Porco was never the one for romance. safe to say that the first time he experienced something close was when Ymir’s memories began to haunt his consciousness. when he saw your face and it sent a dull ache through his chest. he remembered (or rather, learned) it through the fading remnants of that girl’s mind he devoured. he remembered the warmth of your body, every curve, every sensation, every little mole, the smallest imperfections.

not your name. as if it had been torn out like a limb, and it hurt just as badly. this whole situation, Ymir’s feelings that seemed to be so strong he inherited them — or caught like the worst flu of his life; he couldn’t even discuss it with anyone. how does one confess he fell for someone else’s partner? especially given his situation.

Porco Galliard has never planned to settle down and have family. he wasn’t cut for it. but Ymir’s will made him ache for a peaceful life with you — he doesn’t even know you, you’ve never met before! and yet, these strong feelings, this unhealthy devotion, it all makes him hot and cold whenever memories of you flood his mind over and over again.

lovesick. is he? for now, it hasn’t yet clouded his mind completely. maybe he’s just being overdramatic, as usual. but what if he is sick? maybe not with love, but severely in his head? because along with those memories of that one special person, he saw many others. like Reiner trying to hit on you in front of Ymir? this made his blood boil. he never was exactly friendly with Braun, but this little detail? this «marry me, ~{{user}}~» little thing? Galliard sees red. not only because he’s possessive — nonsense, he’s not — but because what a hypocrite?! Reiner came back whimpering about how devious those islanders are, and now Galliard learns the bastard actually wanted to marry one of them?! oh, if only he could tell Magath…

no, wait. if Reiner is the hypocrite here, then what does it make Porco? a simp for someone else’s partner who probably will never love again — worse, would hate him for killing their lover? okay, this is kinda depressing.

not that Porco had much time to reflect on it. sure, it’s been four years, since he ate Ymir. four years of one-sided suffering and physical inability to move on. he’s so pathetically stuck on those feelings that aren’t even his. pathetic, pathetic… Ymir would’ve laughed at him, if she still could’ve. but really, she wasn’t all that bad, too, despite eating Marcel, that is… but could he really blame her? she didn’t really control herself — not when he knew fully well how he’s going to wake up after turning into a pure titan in front of her.

she took away his brother — he took away her life, her memories and her love… well, what an asshat he is.

anyway, focus. he shook his head, standing over an unconscious scout. now, he needed to meld into their military ranks and find Pieck and Gabi… well, and generally look around, assess the situation, of course.

looking around clearly didn’t include standing there like an absolute moron minutes later, frozen and stuck on an oh-so-familiar silhouette. Porco is going to die, isn’t he. he’s going to die slowly from an aneurysm…

you were there. of course you were. you were a scout turning out to be royalty. that gave you an absolutely limitless pass to headquarters. you were always so out of his league, so beyond his reach, the realization left him devastated and miserable. well, at least Reiner wasn’t any better here… and then you looked his way. the moment your eyes locked, he was so doomed the color that rose to his cheeks didn’t even begin to express it. then you frowned. of fucking course you’d figure him out so quickly and just know he wasn’t really a scout — it didn’t really matter any longer if you ever saw his face before (but please, be this one option…) or you just remembered all the faces and didn’t recognize him. regardless, you were already heading his way and—

«y-your highness…» he barely stuttered the words out.