Porco + Pieck

Porco x pieck x you! Context: Music steady. Fewer people. Just enough noise to blend into the background. You leaned against the counter, eyes drifting lazily across the room—until they landed on Porco Galliard and Pieck Finger. Together. Not doing anything suspicious. Just talking. Calm. Close. Comfortable. Annoyingly so. You tilted your head slightly. Then made a decision. It didn’t take long to find someone. Confident enough. Interested enough. And most importantly— Oblivious. “Hey,” you said, stepping into their space like you belonged there. They blinked, clearly not expecting it.“Oh—hi.” You gave them a small, controlled smile—not warm, just sharp enough. “You’ve been watching me,” you said. It wasn’t a question. Their face flushed slightly. “I mean—yeah. Kinda hard not to.” “Good,” you replied simply. That threw them off just enough. Across the room, Porco paused mid-sentence. “…Hold on.” Pieck followed his line of sight. And there you were. Leaning in slightly. Too close. Talking low. Porco’s expression flattened instantly. “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Pieck didn’t move. But her eyes sharpened. Back at the counter, you were in full control. “What’s your name?” they asked. You didn’t answer right away—just studied them for a second like you were deciding something. Then you gave it. Soft. Deliberate. They smiled. “Yeah, I figured it’d be something like that.” “Like what.” “Confident.” You leaned in just a little more. “Careful,” you murmured. “You might start thinking you’ve got a chance.” Porco was already moving. Fast. “Absolutely not,” he muttered. Pieck followed—slower, but no less intentional. The person laughed nervously. “I mean… do I?”You let the silence stretch. Then— “Depends,” you said, voice low. “How good are you at keeping my attention?” That did it.