liked to address Porco to make him mad, started dating in the first place. „And speaking of couples... did you hear about Annie and Bert? She sent me a picture this morning when you were in the shower... and then I somehow forgot to tell you.“

„I heard, of course. He called me and Reiner with him when he went to buy the engagement ring. Said he picked out a few different options but wasn′t sure which one to get, so he needed someone else′s opinion.“

„Why didn't you tell me?“ you asked surprised, pulling away slightly to look at him. Gosh, he was so effortlessly beautiful, when the light breeze was playing with strands of his hair. The way the sunlight made his eyes look like dark pools of honey always took your breath away. „How long did you know that he′s going to propose to her?“

„Why? Because you and Annie are together all the time and I didn′t want to risk you accidentally telling her.“ You rolled your eyes at him. Marcel laughed, lovingly tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek just a moment before he pressed his lips to the exact same spot. „Do you like the ring we picked out?“

You nodded excitedly, remembering the photo Annie sent you this morning. „It′s really beautiful. Simple and elegant, it matches Annie and her style perfectly. Bert really knows what suits her the best.“ The two of them were dating since high school, so it was only natural, that they knew each other more than perfectly.

And it was thanks to them, you got to know Marcel. Since Pieck, Annie, and you were classmates in high school, you knew Bertholdt for a pretty long time as well. But it was just shortly before graduation, that he introduced you to his neighbor and one of his best friends – Marcel Galliard. For you, it was love at first sight. Just like in all of those books and movies you′ve read and seen. And now, almost five years later, you couldn′t be happier. With Marcel by your side, you had absolutely everything in the whole wide world.

„Would you like a similar one?“ Marcel asked suddenly, visibly enjoying the panic that made your cheeks turn red.

„What... what do... what do you mean?“ you stuttered, burying your face into his chest once again while laughing nervously. „I hate how you always make me flustered when I expect it the least,“ you mumbled into his shirt, while Marcel laughed at your reaction wholeheartedly.

„It was just an innocent question, nothing more. It′s not like I′m gonna kneel before you and pop out a ring from my pocket. But if you′d like that...“

Even more shocked, you once again looked into his face, finding a cheeky grin on his lips. His eyes were so visibly filled with happiness and love. It almost made your heart burst from the realization that it′s because of you.

It was you, who made him this happy.

You and only you.

„Are you trying to tell me that you bought me an engagement ring as well?“ Marcel shrugged, rolling over to his back with you still in his embrace. He made himself more comfortable, one hand running up and down your back, while you rested on his broad chest.

„Maybe I saw one that I really liked. Just maybe...“

With a quiet laugh, you kissed the warm skin on his neck, closing your eyes for a short while. Was this really happening? At that moment... was that really your life? Suddenly everything seemed so easy and beautiful. So simple and calm. When the two of you were joking around like that, you truly had hope for the future. In everything that was about to come your way. With Marcel by your side, it was truly effortless to imagine the rest of your life. All you saw was never-ending happiness. Not necessarily without a few hard or unpleasant days, they were a part of everyone's life, but still... with him, even the darkest moments would pass much quicker.

„Marcel...“

„What? I′m just planning ahead a little. Can you blame me?“ Looking down at you, his eyes studied your face for a short while. The perfect quiet moment between the two of you was only disturbed by the calming sounds of the sea. „I love you so much,“ he finally said, grabbing your chin gently and bringing your face closer for a little kiss. His lips always tasted like the sweetest flavors of love one could imagine.

„I love you too,“ you said, kissing him once more and running your hand through his hair. It was so thick and soft, you just loved to play with it at every given chance. Mostly in bed, when the two of you were cuddled up next to each other.

Marcel loved to fall asleep while you were playing with his hair and reading to him at the same time. Listening to your voice, as you read him a few pages from your current read always helped him relax, even after the most stressful day. Because when he was there, curled up in your arms and listening to your every word very carefully, he felt safe and loved. And you? You were so grateful for the boy slowly falling asleep right there next to you, that sometimes tears started to pool in your eyes, while your lips were smiling and your whole chest was full of the warmest and nicest feelings possible.

„Coming here was a good idea, we should do it more often. All the problems seem miles away when the sea is at hands reach.“

„I collected some seashells while you were sleeping. A couple of kids ran by, ranting about how many they found over there by those big rocks, so I went to check it out.“ Without you asking to see them, Marcel reached over to the picnic basket and pulled out the now-empty container, that had your favorite fruit salad inside before. Now it was filled with colorful seashells of various shapes and sizes. „You always loved putting them on display at home. And I owe you a few new ones for those I accidentally destroyed last time.“

It was a funny story, actually. Marcel had a few days off, so he decided to help you out with some work around the new apartment. Cleaning was never his favorite activity to pass time, even though you tried to convince him, that moping the floor, doing laundry, or washing the dishes made him look absolutely irresistible. After all... it wasn′t a complete lie.

On that unfortunate day, Marcel was trying to be nice and clean the apartment before you got home from school. What he wasn't planning on doing, was knocking down one of your favorite display bowls from your bookshelf, which was filled with many different seashells the two of you found during your trips to the beach. The bowl was shattered beyond repair and many of the seashells as well, especially the more fragile ones.

It made you upset at first, but seeing how sorry Marcel was... You didn′t have the heart to stay mad at him for long. One delicious home-cooked dinner was enough to make you forgive him. It was no secret, that Marcel knew his way around the kitchen. Your friends loved coming over for lunch or dinner when he was the one cooking or baking. His chocolate-chip banana bread was to die for, not to mention the best poppy seed and lemon muffins under the sun.

„They are adorable,“ you said, while looking through the seashells Marcel picked up. „Just try not to break them this time.“ Leaning closer, you kissed his cheek, resting your forehead against his. „Thank you.“

There was nowhere to hurry. Not today. The two of you could stay for as long, as you like. So you suggested waiting until sunset, even though it was many hours away. But Marcel didn't mind. Not when you picked up your book once again and started reading out loud. He liked Howl and Sophie′s story as well, his favorite character being the Fire demon Calcifer himself.

While you were reading, he was sorting through the seashells, admiring them one by one, and ultimately used some of them to decorate a cute little sand castle he put together at the edge of the blanket. He said it was his own version of Howl′s castle from the story.

The rest of the day was spent simply relaxing, fooling around in the pleasantly cool water, and taking some photos. You loved to capture simple moments like these, just to have the option to look back at them, when you needed it the most.

„About that engagement ring...“ Marcel said unexpectedly with his head in your lap, while the sky high above you seemed like it was on fire. Rich orange and golden hues transformed the beach around you into a scenery that seemed straight out of a fantasy novel. „Would you like something simple like Annie, or something more extra?“

„You know my style, so I think you′re perfectly capable of choosing the right one.“ To be honest, you never thought about how your engagement ring should look like. After all, it wasn′t up to you. „I don't like showing off.“

„It′s not about showing off. More about...“ He thought for a second, his hands playing with your fingers. „I don′t know, I just want to be sure, that everything is going to be perfect. I want you to remember that moment forever.“

„It′s going to be perfect because it will be you, with who I′ll share the moment,“ you assured him, leaning down and gently kissing his lips. „I can′t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Marcel.“ The tips of your fingers were tracing along his jaw and chin.

„We′ll make the best of it. I can assure you.“

Little did you know, that on that day the two of you visited the beach as boyfriend and girlfriend for the very last time. All that talk about engagement rings wasn′t just to fill in the quiet moments. Marcel really did buy a ring you absolutely adored from the second you saw it, when he knelt in front of you with love and hope in his beautiful brown eyes.

So the next time you visited your favorite beach, you went there as Marcel′s fiancee and future Mrs. Galliard.

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is HEAVILY inspired by the business card scene in American Psycho. (I wrote this back in 2021 for a collab.) [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke's perceived inadequacy leads him to a situation that only exacerbates his insecurities. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU (duh), not a big fan of the term "crack fic" but that's basically what this is, Zeke's only a few years older than the rest of the Warriors, sharing nudes without consent, smutty stuff is mentioned, alcohol, marijuana, body horror (Zeke describes scaphism in great detail), Zeke's probably ooc because I basically turned him into Patrick Bateman.

Zeke’s standing in the back of the bar, cornered by his friends. His life is in shambles because you dragged him to a birthday party in the nicest part of the city on the very night he decided to make a major life choice. Tonight was the night he said fuck it and shaved off his beard.

“You look like a baby,” Porco laughs.

“Like an angular baby, like a baby with good cheekbones,” Bertholdt, the birthday boy, mutters to himself.

“Can I touch your face?”

Zeke clenches his jaw and goes to speak only to be interrupted by Reiner's tender touch.

“Wow, that is soft. You got really soft skin. What do you use?”

Zeke smacks Reiner's hand away and uses the sleeve of his flannel to wipe away his residual touch. The meathead’s compliment was sufficient; there was no need to make physical contact.

“Sisley’s Black Rose Skin Infusion Cream.” Zeke sighs, accepting Reiner’s interpersonal failure. “How drunk are you?”

Reiner grins.

“I don’t know but your girlfriend’s the one that’s making them,” Reiner says before dissolving into the crowd.

Zeke questions whether or not Reiner was actually there in the first place. He could have merely been an anxiety induced hallucination.

“I have to… go,” Zeke abruptly blurts out to no one in particular as he pushes himself through his group of friends.

Free from their grasp he kicks himself for being so inarticulate in such a genuine way. Usually his nerves were hidden by a veneer of stoicism, but now he wonders if maybe it was just the beard.

The bar is packed and Zeke stands on his tippy toes trying to see your little head bobbing around somewhere. So many people look like you from this distance. He takes off his glasses and squints but it does little to assist him. He nearly drops them as he maneuvers them back onto his face. Eventually he hears you cackling close by. He sighs heavily once he spots you behind the bar. You look angelic, a beacon of light in a sea of complete fucking bullshit. You look him in the eyes and smile, relief washing over him.

“Don’t you have to have a license or something to be back there?” he asks you, hiding his anxiety behind a facade of smugness.

You shrug and lean over the bar to kiss his forehead.

“They ain’t kicked me out yet so… I guess not.”

Zeke sits down on a bar stool and holds his head in his hands. He remembers that this is a private party and the likelihood of anyone actually giving a shit is slim to none.

“Reiner called you my girlfriend.”

“Ew, why?”

Zeke peers up from his hands, the rest of his face still obscured. Anything to hide his lack of facial hair.

“Because we showed up together and he probably heard us fucking in the bathroom earlier. Can you hold these for me? I almost dropped them.”

Zeke hands you his glasses and you tuck them away in your purse.You pat his head and ruffle his wavy blonde hair. He relishes in the gentle touch of your hand.

“Reiner’s an idiot. Want a shot?”

“Two. You know what I like.”

You grab a bottle of whiskey and overpour two shots. You pass one to him and go grab the other for yourself. Zeke grabs your wrist and stares up at you.

“They’re both for me.”

You shake your head and pour yourself one. Zeke downs the whiskey, savoring the smokey taste it leaves behind on his tongue. Just as he goes to ask you about how your day was Marcel fucking Galliard taps him on the shoulder.

“Buddy, it’s been too long. How ya been?”

Marcel is hammered and he lifts Zeke off the stool into a bear hug. Zeke feels the whiskey crawl up his throat, the most painful tickle he’s been subjected to.

“Ni—nice to see you. It has been awhile,” he chokes out.

Marcel loosens his grip and takes a seat next to Zeke. He looks impeccable, his hair perfectly quaffed. His skin was practically glowing. How could such a drunk guy look so put together and handsome?

“It has been a fucking while!” Marcel exclaims once more.

Zeke scratches his ear and then subtly waves you off. You slowly walk away backwards from the men, bumping into the actual bartender.

“Colt! Coltie Boy!... Damn, dude, you alright? You look tired.”

Marcel has mistaken Zeke for Colt Grice, one of the other tall blonde guys in their friend group. It seems logical because Colt works at the same middle school as Zeke doing the same exact thing he does, teaching language arts to seventh graders. Though Zeke thinks he’s smarter and more relatable to his students. It certainly doesn’t help that he hasn’t seen Marcel in years, who likely has forgotten what he looks like.

“Well I haven’t been getting much sleep. You know me, burning the midnight oil and all.”

Marcel laughs way too hard at Zeke’s joke which wasn’t even a joke in the first place.

He grabs Zeke’s shoulder and continues. “Great, that’s great. Such a hard worker. So uh, shit what’s her name… That girl you’ve been seeing.”

“Pieck.”

Marcel snaps his fingers and grabs Zeke’s shoulder again.

“Yeah, yeah, how’s Pieck? She’s a keeper. A great girl.”

“She’s good, couldn’t be happier with her. We’re thinking about getting a dog.”

“Wow, that’s—that’s great. You deserve it, man. You’re a good guy. Not like that dork Zach Yeager.”

“His name is Zeke, Marcel.”

“Who cares? You,” Marcel pokes Zeke in the chest, just barely missing his nipple, “you’re a good guy. You got your life together. Fuck Zach, man.”

Zeke nods in agreement.

“He’s a fucking dick, you know? Sure, yeah, I haven’t seen that weirdo in years, but I don’t even have to see him to know he’s—” Marcel pauses to burp into his hand. “excuse me. To know he’s a piece of shit.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been a fan either.”

“Fucking wears dumb glasses, like dude get a normal pair.”

“I know, right?”

“Grandpas wear those glasses, Coltie. Grand. Pas.”

Just as Zeke feels like he’s going to vomit into his own lap Bertholdt pops up from behind Marcel, eyes full of concern.

“Hey Marcel, Porco’s out back and he’s not looking too good.”

Bertholdt’s a dirty liar and everyone except Marcel knows it. Porco’s tolerance is god-like, an unwavering cognitive marvel. Marcel sighs and stands up, stumbling out the door to the patio, Bertholdt trailing behind. He hits his forehead on the door frame on his way out.

“Are you gonna be okay?” you quietly ask, eating a maraschino cherry you stole from someone’s drink.

Zeke smiles and shakes his head.

“It could’ve been wor—”

“Oh shit! What happened? You kinda look like dad!”

Eren is standing in the doorway with a pair of wayfarers on. He definitely stole them from someone; there was no way he’d drop money on Ray Bans. He comes over and hugs Zeke from behind. Zeke appreciates Eren’s affection but it does nothing to soothe verbal assault he received from Marcel.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know that was fucked up,” Eren coos. “But I am right. I can’t help that.”

It doesn’t matter if Eren is right or not. Zeke’s ego is crushed beyond repair. You shoo his brother away and drag Zeke into one of the booths, sitting across the table from him. He frowns.

“Can you sit next to me?”

The alcohol is taking hold of him. He needs attention and affection, but not too much. Anything beyond you sitting beside him, holding him close, is simply unbearable. You switch sides and scoot close to him.

Zeke notices you staring at him. Your gaze is kind, kinder than a shithead like him deserves. He can’t remember a time in his life where he felt more insecure and unworthy of you. When your soft hand caresses his bare face he is slightly startled. However it’s a welcome gesture.

“I think you look good,” you purr.

He slinks down into his seat, bathing in your praise.

“I’m a little jealous of your jawline too.”

Zeke blushes.

“I look that good, huh?”

“No, you look like shit. I was lying the whole time. You’re the ugliest guy here.”

“Stop you’re going to make me fall in love with y—”

“Colt! The fuck?! What about Pieck, man?!”

You both turn to see a very drunk, very disheveled Marcel being carried out of the bar by Porco and Colt. Colt turns around, looking fresh as daisy, not a single line or wrinkle on his face; his skin smoother than a baby’s ass. He flashes an apologetic grin and lets go of Marcel, walking towards the two of you with utmost confidence. Porco crashes into a table because Marcel might as well be the most cumbersome person on the planet at this moment.

“This is probably the worst time to ask, but do you think I could use your study guides for my class tomorrow? I didn’t have time to throw anything together because Pieck and I were settling into our new apartment.”

Zeke wants to die right then and there. Zeke, who lives in a studio apartment with a chinchilla named Robert. Zeke, who will never own any form of home in his life. Zeke, who’s skincare routine will never make up for years of smoking and sitting in the sun.

“Wow! That’s so cool, Colt!” you pipe up, wrapping an arm around Zeke. He leans into you, desperately trying to disappear. He wants you to make the situation go away, to wrap it up with a little bow and toss it out a window.

“It’s a lot of work getting all that furniture into the penthouse that’s for sure.”

“I can imagine,” you reply eagerly, making up for Zeke’s awkwardness.

Colt just stands there grinning.

The lull in the conversation is too much for Zeke bear. He realizes he needs to open his mouth and speak.

“Uh, you can use my study guides.”

“Oh thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” Colt turns around to see the nuclear disaster that is the Galliard brothers. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to take care of that,” he laughs. “Let’s do dinner sometime!”

Once Colt is out of earshot Zeke falls to pieces.

“Let’s do an execution sometime, Colt. Just boil me alive, send me to the boats.”

Zeke notices the quizzical look you give him and tosses his head back and groans.

“It’s a form of execution where you trap someone between two boats—row boats not ocean liners.” He knows you all too well, your perception prone to the absurd. “And you force feed them milk and honey, and you cover them with it too. And then you leave them to fester and rot in the sun like in a lake or a river.” He coughs. “Death doesn’t come quickly obviously. Flies lay eggs in your wounds, feasting upon your infected flesh. Mosquitos rise from the putrid water and buzz around you. Your body decays right before your eyes.”

“Uh,” is all you can manage to spit out.

He can’t hide his disappointment, and avoids your gaze.

“I know something that’ll cheer you up.”

“What?” he asks.

“Wanna see some dick pics?”

Zeke’s attention is thoroughly piqued. He clears his throat, trying to mask his blatant curiosity.

“Sure. Whose do you have?”

You smirk. “I got everyone.”

“Do you go around showing these to everyone?”

Zeke panics remembering the series of dick pics he sent you one night after smoking two blunts by himself. So many different angles and his face was definitely in a few of them.

“Oh god no, I don’t show them to anyone.”

He bathes in a sea of relief.

“Okay good. Let me see.”

You pull out your phone and go to your hidden photos. A barrage of dicks show up on the screen all in various states of turgidity.

‘Wait, I want to see mine first.”

“Fine. Weirdo.”

You scroll down to find a picture of Zeke’s hard cock. A solid six inches. Circumcised. A few veins running along the length of it, more on the green side. It’s framed by curly, untrimmed, flaxen pubic hair which suddenly Zeke is weirdly self conscious about. He can’t help but wonder if Colt has untamed pubes.

“Should I wax?”

You look at him like he has three heads.

“What? No. I like them even if they get caught in my teeth occasionally.”

You pinch his cheek and Zeke lets out a little “phew”. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you told him otherwise. The idea of ripping out his body hair terrifies him. Shaving’s bad enough, the resulting emotional anguish a burden he struggles to bear. He might die if he added physical pain into the mix.

“I appreciate the angles,” you say. “It’s artistic. The lighting hits the cum dripping off the tip perfectly.”

Zeke basks in the light of your praise.

“Nice and erect, not floppy and flaccid. It’s one of my favorites.”

He shivers at the thought of sending you a photo of his limp dick. He’s a grower, not a shower, a fact that left him feeling inadequate if he thought too hard about it.

It was seemingly unfounded. You never expressed any displeasure when you’d pull his cock out of his pants and see it in its flaccid state. No hint of judgment when you got down on your knees and sucked him off. Just pure, unadulterated joy.

“Gimme a name.”

“Let’s see the birthday boy.”

You pull up a poorly lit photo of an incredibly erect cock. No veins, very smooth with an even coloring. Zeke notices he’s uncircumcised and tries to convince himself that his dick being circumcised makes him a better person than Bertholdt.

“It’s very long,” you say, zooming in on the dick and scrolling down. “Not super thick though.”

“I’m not impressed.”

Zeke takes pride in his cock being thicker than Bertholdt’s.

“Can I ask why you have a pic of his dick?”

“He was drunk and meant to send it to Annie.”

“And you kept it?”

“Hey, whoa. I did ask.”

Zeke gives you a quizzical look. He is having trouble discerning the situation at hand and it makes him feel like he’s dying. You pat his back.

“I was like, ‘Bertl, can I keep this?’ And he was like, ‘If you feel so compelled.’ And let me tell you... I was compelled.”

“Next one,” Zeke says, glaring at the dick on your phone screen.

“Okay,” you flip through your photos, “Porco.”

You hold up your phone, showing Zeke a still image of Porco furiously masturbating on the bathroom floor.

“D—did he set up a timer on his phone?”

“Yeah, grandpa, welcome to the 21st century. We’re happy to have you.”

“You’re two years younger than me, grandma.”

You stick your tongue out at him and zoom in on Porco’s cock. His cock curves upward quite a bit, veiny but not nearly as veiny as Zeke’s. The tip is a pearlescent pink. Porco managed to catch himself in the middle of his orgasm, cum spurting upward like a geyser.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“Cum looks a little thin, watery even.”

Zeke wants to tack on that his cum is more robust, but he realizes how pathetic it is to brag about.

“I like it when it’s thicker. Like if someone is going to come on me I wanna feel it splatter on my skin, you know?”

Zeke doesn’t know.

“Yeah I get that,” he lies.

“I appreciate the action of the shot, but it’s too busy. I see a bottle of Acqua di Gio on his bathroom counter. His plunger is in the background. I don’t like that his bathroom rug is orange.”

Zeke could hear you talk shit about Porco’s nudes all day.

“You lookin’ at Porco’s nudes?”

Reiner slides into the other side of the booth. He’s pretty drunk, skin a little pink, but he seems mostly there.

“Has everyone seen them?” Zeke asks in a panic.

“No. I overheard you guys talking,” he chastises. “You guys are really harsh critics.”

“I have standards, Reiner.”

“If people can be film critics, why not dick critics?” Zeke asks, genuinely wanting an answer.

“Hey!” You smack Reiner’s arm. “Can I show Zeke your dick?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t. I’m not an artist, but I’ve been told I have an eye for color,” he brags.

Zeke rolls his eyes. “Hush. Let’s see the dick.”

You pull up Reiner’s dick on your phone. It’s a lower body shot, just his torso and cock in view, it’s standing straight up. His body is framed by his earth toned bedding that makes his skin look divine. He’s statuesque, like a Greek god.

“Check out my cum gutters.”

“Reiner,” you exclaim. “Gross!”

“So Zeke, what do you think?” Reiner asks eagerly.

“Impressive,” Zeke chokes out. “Very nice.”

Zeke’s ready to move on. Reiner’s color coordinating bodybuilder nudes make him want to wear clothes for the rest of his life. He pictures himself dressed in his pajamas, standing in the middle of his shower, arms crossed, looking absolutely miserable.

“Hm, I think that’s all I have. Wait. Oh my god, I forgot I have your brother’s.”

Zeke is conflicted. On one hand he feels protective of Eren and wants to destroy your phone, preserving Eren’s honor. But on the other he wants to rip Eren’s head off for sending you a picture of his dick.

“I have one!” Reiner pipes up.

“Whose?” Zeke and you ask in unison.

“Colt’s.”

You start to shake your head. “No, no more dick pics. We’re done for the night.”

“No,” Zeke says, clenching his jaw. “Let’s see Colt Grice’s cock.”

You toss your head back and stare at the ceiling, preparing yourself for Zeke’s reaction. Reiner winces, realizing his mistake. But still he pulls out his phone.

“Why do you have a picture of his dick?” you ask.

“He needed a creative consultant,” he replies plainly.

Reiner goes through his phone and breathes heavily. He looks up from his phone, his lips a flat line, and he holds up Colt’s dick pic.

It’s a full body shot of Colt. His cock is thick and long, the same look and size as Zeke’s. He grabs Reiner’s phone and stares at Colt’s throbbing erection. It’s taken in his bathroom and unlike Porco's, his counter is organized, only a small bottle of expensive hand soap lurking in the corner. His dick is the perfect shade of pink, the head of his cock picturesque. It’s smooth, but not in a creepy way. It’s like it was sculpted by Rodin, rock hard and tremendous.

“Oh my god. His pubes are so trim,” Zeke mutters.

His hand shakes and he drops the phone. Reiner grabs it, slips it into his pocket, and looks away from Zeke. The three of you sit in silence, the only sounds coming from the party.

“Is something wrong, Zeke?” you ask. “You’re sweating.”

Zeke doesn’t say anything. There isn’t anything to say. This isn’t something that can be buffed away with pity. The wounds inflicted are too deep. The pain radiating through his being will never cease. There will be no relief from his festering inadequacy. Happiness and hope for the future are rendered foreign concepts.

The man is irreparably damaged.

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nixie-writes-aot · 1 year

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goddd porco is. So. Hot. Can i request porco and a fem reader with bratting?

Porco + Brat Taming

Warnings: nsfw, bratting/brat taming, degradation, impact play, hair pulling, begging, daddy kink

Pairing: Porco Galliard x female reader

Author's Note: Lots of Porco love today hdndkdn. Galliard in general, I have a req for Marcel too also yes this is depraved hdbdjs

"Thats right." Porco grunted, slamming his cock into you, his hand pulling your head back by your hair.

You were moaning, feeling each harsh snap of his hips that drove his cock into that one spot. Your sweet spot. His voice deep with a rough edge to it as he growled in your ear. You gripped the edge of the desk you were bent over.

"Fucking brat." He hissed, "So goddamned tight around my cock like a whore."

"Y-your whore!" You squeaked, gasping.

Porco chuckled, "Yeah? You're my whore now? That right?" You nodded fervently in response, a whine slipping past your lips.

Porco slapped your ass with his ither hand, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock as he did, a louder moan ripping itself from your mouth. He had decided that he'd fuck obedience into you. After the little stunt with his football team. After you nearly ratted him out to the captain of the team. Accidently, you had sworn.

"You little fucking rat." Porco huffed, "Trying to make this easier on yourself, yeah?"

"Fuck!" You gasped, feeling him slap your ass again but harder.

"Give me a fucking answer, bitch." Porco demanded.

Yiu nodded, "Y-yes! Fuck! Daddy, please! I'm sorry! I'll behave next time, I'll be good!" You begged, voice shrill.

"Fuck, you bet your ass you will. Pretty little slut, sobbing on Daddy's cock, hm?" He mocked.

"Yes! Fuck! Wanna cum, Daddy!" You were practically sobbing, really.

"Then do it. Fucking cum on my cock." Porco grunted, his cock not letting up on that sweet spot of yours. Porco never did.

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Everything I Could Never Say

Porco Galliard x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you knew." & "Fall in love with someone that inspires you."

Someone You Loved: Featuring the Soldier

Porco Galliard had been acquainted with death all his life.

He’d never personally gotten very close to death but many of the most important people in his life had been taken away. Death was like a friend of a friend that you’ve never quite liked but never been able to leave behind. Though, Porco supposes that choosing a life in the military wasn’t the smartest choice if he hoped to avoid death.

From his brother Marcel who died when he was twelve during an accident to his best friend Pieck who died when he was twenty one during their first deployment. The countless soldiers he’s fought side by side with seemingly nothing but nameless faces in the wind.

And now, it seems, you.

Porco can’t help but feel awkward as he stands at the entrance. There’s a light drizzle in the sky yet it does nothing to cool the weather. It’s humid and Porco’s suit sticks to him. It also doesn't help that his arms and legs ache from the long flight. He’d been working out in hopes of getting the stress out but it seems as though his stress has come back full force in the shape of both mental and physical anguish.

Your parents had invited him to the service the day before but he hadn’t been able to get the time off. At least he’d be able to attend with everyone else. Actually, it’s quite fitting because while Porco had been close with you growing up he feels as though you’re almost a stranger now.

It’s a horrible thing to realize and even more devastating to think about yet seems almost fitting.

The woman standing at the counter greets him with a slight nod of her head as she asks for his name.

She hands Porco a badge and name tag.

It’s not his name that’s been written down.

Of course it was something like this. Something you would have loved. Not just would Porco not know anyone there but he wouldn’t be able to pretend to know them either. You always did seem to find amusement over stupid little things like this. But it was one of the things he loved about you.

The room’s larger than it looks. It’s white and round, with photos lined up across the walls. It looks more like an art exhibit than what it really is. But you would have liked it that way. In fact, Porco wouldn’t be all too surprised to hear that you planned this all out yourself.

The horrible ache in his arms and leg suddenly doesn't seem to bother him as much. The pain suddenly seems so little. So little compared to the aching in his chest.

He never realised how much he missed you.

It’s as though all those feelings he’d pushed down suddenly came rushing back and crashing down. The world around him is spinning and he can’t seem to catch his breath. He wants to run out but his feet don’t move. It’s hard to focus his eyes and he has to squint to look at the photo in front of him.

The man in the frame looks deeply concentrated on something in front of him. The camera’s capture him from his profile and highlights the ginamours background behind him. The spotlights seemed to have all turned to point at him, as if saying that ‘here is the main character. Watch him succeed’. Porco thinks that he can almost hear the cheers and feel the anticipation of the crowd as they wait for something incredible to happen.

You chose not the moment before or after but right then, before the world comes crashing down. Like the deep breath right before a storm. The words ‘with baited breath we await the storm’ are engraved at the bottom.

It’s… a nice photo.

Porco wonders if there’s one of him too.

What you might have written down for him.

His erratic heart seems to find some calm in the photos you’ve left behind. No, he thinks, they aren’t photos but rather art. The blood, sweat and tears that you gave in hopes of leaving something greater than you behind. The pieces of you that would forever stay here in the world of the living. Did you regret leaving something as amazing as this behind? Did you regret leaving-

The photo of him surprises him. Porco remembers the day you took that very one. He remembers how you pestered him for the entirety of the day in hopes that he would go with you to see the fireworks. How excited you were because your parents had finally gotten you the camera you had been begging for.

You had wanted to take a photo of the starry sky and light show.

And Porco had been in such a bad mood that day.

He’d been upset about something stupid his brother had done and wouldn’t do anything productive until Marcel apologised. Of course Marcel never apologised and you had done almost everything you could to make him smile.

Actually, now that Porco thinks about it, he doesn't think you ever did see the fireworks that day. After taking that photo you had left, your cheeks flushed red.

Truthfully, Porco thinks he looks a little… cute. Of course he looks every bit of the snot-nosed brat but even brats can be adorable children.

The words ‘Take 574’ are plastered beneath its portrait.

He once told you that he believed there were exactly 574 stars in the sky. Of course, being an adult, Porco now knows that there are millions (if not billions) of stars in the sky but that number had been so large. One of the largest numbers he had been able to count up to back then. It’s funny to think how small the world seemed to the two of you.

Back when Porco thought that it would only always just be the two of you.

He used to think that that was how the world would always be. Him, you and everyone else.

It’s a shame that life did not allow it to progress the way he had hoped it would. Though, that’s likely mostly to the fault of him. He’s almost certain both yours and his lives would have been different if Porco had…

“You’re that boy from the earlier photos, the Soldier, aren’t you?”

Porco turns to see the Mentalist. A man with dual coloured hair split straight down the middle. You talked about him quite a bit in your letters. About his brilliant mind and how thrilled you were when he had chosen to take you under his wing.

Looking at him now, Porco isn’t all too sure why you were so enamoured with him. Sure, he has a flashy appearance but he doesn't seem to exude the same brilliance you spoke of. Perhaps it’s just perspective? Though Porco has always been rather biased when it comes to the Mentalist. Afterall, why would you need to be tutored by someone in a different profession?

“Yeah.” Porco gives the Mentalist a slight nod, “how’d you know? Most people are surprised when they learn it’s me in those photos.”

The Mentalist smiles, “you have the same eyes.”

Porco raises a brow.

“And the same expressions.” Adds a newcomer.

The pair turn to see a white haired man. Porco instantly recognizes him as the Athlete. He’s shorter than Porco would have expected. Average height for an average person but definitely short for a professional athlete. He has startling eyes, something akin to a bird, and a very loud voice.

Porco recognizes him, not because of his exotic features or fame but because of you. He was, afterall, your latest muse. Or rather… last muse.

The Mentalist turns to look at the newcomer, a curious look in his eyes, “the Athlete?”

The Athlete flushes, “I was never really a fan of that title.”

“Why so?’ Asks the Mentalist.

“Because it always felt so…” the Athlete trails off, looking into the distance towards a photo of you.

“Different from who you felt you were?” Suggest Porco.

“Yeah.” says the Athlete, his gaze still glued to your photo.

Porco eyes follow the Athlete’s. He’s surprised that they managed to find such a recent photo of you. Actually, he’s surprised they managed to find one of you at all. You always did prefer to be behind the lens. It captures that youthful glow Porco remembers you having. You don’t have dirt in your hair or the baby fat that lingered into your early teens, but you have all the same warmth and excitement.

“You know, those are the titles she picked for you,” the Mentalist smiles, though it doesn't reach his eyes, “I think she would have wanted you to look a little deeper into it.”

Porco snorts, “and what’s yours supposed to mean, Mentalist?”

“Well, I’m a magician, aren’t I? She was always very impressed by my extraordinary mental prowess.” The Mentalist smirks though Porco can see the sadness in his eyes, “though when she said it, she always meant eccentric. Considered calling it ‘the Mad Man’ at some point.”

Perhaps he had been too quick to judge him. Afterall, this man had chosen to go to your funeral and final exhibition. This man clearly, at one point, cared about you. This man, despite seeming to be everything Porco stands against, stands here trying to smile because he knows it’s what you would have wanted.

Porco tries his best to muster up a smile, “she wanted to call mine ‘the Brat.’”

The eyes of his two companions seem to fill up with laughter.

The Athlete eventually clears his throat, “did you two know her well?”

“Not as well as I’d like to.” Says the Mentalist.

“At one point,” Porco shrugs, “did you?”

“I’m not sure.” Answers the Athlete.

“Well you’re here so you must have meant something to her.” says Porco.

“And she must have meant something to you.” Adds the Mentalist.

Porco has always wondered what kind of person you turned out to be. The you he remembers is one who always chased after him. A clumsy girl that was scared of almost everything. Did you fall in love easily? Did you stand up for what you believed in? Until now, Porco never really realised how much uncertainty there was surrounding you.

Though, what he does know for certain is that you must have been brilliant. Why else would all these people have come for you?

“So, what’s ‘the Athlete’ supposed to mean?” Asks the Mentalist.

“Oh,” the Athlete flushes, “well it’s actually a bit of an inside joke, I think.”

The Mentalist turns his head to the side, “you think?”

“Well, she always talked about how she admired athletes. Talked about how she loved the way they ‘sparked’. Honestly, I’m surprised she chose me in the end.” There's a small smile that forms in the corner of the Athlete’s mouth, “I guess she couldn’t help but be impressed when she watched me play.”

Porco fights the urge to roll his eyes.

Not at the Athlete’s expense but yours.

Of course you have a type.

“Have any of you talked to the others?” Asks Porco.

“The others?” Questions the Athlete.

The Mentalist turns to look around the room, “the other Muses?”

“Oh,” says the Athlete, “no. Honestly I’m not really familiar with anyone else here. She never really spoke about the other… muses.” The word muse both sounds foreign from the Athlete’s mouth and feels foreign in Porco’s ears. “I’m basically a stranger to everyone else here. What about the two of you?”

“I’m in the same boat as you.” says Porco.

Then they both turn towards the Mentalist.

The Mentalist shrugs, “she always did like her distance.”

And Porco hates how true that statement seems to be and how deep it really sinks.

While the two of you had spent your developmental years together the other half of your life had been spent with you exploring the rest of the world while Porco slaved away in the army. Sure, the two of you exchanged letters but those could never be compared to the raw expressions and emotions that someone had whe face to face with another. A perfectly crafted collage of words and sentences that you’ve chosen to construct in order to create the perfect image that you know he would like to see.

Did he ever really know you at all?

Did either of these two?

Did any of these countless people?

Your distance had always been Porco’s least favourite thing about you. But distance seemed like such a little thing when compared to the vastness of everything else that made you, you. The distance was what made you, you.

The distance between you and Porco was one he could never quite bridge. So he could only ever love you from afar and wonder what it might be like to hear you call out his name. In the middle of a night after a nightmare; in the middle of the day for something mundane; in anger after the midst of an argument; and after the argument with remorse.

Fall in love with someone you knew.

---

Everything I Could Never Say

‘Stay.’

The first painting Porco has ever completed took three years from start to end. He’d always been interested in painting when he was young and dabbled in the art when he entered high school but wouldn’t truly indulge in the art until you left. All the time he’d spent with you would eventually become all the time he’d have to devote to his new hobbies.

For the longest time, the finished painting lay collecting dust in the back of his closet. He was never really pleased with the finished product but never truly found the heart to throw it away.

Eventually, the painting managed to make its way into the hands of an art collector. Porco’s mother had been having a yard sale and he had convinced his mother to throw the piece in with the other items. Someone clearly must have been impressed with the work because he’d soon find himself swept up in a whirlwind.

Now, the painting hangs up against a large white wall.

You’re standing at the edge of the doorframe, in the painting, a warm smile on your face. Your foot is out the door but your head is turned back as if waiting to hear one last message. As if waiting for one last thing. Your eyes are soft as you take everything in for the last time.

It’s Porco’s childhood home that he’s painted you in, recognizable with the ugly stain on the side of the door and messy rack of shoes that’s been pushed up against the wall.

Back then, Porco wanderers if you might have stayed in there just a moment longer if you had known it would be your last time ever seeing the place. And, if you had stayed a moment longer would those words at the tip of his tongue ever be said?

Would he have been able to utter that single word that lay at the tip of his tongue?

No.

Even if you had stayed just a moment longer he knows he would have never said those words. He couldn’t. Not because he was afraid of the rejection but because he knew you would stay if he asked. That a single word from him was all that it would have taken to change the very course of your lives.

But you were never meant for such mundane things.

You were meant to see the world - and how could he be the reason why you’d never get to experience that? The world was meant to see you - and how could he deny the world someone as amazing as you?

---

‘I missed you.’

The second painting was made years after the first. Years after Porco had already mastered and perfected his craft.

He’d been going through a slump when he bumped into you. The both of you happened to be visiting your childhood homes at the same time when you stumbled into one another. Porco had been going for a morning run while you (as usual) were out with your camera. It was almost nostalgic.

You’d been so happy that you practically strong armed him into going to a breakfast joint with you.

So much more grown up then you had been before, yet still with that spark in your eyes. The same bright expression yet your smile seemed to hold so much more wisdom behind it. Ideas and phrases that he’d never imagined you’d say before.

So familiar, yet different.

And that’s where he paints you.

Somewhere in between the state of familiarity and unknown.

There, in the breakfast diner, with a tired smile. You’re resting your head on your arms as you tell stories about the life you’ve managed to live without him. And it feels so different from words on a page. It feels real yet imaginary at the same time.

The slump he’d been going through had seemingly evaporated as he got to work on that painting of you that very afternoon.

Seeing how much you’ve changed back them seemed to set something off in him. It was a good kind of change. One that shows you've grown a lot from the immature and young person you had been before. That life has changed you for the better. It’s the kind of change that everyone goes through at one point but something you never notice until the change has occurred beneath your noses and now you’re a different person.

You’re a different person. Changed. And that thought made Porco happy yet sad at the same time.

And those words lingering in the back of his mind stay. Not because he can’t bring himself to say them but because they only stand to make all the change that has happened seem more real. Seem so… less imaginary. He’s scared that sadness will become the forefront of his mind if he allows himself to utter those words. So he doesn't. So he didn’t.

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‘Why not?’

Barely a week after Porco’s finished the second painting does he come up with the idea for this one. Refamiliarizing yourselves with one another is an easier process than Porco would have thought. You fit like puzzle pieces. At first he’d been scared that you’d be much too different but he supposes that he had always been quite the pessimist. It’s not as if distance could have changed someone so much. Or at least not someone like you.

Porco’s decided to invite you to the bar, seeing as how you seemed to be experiencing a slump similar to one that he had just the week before.

A fresh environment is always a good way to spark some inspiration - and there’s no harm in a few drinks here and there. Or at least that was what Porco thought before he actually brought you there.

You’re five drinks in with two hours of complaining.

Love has never come easily to most and you had certainly not been an expectation. And that difficulty had brought Porco a long list of complaints and woes about the various troubles you’ve found yourself with.

And it’s this tired and troubled expression that Porco decides to paint you with. It’s so different from the other wistful expressions Porco has made and so different from anything that he’s ever seen you with. It’s refreshing and reminds him that, like him, you’re still young and learning. That there’s also so much life that you have yet to live as well. Of course, there’s still a softness in your eyes.

There always will be, he thinks.

The bar in the background is buzzing with action and Porco tries his best to capture everything. The people dancing in the background, despite no music playing. The bartender swiftly attends to everyone there while the waitress seamlessly moves through the crowd.

And Porco, who has grown weary from listening to your complaints can only think about you. About how he still feels so strongly about you despite knowing that you’ve changed from the innocent and naive girl he knew before. He thinks about how your hand would feel if you were to just reach out and grab it.

He thinks you’d blush bashfully but wouldn’t pull away. Porco has always known of his affect on you and is happy to see that that hasn’t changed.

But he can’t bring himself to ask you to give him a chance. Like before the words just don’t seem to leave his mouth. He can’t see the benefits of risking what you already have for something uncertain. Especially if it doesn't work out.

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‘You’re my inspiration.’

The fourth painting is created two weeks after the second and third.

Porco’s mother had heard you were in town and basically forced Porco to invite you to dinner before you head out for some other foreign country. You’d been commissioned by some famous singer to take photos of them for their next concert and you were never one to turn down such an exciting job.

You’d leave as early as next Monday but before that you would attend dinner with Porco and his parents.

The dinner was short and mostly filled with subtle hints from his mother that the two of you should get together. Parents always did that, didn’t they? Put their heads into a situation when they think that two individuals would fit together instead of trying to read the room and see why they aren’t. But Porco can blame his mother, not when she looks so happy talking to you.

Eventually, you head into this room (though it’s more like a studio) and see the first three paintings he’s made.

Porco would have thought you’d been weirded out if not a little uncomfortable but you were ecstatic. He daresay inspired. Thinking back on it he supposes that you, being an artist yourself, saw it more as a mutual and professional relationship rather than something romantic and personal.

You told him that he’d be able to make it professional. That his work would go on to be more popular than your own.

Then, for the first time in years, you ask him to take a photo.

Porco paints you with a bright smile. An excited one that resembles the ones you used to always have when you were young. You can’t see the top half of your face as you hold a camera up towards the viewers but anyone looking can tell that looking at him (or the viewer) with a warmth that’s reserved only for those that you hold in the highest regard.

Back then, Porco wondered if you thought about those paintings of his when you left. If you wondered about the other people he might have painted or the other things that might have inspired him.

If you knew that you inspired him.

He never found himself able to tell you that himself. It was simply… too embarrassing. Or at least back then it had been too embarrassing. Now he wonders how you might have reacted if you knew in the first place.

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‘Would you like to dance?’

A year after your brief meeting in your hometown Porco receives an invitation to your latest showcase. It’s a traditional sort of galla in commemoration of your latest Muse, ‘The Dancer’. Porco doesn't know much about the dancer - just that you happened to meet them while photographing the wedding and were taken aback.

Porco had only decided to attend because the gala was being held close to where he happened to be staying.

And here is where he takes the inspiration for the fifth painting.

Everyone, including you, is wearing masks and beautiful flowing clothes. The women are in bright dresses and the men in warmly coloured tuxedos. The dress code had been formal but Porco hadn’t been expecting something like this. Porco had gone to the gala wearing a dark green suit, his military uniform.

He’s given strange looks but the only gaze that really matters is the one from you.

He paints you from the side as you stare off into the crowd. Your clothing is breezier and lighter than what the others around you are wearing and it matches the green Porco has decided to wear. You’re staring out onto the dance floor but all Porco can see is you.

Your hands are behind you back in the painting. As if you’re peacefully staring out at something scarene.

And here, Porco wonders if you want to head out onto the floor. He wonders if you’d take his hand and dance with him. Everyone here seems to be watching you with baited breath but they don’t seem to come any closer. A distance between you and everyone else.

Would you want to dance with him?

He wonders if you even know he’s there.

But you have always been like this. The kind of person to get so swept up into a single moment. Unaware of everything else around you.

Or course, Porco never does manage to ask you to dance. But how could he? Not while you were looking at someone else the way he looked at you.

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‘I love you.’

The last painting of you is the last moment Porco had spent with you before everything had come crashing down. But it isn’t painted after that moment. It isn’t painted for years and years. It isn’t painted until then.

The canvas is a mixture of blacks and dark blues with a brilliant array of colourful stars.

You’re standing waist deep in water with you back to the audience staring up at the dark sky being filled with splashes and blurs of colour. Bright pinks, blues, yellows and greens. Momentary flashes of colour that have come to be known as fireworks. Porco tried his best to capture the awe and amazement despite not being able to see your face.

You dragged Porco to the late night carnevil to see the fireworks. The two of you had agreed to meet up a year before but Porco hadn’t been expecting to stay here this late into the night.

The two of you had somehow ended up falling into the water when the fireworks had begun.

It was a brilliant moment.

You loved the flash of colour in the sky.

Porco loved the flash of life he saw in your eyes.

And after that night Porco had planned on painting this picture of you immediately. But then… he got sick. And then life got in the way. One major mission and then another life event. And another day of rest would push it onto the next agenda and so fourth.

And it isn’t until he hears the horrible news that the world around him seems to slow.

No, his world had halted.

In all the pain and misery, Porco finally emerges with this piece of you. A cumulation of his blood, sweat and tears. A cumulation of everything he never managed to say. The three words that he wishes he could have at least told you once.

And it’s strange.

Back then, he’d never been able to say those words - and he doesn't think he ever would have even if things had been different. He’d have never been able to say those words because he knew that you never felt the same way that he had.

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“Who is she?” Asks a young girl.

Porco thinks that she reminds him of you. Sure her appearance and clothing is different but she has that same wonderfilled and innocent smile you did when you were in the springtime of your youth. So bold and excited for the world that you’ve yet to meet.

And Porco smiles, “someone I loved.”

Fall in love with someone that inspires you.

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