2024 Oneshots

☠Day 7 (Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader)

You arrive at the docks with your medical kit slung over your shoulder. Someone had told you Mr. Braun was injured, and naturally, your instincts as a medic kicked in. It's sunset, the soft glow of the fading light reflecting off the water, casting a warm, orange hue around you. The sea breeze ruffles your skirt as you rush toward the figure ahead.

Reiner sits by the dock, rubbing his temples with a frustrated expression. "Hey, Reiner," you greet him a bit friendlier than the other medics would, already reaching into your kit. "I heard you got hurt."

"What?" he looks up, surprised, a little embarrassed. "Oh... yeah, uh, I told that other medic I had a headache and he ran off to get me a stretcher and my Will, I guess. Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you, Y/N."

You chuckle softly, already pulling out a bandage to wrap around his head. You've known the Braun family since you were young and you know Reiner well enough to know that he wouldn't have said anything to the other medic if it was just a slight headache. 

"Better safe than sorry," you hum, carefully leaning over to wind the bandage around his forehead. The scent of the sea mixes with the faint cologne he's wearing, and you're close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

Reiner sits still, letting you work, though he touches your waist lightly when you bend closer to tie off the bandage. You can't help but laugh at something silly he says about looking ridiculous, shaking your head at him in response.

***

Meanwhile, Porco watches from afar.

He's walking with Marcel, who's teasing him about- what else- but Y/N. They've always been close, good friends, but lately, something's changed. And now, seeing you bandage up Reiner, so close, laughing with him... something ugly twists in Porco's chest.

His jaw clenches, fists tightening at his sides. It doesn't help when Reiner's hand settles on your waist, even if it's brief. Porco's eyes narrow, lingering on your uniform; a white pleated skirt and a white-and-red button-down shirt. God, he just wishes that skirt was longer.

"You're staring at her again," Marcel says in a low, teasing voice, smirking as he catches where Porco's gaze has been fixed. "It's not polite to look up a girl's skirt."

Porco scowls at him, shoving him slightly. "Shut up, Marcel. That's not what I'm-"

"C'mon, Pock, we all know you've got a crush on her," he hums, slapping his shoulder. "You need to get over there and talk to her, man. Or at least ask her to hang out with us tonight."

Porco glances back at you, still chatting with Reiner, and feels that now-familiar pit of jealousy open up in his stomach. "Why would I do that?"

"Why not?" Marcel replies, flashing him a grin. "She's coming over anyway. Might as well be you inviting her."

Before Porco can stop him, Marcel calls out, "Hey, Y/N!"

Your head snaps up at the sound of Marcel's voice. You smile and wave the two of them over.

Porco can feel himself tensing up as he approaches, the med kit still slung over your shoulder and your hair slightly windswept from the breeze. Your smile is warm and familiar, and it should ease his nerves, but all he can think about is the way you were just laughing with Reiner.

"Hey, Marcel, Porco," you greet them with that bright smile. "What's up?"

Porco's cheeks heat up slightly at the way you say his name. He doesn't reply, but his silence is broken when Reiner gets to his feet and stands beside you. Marcel nudges him hard in the ribs, pushing him to speak. "Uh, we were just, um, wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? You know, like usual."