#pokopiku
I drew a few things during the pokopiku smut week on Twitter… This is the only thing I can post here lol but you can see the rest (+18) on my deviantart ♥
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Pokopikus to save my soul
SO.
I have this PokoPiku backstory idea that is basically a massive headcanon dump. I have some 3,000 words written but something is not working so it probably won’t see the light of day. Here are some scenes the corresponding excerpts owo/
[1]
Porco undid the hair clip and put his hair back up neatly. It was time for a visit to the barber. His undercut was completely gone.
Calm days like this, when his only concern was his signature hairstyle, were a sorrowful bliss. He knew his time was numbered. He counted it with every laughter he got from Pieck. In this sieged world with no future, eight years sounded close enough to forever. They would die in one of those expeditions if they were lucky. Otherwise, someone else could have her after he expired. Worst case scenario, he could fix her up with Reiner. That tacky hunk was a try-hard but he was a capable try-hard.
Like hell he was. If Reiner was capable, Marcel would not have died.
Who was Marcel?
Who was Pieck?
Porco froze in confusion.
[2]
“Where are we?” Porco asked.
“Must be one of the Warrior confinement traps,” Marcel sighed, “let’s see when Commander Magath will let us out.”
Porco had heard of those traps for immuring misbehaving Warriors. You could not beat someone into subservience when they turned into a man-eating monster with the smallest open wound. On the other hand, they lasted longer than a normal person without food and water. The constant state of hunger and complete isolation in such cramped space could drive one crazy faster than any beating. It was one of the most haunting memories of the past Carts Pieck had shared with him.
[3]
“Porco, are you with me? Do you hear me?”
Porco just stared in silence, still stunned from the scene in his mind.
He didn’t. She asked him to follow her voice but he didn’t even hear her.
Porco forced himself to focus, then blink slowly. Pieck sighed in relief and returned a weak smile. If that simple blink was enough of a sign that he was conscious, Porco could not imagine how he looked a moment ago.
“See? He’s fine. Please relax, War Chief.” Pieck turned around to the direction of the troop on standby.
“Good,” Zeke said, releasing his grip on the blade. A string of steam escaped his palm as it healed. “Let go, Galliard.”
That was when Porco realized he was looking at Pieck on her Titan’s nape because the Cart’s entire head was in his mouth. Her armour was completely distorted, baring her nape. His teeth impaled the iron mask and sank into her skull. It was Pieck’s blood he was tasting.
[4]
He still had a bunk bed. Only the lower bunk had beddings.
Pieck shot him a knowing smile, and sat on the bed.
Porco walked over and rested his head on the bed frame. They would get rid of it soon. No one was going to sleep in the top bunk anymore. When they bought this new bed two years after Marcel’s departure because Porco had outgrown the old one, he was the one who demanded a bunk bed. He joked that Marcel would get mad if they didn’t even save him a place to sleep after such a prolonged mission.
He could feel Pieck’s gaze but Porco avoided her eyes. They did not need to talk about this now. He was not ready to talk about this now.
“Sit down, Pock,” Pieck said. Porco groaned at the nickname, which prompted a chuckle from her. He was grateful that it kind of eased the tension. Proco thought for a moment, then decided to pull the chair over and sat across from Pieck.
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