So I don't really know this ship at all, but I will try my best <3
Who’s the cuddler:
Pieck. She just lays on Porco at any given opportunity. He definitely takes it in his stride, hands going into her hair the moment her head is on his lap.
Who makes the bed:
Porco, he's a little more structured and enjoys a nice fresh bed.
Who wakes up first:
Porco. He sneaks out and tries his best not to wake her up but he does always make her a coffee when he hears her get out of bed.
Who has the weird taste in music:
Pieck. I don't know why I just feel like she's a little more adventurous with music than Porco who just listens to the same bands and radio station.
Who is more protective:
Porco. Just because he doesn't trust other guys and is always there to back his girl.
Who sings in the shower:
Both. They are both shower singers. Porco has a dedicated shower playlist but Pieck listens to stuff that expresses her mood.
Who cries during movies:
Both but Porco will try his best to hide it, but he looks at Pieck and breaks down because shes crying too.
Who spends the most while out shopping:
Pieck. She doesn't look at the price as much as Porco, and by the time shes at the checkout it's too late.
Who kisses more roughly:
Pieck. She knows what she wants and Porco is a gentleman. He does press the kiss sometimes, but it's usually Pieck.
Who is more dominant:
Porco. There's not much in it though.
By rating of the ship from 1-10:
Honestly I looked through some fan art and they're extremely cute!
A solid 8/10 ship on first findings but they need to decide on a ship name <3
I’ve been writing this ship for like 9 months and i still don’t know what the proper ship name is
Ours
Gallipieck. Canonverse.
1126 words.
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After everything is over and done with, it’s difficult to tell who has really won. Both sides have lost too many to count, and the claim of victory feels like a hollow one no matter whose mouth it comes from. At the same time, it feels untrue to say that they’ve lost when the war is finally over, and they no longer have to fight. Porco can’t say that they’ve won or lost, but he can say that they’re finally done. No longer is he a warrior or a weapon; he is his own man now, free to pursue his own dreams.
They don’t speak about the path about Reiner chose, and they choose to forget about the things that Zeke had done. As for Annie, no one has heard from her since the end of the war. The last time anyone had seen her, she was drifting around the world allowing the wind to take her wherever it went. Porco doesn’t know about Paradis and the Eldians who lived on there, whether they’re happy with the outcome or dissatisfied. He does his best not to think about the island and the monsters they created there. He stays in Liberio, one of the few survivors who chooses to do so, and allows himself to heal.
He doesn’t ask her to stay, but Pieck also remains behind.
“Not because I want to,” she tells him jokingly, “but because it’s getting way too hard to walk on these useless legs of mine.” When he runs a hand up and down her thigh, she smiles.
“I could carry you,” he murmurs into her shoulder, but she only laughs. He brushes her hair back, but it’s still as messy as ever. “Where do you want to go?”
“Oh, I’ll just stay here with you,” she says, settling against his chest. While he’s gotten used to the weight of her from all the time she’s leaned against him, she feels lighter somehow.
They’ll never be okay, but they learn to heal with each other.
When Pieck reaches out, Porco catches her before she falls. When he has nightmares, Pieck is the one to wake him. She never has to ask why he was stirring or crying in his sleep. She always holds him without another word, stroking his hair and telling him that everything is fine now because she’s here and suddenly he can calm down. He’s easily startled by loud, sudden noises, but Pieck is always there to hold his hand and assure him that everything is fine. And when he’s with her, admiring the setting sun at the end of the day, he finds that the world is even more beautiful than he ever noticed.
Pieck is never able to walk without crutches again. There are days when even standing up properly is more difficult than others, but he’s always there for her if she needs a shoulder to lean on and she smiles more often than she ever did. Her hair is always messy because she’s never gotten into the habit of brushing it, but she lets Porco run a brush through her hair sometimes if he really insists. On some rare occasions, she even puts it into a low ponytail similar to one she used to wear when she was younger. She never talks about the past or the limited future they have, but she always talks about the present with Porco – how nice it is to be here, how nice it is to be with him, and how beautiful the world is.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks him. “Because it’s ours now.”
He thinks this is true and that nothing can take this away from him. It’s only when he finds Pieck vomiting in the early morning that he remembers that this happiness, even if it is theirs for the time being, is fleeting. Like all things, it will soon be taking away.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she tells him with a weak smile that doesn’t fool him for a bit. While she does eat after that, she hardly keeps any of the food down and when she does eat, she wrinkles her nose as if she can’t stand the smell of the food at all.
It gets worse after that. She’s usually tired, but it seems she’s always exhausted now. She never leaves the room if she can help it and if she does, she tries to sit down as soon as possible. If she can lay down, that’s even better. She complains about her body aching – her feet hurting, her stomach cramping, and her limbs feeling immovable. He thinks she surely must be dying.
“We could go to a doctor,” he says even though he fears it’s too late.
She reaches up to caress his face. “I’ll be fine, Pokko,” she says with a tired smile. “Don’t worry.”
But he worries anyway because it’s the only thing he can do now. He schedules the appointment as soon as possible, getting into arguments with both the secretary and the doctor because they can’t book a checkup fast enough for him. He’s far more worried about it than Pieck is. He should be the one holding her hand and assuring her that everything will be alright, but it’s the other way around. When Pieck is torn away from him, whisked away to the doctor’s room to be poked and prodded and inspected, Porco paces back and forth in the waiting room as he waits for the results.
“Mr. Galliard,” the doctor begins, but Porco doesn’t even wait for him to finish.
He rushes in, running to Pieck where she lays on the examination desk. He cradles her face in his hands but is surprised to see that she’s smiling at him. Confused, he searches her face for an answer but finds none. “What is it?” he asks her, but no words come out when she opens her mouth. She simply places her hands on his, shaking her head as she smiles.
“If you had let me finish, Mr. Galliard,” the doctor coughs from the doorway. He lets the door close shut behind him. The doctor walks to them, fixing his tie and clearing his throat once more. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations to the both of you.”
Now it’s his turn to be speechless. Even if he had words, he knows they would never be able to speak them because he’s so overwhelmed, so instead, he kisses Pieck hard on the mouth, holding her tightly because this is better than he could have ever imagined.
“Why are you crying?” Pieck teases, wiping away a tear he didn’t even know he was shedding.
“Because,” he whispers. He takes her hand and presses her fingers to his lips. “It’s ours.”
Could you please write some pokkupikku? Thank you 💕
Sometimes they just need to hug everything out 💕
Can You Hold Me
GalliPieck. Canonverse.
544 words.
He didn’t leave his room after the ship from Paradis returned. He lay in his bed, rotting away as he mourned the loss of his brother, even though he knew from the very beginning that Marcel would never return. It was a plan that was years to plans and even more years to carry out but one that held too many risks and hardly any reward, at least for them. They might as well have sent those four warriors away in coffins. It would have been just the same, Porco thinks.
He doesn’t stir when the door to his room opens. He simply closes his eyes, hoping that whoever has walked in will leave him alone once they believe he’s sleeping. He recognizes the footsteps though – light and quiet like the person is gliding across the floor instead of walking. It’s Pieck. She’ll be too stubborn to leave him even if he was really sleeping. He might as well just admit that he’s awake right now, but he doesn’t feel like talking to her at all. Instead, he squeezes his eyes tighter, curling up and turning so that he doesn’t have to face her.
“I know you’re awake,” she tells him. She walks over to the other side of the bed, kneeling so that she can look at his face. Her hand touches his face gently, wiping away a tear from his cheek. “Are you going to hide here forever?”
He rolls onto his other side. Before this, he would have lashed out at her, perhaps yelled at her leave him alone, but now he just doesn’t have the energy for that. He just wants to be allowed this time to mourn the loss of his Marcel.
“I don’t want to talk right now, Pieck,” he sighs. Even just these simple words make him feel more exhausted. His lungs feel heavy, his body numb. It’s strange how he can feel this way and yet not fall asleep. He could do with some sleep right now. It might make him forget everything around him for a while.
“Do you want me to leave?” Pieck asks. She hovers at the corner of the bed, somewhere in between taking a seat at the end of his bed or leaving him entirely.
A second ago, he would have said yes. He’s never been one for company while he was drowning himself in his sorrows, but he takes a glance at Pieck and he recognizes the expression on her face. It’s the same one he wears, full of pain and hurt and loss. What a fool he was to believe he was the only one hurting. He may have lost a brother, but she has lost people on that ship as well.
“Can you hold me?” he whispers.
She doesn’t answer. She simply slides into the bed beside him, wrapping her arms around him. He finds comfort and warmth in resting his head on her breast, his own arms around her waist. Her hair brushes against his face, tickling his cheek, but he leaves it there because doesn’t want to leave the solace he finds in her arms. He falls asleep to the sound of her heart, the slow and steady beat reminding him that they have each other.
Here is one inspired from a hc that popped up in the Gallipieck discord. (If it was your hc, please let me know so I can credit you! Thank you :)) It was something like Porco being jealous over Zeke’s relationship with Pieck until he finds out they’re really just friends or something like that ^-^
A Strange Guy
Gallipieck. Modern AU.
1244 words.
He wants to ask if it’s necessary to hang out with Zeke, but he feels like it would be rude to Pieck. She seems to enjoy Zeke’s company even though he’s older than them (just by a year but still) and is always inviting him to eat with them or watch movies. He thinks it might be because Zeke has been her neighbor or since they were both young, but he’s never felt such a bond with Reiner and he’s lived next to the guy his whole life.
“Does he even like hanging out with us?” Porco whispers to her as the trailers begin. He leans over to look at the slumbering figure on Pieck’s other side and frowns. “He’s always sleeping whenever he’s with us. If he’s bored, he shouldn’t come. What’s the point of going to the movies if you’re going to sleep through the entire thing?” It’s not just the movies that Zeke sleeps through. He sleeps when they study. He sleeps when they’re talking on a bench after a walk through the mall. He sleeps after he finishes his meal before them during restaurants. Porco thinks that Zeke must think they’re boring if he sleeps through almost everything they do together.
“He’s just like that,” Pieck tells him, looking at Zeke affectionately. She pats his head gently and turns back to Porco. “He sleeps through everything, even math class. He’s just one of those people who absorbs things even if he’s not awake. It’ll just appear to him a weird dream, probably.”
Porco frowns, not believing that Pieck can make such a silly excuse for her friend. She should know when to admit that her friend is weird.
Porco hates watching people eat. It’s disgusting watching them chew and swallow, especially if they chew with their mouths open. He thinks it’s even more disgusting when people eat disgusting things. He doesn’t understand how Zeke can eat French fries dipped in strawberry smoothies, although Pieck has mentioned that it doesn’t really matter what flavor the smoothie is. As long as it’s sweet, it will do.
“Do you really have to eat it like that?” Porco grumbles as he watches Zeke dip another fry into his drink. “It’s better this way,” Zeke replies, not bothered by how repulsed Porco looks. He pops the French fry in his mouth and munches on it happily. “Isn’t it nice to eat salty things with sweet things?” Pieck says, taking her own fry and dipping it into Zeke’s smoothie. She offers it out to Porco who gives her a disgusted look. “You’re supposed to eat it with ketchup. Ketchup is sweet,” Porco points out. He demonstrates by eating his own fries with ketchup, hoping the two will follow suit. “It’s not really the same though,” Pieck says, popping her smoothie-coated fry into her mouth. She licks the salt from her fingers and smiles. “But if you don’t understand, I guess you never well. But at least Zeke knows.” “It’s delicious,” Zeke says, eating more of the disgusting combination. Porco hates them both for forcing him to eat with such weirdos.
Porco thinks he wouldn’t dislike Zeke so much if the guy were less strange, but even the things Zeke talks about are just plain weird. It’s a pain to be alone with him when they’re both waiting for Pieck. He suspects that Pieck often comes late just to leave Zeke to torture him. “You’re finally awake this time,” Porco says, sitting down next to Zeke as they wait for Pieck to arrive before heading to the movie she wants to watch. It’s some cheesy rom-com with whatever Hollywood star people think is attractive that month. Zeke lifts his head, blinking a bit before resting his eyes on Porco. “Hmm?” he says. Zeke fixes his glasses and pushes them up the bridge of his nose. “I was sleeping actually. I’ve just been learning how to sleep with my eyes open. That way it wouldn’t be rude when we’re all together and I’m sleeping.” He tries hard not to let his jaw fall open. He’s not sure if he should point out that sleeping during any sort of group outing is rude or if he should comment on the whole sleeping-with-your-eyes-open thing (which is admittedly pretty impressive), so he just stares back at Zeke in disbelief. “Guys!” Pieck says, appearing behind them and wrapping her arms around their shoulders. “It’s always so nice seeing my favorite boys getting along so well. Having a nice conversation?” “Yes. Porco is quite the interesting young man,” Zeke tells her even though Porco had hardly said anything. If anyone is interesting, it’s Zeke. And interesting would be a kind word to use to describe him. “Lovely,” Pieck says cheerfully. As soon as they stand up, she loops her arms through theirs and leads them towards the theaters. “I’m glad you two are becoming such good friends!” Porco wants to scoff. As if anyone could be friends with such a strange guy.
There is one thing about Zeke, however, that bothers Porco the most. It’s a thought that’s been hanging in the back of his mind ever since he had gotten to know Pieck and Zeke, but he never knew how to bring it up. He thought the answer would reveal itself after he got to know them both better, but it’s still a mystery to him. At one point it’s too much for him to keep to himself, so he finds himself asking Zeke, “Why aren’t you going out with Pieck?”
Zeke turns to Porco, a confused look on his face. He looks like he’s just woken up again, but that’s not really a surprise. “Going out with Pieck?” Zeke repeats. He’s stunned for a second before a rare smile appears on his face. “Why would I do something like that? Pieck is a dear friend to me, but I have no interest in becoming romantically involved with her.” It’s difficult to describe how Porco feels right now. There’s the feeling of embarrassment for making the assumption that perhaps Zeke would be romantically interested in Pieck, but there’s also a strange feeling of elation knowing that it’s something Zeke isn’t interested in himself. Underneath all that, there’s the thought that Zeke clearly doesn’t see what he’s missing out on when it comes to Pieck if that’s all he thinks of her. He really is the strangest guy that Porco has ever met.
“You know, that friend of yours asked me why we aren’t dating,” Zeke says absentmindedly as he flips through channels on the TV. “I told him I wasn’t interested.” “Did you really?” Pieck asks. She pretends to be offended, an exaggerated pout on her face. “That offends me greatly, you know. Don’t you think I’m such a catch?” “It seems that Porco thinks you most certainly are, so I don’t know why he hasn’t asked you out himself,” Zeke replies. Pieck takes a seat next to him on the couch. “He’s just very shy, although he likes to act like he’s tough. It’s cute, don’t you think so?” Pieck laughs. “The only reason I haven’t asked him out yet is because it’s so funny to see Pokko try to do it himself.” “Hmm.” Zeke has to agree that it’s amusing to watch Porco fumble over his feelings over Pieck, mistaking his jealousy as a dislike for everything Zeke does. Zeke doesn’t very much mind. Still, he really should ask Pieck out. Why waste time? Then again, Porco has always been a strange guy like that.
The first time she leaves, Porco tells her not to go. Marcelhad only left a few days ago. Paradis, a heavenly name for an island ofmonsters. There are moments when he just stares at the door, waiting for hisbrother to walk through, but then he remembers where he really is.
“They have weapons, don’t they?” Porco asks as he watches hertie up her hair and prepare for battle on the outskirts of Marley where she’llbe meeting the other Eldian warriors to fight whatever new enemy Marley hasfound for themselves.
“Yes, and I’m one of them,” Pieck says. If she’s angry aboutbeing used, she doesn’t show it. She just says it like it’s a fact, somethingshe can’t change. She turns her head to look at him and gives him a smile. “Don’tlook at me so forlornly. You’ll make it difficult for me to leave.”
“I’ll come back,” she says to him. But how can she be sosure?
He doesn’t trust people when they leave. They might nevercome back. He knows this better than most people. It’s been years since hisbrother and the others had left. There hasn’t been word from them about wherethey are or how they’re doing. When she tells him she has to go, he can’t helpbut cling to her even though he knows his pleading will not be enough to keepher here
“I didn’t know you’vegotten so attached to me,” Pieck jokes. She pats him affectionately on the headlike she does the other young cadets that are training to become warriors justlike them. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be with Zeke after all. It’llbe like the other battles we fight for Marley. It will just take a littlelonger, but I’ll come back.”
He doesn’t trust her words. She’s smart, but she can’t tellthe future. Only fate decides who lives and dies, and she doesn’t know if she’llbe one of the lucky ones. And yet there’s something comforting in her promiseto him even if it’s a promise she can’t keep.
“You’ll come back,” he repeats hoarsely.
She pulls away from him as soon as he loosens his grip aroundher. “I’ll come back for you because I know you’re lonely without me,” shelaughs. She caresses his cheek lightly with the back of her hand. “So wait forme, okay?”
When she finally comes home, she looks exhausted. She canhardly stand up even with the help of her crutch, and yet he can’t help but runto her, holding her tightly as if he’s afraid she might just slip away again.
“You came back,” he whispers.
Pieck laughs shakily. Although she’s returned, she’s crying. “Itold you I would come back for you, didn’t I?” she tells him. Her breathing isuneven as she tries to choke back sobs. “But, Pokko, Marcel couldn’t come back.A lot of them…they couldn’t come back.”
The words she says open a void in him. He wants to say thatit’s okay, that only a miracle would have to happen in order for everyone tocome home, but all he can do is hold her tightly and not let go.
“Don’t wander too far off the battlefield by yourself,” hetells her when they finally return from another victorious battle. War isalways exhausting, but it’s even more so as a Titan shifter. While he canregenerate and heal his wounds quickly, the bullets still hurt whether he’s ahuman or a Titan.
“What’s this? Are you worried about me,” Pieck asks amusedly.She is collapsed on his bed. She’s always resting in his bed even though he’stold her to stop since she wrinkles the sheets too much and never bothers tostraighten them out when she gets up. She props herself up on an elbow. “Youdon’t have to keep protecting me, you know. I’ve been doing this longer thanyou have. Besides, I have my beloved Panzer squad with me to keep me safe.”
Her new armor is definitely a well-needed upgrade thatprotects her from attacks, but it’s not like it makes her invincible. Hemutters something about how she’s being too careless, but she only laughs athim.
“You worry too much, Pokko,” she tells him. She sits up tokiss him on the cheek. “But even if I go too far, I’ll always come back foryou.”
That’s always been true for now, but he can’t help but thinkthat there’ll be a day where she’ll leave and never return.
“Stay close to me,” he tells her as the city descends intochaos. He has to shout in order to be heard, but he knows she won’t listen tohim anyway. She’s always going off to follow what she thinks is the best planof attack even if it means throwing herself in danger.
“I’ll be fine,” she tells him. She’s run off, transformedinto a Titan and running off with the Panzer squad on her back in order to facetheir new enemy – Eren Jaeger.
But she’s not fine when he finds her, bleeding out and bodybroken. She insists that she is, muttering nonsense about how she’s fine and howshe can regenerate. The pain is too much for her to concentrate on healingherself and he knows that now it’s too late to do anything.
And yet he calls to her, pleading with her to come back eventhough he knows it’s useless. “Come back,” he says desperately. He attempts tostop the blood, but she’s already lost so much. “You said you’d come back,Pieck, so come back!”
“I will,” she says, her voice barely a whisper now. “I’llcome back…for you…”
But she’s slipping away, leaving him already, and he knows thistime she won’t come back.
Since 104 is right around the corner is it okay if you write a fic wherein Pieck lets say survives and lives through what happened to her. And when she wakes up at the infirmary to find Porco sitting beside her. Similar to the scene in season 1 with Eren and Mikasa. Thank you and hope you have a nice day!
I was gonna write something bittersweet but then went for all the angst cuz I just wanna *clenches fist* break your hearts and destroy your souls :D
Hold Me Close
Gallipieck. Canonverse.
560 words.
When she wakes up, there’s a dull ache throughout her entirebody. It’s a familiar sensation that follows after healing large wounds orregenerating limbs, something she should be used to after all these years, but it still hurts every time. She groans as she tries to sit up, but it takes too muchenergy and she collapses back onto the bed. The person who sits at her bedsidegently shushes her, a hand reaches for hers and squeezes it tightly.
She opens her eyes and turns her head to see the personseated beside her. “Pokko,” she says, smiling weakly. She reaches for his face,stroking his cheek. “You’re okay. I’m glad.”
She can tell that he wants to scold her for being so recklessin battle, for nearly dying like he always does whenever they come back fromthe battlefield, but her wounds must be bad because he bites back whatever hewants to say and forces a smile on his face. “Shouldn’t I be the one sayingthat?” he jokes shakily. His breath is shaky like he’s about to cry. It’s so rarefor him to cry.
“Don’t shed any tears for me,” she tells him. She wants tosit up, hold him, but any movement is too painful for her. “I’m alright, aren’tI? We’re both alright, so it’s going to be fine.”
“You’re right,” he mutters, and that’s when she knowssomething is wrong. He’s usually skeptical whenever she tells him not to worryor that everything would turn out okay, but now he can’t even look her in theeye. “You should rest more, Pieck. You were wounded badly.”
She wants to go back to sleep. Her eyelids feel heavy and she’sexhausted just from keeping them open, but the tone in his voice concerns her. Itfeels like he’s hiding something.
Pieck struggles to sit up, ignoring Porco’s requests for herto remain lying down. It’s only after she sits up and blinks that she realizesthat she’s not in a hospital or resting in her room. The room is unfamiliar toher and is nothing like a room at all. It’s a jail cell, she realizes, barrenexcept for the bed and the chair. The dim light outside of the cell is the onlything illuminating the chamber.
It’s only then that she remembers the battle that had happenedright before she woke up. There were flashes from bombs and guns, enemysoldiers flying through the air, and buildings that were crumbling. People werescreaming, fleeing, dying, and she was fighting alongside Porco and Zeke toprotect the Warhammer Titan from Paradis. And the Panzer squad, on her back, hiddenbeneath her armor and yet still slaughtered because she couldn’t protect them. A familiar man came to her, a coldexpression on his face as he came in for the kill.
“Where’s the Panzer squad?” Tears stream down her face andshe looks at Pokko, afraid of the answer she’ll receive from him. He onlyshakes his head, refusing to look at her. She knows she won’t get any answersfrom him and yet the questions spill from her mouth anyway. “Where’s Zeke?Where are we? What’s happening?”
He wants to give her the answers, she knows by the way helooks at her with his helpless eyes and silent frown, but all he can do is holdher close and stay with her as they wait for their unknown fate.
Helloo ~ happy holidays :B can I request a fic ?? I'm really eager to read Porco realizing he likes Pieck, like one day he's talking of her and suddenly he thinks "holy fudge, I love her". Thank you so much for writing such amizing fics !!!! :D
Hello! Thank you for this wonderful request. I was going to work on it right after Christmas but got unexpectedly sick I am still actually sick unfortunately so I am sorry this is late! I hope you had a good holiday though and that the new year is good to you so far ^-^ This is a very cute prompt!
Always Here
Gallipieck. Canonverse.
821 words.
“Are you alright?” she asks him. She leans over to where he’s fallen on the ground, extending a hand to help him up.
He doesn’t like her tone, the way she’s looking down at him even though he’s the one who’s physically stronger than her. It’s not right that she’s been chosen as the perfect candidate to hold the Cart Titan while he’s grappling onto his candidacy for the Armored Titan. He knows why she’s been chosen, the qualities that make her the perfect fit, but he hates that he hasn’t secured a Titan for himself as well. He shouldn’t take his frustration out on her, but he can’t help shoving her hand away and getting up himself because he doesn’t need her help.
She asks him the same question again after the chosen candidates have consumed their Titans and obtained their powers. It’s funny because she’s the one lying down and resting, the transformation process having drained her of most of her energy. The others are still unconscious and Pieck has just barely woken up after hearing Porco enter the room.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” he asks. He thinks he should make a joke, something lighthearted that Pieck would like to lighten up the mood, but he can’t think of anything when he thinks about the dangers that she’ll soon be forced to face.
Pieck wrinkles her nose at him. “I’ve just been sleeping, haven’t I? You always used to scold me for being tired all the time even though I sleep too much. I’m fine,” she laughs, but there are bags under her eyes and he can tell that she didn’t sleep well.
“You guys need all the rest you can get, don’t you?” he says.
She shrugs, but she closes her eyes and falls back down onto the mattress. “Maybe the others. Zeke and I will stay here though, remember? So I’ll be here with you.”
“How bothersome,” he says without thinking.
She laughs before he can apologize though and says, “Yes, you’re stuck with me still. Isn’t that terrible?”
He tells her it is, but there’s a feeling of relief knowing that she won’t be sailing to Paradis.
“Are you alright?” Why are these the first words that come out of her mouth when she greets him after she’s been away at Paradis? She looks even more exhausted than when she left.
He taps his knuckles gently against her forehead. “Don’t ask me such frivolous things when you should worry more about yourself,” he tells her.
“It’s not frivolous,” she insists. “You were here without me and I just wanted to make sure you didn’t get lonely while I was gone.”
“Well, that’s even sillier,” he says, turning away but his ears are burning.
She’s laying on the bed with him even though they’re too big to fit on it properly now and he always complains about how much room she takes even though she’s much smaller than him. He’d grumble about how she should be more considerate – it’s his bed after all – but he’s exhausted. It’s been so long since they could relax like this anyway and there’s something comforting about her presence next to him. Maybe he should mention this, but he feels like Pieck would laugh at him and point out that they were together on the battlefield the whole time. That’s not the same though, he thinks.
“Are you okay?” she asks him.
“What do you mean?” Somehow, he’s not surprised that she’s asking him this. She’s asked him every time they saw each other during their few moments of rest on the battlefield and she asked him once they were returning home.
“You’re awfully quiet right now,” she says. She reaches out to poke his side, but he catches her hand in his before she can.
“I was just enjoying this moment of peace before you so rudely interrupted,” he replies, letting go of her hand. He rolls to his side in time to see her smile at his joke. It’s been a while since he’s seen her laugh. “You always ask me that anyway. If I’m okay.”
Pieck shrugs. “Because I want to know if you are,” she tells him. “And so you know that I’m always here for you.”
He feels guilty for finding her a nuisance all those years before. She’s always been a constant. A constant annoyance, he though before, but now he’s realizing that her constant presence is a comfort.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she laughs when he rolls over so that he’s on top of her now, his face buried in the blanket space just above her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her. “You’re really heavy, you know?”
Maybe any other time he’d be annoyed that she’s not reading the mood, joking around when she should be serious, but he doesn’t care. He’s just happy she’s here.
I just read your last post, I hope you have a great new semester (: and for the Valentine fic, what about GalliePieck first valentine together, like, Porco wants to give something to Pieck and he has a hard time choosing but in the end they both end giving themselfs the same gift :) oh and I hope your health is fine. Greeting ~~
Thank you for the well wishes ^-^ February and January were pretty rough since I was sick a lot throughout both months but I have been healthy for a while now so it’s alright. Also the weather is getting nicer (aside from the rain which makes it a pain to drive to school ;~;) This is really late but I still hope you like it ;~;
Zeke Knows Best
Gallipieck. Modern AU.
1576 words.
It’swhen Porco is dialing Reiner’s number on Valentine’s day because he’s sodesperate for advice from someone – anyone, really – that he realizes he needsmore friends. While it’s true that Reiner has (quite surprisingly) been in thelongest relationship out of all his friends, Porco suspects that most of it hasto do with luck and the fact that Bertholdt is easy to get along with Reiner,of course, would attribute his long-lasting relationship to his good looks andcharm, but Porco’s pretty sure the relationship is shortening Bertholdt’slifespan because of how wild Reiner can be.
“Youmust be really desperate if you’re asking me,” Reiner says. Porco doesn’t evenhave to look at him to know that Reiner has that smug smirk on his face.
“Everyoneelse was out,” Porco lies. He hates to admit that he’s desperate. He nevershould have waited until the day of to get a gift for his girlfriend. The thingis that he was pretty sure he knew what to get Pieck only to wake up thismorning and realize that his mind was completely blank.
“Sure.”There’s a snicker at the other end and hearing it makes Porco regret hisdecision.
“Istill have to go out and buy whatever the fuck it is, so just hurry up and tellme,” Porco snaps.
“Yousure you don’t want to change your mind?” His tone is a little cocky andmischievous, but he continues before Porco can tell him that he actuallydoesn’t want to hear about his Valentine’s Day plans with Bertholdt. “I was goingto take Bertholdt to a really nice restaurant – one of those Italian places hereally enjoys going to – and then I was going to take him to my place and…”
Hethen goes into explicit detail about what he was planning on doing withBertholdt under the sheets. Far too much detail. Porco’s sure his entire faceis red just from listening to all of it. He’s too shocked to even hang up andjust listens to everything with his jaw hanging up.
“So,”Reiner says when he’s finished. “Was that helpful?”
“Igotta go now,” Porco croaks. He hangs up but not before he hears Reiner’s laughat the other end.
Hecan’t call Bertholdt – not after talking to Reiner and having to listen to allof that – so he calls Annie next. He could call Marcel, but Marcel’s alreadytold him what he was getting for Annie. It’s over the top and cheesy, typicalMarcel, and he can’t really see Pieck enjoying the same things. But Pieck andAnnie are rather close friends, so Porco figures she’d have a good idea of whathe should get Pieck.
“Don’task me,” Annie says when he asks. “I have no idea.”
He’sa little frustrated but at the same time, he probably should have expectedthis. Even when Annie’s close to people, she’s not one to express her affectionwhether it’s through public displays of affection or just giving gifts.
“Noteven one thing?” Porco asks. He taps his finger impatiently on the countertopand reminds himself not to snap at her. She has quite the temper and he’s sureMarcel wouldn’t be very happy if Porco made his girlfriend mad. “Well, whatwould you be happy getting from Marcel this Valentine’s Day?”
“Nothing,”Annie replies easily. “We’re not getting each other anything. It’s simpler thatway and we both agreed to it.”
“Youreally think that Marcel would be the type to keep that kind of promise?” Porcosnorts. Annie does seem to be the kind of person to just do away withValentine’s Day completely, but Porco’s brother had no issues with expressinglove and affection. If there’s a day for it, he’s going to go all out. Which hehas. Poor guy.
There’sa long silence at the other end before Annie speaks again. “Porco. Did Marcelget me anything?”
Hecould lie and just leave her surprised when Marcel finally delivers the severalValentine’s Day gifts he bought for her. He’s sure that Marcel really wouldn’tmind being the one who’s empty handed. Then again, it’s amusing to seecool-headed Annie Leonhardt so frazzled over something like this.
“Yes,”Porco finally answers. “He’s pretty excited about it too. Thinks it’sfantastic.”
“Shit,” Annie hisses. There’s the soundof drawers opening and slamming shut and more shuffling on her end. “Hey, Ineed to go buy something now, so I’ll talk to you later.”
Asmuch as he’s enjoying this, Porco still hasn’t found a gift to give hisgirlfriend and he’s about to lose one of the only people who can give himadvice. “Wait,” he says hurriedly. “What about…?”
She’salready hung up though and Porco can only blame himself.
Desperatetimes call for desperate measures and Porco finds himself phoning Zeke of allpeople. Zeke gets along more with Pieck than Porco, but that should be fine. Itmight mean he knows what Pieck would want, right?
“Achocolate fondue fountain?” Porco finds himself repeating. Chocolate fonduesounds delicious, but couldn’t he just take Pieck out to a restaurant withchocolate fondue?
“Mmm,”Zeke says. He seems like he’s only half-listening to Porco. It’s especiallycruel considering the situation Porco’s in right now. He really shouldn’t haveexpected Zeke to understand though. He’s not even sure if the guy even has agirlfriend. “I was at the store the other day and saw them. Chocolate fonduefountain for two. Very lovely to have at the home around Valentine’s Day, don’tyou think? You can have such a luxury in the comfort of your own home. I wasplanning on stopping by after Valentine’s Day to buy one for myself since theymight be on sale.”
Hereally should have known better than to ask Zeke. Why does Pieck enjoy thecompany of such a strange guy? He’s asked her once, but she only smiled andtold him he’d never understand. He’s not sure he wants to at this point.
“Alright,”Porco says through gritted teeth. “Thanks for all your help, Zeke.”
“Noproblem. Have a good Valentine’s Day with Pieck,” Zeke says cheerfully beforePorco hangs up.
Porcosupposes he has no choice. He’s going to have to go out there and buy thatfucking chocolate fondue fountain.
Hetold himself he wouldn’t feel bad about it. Pieck isn’t a difficult person toplease, but it seems like that fact just makes him feel even more guilty. Shelooks so giddy about the wrapped package in front of her.
“Howexciting,” she says as she tears the paper away. “I’ve been waiting for thisall day, you know. Aren’t gifts fun? It’s like you’re saying, ‘I love you thismany dollars.’”
“Andhere I thought you’d be happy with just my company,” Porco grumbles.
“Youknow I’m a material girl,” Pieck jokes. She frowns when she sees that her boyfriend’sface is twisted up in a scowl. “What’s wrong? You know I’m only joking. Itdoesn’t matter what you get me or if you get me anything at all, you silly.”
“It’snothing,” Porco says to her, but he’s sure she can tell he’s lying. It’ll beover soon though since she’s nearly done tearing off all the wrapping paper.
“Oh!”Pieck says, pulling the gift away from the discarded gift wrap. “It’s a…chocolatefondue fountain?”
Hecan’t look at her face right now. He’s sure it’s filled with disappointment.Standing up, he reaches for the box. “Just hand it here. I know it’s lame, so I’lljust return it tomorrow and get you one of those big ass bears or something.”
Tohis surprise, Pieck grabs the box away, clutching it to her chest. “Not achance!” she says. She sticks out her tongue at him childishly. “I wouldn’ttrade this for a stuffed bear or anything for the matter! It’s perfect!”
Unsurehe’s heard her right, he finally looks at her face and sees that she’s completelythrilled with the gift for some weird reason. “You’re not fucking with me, areyou?” he asks.
“No,of course not,” Pieck snorts. She cradles her present in her arms and looksdown at it loving like a mother looking at her newborn child. “Chocolate fonduefountains are such a luxury, and isn’t it amazing that you can have one rightat home to share with someone?”
Herwords sound so strangely familiar to him. He just has to ask…
“Didyou happen to talk to Zeke about these or something?”
Herface lights up. “I did! He was talking to me about how he saw them when he wasout getting groceries and how clever a gift they’d make,” Pieck sayscheerfully.
Porcosits back down, relieved that his girlfriend was pleased with his present. She’sstrange, but as long as she’s happy that’s all that really matters to him.
“Hey,Pokko,” Pieck says, walking over to take a seat next to him on the couch. She’sstill holding the box the fountain is in, tracing the edges with her fingersand not really looking him in the eye. “Do you really think these are lame?”
Hecould say yes because, well, he still doesn’t really see the point in them, butshe likes them so he can’t exactly say that. “Why do you ask?” he says instead.
Shegives him a wide grin. “Because I got you one too.”
