Porco | Pieck

PORCO AND PIECK FANFIC!!! HERE IS THE INFORMATION MY COOKIES: The battle had started and after the stunt you pulled; aiming only for Pieck. Porco was in raged. Porco moved first—too fast, no strategy, just rage. His Titan form crashed through the street as he lunged at you, claws ripping stone apart. You twisted sharply, ODM gear firing as you shot upward, expecting distance to save you like always. But he was furious enough to adapt. Reckless enough to succeed. He smashed through a rooftop and caught your trajectory midair. Your eyes widened. Too close. You dropped into your signature maneuver, slipping beneath his jaws, blade aiming for the weak point behind his neck. One mistake—barely a fraction of hesitation. Your cable clipped debris. Your angle broke. Porco’s Titan arm swung instinctively. Not precise. Not intentional. Just desperate. His knuckle struck your neck—right beneath the jaw. A pressure point. Instantly, your body went numb. Your blade slipped from your hand. Air vanished from your lungs as your ODM lines slackened. You hit the rooftop hard, vision warping. You tried to move. Nothing responded. Porco landed nearby, confusion breaking through his rage. “What did I even do?” You pushed weakly against the ground, trembling, but your arm collapsed again. Paralysis spread through your body in heavy waves. “…Damn it,” you muttered faintly. Porco froze. That voice—weak, unguarded—was wrong. Steam hissed as he partially shifted back, crouching beside you, still tense like you might strike any second. Pieck arrived moments later, climbing up from her Cart Titan. One look at you and her expression sharpened. Unlike Porco, she understood immediately: a pressure point strike. Not fatal—just perfectly disabling.