#piers fic

[pokenimagines]

SFW Piers- Prompt: May I pls request Piers singing to S/o after they've had a night mare?

(btw I love your writing! Happy Thanksgiving to you if you celebrate it!)

Bruh, this was so cute and wholesome like what? Aight, let’s do this. Let’s DO THIS. Also super short since I’m writing it on my phone at work.

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SFW Piers: Sing Me To Sleep

You woke up with a start, heart pounding in your chest and confused. You couldn’t even recall what you had been dreaming of, but you knew it terrified you. A small whine escaped your mouth as you held back a sob. Then you felt it; the pressure on the bed shifting and Piers moved next to you.

It was clear he was half asleep, but managed to wake up from your small sobs. He let out a small groan as he lifted himself to his arms and looked at you.

“What happened? Bad dream?” He managed to murmur in his half asleep daze.

“Y-ya…” you said, still terrified of whatever had appeared in your dream. You were glad you couldn’t remember it, or else you would’ve been far worse off.

“Want me to sing you to sleep?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You sniffled a bit before looking at him.

“Sing me to sleep?” You asked, as Piers chuckled.

“Marnie used to wake up all the time from nightmares. I’d sing her to sleep all the time to get her mind off it. Want to try?” He questioned and you decided it was worth a shot.

“Okay…” you whispered.

Soon Pier’s voice filtered through your ears, a soothing melody you can’t recall ever hearing. It was peaceful and you could feel your anxiety slowly leaving your body. You began to relax your body and became limp in his arms.

Your head still felt fuzzy, but with how tired you were you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from dozing off to your boyfriends sweet hums.

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[umgeorge]

george russell during the grid portrait, bahrain - february 21, 2024 📷 peter fox / getty

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #not a race #2024 not a race #pre-season #pre-season 2024 #training #training 2024 #bahrain #piere gasly #lando norris #fernando alonso #oscar piastri #daniel ricciardo

[casualheizouenjoyers]

- secrets i have held in my heart

featuring: jing yuan, bailu, yanqing, reader

warnings: a bit angsty ig, hanahaki au, blood, sickness, throwing up, coughing and just general sick stuff

Orchids grow where others cannot.

This phrase reigns especially true when orchids begin to grow in your body. Scratching your throat and clogging up your lungs. 

You try to laugh it off as a small cough, a small sickness, as if the whole thing didn’t fill you with dread when you thought about the invasive plant infesting your every breath. 

It isn’t until finally you violently cough over your sink that a bloodied white orchid petal came fluttering out.

Were… you some form of mara struck? You wondered in confusion at the collection of petals that grew with each hack of your lungs. 

The high elder —Bailu— immediately takes up your case. Which is potentially concerning as you’ve gone to about possibly any doctor that will see you for some kind of explanation to your floral fever and none of them have had anything good to say. 

In fact, they have nothing to say about your illness. No one knew what was causing the orchids to bloom, making a home of your decaying body; a pretty parasite taking you ahold. 

The little Vidyadhara girl frowned upon seeing the collection of whole flowers and crumbled petals, all coated with a splattered layer of dried blood. 

Bailu’s eyes squinted as she observed the floral. 

Perhaps, it was some kind of achievement that you had every doctor and healer on the luofu stumped at your conditions? 

It isn’t until you’re coughing out another flower, this time red covering it was still vibrant and liquid, that the healer decided you were some form of mara struck and needed to be monitored closely. Even as she wrote out her prescription and made you promise to come back the next week, you could tell she wasn’t too sure about what she was saying.

That did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. 

You go home after collecting your prescription and puke out leaves and stems along with the flowers. 

Despite your sickness, work is work, you decided, and working as a tutor was fulfilling for you. You hope —prayed— that the sight of your favorite student, Yanqing, would bring you some form of joy. The lesson went smoothly, though it was clear your student’s mind was up in the clouds, but you didn’t comment about it as yours was rooted deep elsewhere. 

With the closing of the textbook, Yanqing’s eyes light up. 

“Can we swordfight now?” The teenaged boy asked.

You almost said no.

You had realized early on that Yanqing would do his work and pay attention better if you found a way to relate it to swordsmanship, or if you promised that the two of you would spar a little after a lesson. 

There was a growing weakness in your body. It seemed that describing the flowers as a parasite wasn’t inaccurate, as every day went on you felt them drain the energy out of you. 

Yanqing waited for your response.

You nodded, standing up and picking up your sword from where it rested on a wall. Once, you had used it as a cloud knight, now it only ever saw use when teaching the blonde boy. 

Yanqing excitedly ran to the other side of the room, drawing his sword and getting into position. He paused, looking over at you.

When did your eyes become so sunken in? Your hand shook as you held your sword up and it became increasingly clear to Yanqing that you were in no position to swordfight. 

Your student called out your name, a hint of concern in his voice. 

“I— Give me a moment—” You called out, placing a hand on your head as a sudden headache came, making your vision blur and your legs lose balance as you head tumbling for the floor.

Yanqing tossed his sword far away as he slid to catch you. 

Bailu is halfway through her yearly appointment with the general when you come in with Yanqing by your side.

You mumbled apologies for the interruption and swore on your life you were fine. 

You had honestly not realized how bad things had gotten in the few days from the last time you had seen the healer.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jing Yuan.

The orchid also fluttered out of your mouth in a set of coughs that leave you out of breath on the ground, Yanqing down at your side again. 

There are multiple voices speaking but your mind can focus on none of them. 

Jing Yuan helped you up and you feel your heart clench up as a choke comes to your throat.

More orchids. 

He whispered to you in a soft voice, trying to help you through this coughing fit as Yanqing explained the situation that had happened just a few minutes before. 

Bailu watched this, shock painted on the girls face as she realized two truths.

You were indeed mara struck, just with a rare mutation that had gone out thousands of years ago. 

You were also in love with the general

and it was going to be the death of you.

#piers writes #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #hsr #hsr fic #hanahaki au #gender neutral reader #a little angst as a treat #teehee #who wrote this broooo #part two when #?? #dont ask me

[sftandwet]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIT DOWN! RE BOYS

content alert : pwp, face sitting, oral sex, smut, consensual relationship, fem reader! +18# MDNI, brainrot, re boys eating u

link 4 u : masterlist ! ☁️ ۰ movie star   

"Sit on my face, baby, there's no need to worry. I can handle you."

At first you were afraid to sit there, the fear of suffocating him was overwhelming, although you were shy you accepted. Under his gaze you took off all your clothes, you saw him lie down and place his head comfortably under the pillow with a mischievous smile. You crawled on top of him slowly, looking deeply into his eyes to see if he had any doubts about the request, but there were no uncertainties. He wanted you to sit on his face. Even though you were scared, you complied.

And now, you feel his calloused hands pass over your ass cheeks, squeezing them, driving your hips back and forth, making your hips roll in your face and his tongue lick your wet pussy even better. You throw your head back as you pull his hair, doing your best to fit your cunt into his mouth, feeling the pleasure drip from your pussy to his chin, not caring about the mess. You feel his tongue slide into your wet hole, going in and out quickly, while his nose touches your clit sending shocks of pleasure that course through your entire body. The hands that were on your ass stopped at your waist, squeezing you tightly, you rolled even more, chasing your own pleasure, while rubbing your clit against his nose, fervently pulling your hair with one hand while the other held the headboard of the bed. with force. He fucked you with his tongue, trying his best to eat your pussy.

chris redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, luis serra, jake muller, piers nivans

#resident evil #resident evil leon #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil carlos #leon re6 #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x reader #piers nivans #piers nivans x reader #re5 jake #resident evil jake muller #jake muller #jake muller x reader #luis serra x reader #luis serra #luis re4 #carlos oliveira fic #carlos oliveira re3 #carlos oliveira resident evil #carlos smut

[homicidal-slvt]

Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.

I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.

#I have been having the greatest daydreams that would be such good fics if i could just fucking WRITE come ON BRAIN WORKKK PLEASE WORDS PLE- #vee's random thoughts go brr #leon s kennedy #luis serra navarro #simon riley #sebastian castellanos #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #ethan winters #piers nivans #jake muller #kyle garrick #john price #john mactavish #alex keller #Joseph oda #josh washington #mike munroe #gary sanderson #vee's dumbass jokes

[wangxianficrecs]

as it should be by Sienne

as it should be

by Sienne (@sienne-k)

T, <1k, Wangxian

Part of Exploring Tropes: Time Travel

Summary: Post-canon Lan Qiren time travels to before the Cloud Recesses lectures. The Cloud Recesses are quiet and peaceful, something his home hasn't been in years. ...In fact, it is too quiet and peaceful. Kay's comments: This story made me cackle. Just. The thought of Lan Qiren taking off to Lotus Pier randomly and just straight-up kidnapping Wei Wuxian so that he can get his nephew-in-law as soon as possible. The added fanart was also really well-done! Super funny! Excerpt: He decides to do his lonely younger nephew a favor (and himself, but that part he won't admit to) and gift him his future husband early. It does not matter that they have not met yet - he knows how their story goes, and if he can save Wangji over a decade of suffering, then by gods he will do it. If Lan Qiren himself gets a very inventive, engaging and intelligent research partner cum nephew-in-law earlier, all the better. If he gets a grandchild early, or - heavens, what joy it would be! - a few grandchildren, then he will not complain, certainly. So he informs those who need to know that he will be unavailable for a day or two - he does not foresee any complications that would warrant a longer absence - and leaves for Lotus Pier.

pov lan qiren, canon divergence, time travel, time travel fix-it, crack, humor, kidnapping, lotus pier, drabble, fanart

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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[fistfuloflightning]

“You look better without the hat.”

XianYao prompt from the lovely @limitbreaker23 (you’re enabling me so badly, I swear)

#mdzs #xianyao #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #meng yao #art prompt #mdzs art #my art #tol and smol #it’s all about the ✨height difference✨ #im already getting fic ideas that would unfortunately require me to actually reread the book (specifically the sunshot campaign) #something something after the war jgs still doesn’t acknowledge meng yao and he somehow ends up in lotus pier or somewhere adjacent #peaceful living doesn’t suit his tastes and he starts picking up dirty work from local sect leaders #assassinations—information theft—spying #he pretty much starts building a jianghu-wide spy network and hiring himself out to the highest bidder #not sure where I’m going with this #but either wwx is hunting him down on behalf of yunmeng jiang #or he becomes his information dealer #fic ideas

[yelansgirlfriend]

a/n: ok so my hyper-fixation on Pokémon is coming back and I've gotten emotionally attached to Piers. Feel free to request Pokémon stuff btw:D I really want to start writing more stuff.

Pier's bf head canons

He's like a completely different person around you. He's sweet and caring and he smiles all the time. He loves PDA. Like everything I've seen of him, people say he doesn't like PDA and I STRONGLY disagree. He always has his hand around your waist in public. (if you are comfortable ofc he always asks for permission)

He loves physical affection if you couldn't tell. He's not too good with his words so he normally just shows he cares by putting his arm around your shoulder or holding your hand. It takes a lot to gain his trust, and once you do, he will never want to spend a moment away from you. Back to the physical affection part, he loves cuddling. But it depends on his mood on what type of cuddling position he likes. Some days after a long day of work he just wants to come home and lay on your chest; some days he's so tired that just wrapping your legs around his legs is enough. But most of the time he prefers holding you close to him.

He's definitely a jealous boyfriend. He isn't like super possessive or anything he just gets kind of grumpy when you get close to another guy. Especially if it's one of the other gym leaders. He's really scared of you leaving him for someone else that's better than him and you not being in his life is honestly something he gets upset about just thinking about it.

Thank you for reading! Ik this is not normally what i post but i wanted to try something different:)!

#pokemon x reader #piers x reader #piers fluff #pokemon x y/n #pokemon fic #swsh x reader

[mummelthecryptid]

Gotham, at its core, is about that pier. You can never escape the pier.

Jim Gordon fake executes you at the pier. You kill the mayor of gotham together at the pier.

Your crush shoots you at the pier. You both try to leave gotham city with a submarine at the pier.

It all comes back to the pier. Theres only so many times you can fall into the cold water by a pier and almost die without it being menacing, like an omen of death.

#mummel brainworms #keep in mind i havent finsihed s3 yet so there might be more pier moments #but that goddamn pier is in my nightmares #timeloop oswald dies at the pier and wakes up back in his his bed fic when #gotham #gotham tv

[bygoneboy]

crossed out crossed out crossed out foaming at the mouth chewing on my furniture shaking piers nivans between my teeth like a feral animal

#piers nivans #chris redfield #nivanfield #resident evil #resident evil 6 #deansparkles if u ever see this its been 6 yrs since i read ur fic and it still wallops me upside the head with a baseball bat. thanks :) #myart #FINALLY I'VE DONE THIS FIC JUSTICE #i always struggle to draw them for some reason

[fonulyn]

Leon knew, logically, that there was no way he could keep the serum from reaching every single part of his body, but at the same time the desperate part of his brain had to try. He thrashed, struggled, giving up on the cool façade that he’d held onto all this time from the moment he’d woken up from being sedated to the moment he’d been injected with what the assholes around him described as truth serum.

Truth fucking serum. Leon wanted to laugh. His life was a joke. When he’d broken up with Piers after their brief but intense fling he’d thought he’d reached the rock bottom, but apparently there had still been ways to go. At least until now he’d been able to lie and keep secrets to protect himself…

- Or, Leon can’t lie. Turns out it’s both the worst and the best thing that has happened to him recently.

#nivannedy #piers nivans #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #my fics #my nivannedy fics #the truth serum fic is here!

[pokenimagines]

"You wanna help me out of this?" + Piers ;)

Discord (16+) - Request Information - Event Post 

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one! This piece is for an event that’s linked above with the other information!

Piers - “You wanna help me out of this?”:

You stared over at Piers as he was just starting to take his pants off. He looked over at the door to his locker room and noticed you. You hadn't been invited, perse, but you and Piers had a special thing you liked to do after battles.

"You wanna help me out of this?" Piers asked, not having expected you so soon. Your battle in the big arena had ended not even ten minutes ago and here you two were. You walked over to him, looking him up and down.

"Depends, do I get a reward? I don't think it's fair to ask the winner to be helping you now." You said, all too content to watch the man give you a small strip tease.

"If you help me out I'll do most of the work for the second round we're going into." He said, the innuendo clear as day. You? Not having to do the work by riding him or even fucking his ass? Him taking initiative. It was almost too good to be true as you walked over to him, wondering if the follow up would be worth it.

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[newtabfics]

piers from pokemon but like he's like...hooking up with fans so maybe Y/N is a gym trainer and ya know?

I'm just saying, he's a rockstar so like I can see it.

He smirked as the makeup began to run down her face. He held her down, thrusting roughly. "Fuck, Piers!" She mewled.

"Such a good girl," He groaned, pushing deeper. "So fucking wet too. You've been wanting this for ages, haven't you?"

"Y-Yes, Sir. Fuck yes. I've always wanted this," She whined, meeting his thrusts. Her cheeks were flushed as her mascara dried as her nails dug into shoulders. "F-Feels amazing!"

"Damn right it does," He groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her close. "Fuck. Made for this."

#ask request #ask me stuff #drabble #pokemon smut fic #pokemon smut #pokemon fics #piers x fem!reader #piers pokemon #gym leader piers

[tyanis]

Poll: Which male Resident Evil character would write the weirdest fan fiction?

After determining once again that the outside is "too damn cold", the gang retreats to the warm comfort of the great indoors.

To stave off boredom, they go off on their own to find some new hobbies. Several of them turn to writing... and handful of them specifically turn to fan fiction.

Most keep it normal and simply write gratuitous smut, but some of them delve into the absolute madness of crack fics...

Winner goes on to face the winner of the female poll so make sure to vote in both!

#resident evil #resident evil poll #tumblr polls #polls are fun #fan fic author #hunk resident evil #hunk #karl heisenberg #jack krauser #albert wesker #luis serra #luis sera navarro #ethan winters #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #carlos oliveira #steve burnside #jake muller #piers nivans #chris redfield

[jojameswinter]

Her all too familiar button-down flutters in the breeze, cutoffs and a floral bikini top he’s seen lying around the Chateau more times than he can count. It’s far from there, he thinks. Wherever they are now.

Sweeping windblown curls from her bun behind her ear, she steals a look at him. “Do you miss it?”

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Read the rest here on ao3!

#jiara #jiara fic #featuring the pier #season 4 bts #s4 spec #post s3 #18 month time jump #jiara fanfic #jiarafic #obx #obx fanfic #obx fic #obx3 #obx4 #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj x kiara #jj x kie #kiara x jj #jiarasource

[simp999]

I'm so proud of you, Pt. 2☆

Ship: Giacomo x GN! Reader

Series: Pokémon

Word count: 4.2k(9.1k total)

A/N: My longest fic yet, I stayed up 'til 4 am for this, I wrote every lyric out myself help

Warnings: swears in song lyrics, skipped some lyrics to shorten it up. You can skip playing the songs, but I'd suggest playing the last one for sure!

Themes: Comfort, fluff, friends to lovers

Taglist: @ultranimallover33 @5centsanhour

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Giacomo woke up to rays of sun shining into his room, getting too bright for him to continue snoozing. He laid on his side, his arms in front of him, almost as if he should have been holding something. …Hey, hold on a sec. He should be holding something, or rather, someone.

‘No, no, no! This can’t be right, it was too real! It couldn’t have just been a dream,... right? I finally had the guts to confess and it was just in a dream?’ His face starts to feel warm, and he begins to feel his eyes sting slightly. Giacomo attempts to smile to himself.

‘Man, I sure am hopeless.’

Giacomo is about to roll back over to fall asleep to waste the rest of the day away, but an odd smell interrupts him. It smells like food. Tasty food. Pancakes? His nose forces his body to sit up and turn around to look at the kitchen area of his dorm out of curiosity. There he spots you, slightly swaying your hips and bopping your head to the sound coming from- are those his headphones? Sneaky.

He can’t help but notice his heart skip a beat, or two. Maybe three if he pays close attention. Giacomo lets out a breath he didn’t notice he was holding in, and silently makes his way over to you with a smile on his face.

He gently puts his arms around your waist and his head in the crease of your shoulder, reassuring him that yes, you’re really here. You, on the other hand, were completely focused on your pancakes and may or may not have gotten spooked by Giacomo. You pull his headphones off of your ears to rest on the counter next to you, clicking the button on them to pause the music. Bluetooth headphones sure are nice. 

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.”

Giacomo begins to sway a little, just like last night. 

“Mm, can I help?” His voice is deep and muffled, given that he just woke up and has his head in the crook of your neck.

“Nah, m’ almost done.” You begin to put some carefully cut strawberries on top of your guys’ pancakes. Giacomo glances over at the nearby clock that reads 11:09. ‘No point in going to school now, I guess.’  Not that he minds spending the rest of his day with you, of course.

“How long've you been up?” Man, you could definitely get used to his morning voice. And clinginess.

“Hmm, since around seven or so.” You had to thank your mental alarm clock for that. It can be useful, you’re just about never late for school, but it even happens on days off at times. There were so many mornings where you’d wake up every hour, or even half an hour, in fear of missing school and being a 'bad example'. You finish up the pancakes by sprinkling a tiny bit of icing sugar on top, asking Giacomo to bring the maple syrup to the table so he can decide how much he wants.

“Damn, this is hella good.” He was genuinely surprised at how good the food is. Yes, it did smell amazing, but he’s also seen your sandwich skills. Yeah, not too hot when it comes to those.

You snicker at his phrasing and tell him that it’s one of your favorite breakfasts for the days when you’ve got time to yourself. Which doesn’t happen often, so it’s more of a weekend kinda thing, but this is an exception.

“And Gia?” He looks up at you from his place, his mouth completely stuffed and you can barely hear an ‘mhmm?’ from him. “Thank you. For yesterday, I mean.” You now have his full attention, “All this ‘trying to be a good example’ and being ‘the perfect champion’ isn’t something I can do anymore. It’s not like I’m just gonna quit being champ or anything, but I’ll try to take it easy from now on. Which means I won’t care about what others might think of me anymore, and I’ll be more outgoing and expressive in public. Y’know, let the people think and do whatever they want.”

“Cool.”

You look at him expecting to get more of an answer, but you look over to him only to see him shove even more pancakes in his mouth. Okay sure, that’s cute and all but come on, man.

“Gia…”

“Mhrm?” Once again, very muffled. You’re so close to laughing but you’ve got to keep your composure!

“This means I’d like to hang out more, outside of just our dorm rooms n’ stuff.”

He’s quick to chew up the last bit of food he had in his mouth, (and may have choked on it a bit).

“Oh.”

He looks at you like you’re kidding, even a little. You know that people are going to assume stuff about the two of you, and are probably going to make fun of you for hanging out with a former ‘bad guy’, right? He can’t tell what emotion was written across your face, but he could tell you weren’t joking.

“Wait like, for realsies? I’m not exactly a good example.”

You sigh, it seems this really isn’t getting through his thick skull. You grab his hand.

“Yes, for realsies. I mean it when I say I don’t care what they think anymore. And I’d say you teaching that new student guitar made you a perfect example, sweetheart. Just depends on the subject.”

He flushes a little at the mention of that scene, you remember him teaching that kid? That was forever ago. Right around the time you guys first started meeting up to battle, right? Guess you really meant it. Yet again, his heart can’t seem to slow down. So you guys will be hanging out a lot more, then. That’s fine, that’s completely fine. He’s not nervous about that, not at all. Why would he ever be nervous, huh? Not like you guys never hung out outside of school. In public. With other people around. 

It’s normal for your heart to feel like this, right?

Man, you’re good at making him feel weak.

He stands up from his chair, collecting all of the dishes you two just dirtied. After he clears his mind a little, he’s back in reality.

“Um, then, what now?” He fidgets with the sleeve of the hoodie he fell asleep in.

“Well, my team and I make it a point to go outside at least once a day, and it’s quite nice outside, so how about a walk to the park?”

Of course, he’s down to go. He grabs his hat and pokéballs from the corner of his desk and Mabosstiff is already at the door, wagging his tail, ears perked up at the mention of the word 'walk'.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mabosstiff is enjoying the walk and the warmth of the sun, while Giacomo notices a slight irritated frown on your face. He asks if something’s up, and you know that you said that you wouldn’t be worrying about stuff like this, but there’s somebody sneaking pictures of the two of you from behind. Seems like it might be someone from the journaling club. You’re not annoyed that they’re getting pictures of you and Giacomo and probably going to write about you two, actually, you might like the idea. Not that you'd admit that to Giacomo, though. But cutting in on your personal time with him? What a pain.

As soon as you mutter “Photographer, five O’clock.”, he’s making his way behind you to shield your body from the camera in one swift motion. You eventually notice that the dude left after giving up, but it seems Gia hasn’t. Makes sense, he’s probably not used to this. You bring your hand up to his and lock pinkies, bringing him back up beside you to show that you guys had nothing to worry about now. You begin to swing your arms back and forth absentmindedly.

‘Cute.’

The two of you finally make your way to the park and take a seat while your pokemon start to play. Skeledirge crawls over to Mabosstiff and they start to carefully duke it out. You find it funny how gentle Skeledirge is with its chomp, and the same goes for Mabosstiff when it uses ice fang instead of using crunch or payback.

The playfight reminds Giacomo of a certain dark-type user who’s supposed to come tour in town. He heard that he had another artist he respects from Unova coming to make a special appearance, too. Now, how is he supposed to bring this up casually? You still have a busy schedule, right?

“Hey, so, um-”

Is he asking you on a date? No. Why’s he so nervous about this then? It should just be pure excitement, given that this artist is his favorite.

“If you’re not busy tonight, I heard that there’s a concert going on in Levincia later if you wanna go?”

“Of course, who’s going to play?”

“A dark-type user from Galar, He does lots of rock and alternative music. Heard he just recently retired from being a gym leader, so now he’s got time to tour.”

“Piers?! Man, the one time I didn’t check online to see if he was touring he comes right here. He’s my favorite artist, know just about all of his songs, too. And yeah, Marnie, his younger sibling, took over the gym for him.” It was pretty hard to contain your excitement. With how busy you’ve been lately you haven’t had time to even consider concerts or anything of the like, but you’re taking a day off, so who cares? If you aren’t going to worry about what others think anymore, then why not take it to the max?

“Hey, think I have time to get a haircut and get some new clothes? I’d rather fit in with the crowd more there.”

“For sure, let’s go to the hairdresser’s and get you a new fit. Actually, would you be down for getting your makeup done too?” He’s shocked that you know the artist, and so very glad that you enjoy his music. Better make this a memory worth remembering, so he’ll give it all he has to make this the best concert you’ve ever gone to.

“Depends, what were you thinking?”

“Hmm, black eyeliner and messy black eyeshadow?”

“Bet.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next few hours were spent shopping for alternative style clothes. You’ve always loved punk and alternative fashion, but you haven’t been able to wear it comfortably while being champion. Layering accessories and wearing messy clothes is so fun, you’ve seriously gotta do this more often. Now that you’ve got your outfit on and your hair done, it’s time for the makeup. Your accent color is red, you wanted to match the hot pink that Piers has but it seems there aren’t lots of pink accessories with the style you were going for. One last look in the bathroom mirror and you walk out to see Giacomo on his swivel chair with all the makeup beside him.

“Damn, you look awesome. Ya’ ready for the makeup?”

You give him a nod and walk over to him, unsure of what to do next. He pats his lap, silently telling you to come sit. Once you’re all settled, he gets to work.

It doesn’t take long, he just has to messily put on some black eyeshadow, whatever thickness eyeliner you chose, and a bit of red under your eye to make it all pop- and match your accent color. 

Okay sure, maybe he took a little longer since he couldn’t help but lock eyes a few times. And maybe steal a few glances at your lips. And when you asked if he had black lipstick? Even better, a good excuse for him to keep staring. And is that technically and indirect kiss? Never mind, forget about that. Maybe he took advantage of the situation and kept his hand on your chin and face whenever possible. But whatever, it’s all done now, and you look so “damn badass” right now.

You’re finally allowed to look in the mirror on the desk, and you’re elated with the outcome! The smile on your face says it all. It’s not one of those ‘kind, respectful’ smiles, it’s the one that shows all your teeth, and had you grinning from ear to ear. He’s surprisingly good at makeup, and your eyeliner is really even and sharp. You’re really about to go see your favorite artist with your favorite person. It doesn’t get much better than this, does it? You’re about to stand up to go make any last adjustments, but not before sneaking a quick peck on Giacomo’s cheek to thank him for his efforts. It takes him a minute to remember where he was and what he was doing, maybe even who he was.

“Hey, get back here! I gotta fix your lipstick now, idiot!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The two of you finally make it to the concert, definitely not the first people there, but you’ve got a good view of the stage from where you are. The hype builds up as the crowd continues to grow, the time of the concert nearing.

“Get ready for a mosh pit with me and my party. Levincia, it’s time to rock!”

You grab Giacomo’s hand in anticipation, excited to finally be able to belt out the lyrics of your favorite songs at full volume.

“I’ve got a shotgun tongue”

“And tick like a timebomb,”

“All black everything.”

“I’ve got a switchblade wit”

“That cuts like a bitch,”

“And I think you two should meet.”

You take a deep breath in, and let it all out. Finally able to enjoy yourself and have fun for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I wanna BREAK FREE from my humanity,”

“I wanna release the animal in me.”

“B-B-B-Break free your curiosity,”

“You’re gonna give me what I need.”

Giacomo has never seen you like this before. He never expected this side of you. You just keep breaking that fake, perfect image of yours, and he’ll admit it’s pretty hot. The bright lights of the stage beaming on your face, and the giant smile written across your face contrasting the darkness of your clothing were seriously something to cherish. He’s only ever seen you this happy a few times. In, and out. Deep breaths. He’s ready for the next verse.

“I’ve got blood on my hands,”

“No guilt on my conscience.”

“The war in your path,”

“The sex in your violence,”

“ALL OF MY FLAWS, I WEAR THEM WITH HONOR!”

“A purple heartbreak for all we’ve suffered.”

“I am the enemy,”

“I am the enemy”

He could have sworn he heard your voice raise just for that one line.

Piers got the crowd to wave their hands, to jump, to yell, to do whatever he wanted the crowd to do and it was awesome.

“Give me liberty or death”

“Charge me more and pay me less,”

“I SAID GIVE ME LIBERTY OR DEATH!”

“Ahh f**k, it, just give me death.”

He chuckled a little at that line, it almost sounded like you made it personal when you sang it. The concert was going so well, he’s so glad you seemed to be enjoying it.

“ALL OF MY FLAWS I WEAR EM’ WITH HONOR!”

“A purple heartbreak for all we’ve suffered!”

“I am the enemy,”

“I am the enemy,”

“I am the enemy,”

“BRAND NEW NUMB!”

And that was the first song. Giacomo looked over to see you trying to catch your breath, him doing the same. What an experience, there sure isn’t anything that can match this, not even playing it as loud as you can at home can even compare.

The next song immediately had a catchy beat. It was pretty cool to immediately see everyone bounce almost in sync.

“I see a red door and I want it painted black,”

“No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.”

“I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes,”

“I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.”

“I see a line of cars, and they’re all painted black,”

“With flowers and my love both never to come back.”

The song gets even catchier, and Giacomo notices the way the chains on your belt jump while you bounce to the beat.

“I see people turn their heads and quickly look away.”

“Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day!”

You notice how he’s looking at you every so often and you smile at him, as well as offer a thumbs up to show that you’re doing good. He must be checking up on you, concerts can get overwhelming, after all. But you’re having the time of your life.

“Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts,”

“It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black!”

“No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,”

“I could not foresee this thing happening to you!”

“If I look hard enough into the setting sun,”

“My love will laugh with me, before the morning comes.”

“I wanna see it painted, painted, painted black!”

“Black as night, black as coal”

“I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky.”

“I wanna see it painted, painted, Painted black!”

Lots of good tunes so far, you definitely remember blaring these songs from your headphones lots of times in the past.

The next song was very sudden, but as soon as you heard the first lyrics, you knew it was about to get hella loud.

“Suffocate, everything,”

“They complicate, everything,”

“They steal your fate, every day,”

“But you can’t believe it!”

“Take yourself far away from nothingness,”

“A million miles from emptiness.”

You loved to see the way Piers rocked out to all of his music, it was definitely his passion. He’s a lot more enthusiastic when he plays live than when he battles.

“Remember the days, of the innocence,”

“Before it came in waves?”

“Remember the trust? It was blown away,”

“Into oblivion.”

“Remember love,”

You glance over at Giacomo for a quick second, seeing him scream the lyrics at the top of his lungs. He sure does have a nice voice, you’d love to hear him make at least one cover. But the right song hasn’t come on yet.

“Remember hate, remember everything,”

“They said just to break you again.”

“Remember all, all of your enemies,”

“Forever and ever, they,”

“Suffocate everything, they”

“Complicate everything, they”

“Steal your fate, every day”

“But you can’t believe it!”

A taller person ends up in front of the two of you, and Giacomo can tell you’re struggling to see Piers. He motions for you to get on his back after bending down for you. You can’t hear him over the music, but can tell what he’s getting at. Now that you can both see, it’s back to enjoying the music.

“Forget the decay, and the endlessness,”

“Of all of our mistakes,”

“Forget all the blame, and the apathy,”

“And throw it all away.”

“FORGET THE PAIN,”

“FORGET THE HATE,”

“FORGET ALL YOUR ENEMIES,”

“THEY WILL NEVER BREAK YOU AGAIN!”

He could feel how powerful your voice was thanks to how close you were to him, he could feel your belly and chest move every time you took a deep breath.

“LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND YOU!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had now been nearly an hour since Piers had shown up on stage.

“You all better enjoy this, I don’t do encores, and we have a guest artist joining us for our last song.”

The crowd went crazy when a short girl with white hair walked onto the stage.

“Yeah! Ya’ll better get hyped for this last one!” Roxie's voice came over the speakers.

You looked at Giacomo in disbelief, he never mentioned having Roxie up on stage tonight! He just shrugged and smiled at you.

Your heads immediately turned to the stage as soon as you heard the first note.  Another note along with the first lyric, and you were singing the hardest you have all night, hoping and praying to Arceus that Giacomo knew the lyrics. There was a good chance you’d lose your voice after this one, you’d definitely need to drink lots of water tomorrow.

“You’ll never take us alive!"

He looked over at you and started singing his part, almost like he was waiting for this moment the whole time. Not like he checked the setlist beforehand, or anything.

“We swore that death with do us part,”

“They’ll call our crimes a work of art!”

You started bouncing in place to the beat, so excited to be right here, right now, with him.

“You’ll never take us alive!”

“We’ll live like spoiled royalty, LOVERS AND PARTNERS,”

“PARTNERS IN CRIME!”

“Partners in crime~”

You grab his hand again and squeeze it tight, grounding yourself. This is one of your favorite songs, you had no idea he even knew this song existed.

“This, the tale of, reckless love, living a life of crime on the run,”

“I brush to a gun, to paint the states green, and red.”

“Everybody freeze!”

“Nobody move!”

“Put the money in the bag,”

“Or we will shoot!”

“Empty out the vault, and me and my doll will be on our way,”

“Our paper faces flood the streets,”

“And if the heat comes close enough, then we’ll play with fire, ‘cause!”

“You’ll never take us alive!”

“We swore that death will do us part,"

“They’ll call our crimes a work of art”

“You’ll never take us alive,”

“We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lover and partners,”

“Partners in crime!”

“Partners in crime~”

“Here we find our omnipotent outlaws, fall behind the grind tonight.”

“Left unaware that the lone store owner,”

“Won’t go down without a fight!”

“Where we gonna go?!”

“He’s got us pinned!”

“Baby I’m a little scared,”

“Now don’t you quit!”

“He sounded the alarm, I hear the sirens closing in!”

“Our paper faces flood the streets,”

“And if the heat come close enough, then we’re burning this place to the ground, ‘cause!”

“You’ll never take us alive!”

“We swore that death will do us part, they’ll call our crimes a work of art.”

“You’ll never take us alive,”

“We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners,”

“Partners in crime!”

“Partners in crime~”

(The Placerville sheriff’s police department, come out with your hands up, we have the place surrounded. Put your weapons down, PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN! Ready men, aim, FIRE!)

The thrill and excitement coursing through yours’ and Giacomo’s veins were the only thing keeping you two from getting flustered over the lyrics. This is like a dream come true. Was this basically you two shouting your love for each other? Yeah, and you both were none the wiser.

“The skies are black, with lead-filled rain,”

“A morbid painting on display!”

“This is the night the young love died,”

“Buried at each other’s side.”

“You’ll never take us alive,”

“We swore that death will do us part,”

“So now we haunt you in the dark,”

“You never took us alive,”

“We live as ghosts among these streets,”

“Lovers and partners, partners in crime!”

"Partners in criiiiiime~"

“PARTNERS IN CRIME!”

With both of you completely out of breath, no longer able to hear anything but the crowd cheering, you jump tackle Giacomo for a hug. He spins you around and you can barely tell what he’s saying, only thanks to the way you saw his lips move could you tell what he was saying.

“That was epic!”

He knew that you couldn’t hear him, so he figured he’d chat with you more after the concert.

People slowly started getting out of the way, you and Giacomo were pushing through the crowd, attempting to get some merch. You ended up getting ahead of the crowd, and you bought shirts, keychains, bracelets, and pins for yourself and him, and got him a CD of Piers’ latest album. You even managed to get a quick picture with Piers and Roxie after and got him to sign the CD.

Only after all the commotion was over and you guys were back at his dorm, you on his bed and him on his chair, did he start to think more clearly.

“Hey, you spent a ton today, didn’t you? You shouldn’t have bought me all of that stuff at the concert, at least let me pay you back. I could have bought my own stuff you know.”

You bring your head up from where it was resting.

“You can’t even buy half a potion, shut up.”  You snicker a bit at that, always taking any opportunity to make fun of Gia. “But seriously, you’re like, the best. Ever. I should be thanking you.”

You look at him and your smile turns sincere.

“You deserve the best, love.”

His cheeks go pink at the nickname, but he’s not too flustered for a comeback.

“You are the best, sweetheart.”

Songs used in order:

Brand new numb - Motionless in white

Paint it, black - The Rolling Stones

Leave It All behind - Cult To Follow

Partners in Crime - Set it Off (my favorite band!!🔷️⏳)

5h 20m

Jan.25-26.23

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