Our Defeat is not Certain (Miche ZachariasXFemReader)

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After a glass and a half of wine all three shifters were absolutely wrecked. Porco more then the other's. You guessed he was trying to feel up your leg with his foot, only for him to be feeling up Zeke.

When Zeke thought they were ready he cleared his throat. "Seems you three have had a bit too much to drink. We can't have you walk home like this.. Darling you mind taking Porco home? Mike you take Reiner?"

Mike looked up at Reiner. The poor guy was red faced and nodding off. Porco was also red faced making grabby hands at you, like a spoiled child. Setting his jealousy aside he looked at Zeke help a wobbly Pieck stand.

"Come on Finger. I'll have to explain to your dad why you're so intoxicated."

Pieck giggled. "Why can't Y/n take me home?"

Her question was unanswered while Zeke lead her out of the door.

Your chair scrapping against the floor got his attention. You slowly walked behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. While Porco was too busy trying to put a carrot in a sleepy Reiner's nose he grabbed your hand and kissed it. Both of you shared a familiar look. The same look you gave one another when you would leave the walls. ' Stay alive and come back to me. '

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You had one arm wrapped around Porco's waist while the other held onto the arm he had around your shoulder. He kept pushing his body into yours and mumbled a few things here and there. You paid no mind to him as your attention was on the rooftops. You spotted a few dark silhouettes following you.

When you were near Porco's house he cleared his throat. "So. Uh.. uhm. My parentss A-Aren't home."

His speech had gotten a bit better. The cool air must of sobered him up a little bit. You cursed at Zeke's weak wine or whatever stamina the shifters had. You had hoped Porco would have just passed out before having to put on a show.

Swallowing your pride, and the guilt that made its way up to your throat. You smiled sweetly at the boy.

"Oh?"

Porco nodded. He struggled to unlock the door but when he did he turned to your figure and smirked. "Do you want to see my room?"

You could have sworn you heard a snort followed by a loud slap. It was quickly covered up by a awful impersonation of an owl?

Porco furrowed his brows. "What the fu--"

You quickly dragged him inside. "Well, show me your room Galliard?"

Porco's eyes widened for a second. He's never gotten this far with you. You'd usually just roll your eyes at his bad flirting, or Mike would tell him to shut up while you ignored him. But he wasn't going to lose this opportunity!

He grabbed your hand and stumbled up stairs. When he entered a room you took a look around. A small dresser was right by his door, on top was a small desk lamp.

' That'll work..'

Porco was still facing away from you when he began to take off his jacket. "I won't hurt your baby right? Maybe you should be on top since I've never ---"

He was cut off when you quickly yanked off the lamp from it's plug and smashed it against the back of his head.

Porco stumbled to his knees. Blood dripped from the back of his head but he didn't pass out.

"What the fuck Yeager!"

You clicked your tongue and tossed the rest of the shattered lamp. "Fucks sake you have a hard head."