Road To Us || Porco Galliard

⤜Chapter Twenty-Eight⤛

You remembered being picked up from the loveseat you were trying to fall asleep on, being put in a car and being driven somewhere. Mind hazy as if you were in a dream; too tired to worry or wonder about anything.

"(Y/n). Come on. Have a quick shower so you can go to sleep." Colt's voice made its was through your daze. "Porco? Can you carry her? I'm too lazy to." Your eyes fluttered open to see Porco leaning into the car and pulling you into his arms.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Marcel asked. You shook your head and yawned with a small laugh.

"I didn't drink anything. I'm just stupidly tired." You murmured. Porco hummed.

"Well you're gonna go have a quick shower and go straight to bed." He said, carrying you up the stairs to your room.

"I could've walked you know." You say with a small chuckle, rubbing your eyes gently.

"What use is it to tell me that now?" He asked, a playfully annoyed tone in his voice to which you replied with a shrug. He chuckled and left you to shower. You were in the for a while, moving sluggishly and losing track of time as you watched water droplets run down your skin.

"Hey (N/n)? You still alive? You've been in there for forty minutes." Reiners concerned voice and knocking snapped you back to reality. You looked down at your hands to see them all wrinkled and prune-like.

"Yeah sorry! I just lost track of time." You called out to reassure him. You heard him shuffle away and you sighed, grabbing your towel before drying yourself off. Putting on dry, comfortable clothes you waddled downstairs to say goodnight. You walked into the living room to find Reiner and Colt playing uno and Marcel and Porco in the kitchen making... hot chocolate?

You walked straight past Reiner and Colt and sat down at the kitchen island with an expectant look on your face.

"Marcel, I love your hot chocolates!" You said with as much enthusiasm as you could muster with sleep dragging you down. At your exclamation, Porco raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother with a questioning gaze.

"It's actually not my recipe. It's Porco's." Marcel laughed and scratched his cheek. You turned to Porco curiously, who returned your stare with a smirk.

"What? Surprised princess?"

"Well actually, yes."  You pursed your lips, eyes full of laughter and amusement. His gaze held the same sparkle. The moment was broken when Marcel let out a small sigh and murmured with a shake of his head:

"God I hate third wheeling."

Porco turned back to the stove, once again busying himself with making the hot chocolates. You chose to ignore the pink that painted his ears, knowing damn well your face probably matched the same shade of pink. 

"Actual freaking idiots." Marcel shook his head before waking to the living room, leaving you and Porco to finish the hot chocolates.

"You know you could've stayed upstairs. You're really tired and I would've brought it up to you." He mumbled. You smiled regardless of the fact that he wasn't looking.

"Aw! Pock! You really are just such a softie!" You teased. He froze and turned around to look at you slowly.

"Don't." He said coldly before reaching to heap mugs for the hot chocolates. You giggled, his frostiness not affecting you in the slightest. He took note of it and with his back turned to you, he allowed himself to smile.

"Hot chocolates are done." Porco called out, placing mugs of aesthetically pleasing hot chocolates on the kitchen island. Topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, you snapped a couple of pictures before picking a mug up and swiping a bit of cream off it.

"Thanks Pock!" You smiled before taking a sip. He used real chocolate and melted it down and blended it in perfectly with the milk, along with a few spices to give it that warmth. You sighed happily.

"Thanks Porco!" The others grabbed theirs and took them to the couch to play Uno. Porco nodded and quickly washed up to enjoy his drink with the boys.

You found yourself spectating a silent and extremely serious and tense game a few minutes later. You took a look at Colt's cards, and then Reiner's before cackling quietly. You leaned back to watch the madness unfold with no intentions to stop any fights that might break out.

Colt: a red +2
He played with a smirk, thinking he was gong to get Reiner.
Reiner: a yellow +2
He sighed and placed it down.
Marcel: a green +2
He gave an ugly smile, well more like the Lenny Face, to his brother.
Porco: a red +2 and a blue +2
He rolled his eyes and slapped the cards down.

Colt paled and his eyes widened.
"N-no, wait... that isn't how you're supposed to play the game." He slumped over in defeat before picking up the cards he was dealt.

The game progressed and you felt yourself drifting off. Reiner won the game and said goodnight, claiming he was too tired to stay up much longer. You gave him a tight hug, whispering a few comforting words to which he returned with a grateful smile.

Colt and Porco decided to play another round, leaving you and Marcel to watch.

"I heard your conversation with Jean and Marco." Marcel said quietly, his eyes never leaving the game. Your eyes widened and flickered from him and then to Porco before settling on your hands.

"And I want you to know that it's okay."  You weren't expecting that.

"H-huh? What do you mean?" You laughed nervously, your hands playing with each other in your lap. He ruffled your hair and smiled gently, looking into your eyes with trust and affection.

"I love you. And I know that my brother makes you happy and that you make him happier than I've ever seen him." He chuckles, looking away before you can detect the small hint of pain hiding behind his loving gaze. You sputtered, catching the attention of Porco and Colt.

"You alright (N/n)?" Colt asks, eyes going from you to Marcel curiously. Porco however, narrowed his eyes in suspicion before shrugging and looking at you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" You said waving your hands around with a nervous and uncomfortable chuckle. "Woah look at the time! I'm gonna go to bed now! Good night!" You said before running up the stairs.

"It's only 12am." Colt said with confusion written on his face. Porco gave him a look and shook his head, prompting the other boy to turn his attention back to the game.

Marcel sighed and dragged his hand down his face.

You sighed and leant back against the door, hand clutching at your chest desperately.

What just happened?