I'm sorry but i need a angsty scene with Pieck, potentially the wedding night, drunk and extremely regretful that it's her sister marrying Eren and not her
Eremika Rekindled Heart AU - The Messy Night
Slight Ship : Pokopiku, Erepiku
Happy Reading!!! <3
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The soft clinking of ice against glass did little to drown out the noise inside Pieck’s head. She sat alone at the dimly lit bar, eyes distant, heart aching. The earlier argument with Mikasa played on a loop in her mind—sharp words, accusations, the cold finality in her sister's eyes. For the first time in her life, Pieck had felt truly out of place in her own home.
She took a sip of the aged whiskey, letting the burn ground her in the present. But it didn’t last long. Memories—uninvited and cruel—began to unravel behind her eyes.
Eren, younger, reckless, charming.
He was never truly hers, but back then, it had almost felt like it.
She remembered their secret rides on horseback, his awe-struck face when she took him to Disneyland, how he had awkwardly modeled her fashion design project in front of their classmates at Paradis International Private School.
She remembered their fights too—especially the one about his obsession with street racing. She had blocked him out of fury and fear, thinking it would make him stop.
Instead, she had woken up the next morning to find him asleep beside her, arms wrapped around her waist like a promise.
“What the-?!” she’d whispered.
He just grinned sleepily. "Good morning Princess"
The knock on her door had sent them into a frenzy. Pieck scrambled to hide him in the walk-in closet just as her mother entered.
“Come on, are you have a bath yet, dear? Get dressed for breakfast,” Tamara had said. “Levi’s tennis match is in less than an hour.” She paused at the doorway and smiled, knowingly. “And tell Eren not to park like a delinquent next time.”
When she left, Pieck flushed crimson.
“Oops. Think she noticed?” Eren whispered as he emerged.
“What do you think?” Pieck huffed, still pretending to be mad.
He held her hands, earnest and wide-eyed. “I swear, I’ll stop racing. My dad already threatened to kick me out last night. If I don’t quit, I might actually end up homeless.”
Pieck had laughed. “If you end up a hobo, don’t expect me to even look at you.”
“Ouh you are so heartless girl! And here I thought you were my future wife!”
That memory shattered like glass on the floor as she returned to the present.
“You lied, Eren…” she whispered, voice cracking. “You were never going to be mine.”
Tears slid down her cheeks unnoticed. Her trembling hand reached for the whiskey again—until someone gently touched her wrist.
“You get dangerously honest when you’re drunk, Pieck,” came a teasing voice beside her. “Stop now, or I might kiss you.”
Pieck’s head turned, heart thudding. In her haze, she smiled in disbelief.
“…Eren?”
She leaned in and collapsed into his arms, murmuring, “I’ve always loved you, Eren.”
But it wasn’t him.
Porco held her carefully, his jaw tight, his heart silently breaking.
Even now, even like this… she still couldn’t see him. Only Eren.
His gaze fell on the untouched glass.
“You bastard,” he muttered, venom behind his clenched teeth. “You’ll never deserve her. And you sure as hell won’t be happy.”
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