Not so Enemy? - Porco x Reader

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After a moment, he lets out a heavy sigh. „Fine. But you stay close to me, understood? You won't get yourself killed."
You nod, relief and gratitude in your eyes. „I promise, I'll follow your lead. Just please, let's go."
Without another word, Levi takes off towards the battlefield. You follow closely behind him, your heart racing with a mix of anxiety and determination. As you approach the scene, the chaos of the battle comes into even sharper focus. The sound of Titans clashing, the cries of the warriors, and the destruction all around create an environment of raw intensity and danger.

Levi and you navigate the battlefield, using your skills and experience to avoid being spotted. Your eyes are fixed on the target, the motionless Jaw Titan lying amongst the dust and debris.
As you two draw closer, you can see the extent of his injuries. The head is severely battered and the body barely moves. Your heart sink at the sight. Levi, noticing your reaction, gently places a hand on your arm. „Stay focused. We'll help him, but we need to be careful."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself . You nod, steeling your resolve. „I'm ready.", you say,  your voice firm.
You reach the Jaw Titan, and your heart clench at the sight of Porco lying there, so vulnerable and injured.
„We have to get him out of there.", you say to Levi.

Levi, with a quick and precise move, slices into the Jaw Titan's nape, releasing Porco from his Titan form. As Porco's human form emerges, the sight of him is shocking. Steam billows from half of his head, merging with the blood that covers his face and clothing. The wounds and injuries from his battle with Eren are evident, the extent of his injuries leaving you visibly shaken.
The sight of him, so badly hurt and with steam and blood covering him, fills you with an intense wave of worry and pain.

Without a moment to lose, you two quickly move into action. You carefully lift Porco's unconscious form and start moving him into the nearest building. You are acutely aware of the dangerous situation you are in, but the urgency to get Porco to safety overrules everything else.
As you settle into the building, you lower Porco's head onto your lap, a pang of worry and love in your eyes.
Levi, standing over you, looks down at Porco with a stoic expression. „He's our prisoner of war now! You stay here, and you don't move a single inch. Do you understand?"
You nod again, your eyes darting from Porco's motionless form to Levi. „I understand." You say, your voice steady but taut with emotion.

Satisfied with your response, Levi gives a curt nod. „I'll be back." His eyes locking onto you for a brief moment. Then, he turns and leaves, disappearing into the chaos of the battlefield, leaving you alone with the injured Porco.

The silence in the room seem almost deafening as you look down at Porco lying on your lap. The sounds of the battle outside appear distant and faded, overshadowed by your concern for him. You watch over him, gently stroking his hair back from his face. Each breath he takes is labored and uneven, a testament to the extent of his injuries.
The minutes tick by slowly as time feels like it stands still. Your eyes never leave Porco, your hands occasionally reaching out to check his breathing and touch his face, a gesture of comfort more for yourself than for him.

You whisper his name, your voice barely above a whisper. „Porco.", your voice thick with emotion. „Please, hang on...just hang on for me."
The words hang in the air, echoing your silent plea. You have no way of knowing if he can hear you or not, but you keep talking, the sound of your voice filling the silence in the room.

You can feel your anxiety and worry rising with each passing moment. Sitting there, Porco's head in your lap, you feel powerless. All you can do is wait, hope and pray that he'll be all right. The thought of losing him, of never seeing those beautiful eyes again... It's too much to bear. So you continue your silent vigil, your fingers tracing his jawline, your eyes never leaving his face.
As time stretches on, your fatigue begin to set in. The emotional toll of the past few hours, the fight, the worry, begins to weigh heavily on you. Your shoulders slump, but you fight the urge to lose hope, knowing that you have to stay strong for him.

As you nod off for a moment, your exhaustion taking over, you are jerked awake by a soft touch on your face. Startled, your eyes fly open, your heart racing for a moment before you realize what happened.
Upon seeing him awake, a wave of relief washes over you. „Porco, You're awake." Your voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and genuine joy.
He nods weakly, his smile faltering as a pained expression flashes across his face. „Yeah...barely.", he replies, his voice hoarse and soft.
You instinctively reach out to touch his face, your fingers gently brushing over his cheek. „Don't try to talk too much."
Porco's eyes flutter slightly at your touch, the comfort and familiarity of it being a stark contrast to the pain he's feeling. „I'm glad you're here." He manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes getting a bit teary at his words. „Of course I'm here, you idiot." You retort, your voice shaking slightly. „Where else would I be?"
He lets out a weak laugh, the corners of his lips lifting in a slight smile. „Probably being smart and staying away from the dangerous battlefield.",  he replies, teasing you a bit.
You roll your eyes, a tear escaping the corner of your eye. „Yeah, well, someone has to save your ass.", you reply, both amused and relieved to see his sense of humor still intact despite his condition.

„My ass did manage pretty well without you." He quips, a small smirk playing on his lips. You huff, your hand moving to lightly hit his shoulder. „Shut up, you big oaf." You retort, a hint of tenderness underneath the banter.
He winces at your light smack, the pain from his injuries making even a small action painful. Still, his eyes gleam with affection as he looks up at you, enjoying your familiar banter.
You instantly feel remorseful when you see him wince in pain. „Sorry." You apologize, your hand now gently resting on his shoulder.
„You should rest. You're hurt pretty badly." Your voice firmer now, the worry evident.
Porco nods, a small grunt leaving his lips as he shifts slightly on your laps, trying to find a more comfortable position. „Yeah, I feel like I got hit by a Titan...oh, wait, I actually did.", he says with a tired grin.

You roll your eyes again, though a small laugh escaping in response to his sarcasm. „You're ridiculous.", shaking your head at his nonchalant attitude. „But seriously, you need to rest. No more jokes."