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artsy0wl · 10 months

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My Brother Can’t be Hurt Again (a RaihanxPiers fic)

Experimenting with RaihanxPiers a bit. Wanted to do a fic where Marnie gives her two cents while defending her brother. I have a plan to do something similar with Hop in a RaihanxLeon fic.

Warning: referenced cheating, referenced stalking, implied abuse, mild language

Arms wrapped around Piers as he entered the living room. The scent of sand and cinnamon blended with sweat and cedar wood as Piers huffed. He wasn’t big on Bewear hugs. Especially from a Flygon sized gym leader. But Piers could manage knowing it was one of Raihan’s ways to display affection.

Now just wasn’t the time for one. With the day sporting three challenges, a concert, and Obstagoon freaking out as a storm rolled in, he needed a shower.

“Let me go.” Piers sighed. “I smell like a wet Yamper.”

“I’d say more like a wet Linoone.”

“Whatever the case, I need to freshen up. Unless you want to sleep with Obtsagoon.”

Sarcastically pouting, Raihan released Piers. “Oh, alright.” Grabbing Piers’ wrist, Raihan quickly pulled him in for a kiss. “Enjoy.”

Piers rolled his eyes, groaning. He went for the restroom. Pulling the ties out of his hair, Piers’ hair draping down like a veil was the last thing Raihan saw before the door closed. The sound of the shower running was soothing.

Leaning against the wall, Raihan hummed along to Piers’ singing. Looking at the kitchen, he wondered if he should help clean up. Not that there was much to clean up, save a few dishes.

“You better not hurt him.”

Jumping, Raihan turned to find Marnie a few feet across from him. He wasn't sure how long she had been there, but she was there all the same. Marnie was sneaky, like her brother, just shorter and younger than Piers.

However, that was not what Raihan’s focus fell on. Rather, the comment she made. A confusing, unprompted comment.

“What?” Raihan sighed, tilting his head.

“You better not hurt my brother.” She repeated.

“What a puzzling little thought.” Raihan mused, trying to keep the mood light. “I would never.”

Marnie entered the kitchen, her glare locked onto Raihan. Sitting at the table, she waited for Raihan to join her. Curious, Raihan followed, sitting across from Marnie.

“My brother might be reserved when it comes to relationships, but I won’t.” Marnie stated, folding her arms on the table. “Do you know what it’s like to see your brother so heartbroken because of an ex? I do.”

It was sweet how Marnie was looking out for Piers. He had grown accustom to Piers looking out for Marnie, but until today, he couldn’t say he saw the same from Marnie that often. If at all.

It was curious too. Out of all the things for her to get vocal about, Piers’ dating life was not what Raihan expect Marnie to get hook on first. Him getting hurt was the first thing Raihan thought of. Or perhaps when Piers was helping out with the Dynamaxing shenanigans caused by Sordward and Shielbert. But if she was going to be concerned with her brother dating him, Raihan could address it.

“Why do you think I’ll hurt him?” Raihan leaned forward resting his arms on the table. “I’m glad that you are watching out for Piers, but we’ve been together for a while and you haven’t mentioned anything until now. So why bring this up now?”

He wanted to respect Marnie’s concerns. Her concerns were valid, even if he was just finding out about them now. However, that didn’t mean Raihan didn’t have questions. That he didn’t know why she was mentioning this now.

“His first and only other boyfriend cheated on him with some minor league gym leader.” Marnie winced, face twitching with disgust. “His last girlfriend was a stalker and while things would end amicably, his first girlfriend died in a car crash a few months later.” Speechless, Raihan’s eyes widened as Marnie continued. “He tried to hide it from me, but I always knew.”

As Raihan processed everything Marnie told him, a fiery spark in her grew. Once neutral concern turned to anger and concern. Blue eyes sharpened and froze, focused on her objective.

“You may be a talented gym leader, who’s fun and determined, but can you really expect me to believe that you won’t hurt him like they did? Or that I would let you be the reason he cries himself to sleep?”

A reasonable question. Based on what she told Raihan, he had no reason to doubt her skepticism. Proving it wrong was key if they were to continue cohabitating. For their sake and especially Piers’.

“What can I do to show you that I’m not like them?”

Marnie’s expression softened, considering the notion. “Love him. Don’t be afraid to show him affection while respecting his space. Listen to him. He’s a simple guy with simple needs. However,” her glare sharpened, “he’s been fighting for so long now that he forgot he can let go.” Blue eyes sharpened. “If you want to prove yourself, let him feel secure. Let him feel like he doesn’t always have to be strong. That he can be vulnerable around you without sacrificing his dignity.”

Marnie’s head tilted as she heard the shower shut off. He’d be in there for a few more minutes. With hair like his, it needed time to dry.

”I just want Piers to be happy.” Marnie sighed. “He doesn’t deserve all of the heartbreak. Or the nights when he cries himself to sleep.”

Hands covered Marnie’s eyes as she let out a pleading sigh and jittery shoulders. It was hard to see her this vulnerable, all the while trying to hold it together for Piers. Despite not having siblings of his own, Raihan understood why she would be so concerned.

”You’re a very good sister.” Raihan commended, lightly tapping her shoulder as he heard motion. “It must be difficult, and I doubt he wants you to worry so much about him.”

Marnie smirked, wiping her eyes. “Of course he does, but these Spikemuth siblings gotta have each other’s back. Whether he likes it or not, I’m gonna protect him.”

Raihan chuckled. “And you’re doing a great job.”

“Gossiping, are we?”

Piers was standing in the doorway, hair draped over his shoulder in a twirled braid. Marnie smirked, getting out of her seat and exiting the kitchen. She flashed Raihan a glare then smiled at Piers as she went to her room. Watching Marnie, Piers wondered what she was scheming.

Using his distracted state to his advantage, Raihan stood up with a smirk. Walking over to him, wrapping an arm around Piers’ shoulders.

“We were bonding over our love for a certain Obstagoon.” Raihan kissed Piers’ forehead.

Piers groaned rolling his eyes. “At least she didn’t bite you. Or call Team Yell.” He shrugged his shoulders. “The last person I dated ran out after she and Liz threatened to release a hoard of angry Stunky on her.” He kissed Raihan, who was concerned, but impressed. “I think she likes you.”

Treating Piers to breakfast at his favorite diner was supposed to be a good time. Raihan was going to take Marnie’s request to heart. He was going to show Piers that he could make him feel safe.

But one trip to the restroom seemed to stop that. Raihan was only gone for a few minutes and knew Piers would be fine. Or so he thought.

Instead, Raihan found Piers’s arm being held by some guy, visibly disturbed. The man in front of him had blond hair, brown eyes, and stood about five centimeters taller than Piers. The smirk on his faced wreaked of annoyance with intent that was not going the way he wanted it to.

“Let me go!” Piers growled.

“I came out all this way to see you,” his grip tightened, “the least you can do is show me some respect and talk to me.”

“You don’t deserve my respect. Not after you cheated on me.”

“You’re still hung up on that? Piers. Babe. That was the old me. I was young and stupid. I’ve learned my lesson and want to start over.”

“Not. Interested.” Piers yanked his arm away from the man. “Besides, I’m seeing someone else.”

“I know. That dumbass gym leader from Hammerlocke. Not that I care.” He shoved Piers against the wall, now seeming to bring attention to himself and Piers as he pinned Piers there. “Only one person can have you. Me. And I ain’t about to let some cocky son of a bitch steal you.”

The man held Pier’s chin as he widely grinned. Eyes flickered as the man leaned closer to Piers. Panic set in faster than a Rapidash as Piers realized what was going on.

“Let me go, you piece of shite.” Piers kneed the man in the stomach, causing him to recoil long enough for him to free his arm. “We. Are. Over. And I am not stooping to your level because you think you own me. Just leave me alone!”

“Why you little…”

A hand raised aggressively as the man retaliated. But before the man could hit Piers, a fist landed squarely on his face, colliding with his cheekbone. Raihan stood between them now, shielding Piers from whatever the man’s next move could be.

“Back off.” Raihan growled.

The man stood up, enraged, ready to fight Raihan. The dragon tamer, meanwhile, stood over him with an equally aggressive smirk. As he took a step forward, Raihan felt a tug on his sleeve. Looking back, Oiers shook his head.

“Just take me home.”

Piers’ glare turned, bitterly looking at the door. And though his face refused to show it, he was shaken. His frame was fidgeting like an anxious Yamper. His frame shrunken like an alarmed Silicobra.

Raihan glared at the man before looking around. Finally noting the crowd, Raihan nodded. He grabbed Piers and got out of the diner.

“I can’t fucking believe him.” Piers slammed the door behind him. “That arsehole thinks he can just show up acting like he did nothing wrong.” He tossed his jacket on the ground. “Then tries to kiss me thinking it’ll make everything better. Fuck that!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Piers tried to recompose himself. He looked at Raihan, who had been pretty quiet for the entire journey home. It made Piers feel guilty seeing as he was letting the incident at the dinner get to him.

“I’m sorry for losing my cool. That was my ex.” Piers folded his arms. “I thought I wouldn't see him again. Prayed I wouldn’t. I… I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I let him get under my skin. I thought I was over him and the torment he put me through. I should have walked away and found you. Not let him corner me like that.”

Tense, Piers walked down the hallway, Raihan not far behind. As Piers entered his room, a fist struck the wall. Though it didn’t leave a dent, it did cause Raihan to jump, rushing over to Piers to make sure he was okay. He inspected the hand, that was now turning red on his knuckles. A defeated sigh escaped him as his free hand covered his face.

Raihan led Piers to the bathroom. Grabbing the first aid kit, he pulled out the bandages. Piers’ hand might not have been bleeding, but Raihan wanted it covered to prevent further damage. Piers, all the while, was quiet, grinding his teeth. He didn’t resist as Raihan had him sit on the counter and worked on his hand.

Remembering what Marnie said earlier that Piers just confirmed, Raihan processed what to do from here. His blood was boiling now that he had a face to the ex. But what made it worse, was how swiftly the man chose to hit Piers. That didn’t feel spontaneous. That felt familiar.

“He didn’t just cheat on you, did he?” Raihan inquired.

Silence. Raihan stood in front of him, leaning forward, as he watched Piers. Black and white hair shook as adrenaline started to subside. Raihan wasn’t going to be forceful, but he wanted to help.

“Piers? Did he beat you?”

Piers, through gritted teeth and aggravated panic, nodded. Backing up slightly, Raihan let out a sympathetic sigh. No wonder Piers was so stressed. Cheating on Piers was already bad, but beating him only made it worse. Raihan wondered if Marnie knew. Though given she never mentioned it, Raihan doubted she did.

Mentally, Raihan was glad that he stepped in. There was no way in hell he would let that happen. Ever again. However, that didn’t matter in the moment. Not when Piers was trying to hold off every emotion in the book.

Adrenaline and rage dissipated as Piers’ frame deflated. His body shook violently now, and tears started trailing. He remained quiet, but tried to hide his face. Raihan gently held Piers’ shoulders.

“Piers… It’s… I’m here.” Patiently, he waited for a response. It didn’t have to be vocal. It could be a nod. A glance. An extended hand. Anything.

“Hold me.” Piers softly requested.

He gently pulled Piers off of the counter and pulled him in for a hug. Raihan’s hand cupped the back of Piers’ head, as his other around Piers’ waist.

“Let it out.”

Piers buried his head in Raihan’s jacket. His arms wrapped his arms around Raihan as he let out a whimper. His legs buckled and gave out, which prompted Raihan to sit down, setting Piers on his lap.

Raihan remained silent, letting Piers get out what he needed to without prodding. His head tilted as he heard footsteps. Light, worried footsteps.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Raihan quietly assured, looking at Marnie with a sympathetic gaze as he tightened his hold slightly. “He had a rough morning.”

Nodding, Marnie disappeared for a moment. She returned with a black and white blanket with red accents. Proceeding to drape it over Piers, Marnie sat beside them, resting her hand on her brother’s back.

“It’s okay.” Marnie whispered. “I’m here, and Raihan’s gonna protect you, yeah. We love you.”

Her hand fell onto her lap as Piers weakly nodded. Glaring at Raihan, Raihan knew Marnie was thanking him. Though he knew he had a ways to go to prove himself, he knew this was a start.

Raihan pulled her into the hug, letting the Spikemuth duo share the embrace as Piers released the beast. Unity and comfort was a dish best served warm and that’s just what they needed. Flicking Piers’s hair, he reflected on the situation. He hated that Piers had to suffer, but he also realized he needed to see it. To see the pain. And now that he did, Raihan knew what to do in order to protect Piers. And he would do everything in his power to keep Piers safe.

#au #fanfic #fanfiction #ship fic #angst #kibana #pokemon #pokémon #raihan #raihan x piers #eboyshipping #hurt/comfort #angst with comfort #marnie #marnie pokemon #oneshot #kbnz #piers #nezu #hugs

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haru-with-mdzs · 3 months

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Reblog this post and state your favourite mdzs character + reasons in the tags

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #for me #it's obviously jiang cheng #i love the depth he has to his character #jiang cheng who was fucking mad at wei wuxian because wei wuxian didn't want to share his problems with him #jiang cheng who was the youngest in the family with absolutely no experience with children raising jin ling #jiang cheng who was barely twenty when he rebuilt lotus pier #jiang cheng who really lived up to his parents' expectations in the end #i just love him so much #i get that some people don't like him because he wasn't willing to help the wens #he's a sect leader with responsibilities #he would have supported his brother if he wasn't one #he's my comfort character and everytime i read book 5 where he breaks down in guanyin temple i just cry so much #will be adding more in the future because this is about jiang cheng and this much isn't enough

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charrtastrophe · 2 years

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its been a long time since i last drew piers <3 love the funky older brother

#piers sword and shield #gym leader piers #piers pkmn #my art #digital art #nintendo fan art #nintendo #pokemon #pokemon sw/sh #piers pokemon #digital illustration #artist #artists on tumblr #original artwork #its my comfort character i will dress him how i like #fanart

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i-still-mask-because · 8 months

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I still mask because I can't avert my eyes from the obvious signs that it has never gone away since 2020. Like, I'm often not even good at noticing subtlety IRL, but these signs are not hard to find. People are in denial.

AND I still avoid eating in restaurants because eating is the one thing you have to take off your mask for, and I am not doing that in some indoor and enclosed environment where hundreds if not thousands of people have been unmasked that day alone.

Also just... thank you so much for making this blog ^^;;

😷

#i feel this so so much.#people really are in denial and believe they're exempt from reality #frustrating and infuriating feel like understatements at this point.#and i too don't feel comfortable eating indoors at aaallll.#i would need to be the only person in the restaurant in order for me to feel comfortable with that. and even then are the employees masking #if I'm not at home i 100% prefer to eat somewhere as isolated as possible.#ideally somewhere with a comfortable view and lots of nature around me to add a layer of safety and ease.#during this course im taking I've been enjoying my lunch at a street pier and finding some ease with watching the view of the river & plant #it's the little things that help.#also of course!!! I'm so so glad this blog is serving as a safe space for people! :)#fr I'm really happy to hear you're appreciating it ty for letting me know ^_^#thank you for sharing 😷💛#covid #i still mask because #covid isn't over #covid is airborne #covid pandemic #covid awareness #ask queue

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silverflame2724 · 1 year

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Alternate universe where Su She admires and wishes to support Wei Wuxian for saving her life 2 times (Aquatic Abysses and Xuanwu Cave) in addition tobe convinced that he hates Lan Wangji and Jin Zixun too

I actually quite like this prompt so forgive me for taking so long to write it! Hope you enjoy!

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Su Minshan thought that this was the end. That his arrogance that he thought he could match up to Lan-we-gongzi would be his downfall.

Never would he have thought that Wei Wuxian, whose was thought to be the most arrogant of all, would disregard his own safety to help someone like him!

But Wei Wuxian was known more for his speed than strength and was soon weighed down by Su Minshan.

Su Minshan thought that Wei Wuxian would do the obvious thing and let him go to save himself. As he had seen many others do.

But no.

Wei Wuxian did not do the smart thing and let him go. He weaved through the relentless attacks of the waterborne abyss, holding him even tighter than before.

In the end though, they had to rely on Lan-er-gongzi’s arm strength to pull them out. Wei Wuxian teased the young master, only to receive the expected biting sarcasm as before. Su Minshan might have missed it if he weren’t so close, but Wei Wuxian’s hand trembled with an unseen hurt.

Su Minshan narrowed his eyes at this. He would make sure to repay his savior, Wei Wuxian. Not now, but perhaps when he has the necessary power and resources. Or, at a good time.

He found an opportunity soon enough. Jin Zixuan was famously known for disrespecting Wei Wuxian’s Shijie. While Su Minshan did not want to draw a sect heir’s ire, if he could get revenge for his saviour somehow, wouldn’t Wei Wuxian look upon him with favor?

So he put his plan into motion in the coming few days.

The common people were rather grateful to him and the others that helped contained the Waterborne Abyss so it was easy to buy a bunch of fish at a cheap price.

He planned to donate the fish to the Cloud Recesses’ kitchens - he was not naive - wasting food was just wrong - only asking for the scraps of the fish - namely the guts. Of course, to not implicate himself, he had left the fish in special storage containers after gutting the fish. Soon after, Su Minshan waited until the afternoon, made sure his savior was locked up in the Library Pavilion to complete his copying punishment and smeared most of the fish guts all over Jin Zixuan’s room.

The reason he waited until Wei Wuxian was in the Library Pavilion was because he knew people would be quick to blame his savior for the incident. After all, Jin Zixuan had recentlymade a snide remark about Jiang Yanli recently and Su Minshan had watched Wei Wuxian tremble with rage, being barely held back by his shidis. Wei Wuxian had ample motive to carry out this revenge and Su Minshan wished not to implicate him.

Jin Zixuan soon arrived in his room and nearly retched at the smell. Su Minshan grinned.

Jin Zixuan had raged for a while, thinking it was Wei Wuxian, but when questioned, Wei Wuxian had been in the library completing his punishment. There was not enough time for him to do that to Jin Zixuan and no one had seen him anywhere near Jin Zixuan’s room.

Wei Wuxian was let go and Su Minshan sighed in relief. Revenge complete.

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Wei Wuxian was evidently a lot smarter than people thought and quickly found out that it was Su Minshan who had done that. Turns out he hadn’t been as sneaky as he had thought.

When asked why, Su Minshan merely smiled. “Wei-gongzi, you rescued me, remember? This is what I should do to repay you.”

“Ah...that--” Wei Wuxian looked sheepish. “Thank you.....umm....”

“Su She, Su Minshan. I know we never got introduced to each other.”

“Then.. Su-xiong. Thank you, really.” He gave Su Minshan a bright smile. “I really appreciate it.”

Su Minshan felt elated being recognized like this. “Can....Can we be friends?”

Wei Wuxian grinned. “Of course! Call me Wei-xiong or Wei Wuxian, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Okay, Wei Wuxian.”

After an invitation to join Wei Wuxian and his friends was offered, Su Minshan agreed and parted soon after. He had classes to get to. But when he turned around, he was met with a glare from Lan-er-gongzi. Which was odd considering he hadn’t done anything.

But, as Su Minshan found out, Lan-er-gongzi was jealous. Jealous of the closeness between them, of the casual, affectionate touches Wei Wuxian gave everyone but him.

Hmph. If he was so jealous, he shouldn’t have hurt Wei Wuxian’s feelings.

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It was regrettable, but the time the guest disciples were here came to an end. Wei Wuxian promised to write letters to him and Su Minshan was elated at that.

However, he had to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time. He had had a tough time keeping Wei Wuxian from punching Jin Zixuan and getting sent home early, but thanks to Su She’s interference, it didn’t end up like that. He even spent a lot of time distracting Wei Wuxian from mischief that the Jiang clan always seemed to draw him into.

But, thanks to that, Wei Wuxian and him had become close.

And perhaps, because of that closeness, Su Minshan despised Lan Wangji. That man had finally had the balls to approach Wei Wuxian after the other had left him alone and only had the harshest things to say. Watching Wei Wuxian flinch imperceptibly had made him shake with anger.

Su Minshan took great joy in making sure Wei Wuxian hardly ever crossed paths with Lan Wangji and seeing Lan Wangji’s distraught face from afar. Eventually, Wei Wuxian avoided Lan Wangji on his own and Su Minshan was satisfied seeing Wei Wuxian finally start to dislike the Second Jade.

Childishly, he wanted to stick his tongue out at the man.

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However, tragedy struck. The Cloud Recesses burned and they barely had time to recover before being forced into an indoctrination. As usual, Wei Wuxian took care of everyone and did his best to make sure everyone's spirits were up, even Lan Wangji's. Su Minshan might have disliked Lan Wangji for his treatment of Wei Wuxian, but after what had happened, Su Minshan didn't block Wei Wuxian from assisting Lan Wangji. Especially since Lan Wangji's leg was broken during the Wen invasion.

Wen Chao is a terrible, good-for-nothing and Su Minshan wants nothing more than to crush him. But as weakened as he was and how surrounded by Wens they were, there was not much he could do. However.....when push came to shove and a girl - Luo Qingyang, if he recalled correctly - was to be bled to force out whatever beast was in the cave, Wei Wuxian, as always, came up with a great solution and held Wen Chao at sword point, effectively stopping the Wens' movement. Not even a few minutes later, a huge murderous turtle moved from underneath Wei Wuxian, distracting everyone. This was Su Minshan's chance!

Wen Zhuliu had been a deterrent to all. The Core-Melting hand had been a big reason for everyone's hesitance to rebel. If he was gone.....

Su Minshan sent a strong kick towards Wen Zhuliu's back and quickly hid amongst the panic. He watched in satisfaction as Wen Zhuliu was snapped up in the turtle's jaws and quickly swallowed down.

There. He won't bother anyone ever again.

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He didn't want to. Wei Wuxian had volunteered to stay behind and distract the monster to allow everyone to escape. Su Minshan wanted to stay behind but Wei Wuxian grinned and pushed him out.

"Don't worry. I'll be right behind you. Thanks for worrying though, Minshan."

Su Minshan nodded and reluctantly started to leave with the others. He turned around to say goodbye and saw the turtle snap at Wei Wuxian.

"Wei-xiong, watch out!"

Wei Wuxian turned too late. However....Lan Wangji had pushed him out of the way and gotten captured by the turtle instead. He didn't see what happened next as he was pulled underwater and through the exit.

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He didn't see Wei Wuxian when they exited the cave. He heard, of course, how they killed the Xuanwu of Slaughter. But didn't see him. He didn't see Wei Wuxian at all until he came back, cloaked in darkness.

He pushed everyone away and his sunlight-like smile was replaced by a manic grin. Su Minshan of course knew what might have happened. He had heard of the burning of Lotus Pier, of the loss of their disciples. And, of course, Wei Wuxian being captured by Wen Chao. There were rumors and whispers from the Wen guards that Wen Chao tossed Wei Wuxian into the Burial Mounds.

Most brushed that off, saying it was impossible for anyone to survive it. But not Su Minshan. He knew that that had probably happened. What with Wei Wuxian controlling resentful energy, his uncharacteristic attitude towards the Wens, towards his friends.

No one gets out of the Burial Mounds alive. And, perhaps, in a way, that is true. For the Wei Wuxian they all knew - the sunshine-bright boy - was gone.

But what Wei Wuxian needed was not judgement, like that bastard Jin Zixun. It wasn't pity (or whatever Lan Wangji was attempting to do). It was support. And if Su Minshan could provide that for him, he who remembered him and saved him over and over again. Su Minshan would be satisfied with that.

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"Wei-xiong."

"Hm? Minshan? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Wei Wuxian asked.

Su Minshan shook his head. "I'm fine." He paused. "Well, as fine as anyone could be with the war going on. But I'm worried about you."

"Me? I'm fine, there's nothing wrong." Wei Wuxian put his shields up, eyes shifty and nervous.

"Wei-xiong.....we're friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then, you should know that I support you, right?"

"But doesn't GusuLan have rules against demonic cultivation?"

"Sure they do. But you're not evil. Those rules are bullshit sometimes. Like they think that just by following the "orthodox" path, you can avoid being evil. But if that were true, the Wens wouldn't have done all of this."

Wei Wuxian gave a small chuckle. "That's true enough."

"Now, Wei-xiong, I heard from many Wen guards that you were tossed in the Burial Mounds." Wei Wuxian paled. "Now while most refuse to believe that. I believe that that had happened. How else would you have such mastery over it? You love to boast about your cultivation. Why would you risk tainting it with demonic cultivation? Something must have forced you to use it."

"You're quite smart." Wei Wuxian whispered after some time.

"Heh. One of my best strengths." Su Minshan felt happy at the praise. "But most people are idiots."

Wei Wuxian laughed again. "You're the best. Thank you."

"No problem. You've always saved me. I would be an idiot to not help you in return. If you can't accept my help, think of it as a debt I want to pay back to you."

"Alright." Wei Wuxian smiled, not as bright as before, but still there. "Alright."

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Lol. Anon, you asked for me to have a Su Minshan that wishes to support Wei Wuxian but I took it as Su Minshan actively supporting Wei Wuxian from the shadows. Let me know if this is fine or if you'd like me to change it!

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pierswife · 3 months

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Not planning on leaving tumblr but!!! I think a nice fresh start somewhere will be fun :D (aka my bluesky is actually set up now)

#data log: personal #already got blocked by another piers selfshipper WHOOPS /lh dw idc I think it's a little amusing #I was just reposting art and didn't realize until after bf dhsfbs #whatever makes them comfortable but I will NOT let anyone or anything make me shut up about piers anymore #not letting people stamp all over me again not fucking happening

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tiredsurvivoronmain · 5 days

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Feeling emotionally sore right now and I wanna indulge in Piers content for a day or two, hope ya'll don't mind

#piers is my comfort character atm #i think i'm having an empathy overload/compassion fatigue #work was busy and stressful yesterday and i got overwhelmed #the emotions came crashing down not long after I got home

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yeehawbvby · 1 month

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I love you. | Ch. 1

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: "Unabashedly, he said the next part out loud. 'I love you.'

...He was being silly, right?

He was just fooling around because he was drunk and wanted affection.

Right?

Right."

Author’s Note: This wasn’t supposed to be as angsty as it is, but here we are!! ٩( ᐛ )و

I wrote most of this while I was half asleep. I’ll make edits at some point if I need to.

Hope y’all enjoy x

Check it out on ao3!

Max was enjoying having the apartment to herself for a change.

More often than not, at least one of her two roommates were home with her - whether it be Piers, because their shifts and/or plans matched up, or Marnie, because she didn’t have to see her tutor or go out for a playdate or whatever. To be alone with nothing to worry about other than her pokemon and herself was bliss for such an introvert.

She had spent the past three hours sprawled across the sofa in the apartment’s main room. She was swapping back and forth between playing a game on her old DS and grinding an otome on her phone. Her hair was styled into low pigtails and draped over the side of the sofa so that they would stay out of the way, and she had on her ideal sleepwear for warm nights like this: a lightweight tank top and soft cotton shorts. She’d prefer to be in bigger clothes that she could curl up and hide in, but she and Piers were trying to cut back on bills, which meant no aircon for a bit.

Before situating herself on the couch, she used a face mask that she’d been saving for a time like this. A night where she could really relax and let it do its thing with her skin. Before that, she had treated herself to some takeout from her favorite Alolan joint.

This was the comfiest Max had been in ages. Sure, she’d be physically comfier in her bed, but it was nice to be cozy outside of that room for a change. To be alone in a room she’s never truly alone in, especially after having tidied it up throughout the day…

Until the door flung open, a drunken Piers stumbling through.

Ough.

It’s not that she didn’t want to see him. She was always glad to have him around — if she can’t be alone, but she wants to be alone, he’s the one person she’d happily grant a free pass to interrupt that alone time.

Max sighed, sitting herself up to observe the man. His hair, previously contained in a neat, high ponytail, was now loosely hanging closer to his nape. His fringe, damp from the summer humidity, molded itself into the rest of his hair, revealing his full complexion. His bold eyebrows and bright eyes being on full display rather than half-obscured was a rare treat.

Cute… she thought.

Her gaze lowered as Piers undid the first few buttons on his short-sleeved, black and red, paisley patterned button-up, creating a v-shaped window of porcelain skin that ended just below his chest.

Oh.

She felt her cheeks grow warm as she tapped her thumb to her pointer — Krabby hands, she and Piers called it — to stim away her less innocent thoughts.

Piers was softly humming a tune as he then struggled to balance while he untied his combat boots’ laces. He left the door open — just as Max noticed, though, so did Piers. He bumped it shut with his hip before plopping to the ground in front of it and continuing his battle with his shoes.

He was completely unaware of Max’s curious stare as he worked. His head was empty aside from thoughts of how glad he was to be home from that Yell gathering, how sweaty he felt, and how much he wanted to see Max.

He was a happy and sappy drunk at times. He couldn’t help it, nor did he care enough to try to stop it. Right now he just knew he needed to be near her.

Finally ripping his boots off, he breathed deeply and tossed them aside. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, nearly drifting off for a moment. Focusing on how much everything was spinning, and how sleepy he felt.

Maybe a quick nap before I go find her…

The creak of the floorboards grabbed his attention. He opened his eyes and a big, dopey grin spread across his face as Max strolled over.

“Max!”

Oh my god. “Hello!” she offered back through a yawn into her elbow, slightly impeded by some laughter. She jumped right to business. “You drink any water while you were out?”

“Nah.”

“I’ll get you some.” Hands raised over her head as she stretched, she detoured to the left towards the kitchen.

Come back… “I don’ need it,” Piers insisted.

“You don’t need a hangover either.”

Yeah but this is encroaching on my time with you come baaack—

His thoughts wound up translating to, “But,” he pauses to sigh, “Maaaax.”

“What?!”

Piers grinned at the hint of a smile in Max’s voice. “C’meeere.”

“After I get your water, sure.”

Piers groaned, giving up. He shut his eyes again and rubbed at their inner corners, and in his daze, he hadn’t even heard Max come back. She crouched down at his side, a glass of water in one hand, a spoon and a packet of flavored electrolyte mix in the other.

“Here.” Piers opened his eyes again, and Max continued, “I brought this too,” she flapped around the mix a bit, “just in case you want it.”

Lazily peering back and forth between the objects in Max’s hands and Max’s face, he just quietly hummed an acknowledgement. After a few moments, Max grinned, confused as to what Piers wanted, but amused by his demeanor. He was blissfully unaware, now intent on memorizing the exact curvature of Max’s smile.

Flushing at how intensely he was staring, Max nervously laughed and tried to snap him out of it. “Piers!”

“Max!” he beamed.

She huffed out another laugh and averted her view. Then she sat cross legged and began fixing up the drink for him. If he wasn’t going to make the decision, she would.

“So, how was it?” she asked, trying to divert Piers’ attention away from her.

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Too many people.”

Subtly nodding, Max acknowledged, “Yell’s a big crowd. But I’m sure at least some of it was fun, yeah?”

Piers hummed and nodded his answer.

Removing a full spoon from the glass, Max put it in her mouth, testing to make sure there wasn’t too much or too little water. Piers’ eyes were glued to her lips for the short moment they were wrapped around the utensil, then on her throat, watching it bob as she swallowed. They both looked so nice… so soft…

Before Piers could say any of his thoughts out loud, Max curtly nodded and handed him the drink. He got stuck on her big and expectant eyes for a moment before snapping out of it, taking the cup from her.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

He took a sip as Max stood, walking away to discard the spoon and empty packet. He didn’t realize how dehydrated he’d become. Proceeded to chug down the rest before Max came back.

Upon seeing this, she laughed, “Damn. Want some more?”

He shook his head. Max took the cup back to the kitchen and returned again feeling as prepared as she could be to haul Piers to his room. He looked exhausted.

“Can you stand?” she asked as she crouched down again.

Piers fixated on her face again, ignoring her question.

Stop looking at me like that oh my god— “Piers!”

Max leaned closer and clasped Piers’ face in each of her hands. She was trying to be stern, but her rosy grin made the action come off playful instead.

It didn’t help her case at all.

Piers blinked and looked like he was normal again for, like, a second, before he grew lost in his studies again. He placed his hands atop Max’s, totally engulfing them. Her face was burning hot as she looked down at her knees, taking a deep breath before looking at her friend again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Piers cut her off, shifting his palms to her cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

Max’s eyes widened. She froze up, gnawing her lower lip as she tried to figure out what to say. “Um…” Her eyes instinctively drifted to his lips, but she was able to save herself. “N-no,” she rejected, tearing her gaze back up to meet his, “You need to, uh, lie down. Or something.”

“Then can I kiss you?”

“Oh, Arc’s sake,” she breathed, looking down again and shutting her eyes, her hands relocating to cover her face.

On one hand, it’s not like it would be a bad thing. They’d already discussed their rules or whatever. They could kiss freely. No strings attached, or whatever they told themselves.

On the other, she didn’t want him to think she was taking advantage of him when he sobered up. It’s not like they’d do anything more than kiss, and she wouldn’t dream of doing anything sleazy, but her mind flooded with self-destructive thoughts about how she would seem like a creep, and how he might think she was going to try more than that, and what if she did do something creepy by accident, and—

“Please?”

Max, dumbfounded by how sweetly Piers had said that one word, looked at him again. He looked so relaxed, so happy. So hopeful. She could feel her heart melting in her chest.

Oh my god.

She sighed.

…It couldn’t hurt, right?

“We’ll see,” she concluded.

She knew he trusted her. She knew a kiss wouldn’t break that trust. She needed to chill before she spiraled herself into a panic attack or something.

She removed Piers’ hands from her face and stood up, still holding them. “C’mon,” she prompted.

She gave Piers a little tug and gestured her head towards the hallway where the bedrooms and bathroom branched out of. He complied, begrudgingly picking himself up with a little help from Max. He lost balance as he straightened, causing Max to clasp his shoulders in an attempt to keep him upright.

“Careful,” she muttered.

Piers was speechless as she took care to make sure he was okay.

She’s so nice…

Feeling like a giant compared to Max as he towered over her, and forgetting how light he actually was, he was cautious to not put too much weight on her. She could handle all of it with some effort, but in the moment he was none the wiser.

As they crossed the room and entered the hall, Max nodded to the bathroom. “You wanna brush your teeth and stuff?”

“Am I stinky?”

Max stifled a laugh. She knew he was being goofy, but he did a damn good job pretending like he was worried about it. “Pfft. No, but—“

“I’m good then.”

“But your teeth—“

“C’mon.”

“Huh?”

Piers was now the one tugging Max along. He just wanted to lay down with her. To hold her. Maybe get a smooch out of it. Or two. Or more. It’s not like he would limit her. He’d do anything for her. He’d do anything with her.

God, he loved her so much.

Flopping onto the bed, Piers pulled Max down with him. She landed face-first on his upper tummy. Her laughter reverberated through it, tickling him a little. Made him giggle.

“Careful, dude!” she lightly scolded through her residual laughter. She fixed her hair out of the way and laid down on her side next to him, propped up on an elbow.

She was desperately trying to ignore how fondly Piers was staring up at her. Her heart was fluttering madly while her stomach flipped below it.

Focus.

She wanted to make sure Piers was safe and comfy and not gonna, like, throw up and die, or something. He usually held his drinks well enough, unlike her, but she could never be too careful.

“You’re not gonna put on pyjamas?” she asked while fixing some loose hair out of Piers’ eyes.

“Not yet.”

Max was about to protest before Piers cut off her train of thought. He took her hand off his face and smoothly flipped over, now hovering above Max and pinning her hand to the pillow.

Max couldn’t help the gasp that came out of her mouth. She looked up at him, wide-eyed at how sudden that was. How hot it was.

…But also at how pretty he was. At how perfect he looked with his barely-contained ponytail now draping over his shoulder, threatening to tickle her own. How cozy she felt watching him just as fondly as he had watched her moments before.

Her free hand moved on its own, reaching up to Piers’ cheek. Beckoning him closer. Wanting to be as close as she could to him. Piers leaned into it, smiling so contentedly just barely above her face. He felt calm in spite of his racing thoughts:

You’re beautiful. I love you. I want you. I love you. I need to kiss you. I—

Unabashedly, he said the next part out loud. “I love you.”

All the air left Max’s lungs as she stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wh— huh?!”

Piers repeated himself.

Max took a second to buffer.

He was being silly, right?

He was just fooling around because he was drunk and wanted affection.

Right?

Right.

She could say it back, like she wanted to, or she could deny it entirely…

She chose the latter. It was easier that way.

“Don’t— don’t say that.”

He looked so sad as he questioned her. It made Max feel mean. Was she being mean? “Why not?”

She frowned. “Because you don’t mean it,” she assured herself more than him, “You’re drunk, you’re just saying things at this point.”

“I mean it,” he practically whined. At least he had his smile back. Now he thought she was being silly. “I lo—“

Kind of bummed, very confused, and not wanting to have this kind of discussion while Piers was intoxicated, she quickly cut him off, “Um, y-you can kiss me now, if you want.”

It worked. In his own weird, barely cognizant way, Piers thought that was her way of saying it back.

He leaned in some more, his pretty smile widening and small crows feet forming on the outer edge of his sleepy, piercing, beautiful cyan eyes.

Max was smitten.

It was okay if he didn’t really mean what he said. She could settle for just pretending that he did.

“Yeah?” Piers whispered, his mouth nearly touching hers. It came out husky, stealing Max’s breath away again.

Max’s nerves were on fire as she nodded, leaning up to close the gap.

It had been a while since they last found themselves like this. They both constantly craved it, wanting nothing more than to just lose themselves in the other’s touch. They felt both at home and invigorated by it. Max’s internal conflicts melted away as she cupped Piers’ nape to encourage him to sink into her lips, his hand tightening around hers in tandem.

It was funny, Max thought, how haphazard Piers’ drunken kisses were. They were feverish, yet gentle; his lips lingered on hers with the tenderness of a lover, but pressed into them with the fervor of a one-time fling.

He silently worshiped her, releasing her hand in favor of running his thumb along the bottom edge of her bottom lip, and then her cheek, holding the side of her face in a weak attempt to pull her closer than she already was. Desperately clinging onto each breath she made against his mouth as if it was her last. Savoring how her tongue softly flicked at his own, then twirled around it. Priding himself in the Gooserene bumps that sprouted on her neck while his fingers trailed across its side, and the audible inhale she took through her nose when he slotted himself between her thighs, pushing her left leg outward with his right knee.

He was still drunk, without a doubt, but this was the clearest he’d felt since coming home.

Max’s newly clouded head juxtaposed him, though. She felt like she was losing herself; incorporeal beneath his weight, all that existed was him. All that mattered was him. The alcohol she tasted on his tongue seemed to seep into her own system, and the soft hair she ran her fingers through was a sleeper agent, coaxing her to another realm of existence — a dream world where time stopped everywhere except Piers’ room, on Piers’ bed.

The only thing that snapped her back to the present was his lips leaving hers, trailing next to her chin, across her jaw, and finally onto her neck. She couldn’t stop the quiet whimpers that she let out as he left an open mouthed kiss, then a little nip, right at her sweet spot; and he hummed almost instinctively in response to those sounds, the soft vibration sending a chill straight to her—

Good god, she needed to stop him.

“P-Piers,” she whispered.

It came out breathier than she’d intended it to. Still dazed, he interpreted her tone as a sign to keep going, sucking softly at her skin.

Shit shit shit—

Her fight or flight kicked in, and in her panic, she accidentally shouted her next attempt. “Oi!” She punctuated the word by cupping his face and pushing him back, shrinking in on herself to create some extra distance.

He looked shocked, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he scanned Max’s worried expression.

Did I do something wrong?

“What? What’s up?”

“Um…” Max froze. “You, um…”

Shit, Max, say something. Anything.

She let out a defeated sigh, avoiding looking Piers in the face, and her mouth twitching while she tried to form words that wouldn’t come out.

Oh no.

The room was spinning, her heart was racing, and on top of that, she couldn’t speak. Tears started to well in her eyes.

Why was this happening? What the fuck happened? Why was she panicking?

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

…But their agreement.

She loved him.

She thought about what he had said earlier: “ I love you. I mean it.”

What if I had said it back? she asked herself.

Why didn’t I?

Should I have said it?

Should I now?

Should I tell him I love him and then continue on with whatever was about to happen? As if this never happened?

Did he mean it?

“I mean it.”

He didn’t. There’s no way.

“I love you.”

He loves making and performing music, he loves gaming, he loves going for late night rides to the shore to write and stargaze. He loves Marnie. He loves his team. He loves this city.

He loves me… as a friend.

“I love you.”

No. No romance. Our agreement—

“I love you.“

I love you. But—

“I love you.”

Please don’t lie to me.

“I love you.”

No.

“I love you.”

Please—

“Max!” Piers called, his right hand firmly planted on her cheek.

Was it shaking?

Max’s silence, followed by tears, followed by panicking her way into disassociation, sobered Piers right up. His mind scrambled as he tried to figure out what happened.

His brain was able to put together bits and pieces: Max walking to him from the couch, Max helping him to his room, Max giggling against his belly…

That was it. There was no in-between. There was no buffer between that and now either, really. He knows they kissed, and he knows he kissed her neck. He didn’t leave any marks, luckily. Maybe kissing her neck was risky..? They’d done more scandalous things than that without breaking their “rules,” though.

Maybe it was just a bad day for her?

Did he ruin her day?

Did he do something wrong?

It didn’t matter.

Well. No. It did matter, and it mattered a lot. But he needed to make sure Max was okay, that she was going to be okay, and then he could figure the rest out.

He tried to break through to her a few times. It was only when held her face and forced her view onto him that she came back.

Piers watched Max with wide eyes, upturned brows, and a heaving chest as she blinked a few times, her vision obscured by tears. She tried her best to focus on his face to no avail. She looked down, feeling self-conscious.

“Hey, look at me.” Max heeded his words, and did her best to deepen her breaths and squeeze her tears out of the way as he reaffirmed, “It’s alright, love, you’re gonna be alright.”

She still couldn’t speak, only a meek squeak coming out in lieu of a proper response. She felt so pathetic.

I did this to her, Piers thought, I don’t know what I did, but I think this is my fault.

What did I do?

He felt his own eyes begin to sting. Damn it.

“Don’t push yourself,” he instructed, “Just breathe with me, yeah?”

Max managed a barely-there nod before they began. Piers wanted her to be okay, but he wanted to be okay enough himself to make sure of that. This was just as much for him as it was for her.

Max tried her best to match the rise and fall of his chest with her own, and soon enough, she was able to breathe without his help. She could see him clearly for a moment, but upon viewing Piers’ anxious expression, her eyes grew wetter.

The absolute last thing she wanted to do was make him feel shitty too.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed.

She was fully crying now. At least she was vocal again. For now, at least.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Piers expressed his main concern, “I just want you to be okay. Okay? Don’t worry about me.”

Seeming too lost in her own head again to accept his response, Max just repeated, “I’m so sorry.”

He sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment, calming himself down.

Shit. Focus.

He wanted to kiss her again. On the forehead, on her cheeks, anywhere that might potentially make her feel better. Make her feel safe and loved. He refrained, worried he’d just overcrowd her.

As if he wasn’t doing that already. He only realized then that he was still firmly planted atop her. He moved over, laying on his side.

He raised his top arm a bit. Silently telling her that, if she wanted, she could seek comfort in him.

She obliged, scooting herself closer. As she nuzzled herself into his chest, Piers wrapped his arm around her. Detangled her long hair from around her body. Rubbed her upper back. Placed his palm against the back of her head, holding her close.

Max, in the meantime, was doing her best to accept his kindness. To forget her worries, to just exist here and now. She let Piers engulf her, pressing her body to his as she sought refuge in his smell, in his skin, in his embrace.

She was reminded upon touching her forehead to his chest that Piers’ shirt was partially undone, and knew that she was starting to feel better upon acknowledging that she felt flustered. She found it hard to feel anything other than sadness when she felt low enough.

She sighed, letting herself relax. Feeling herself drifting, given how mentally strenuous the past ten minutes or so had been; and above her, Piers was struggling to keep awake himself, having already been tired before the events that unfolded.

Max cuddled a little closer, now fully plastered to Piers, placing her own arm around him. They tangled their legs together and Piers strengthened his hold on her while they comfortably molded together. At some point after Max’s breathing slowed, Piers pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, drifting off with his lips still against her.

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I feel the big thing is the prostitutes when it comes to WWX and JGY. Like, they aren't enemy combatants or people who've done anything wrong to JGY. If he had mind-controlled Jin disciples who had abused him and raped other people to rape JGS to death, I feel there would be way more people who wouldn't care. If they'd just bitten of JGS's dick and then tortured him, I don't think anyone would even think he's a villain.

anon, i know it's january but the last sentence of this ask is the best thing i've read this year. instant classic.

the idea that no one would bat an eye about all the other Crimes jgy has committed, and that everyone is simply very concerned about some random nameless prostitutes is very noble, and i'm sure if you asked, the anti-jgy crown would break their necks nodding, yes, of course this is exactly what we mean, but i don't buy it.

primarily because, if this was really the dealbreaker re: jgy, then they'd see it as what it is: a breaking point, a moment where a man who wanted to be acknowledged by his father to make his mother's wish come true, who wanted to help people with the position he gained, is so disappointed, so bitter and furious at how foolish all this work has been that he commits an act of wholly unnecessary cruelty just to punish and humiliate his father as much as it's possible. they would've Noticed that it's an exception, not the rule.

instead, we have people lamenting how no one's talking about it, how this proves how much of an evil freak jgy is, that he's not a ~feminist ally~/sex worker supporter (that he would be one is a bit of a ludicrous idea in the first place, ngl), that aside from that he also murdered nmj for no reason, obviously killed his son and wife to keep his pristine opinion and position, slaughtered sects without batting an eye just so xy has some enrichment, etc, etc. jgy is THEE baddie for them right from the very beginning, and as far as they're aware, he has no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

also there's something to be said about "well your revenge would be okay but not like this/if you only did it 1:1" -- aside from "this is a very funny thing to say" -- but i gotta walk my dog now, so

#anonymous #answered asks #i'm also wondering whether all wen soldiers/cultivators wwx tortured/whose corpses he revived and made them fight their own friends/family #had been present and active during the attack on lotus pier. because if we're getting into details why not go there too!#tl;dr nah they just hate jgy and seem very offended that not everyone does #everyone has things they're not comfortable with but there's this and there's... that

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A sharp jab of pain jolted Leon awake and for a second he was confused about what was going on, before his mind actually caught up and he realized that he’d busted at leas one rib the previous day. i>Everything hurt, and every bit of movement reminded him of that. And it was made even worse by the fact that he was alone and didn’t know when Piers would be back. It could be days, and Leon wasn’t even willing to admit to himself how miserable that thought made him.

Slowly Leon took a deep breath, shifting carefully until he could press his face into the pillow on Piers’ side of the bed. At least the bedding still smelled like Piers, so Leon kept taking slow and deep breaths, and eventually the pain faded to a dull throb. Maybe he could fall back asleep if he kept on breathing slowly, focusing on the familiar scent. He was getting drowsier by the second, and his plan was almost successful—

—until a voice suddenly startled him. “Oh, you’re awake.”

#piers nivans #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #nivannedy #my fics #my nivannedy fics #have some hurt comfort :3

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artsy0wl · 11 months

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Volitile Contact and Dragon Protection Final Chapter

Apologies now if the ending at all seems rushed.

Three days Raihan’s arse. Of course the day Leon was supposed to return home would be the day prep for the Champion Cup started. Which meant Leon just had to stay in Wyndon with Rose. Rose planned that, Raihan just knew it.

Day four, Raihan just about broke the doors to Macro Cosmos. If Leon hadn’t bolted to Raihan, hugging him, there would have been a lot more damage. He was ready to cause as much damage as possible to save Leon. But being the saint he was, Leon found a way to soothe the situation.

“Ready for the Champion Cup?” Leon asked, burying his face in Raihan’s shoulder.

Raihan could tell he was in distress, but he was using the upcoming tournament as a distraction. Leon’s breathing was awkward, moving from quick little breathes and long deep ones. And Leon’s Beware hug couldn’t fool Raihan. Leon was shaking like a wet Meowth in winter.

“Ready as I’ll every be.” Shrugging, Raihan dislodged Leon, one hand holding Leon’s shoulder while the other held the side of Leon’s face. “You promised three days.”

Leon winced. “I’m sorry. I forgot the Champion Cup was kicking off yesterday. Rose couldn't do it without me.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie. He planned that, knowing damn well you would feel obligated to help as the champion.”

Leon shrugged. “Can we get lunch? I’m hungry.”

Pulling out of Raihan’s gripped, he tried to lead Raihan to the exit. A tug stopped him as Raihan pulled him back. Hugging Leon, Raihan had questions he had to get answers to.

“Did he lock you up?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt Hop?”

Leon violently shaking his head. “No.” He buried his face in Raihan’s hoodie, wanting to disappear. “Can we just go? We only have two hours before the tournament and I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

It’ll only be a minute.

Raihan knew he shouldn’t have believed it. He didn’t. Yet, he let Leon go anyways. The tournament went off without a hitch. The finals would happen tomorrow. In the meantime, Leon agreed to go to dinner with Hop, Gloria, and Raihan. Until Leon asked to check something out really quick. Leon promised it wouldn’t be long, but when Raihan saw Leon head towards Rose’s Tower, he knew Leon was in for a world of trouble.

By a stroke of luck, Piers had crossed paths with Leon. At the same time, Raihan had the worst luck with timing. Because he didn’t know what was going on, Piers wouldn’t have known to stop him. Had Raihan caught him sooner, maybe he could have.

“He’s just meeting the chairman.” Piers stated.

“It’s not that simple.” Raihan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why not? Rose is his sponsor, the president of Macro Cosmo, and the head of the league. What’s not simple about that?”

“What that man has been doing to Leon is down right criminal.”

Folding his arms, Piers groaned. “Explain.”

Raihan growled, losing patience. “We don’t have time for this.”

He had to get to Leon before Rose did. As he started to run towards the tower, a hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. Darkened eyes were unamused, but concerned.

“Let me help you. I just need answers. Is Leon in danger? If so, how much?”

“Yes. In the last week, Rose has bashed his skull unto a concrete wall, broken Leon’s boundaries attempting to kiss him, and his Ferrothorn left a long gash in his back.” He huffed, eyes wincing. “On top of that, he’s been beating Leon for years and threatening Hop to keep him quiet.”

Raihan yanked his arm out of Piers’ grip, realizing that Piers was wide eyed, disgusted, and fidgeting. There was no going back now. Not that Raihan could any longer. Raihan needed to tell someone. Anyone who would listen.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. To assure his power I assume. Look,” Raihan showed him the photos of Leon’s back, “Leon wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just thanking Charizard for his help. And then there’s this.”

Raihan showed Piers a video he had secretly caught the threat Rose made after getting Leon. One instance catching a glimpse of Leon in accepted shock.

Icy blue eyes burned into Raihan, sharply and cautiously. “Please tell me you took these to the authorities.”

“I’m working on it, while we were at the hospital, I got the number of a detective who checked in.”

Piers nodded. “Good. He deserves justice.” Black and white hair slid as Piers looked at Rose Tower. “Save Leon. If I don’t hear from you in fifteen minutes, we’re coming after you. Might be sooner depending on Hop.”

Raihan smiled. “Thank you Piers.”

Softly smiling back, Piers hugged Raihan. “You know, I didn’t think you guys would last a week. But I’m glad you proved me wrong. I’m glad Leon has someone like you to watch out for him.”

An airy chuckle escaped Raihan. “What can I say, I learned my lesson. I’m only sorry I didn’t with you.”

“Never held it against you. It wasn’t in either of our control.” Piers shrugged, hair briefly exposing three light silvers on his throat. “I’m just glad we can still be friends.” He released Raihan. “Now, go!”

Nodding, Raihan ran towards Rose’s Tower.

Leon felt glass crack as his body hit the window. Thankfully, he wasn’t bleeding, but he knew he would if he slammed the window that hard again. Rose’s hand gripped Leon’s throat.

“You will postpone the battle.”

“I… won’t. As the champion it’s my duty to...”

Leon chocked as his airways tightened. “As my sponsored champion, your duty is to obey me!” He released Leon’s throat, letting him breathe. “Do you understand me?”

“I… refuse.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to discipline you.”

“Let him go, Rose!”

Leon’s blood ran cold as Rose smirked. “Perfect timing.” Keeping Leon pinned, he turned to face Raihan. “I’m growing tired of your constant interfering, boy.” He grabbed Leon’s chin. “But since you're so insistent one inserting yourself in the situation, I guess you won’t mind witnessing Leon cheating on you.”

“You wouldn’t.” Raihan hissed, stepping towards him.

“I would.” Rose wrapped an arm around Leon’s waist and dragged Leon beside him. “I won’t go too far, but you will hate every minute of it. Don’t you agree, Leon?” He kissed Leon’s temple. “Where should we begin?”

THUD

If trauma was one hell of a drug, adrenaline and rage were nightmarish. With a fist curled and amber eyes widened, Leon froze in place. He hit Rose. He actually hit Rose.

Once his adrenaline withdrew, and now freed of Rose’s hold, Leon bolted to Raihan. Into surprised open arms. He didn’t look back at Rose, too uneasy to.

“Get me out of here.”

Blinking, Raihan nodded. “Let’s go home.”

A weak and damaged body slowly moved as breathes slowly escaped. Purple hair blanketed over Leon and Raihan as Leon’s face buried itself in Raihan’s chest.

Leon almost died today. Rose had completely lost it after Leon decked him. He released Eternatus, threatened to send Eternatus on the crowd if Leon didn’t try to capture it, and didn’t even seem fazed as Eternatus attacked Leon.

Had Charizard not been released already, Raihan wondered how long Leon would have survived, if he even would have, had they waited for an ambulance. The horror on Hop’s face was all Raihan needed to act fast. With Gloria taking over the fight with Eternatus, Raihan knew Hop was in good hands.

He got Leon to the hospital in the nick of time. And after several hours of intense agony, they were able to stabilize Leon.

As for Rose, he turned himself in. Surprising given just how determined he was to get away with the harm he caused Leon. Maybe there was a tiny bit of regret in Rose’s heart. A morsel of guilt.

Not that it mattered as far as Raihan was concerned. The moment he was arrested, he wasn’t just charged with starting the Darkest Day. With the evidence Raihan had gathered, he was also charged with several counts of abuse.

Leon wasn’t expected to testify unless the trial absolutely called for it. But given the photos and videos, Raihan doubted it. There was no room to deflect or deny what Raihan had caught.

That was a good thing. Or as good as it could be given the circumstances. All that mattered was that Leon was safe. Finally, truly safe. Even if the road to recovery was long.

Leon whimpered, pulling Raihan out of his train of thought. Tears streamed down his face as he curled into a ball. Wrapping his arms around Leon, Raihan tightly held him. Burying his face in Leon’s hair, Raihan’s darkened.

Leon almost died today. All because of greed, control, and jealousy. All because a man wanted to keep Leon to himself in the most possessively abusive way. And had Raihan not been there, Rose just might have enslaved Leon to obey his desires.

Running his hand down Leon’s back, he reminisced on the scar that had formed. The ugly, thorny scar caused by a selfish and ugly man. Raihan didn’t prevent it, and now Leon would have to live with the trauma for the rest of his life.

A sharp gasp escaped Leon as he violently woke up. Taking a moment to investigate his surroundings. Once he realized he was safe, he felt a damp spot on his head. Shuffling, he propped himself up. Teal eyes were drowning in tears.

Leon yelped as Raihan pulled him down. Leon awkwardly laid on Raihan as one arm wrapped around Leon’s waist and the other around Leon's shoulders. The dragon trainer hid his face Leon’s shoulder, sobbing.

“You almost died.” Raihan whispered. “You almost… I can’t…” A choking sound escaped him. “Leon, I can’t lose you.”

Softly smiling, Leon shuffled around. He lightly kissed Raihan’s forehead, wrapping his arms around Raihan’s shoulders. Resting his head on the pillow, he tilted his face toward his partner.

“You won’t lose me.” Leon assured. “I promise.” He kissed his check. “In fact, you saved me. You were my light when I was in the dark. You showed me how to stand my ground and how to love.” He hugged Raihan tighter. “I love you and I’m thankful that you continue to save me everyday.”

A roar of a sob escaped Raihan as he held Leon tighter. Whispering sweet nothingness to Raihan, Leon let Raihan expel his fear, grief, and pain. They would both need aid after today. But so long as they were together, Leon was confident they would be okay.

#au #fanfic #fanfiction #ship fic #angst #kibana #leon #pokemon #pokémon #raileon #raihan #raihan x leon #dande #chairman rose #piers pokemon #nezu #angst with a hopeful ending #angst with comfort #hurt/angst

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bsaaboyscout · 2 years

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i know you’re worn, you’re exhausted / this is love, this is lost on you

#cw scars #scar cw #mullvans #piers nivans #jake muller #based on that headcanon about jake hating his hands because of scars #i just think #well you know #might do a series of comfort based on their respective injuries

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its-queen-panda-bear · 2 years

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Nightmares

Fandom: Resident Evil Ship: Nivanfield (Chris x Piers) Word count: 2,941 Warnings: slight gore(?) & mentions of blood... like lots of it Summary: Having come back from a mission, Chris and Piers had no choice but to share a bed together. Which wouldn't be too much of a problem if Chris wasn't constantly haunted by nightmares

Can also be found on Ao3!!!

The two staggered into the hotel room, both equally exhausted and covered in grime from having to crawl through the sewers. What was the appeal of sewers to B.O.W.s, Chris would never know. The room wasn't anything outstanding, it had a decent enough bathroom, a mini fridge, and a king size bed that Chris would have collapsed on immediately, if he wasn't so filthy.

The BSAA had been nice enough to pay for the team’s rooms, but unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of room left. Which meant that they had to pair off, some being fortunate enough to get rooms with two beds, while others, like Chris and Piers, only had one. It wasn’t a huge deal. They both were adults and were close enough to where it shouldn’t be too awkward for them to share a bed for just a single night.

“Want to take the first shower?” Chris asked over his shoulder as he set his duffle bag down on the dresser.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” was the response he got right before Piers dropped his own duffle bag to the floor and locked himself in the bathroom.

Chris busied himself stripping out of his dirty clothes until he was down to just his boxers, and tossed them into the hamper to be cleaned later. He had to wait around ten minutes before he heard the shower finally turn off and Piers stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Piers opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to be caught up as his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Chris in just his boxers. Though he recovers fast and jabbed a thumb towards the bathroom with a small cough. “Showers all yours, Captain.”

By the time Chris gets out of the shower and changes, Piers is already passed out on the bed. He huffed a quiet laugh and carefully crawled into the bed beside him. Piers stirred for a moment as Chris settled down under the covers, but eventually, he went back to snoring.Chris watches him sleep for a moment, and he can’t help but to think how this is the most relaxed he’s seen him. Typically, Piers is wind up tighter than a bowstring ready to snap. He’s driven and focused, ready to take on any B.O.W that gets in his way. Chris has always admired his fiery determination, though he did also wish that he could take time to shelf being a soldier and relax.

Not that Chris was any better.

Eventually when the exhaustion finally was taking over, he turned his back towards Piers and fell asleep.

—

Alarms blared loudly in his ear as Chris sprinted down the corridors of the base. There’s blood splattered all over the walls, dead mangled bodies littered the floor, and gunfire rang out just up ahead of him. He doesn’t know exactly what got in, but whatever it is, it is tearing through the BSAA alarmingly easily.

Chris held his gun up high as he kicked open the double doors. Then he stopped dead in his tracks as his blood ran cold at the massacre before him. The bodies in the hallway have nothing on the ones in here. The people here are ripped apart to the point of being unrecognizable. Intestines are spilled everywhere as the entire floor is so flooded with blood that you couldn’t even see the actual color of the floor. Chris could feel his boots sticking to the floor each time he took a careful step over the carnage. The smell of death was so thick that Chris practically was choking on it and could feel his stomach churn.

What could have done all of this?

A hand reached out and grabbed onto Chris’ ankle with a weak grip. He jerked away and instinctively pointed his gun at whoever had grabbed him, only for his eyes to widened with horror as he recognized who it was.

“Cap…tain…”

“Piers!” In an instant Chris knelt on the floor and cradled the other’s head in his lap. “Piers, stay with me! Hold on!”

There’s a gaping hole in Piers’ stomach, as if something had punched right through him. His hazel eyes already looked slightly faded and unfocused, and yet he looked straight up at Chris with a scared expression. “Captain…I…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just hold on, I’m going to get you out of here.” Chris grabbed Piers’ arm and slung it over his shoulder as he wrapped his around the young sniper and stood him up. He was getting blood all over him, but he didn’t notice or cared. He had to get Piers out of here. He had to get him somewhere safe.

Chris turned around to start backtracking where he came in from. Piers’ legs didn’t seem to work, so Chris ended up having to practically drag him, but it didn’t matter. He could do this. He could save him! He remembered seeing an exit while on his way in here. All he had to do was get Piers there and they could get him some help.

They were just barely out of reach to make it through the door, when suddenly a thick black tentacle shot out and wrapped tightly around Chris’ throat. Before Chris had any time to react, the tentacle tugged him back with a powerful force, knocking him flat on his back and making him drop Piers in the process. Chris tried to reach out for him, but then he was dragged through the blood-soaked floor as a unmistakeable laugh echoed through the room.

He was then overwhelmed with dread as he instantly recognized who that laugh belonged to. He fought harder against the tentacle around his throat, trying desperately to free himself and get back to Piers.

The tentacle then suddenly released its grip around his throat, but then was replaced by a boot. Chris didn’t want to look up at his assailant, and yet, he did.

Wesker stood over him, his face hidden behind those dark shades and a proud, sinister smirk plastered across his face. “Ah. There you are, Chris.”

He looked exactly like the last time Chris had seen him back in Africa. He was wearing a long black trench coat, his blonde hair was slicked back as it always had been, and even through his sunglasses, Chris could clearly see his bright orange eyes glaring down at him with a burning gaze. This wasn’t right! He was supposed to be dead! Chris felt his eyes burn with unshed tears and began struggling underneath the crushing weight of the B.O.W’s boot.

“You’re pathetic.” Wesker taunted. “Did you really think that you could ever kill me? Did you really think that I could ever die, much less at the hands of the like of you? You can’t even save your own partner. His death, as well as all of these men, are on your hands, because you could not stop me. You can never stop me.”

Chris’ face was wet as tears ran down his face. He tried to get in a breath, but couldn’t because of the boot. His lungs burned inside his chest, aching for air that wouldn’t come. He squirmed and squirmed, while Wesker just watched him struggle with amusement written all over his face.

He was going to die here. Maybe he deserved it too. Wesker was right, he couldn’t save Piers. He couldn’t save anyone, including himself.

—

The feeling of a body twitching violently beside him had Piers jerking awake and reaching for the knife under his pillow that wasn’t there. It takes a second for him to realize where he’s at, before he finally turns over with a small tired groan to see what had woken him up.

Beside him, Chris is covered in a layer of sweat, his face twisted up almost like he’s in pain as he’s twitching and making quite distressed sounds in his sleep.

Piers wasn’t sure what to do at first. Whatever his captain is dreaming about is far from good, but he wasn’t sure if Chris would appreciate being woken up when it was just four in the morning. Though he also really doesn’t like seeing him clearly suffering. He watched him for a moment as he built up the courage, then leaned over and shook his shoulder. “Captain?” he whispered.

Chris doesn’t wake up.

Piers took a deep breath, then tried again, shaking him a little more harder. “Chris, wake–”

Piers wasn’t able to finish his sentence, before Chris shot up and instantly pinned Piers to the mattress with his forearm pressed against his throat, cutting off any air. He looked like a scared animal with a wild, unfocused look in his eyes. Piers gave him a hard kick and knocked him with his shoulder to get him off, then pinned his captain’s arm down before he could strike again.

“Chris! Hey, it’s me. You’re okay.” He soothed, talking to him like he was a child rather than his captain.

Chris looked like he was close to hypervientailing, but Piers saw the moment recollection came to Chris and so, he slowly released him.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry,” Chris groaned as he sat up and ran his fingers through his sweat damped hair. Piers didn’t miss the sight of a few tears sliding down the older man’s face despite his best efforts to wipe them away. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Captain.” Piers reassured. “Are you okay?”

Chris waved a dismissive hand and got up out of the bed to head to the bathroom. “I’m fine. Just go back to sleep.”

Instead of doing that, Piers got up as well and followed behind him and leaned against the bathroom doorway, saying nothing as he watched him. Maybe he was worrying too much over nothing, but it had really concerned him seeing just how violent Chris’ nightmares were. Nightmares were something that they all had to deal with when you’re in their line of work, but he had never before seen his captain be so… afraid.

Chris was hovering in front of the running sink and splashed cold water on his face. Piers then watched him as Chris then hung his head low and forced himself to take in deep breaths. He was gripping the sides of the sink so hard that his knuckles were white, as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto the floor.

When Chris looked up, he caught Piers’ eyes in the mirror and sighed deeply. “I said I’m fine, Piers.”

“With all due respect, I don’t believe that for a second.”

That earned Piers a scoff, though they both knew there wasn’t any real aggravation behind it. Chris then straightened his back with a more tired sounding sigh and released his grip on the sink to allow his hands to drop back at his side. “I think I’m going to step out for a minute. Clear my head.”

Piers just nodded his head and stepped to the side to allow Chris to walk by him. He scrunched up his nose slightly seeing him grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag, but otherwise said nothing. There were worse vices to have, he supposed. Although, he never thought smoking was a great idea for being in their line of work. Last thing you needed was to run out of breath too soon while being chased or hacking up a cough when you’re trying to hide. Though Chris was a grown man and Piers wasn’t going to lecture him about it.

Shortly after Chris left the room, Piers crawled back into the bed and tried to go back to sleep. Though after fifteen minutes had passed and he had still failed to actually go to sleep, he gave up and instead sat up in the bed to turn the tv on and channel surf.

He wasn’t going to pretend that the reason he couldn’t sleep wasn’t because he was still worried about Chris. He knew that Chris had nightmares, he’s been open about having them before, but he had never actually seen him while he was actively having one. Piers had his own fair share, sure, but he didn’t think it was ever that violent before. There had been downright pure terror on Chris’ face that he had never seen there before. It honestly was a little sad that Chris couldn’t ever catch a break, even in his sleep.

About five minutes later, Chris quietly opened the door as if he was trying to not wake Piers up, but then soon discovered that it was pointless seeing as the sniper was still up. Still, he gently shut the door behind him and put up his cigarettes and lighter, before taking a seat on the corner of the bed.

For a while, neither of the two said anything as they both seemed to be paying attention to the show that was on. It was Chris who ended up breaking the silence. “What the hell are we watching?” he asked, blowing out a laugh.

It was nice hearing that laugh.

“South Park.” Piers replied with a slight amusement to his voice, then gave a shrug when Chris looked over his shoulder to look at him. “There was hardly anything else good on.”

Chris arched an eyebrow at him. “You call this good?”

“Would you rather watch a hallmark Christmas movie?”

It was meant to be a tease, but Piers was surprised when Chris shrugged. “Maybe.”

He never would have expected the Chris Redfield to want to watch a cheesy romance movie, but he didn’t tease him about it or complain. He simply picked the remote up and switched it to the hallmark channel. Lucky for them, the previous one had just ended and a new one was starting. It had nearly the same exact plot as all the others. City girl came down to a small town to visit family for the holidays and fell in love with a single dad that owned a bakery shop that was about to be sold. It was such a cliche and the ending, as always, was predictable so Piers hardly even had to pay much attention to the movie.

Chris, on the other hand, was paying attention to it. At some point he had moved from sitting on the corner of the bed to sitting under the covers by Piers and got comfortable. The longer the movie went on, Piers noticed how Chris seemed more and more relaxed and at ease. All the previous tension in his shoulders had melted away and he even laughed at some parts of the movie.

“I never would take you as the type that enjoys these sorts of movies, Captain.” Piers teased once the movie was over.

“It’s relaxing.” Chris defended and knocked his shoulder against his.

Piers just rolled his eyes and lightly knocked right back into him as payback. “If you say so. I felt like that whole movie could have been cut shorter if they had just talked to each other instead of running away from their feelings.”

Chris looked at him with raised eyebrows and a slight smile on his face.

“What?”

Chris’ smile only widened. “So you were paying attention.”

Piers opened his mouth to protest, but had no witty comeback, so he just shut his mouth, causing Chris to laugh again at him. Okay so maybe he had been watching it a little bit, but what else was he supposed to do?

They both settled back down again in a comfortable silence as the next movie came on. Less than ten minutes had passed when Chris spoke up again. “I like the normalcy of these movies.” he said quietly as if he was telling him a secret. Which, he probably was honestly by the look on Chris’ face. Piers knew better than to speak up and risk ruining the chance of having his captain open up to him.

“Day in and day out, we fight things straight out of nightmares, arrest bioterrorists, and… and lose people.” He swallowed a lump down his throat and was briefly quiet as he gathered back up his thoughts. “But y’know, stupid movies like these were their lives are so simple that all they have to worry about is saving bakeries and hoping some smartass in a flannel likes them back- it’s a nice reminder that there are people out there that don’t have to worry about outbreaks or people coming back from the dead because of the things that we do.”

Chris was actively not looking at Piers even after he had finished talking, probably out of embarrassment. Piers didn’t leave him hanging too long, much to the older man’s relief.

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean.” he nodded, resting his back against the headboard and crossing his arms over his chest as he met Chris’ gaze before looking back at the tv. “It’s good to have a break every now and again and remember that there’s much more to life than fighting bioterrorism.”

“Yeah.” Chris sighed. “Yeah, it is.”

They both shared a look with one another before getting more comfortable in the bed and watching the movie in a peaceful, knowing silence. This time around, Piers paid full attention to the movie and even found himself enjoying it.

It only took thirty minutes into it before Piers realized that Chris had fallen asleep at some point. It wasn’t too long after that till Piers followed in suit, both falling into a much needed restful sleep.

#my writing #resident evil #bad things happen bingo #chris redfield #piers nivans #nivanfield #sorta #hurt/comfort

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