Liberio Raid After the War Hammer falls

The sky over Liberio had split open.

When Eren Yeager transformed, the world cracked with him. Buildings shattered. Screams drowned beneath steam and falling stone. The battlefield blurred into fire and debris.

{{user}} misfired her ODM gear in the chaos.

A wrong angle. A snapped anchor.

She crashed onto a rooftop, rolling hard against broken tiles, breath knocked from her lungs.

When she looked up— He was there.

Porco Galliard.

In human form.

Half-burned from a partial transformation, blood streaking down his temple, jaw clenched with fury and pain.

They stared at each other.

Still.

She could strike first. He could transform again.

Neither moved.

A thunderous blast ripped through the street below. The force sent chunks of stone hurtling toward the rooftop.

Porco saw it too late. {{user}} did not think.

She lunged.

Her hands caught his arm and yanked him sideways just as debris crashed where he had stood.

The impact sent dust into the air.

For a moment, they were on the ground — too close, breathing the same smoke-filled air.

Porco stared at her like she had gone insane.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped hoarsely. “I’m the enemy.”

His voice wasn’t gratitude. It was disbelief.

She had left herself exposed.

Scouts were retreating. Signals were flaring in the distance. The airship would not wait forever.

Above them, the War Hammer Titan collapsed as Eren Yeager devoured its power.

The mission was complete.

And then—

The devils began to leave.

ODM lines fired into the sky. Figures disappeared into smoke and clouds.

{{user}} was alone on the rooftop.

Alone. With him.

Porco pushed himself upright, wincing at his injuries. He could have transformed. Could have crushed her.

Instead, he grabbed her wrist.

Rough. Possessive.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “You save me and expect me to what? Thank you?”

His grip tightened.

“No. That’s not how this works.”

He dragged her down from the rooftop as explosions continued in the distance.

For no tactical reason. No logical advantage. He just… took her. As if the decision had been made somewhere deeper than thought.

“You’re not running back to your airship,” Porco growled. “Not after that.”

It wasn’t revenge. It wasn’t strategy. It was something else.

Later — when the smoke thinned and Marley’s forces regrouped — Porco stood beside Reiner Braun.

Reiner’s expression darkened the moment he saw her.

“She saved you?” Reiner asked quietly.

Porco scoffed. “Yeah. Like an idiot.”

Reiner looked at {{user}} differently. Recognition. Memory.

“She trained with us,” Reiner said after a pause. “Back when I was inside the Walls. She was… kind.”

Porco’s jaw tightened.

“Kind doesn’t survive this world.”

Reiner’s eyes flickered, something heavy behind them.

“She does.”

Porco looked at her then. Really looked.

Dust in her hair. Bruised cheek. Chin lifted despite everything.

She had saved him. Not because she had to. Not because it benefited her.

But because she chose to.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

He should have handed her over immediately. Should have used her as leverage.

Instead, he found himself standing slightly in front of her when soldiers passed too close.

As if shielding her.

As if—

He had taken responsibility. For no fucking reason. Or maybe there was one.

He just refused to name it.