#my nivannedy fics

[fonulyn]

Leon agreed heartily, though. Lieutenant Branagh had been in a bad shape earlier, and he hadn’t been answering their radio calls for a good while now. Hopefully he was just resting, or had found a safe place but couldn’t reach them, but Leon had a bad feeling that they might not be quite that fortunate. At least there still was a glimmer of hope left. “I’ll go first,” he said, already taking a quicker step to get ahead of Piers.

“Hey!” Piers reached out, grabbing his elbow. “You’re not going to keep sidelining me! I keep telling you, I can—”

A loud creak cut him off, and within a second they both had raised their guns and whipped around to look at the helicopter wreckage. First Leon thought the pilot had somehow turned into one of those monsters, but instead it was something much, much worse.

-- Or, they meet the tyrant, lose Marvin, find a clue for Claire, and fall further into each other.

[silvercap]

For the micro story prompts, how about 15. trembling hands? With Leon of course :3c

You got it ;) (prompts)

15. Trembling Hands--Knight AU, because I got inspired hehe

Piers finds Leon leaned up against a tree, rolling eyes wide and unfocused as they stare off into space, his entire body trembling so hard that Piers doesn't even bother scanning the area for remaining enemies before dropping his dagger and throwing himself to his knees to check Leon for injuries.

"Have you been hurt?" he demands, already peeling back Leon's cloak to check for the telltale signs of blood. Leon makes no sign that he's heard at all, breaths rattling in his chest as he heaves for air. His skin is a deathly gray pallor when Piers looks again, and cold as ice against the fingers that Piers presses to the thundering pulse point beneath his jaw. Leon doesn't even react when Piers goes back to examining him for wounds and finds the nasty gash etched into his right forearm, gloved hand trembling and sword nowhere to be found.

Piers swallows, the eerie sensation of eyes on the back of his neck prompting him to whip around and scan the desolated forest that's been whispering in the back of his mind since the moment they stumbled into this accursed place. Not even a bird stirs in the trees, the fog of Piers' breaths in the chill the only movement aside from the unnatural curl of mist over snow-covered undergrowth.

"We need to make camp," he says quietly, unwilling to disturb the silence for reasons he can't explain. Leon doesn't respond, gaze too glazed to show any sign of recognition, and Piers feels suddenly alone, helpless and lost in an ancient forest with a companion who's nearly comatose and trembling, fingers twitching as Piers holds his breath and peels back the shredded leather bracer to reveal the inside of Leon's bloodied forearm. The sturdy material has taken far worse blows before and never once shown a sign of weakness, yet whatever it was that cut three deep crimson tears into Leon's pale, soft inner arm has seemingly been able to slice through several layers of fabric on top of the leather.

Leon's breath hitches for a moment before he shivers again, hands quivering even more erratically when Piers prods gently at the edge of the wounds. "Shh," he tries, "It's alright, I just need to look it over."

Piers presses delicately on the skin, brow furrowed. There's something in the wound, he thinks, maybe dirt, or....

He gasps as black fluid pours forth in a fountain of liquid far more viscous than blood, gaze shooting to Leon's face. His lips are moving, cracked and dry in the winter air, but no words spill forth, expression too dazed to give Piers any context to what he might be trying to say. Piers fights down a wave of queasiness, dipping his left pointer finger into the fluid and immediately hissing when it burns like acid. He scrubs it quickly in the snow, his own hand trembling slightly when he lifts it to examine the spot of reddening, raised flesh pulsing on the tip of his finger. His muscles tense. Poison.

Leon must be in absolute agony.

Slowly, Piers reaches into his pack to pull free a length of linen bandages, wrapping them securely around the wound and tucking Leon's sleeve back over the lump of fabric before the fluid and blood can begin to soak through.

"We'll fix this," Piers says with more determination than he truly feels, tucking the torn bracer into his pack along with the dagger he'd dropped at his side. It takes some maneuvering, but with the tree as a brace he manages to lift Leon more or less to his feet by the upper arms, darting close enough to slip the uninjured one over Piers' shoulders and use his legs to push the rest of Leon's weight upright. He slumps almost immediately into Piers, but the combat training must be paying off---Piers only stumbles slightly before he manages to right himself, gritting his jaw.

"I'll get us out of this place," he murmurs firmly, wrapping an arm around Leon's waist to steady him. "Even if it's the last thing that I do."

[tirsynni]

Nivannedy Week Day Five

Another one written while half-asleep, but enjoy some pre-Nivannedy for @nivannedyweek.

DAY 5: Vendetta

It was a little funny, Piers Nivans mused, watching the medic work on Leon Kennedy’s arm. Or, at least, try to work on his arm. The older man was bruised and battered and was probably going to feel like hell the next day, but he seemed more relaxed now than when they had found him in the bar. Not happy, no, but calmer.

Of course, since this wasn’t the first time they had interrupted him on one of his rare vacations, Piers supposed it wasn’t that odd that Leon had been pissed. His sharp sarcasm was better than a knife to the face, at least.

“My arm is fine,” Leon was saying, wiggling away from the medic. He reminded Piers of a toddler. A tall, deadly toddler. “I already checked it out.”

The medic’s exasperated face fit someone dealing with a toddler. Piers couldn’t remember her name. She was new, so she wasn’t used to annoyed government agents. Chris grew stubborn and sullen when pushed too hard, but Leon? Piers expected Leon to vanish the moment she looked away from him, injuries or no.

Fortunately, Piers was used to working with annoyed government agents. He knelt beside the pair and offered the poor medic an apologetic smile. “I’ll take it from here. I’m trained.”

Trained as a medic and in handling stubborn asses. By the look on the medic’s face and her droll, “All yours,” she knew exactly what Piers meant.

After she left, Piers raised an eyebrow at Leon. “Do you need help taking off your jacket or…?”

Leon rolled his eyes at Piers and didn’t move. “It’s fine. My shoulder was dislocated but I took care of it.”

His shoulder was…

Sometimes, Piers thought that Chris had nothing on Leon Kennedy. “Leon.”

“Piers,” Leon retorted. He smiled with too many teeth. “It’s not my shoulder that’s bothering me. It’s the hangover.”

All right. Despite his calmer attitude, Leon was still pissed. Piers couldn’t blame him, but a dislocated shoulder was no laughing matter. Fine.

“You need help with the jacket then,” Piers said. He didn’t flinch at Leon’s glare, having already dealt with Chris Redfield at his worst. No matter how cranky Leon felt, he was always kind at heart. When Piers reached for Leon’s jacket, the man grumbled but relented. His wince was small but visible when Piers helped him pull the jacket away from his wounded arm.

You aren’t alone, Piers wanted to say as he examined Leon’s sore shoulder. He didn’t say it. They both knew that, in far too many ways, Leon was. They found him alone in that bar for a reason. Piers still didn’t know the full story about what happened, and he doubted that he ever would.

I’m here, Piers wanted to say, but Leon knew that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let Piers even this close.

I want to help. Don’t go down that path alone.

Piers bit his tongue against the last one. He felt like he and Leon had been teetering on something ever since they survived China and the C-Virus, but work demanded too much of them and he didn’t know how much Leon had to give. Right now, when Leon was emotionally and physically wrung out and was dealing with a hangover on top of a dislocated shoulder, was not the right time.

“At least your jacket survived this time,” Piers said instead.

Leon scoffed at him, but his mouth relaxed into an almost smile. Perhaps he heard everything unsaid. Leon was always good at that. “Barely. How about you buy me a new one? I think there’s a shop or two which survived this.”

Piers hid his own smile. “Sure. Let’s find one which will match your new sling.”

“I don’t need a sling!”

Maybe one day they could have that conversation. After the sling conversation and the stink of alcohol and blood faded. Someday. Piers took Leon’s bright eyes and the relaxed curve of his mouth as a win even as he prepared for the sling argument. 

It was a good thing he had experience with stubborn government agents.

“I bet we can even find a black one for you.”

“Find one in leather and you have a deal.”

[silvercap-art]

Leon and Piers as they're gonna appear in one of my upcoming fics!! Playing around with materials and I like how they came out!

[silvercap]

Thanks for the tag!! :)

This is kiss is rather pornographic so beware of that lolol, but this is from the knight au!

I'll tag... @thebrandywine @goodpointsandbadpoints @fonulyn @charcuteriecrab @flurrin @desired-misery and anyone else who wants to join in? A lot of you were already tagged lol but please do if I've missed you!

✨Friday Kiss Tag 💋✨

Hello, lovelies! Happy Friday to you. ❤️

I hope you are all gave yourself kindness and support this week, just as our kissing characters have done. Keep spreading the love, and treat yourselves well so that you may treat others with respect and care 💛💫✨

Thank you to everyone who has tagged me this week: @noxxytocin for a favorites tag, @justabigoldnerd , @jev-urisk , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @aalinaaaaaa , and @pippinoftheshire for a WIP Wednesday tag, @the-inkwell-variable for a Last Line tag, @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @theink-stainedfolk for a mixed fried writing share, @willtheweaver @ominous-feychild @cowboybrunch and @mysticstarlightduck for your multitags, and @drchenquill for a writing share tag! I appreciate you all 💛✨

For everyone who tagged me this week that I may have missed, thank you so much again! 💛✨

Now, onto the smoochin 💋✨

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️

For those of you that don’t have a kiss ready, no worries! You can treat this tag as a writing share instead! 💚

Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!

Draft 2 of YWIMC is almost complete, so I figured I’d celebrate with a smooch from Ali and Noah 🧞‍♂️✨

“‘Uhibuk….” Noah closed his eyes as Ali leaned in for another gentle kiss.

“‘Uhibuk….” Ali whispered against his lover’s luscious lips, connecting them in a slow, methodical rhythm.

‘Ali….’ Noah hummed in his mind as he moaned into the kiss. ‘….make me yours.’

Ali smirked into the kiss as a low rumble escaped his own throat. ‘Is this a wish, Noah, or a command?’

‘A command.’

‘In that case, who am I to refuse?’

Leaving this tag +open and gently alerting the tag list. Happy smoochin, and spread the love far and wide 💛💫✨

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[phoenixmetaphor]

Last Line Challenge!!!

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

i was tagged by the talented @alvivaarts !!! thanks so much for thinking of me <3

since i emerged from my long dormancy, i don’t know a large amount of people i know to be active buttttt i will try tagging @sinnabum45 [been loving your recent narumitsu], @californiatowhee [ditto bestie], @silvercap [art or writing?], and @thebrandywine [i mean i’d tag you in this post anyway, so….]. feel free to ignore if this ain’t your thing~~~

anyways here’s a page of preliminary sketches for a comic based on @thebrandywine ‘s [pull me under], a nivannedy mermaid au fic that has given me brainworms (told you i’d be tagging you in regardless, mav)

i don’t usually share at this stage because it’s all very rough and i only need it to make sense to me, which is why there are like… stick figures and also why I just freely write and draw over other writings and drawings. and i’m not sure this will go all the way to a finished state, if all these panels will make it, and if they will be in this order (i’ve already changed some things up…). like right now i am sort of unhappy with the sameness of all the head shots but … we’ll see, we’ll see.

also if all the pen scratches and scribbles didn’t give it away, this is done traditionally, mostly to force myself to just restart something that’s not working rather than attempting to noodle with it endlessly, which is a pitfall I can fall into with digital sketching. i really should not have used this particular ink tho, it has shimmer and it was clogging my pen something fierce x.x

[thebrandywine]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

@catgirladjacent tagged me! and i like to infodump! let's go!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

97 including some that are under pseuds, though I did orphan a few once I started fixating on Resident Evil more fully. I was embarrassed lmao

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

865,796 o__o

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Resident Evil exclusively now!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

don't worry about this one cuz it's under a pseud lol

[every picture tells a story], 387 kudos

[lantern], 376 kudos

broken machine, 356 kudos

[the quality of mercy], 332 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do!!! more often than not it's just with some emojis now lol but i relish and treasure every single comment i get

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, this one has yet to be published :) don't worry! <3

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm... probably Two Cakes (which is coming out this month)? made me feel all sappy at least :]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not now, but I definitely got some hateful comments on things when i was a lot younger-- mostly people complaining that i was a bad writer or that i should delete (which i did, so they got their wish lol). now if anything i mostly get people who comment on my stuff to kind of pressure me to update XYZ (the nivannedy catboy fic is notorious for this, which is why i haven't been working on it very much lately). the block button is my friend tho <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

yeah :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think someone wanted to at one point and then never did lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i've talked with some people about this before but we've never gotten around to it :P

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i love chreon but there's just SOMETHING about nivannedy---

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the lethan re7/re8 rewrite. i really want to keep working on them but i just have so much more on my plate that i keep pushing it off, especially when it'll require the research of rewatching playthroughs a few times to reimaging the plot points. maybe one day tho!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

i've been told that my dialog is good which makes me happy because there are a few fics where i'm actually really proud of it :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

describing things, especially people! for some reason i always feel like it breaks the flow so i just... am like "there is a man. anyway--" sorry readers but it's your job to imagine him skjfnskdnf

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i only speak english and i'm also VERY american. i don't personally want to mess around with that because it would be google translate type shit and that's just sad imo :/ so since i don't know enough i will abstain

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokemon!!!!!!!!! i literally found THE first fic i ever wrote which would have been somewhere between third and fifth grade because i PRINTED IT and DREW PICTURES. it is called The Mysterious Manaphy and makes no sense. i read it aloud to my partner and they howled. yeah, it was just that good

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

listen, i love broken machine, but dualities has seriously taken the cake!!!!!!!!!

thank you for tagging me claire :3 i tag @flurrin @fonulyn and @silvercap!!!

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

Cast on, join without twisting

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Piers Nivans/Luis Serra Characters: Piers Nivans, Luis Serra, Sherry Birkin Additional Tags: Minor Leon S. Kennedy/Jack Krauser/Chris Redfield, Domestic, House Cleaning, Disabled Character, Light Angst, Living Together, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, but they’re still living with the consequences of it Summary:

Worn, soft leather, with patination aged into it. The back of it has a decorative pattern along the shoulders, a blooming crowd of interlacing shapes that remind him of fleur-de-lis. He can’t tell if it’s stamped or inlaid, but either way, it’s very beautiful.

Piers has never seen it before. He had to pull aside a dozen layers of other shirts to find it. - It’s autumn, and Luis and Piers are getting their place ready for Sherry to visit.

About this fic ⬇️

One of my favorite concepts ever is the fix-it, divergence AU known as "what if neither Luis nor Piers died, and they somehow ended up working together and falling in love?" (Thank you, sam, again!)

😭 Something about the dynamic gets stuck in my brain and refuses to leave. I like it for similar reasons that I like nivannedy; an older person with a lot of baggage (that they've gotten good at shoving into the background) gets with a younger person who isn't afraid to be direct about how much they care about them. On top of that, there's the intricacies of Luis having a more whimsical humor vs Piers' dryer style, Piers being more of a straight-laced military type dude, both of them being very very good at what they do, etc. It's so charming!

and besides that, it's fun to explore the "what-ifs" of Piers' and Luis' deaths, if Luis started working for the BSAA, their disabilities, and so on! A whole world to explore.

Conclusion: This story is me indulging myself with Piers taking care of Luis.

[knifefightandchill]

fav resi fics? :)

This took me a second to gather, my browser bookmarks are such a mess. ��� There were a couple ones I couldn't find too sadly. Including the one that wasn't ship related

So all of these are ship related, because I have a problem XD So I'll sort them like that.

Metaltango;

Ties that Bind – by SocialDeception

Nary a Waver – by tirsynni

Chreon;

Home again, Sweetheart – by Mikhailov

Nivannedy;

as long as you’ll have me – by fonulyn

tear me open (and make me whole again) – by fonulyn

If you or anyone has any resi fic recommendations please send them my way! I’ve been struggling to focus on reading lately, and would love suggestions.

and i'm gonna go ahead and tag the writers that i know the urls for, so you can check out all their work!

@fonulyn , @social-deception , @tirsynni

[fonulyn]

A sound caught Piers’ attention. A metallic one, out of place. Curious, he followed it, momentarily forgetting his tiredness and the constant pain. There was a piece of plywood propped up to cover a space between two buildings close together, a canopy crossing between the walls. There was no way Piers could maneuver it away otherwise, not with only one usable arm, so he tipped it over and let it clatter on the ground.

There was a wounded noise, distinctly human.

It took a second for Piers’ eyes to get used to the darkness, but then a weight fell off his shoulders.

Almost as an afterthought, he tapped his comm.. “Hunnigan,” he said, quiet, not to spook the person hunched in the corner, looking at him from huge, panicked eyes. “I found him.”

-- Or, Leon goes missing after the bomb hits Tatchi. Piers goes to find him.

-

(for @nivannedyweek day 6 prompts "gentle", "amnesia", and "Tatchi bomb" :3)

[silvercap]

"We can't keep doing this" and make it as self indulgent and whumpy as possible? :3

Oh, you got it ;)

(Prompts)

Piers can hear Leon screaming even from where he sits in the cement-walled cell; horrible, raspy cries that break raggedly and trail off as they torture him again for what must be the fifth day in a row. His own body still aches from this morning's beating, electrical burns from the high-powered cattle prods they'd used on him yesterday stretching painfully when he shifts. He flinches as another cry cuts through the air, harsher than the last, muscles tensing when it ends so abruptly that its source could only have passed out... or been strangled, or dunked underwater, or really, any myriad of horrible, silencing things.

Piers tries not to think about it.

Silence buzzes against his ears as Piers shivers and closes his eyes, the distant sound of footsteps soon growing louder and louder until Piers can hear the telltale screech of the cell door unlocking and knows they're bringing Leon back. Faint, pained whimpers are audible over the din, two large men barging in the moment it's open to dump Leon's battered body on the cement unceremoniously, limbs flopping to the side as he lands hard on his back. He's concerningly limp, and Piers' hands are on his shoulders before the men even have a chance to lock the cell again.

"It's just me," he soothes when Leon groans low in his throat, head lolling backwards until Piers settles it in his lap to prop it up and cradle it away from the floor. A bloodied, trembling hand lifts up from Leon's side, fingers grasping blindly in the air until Piers intertwines their palms and pulls Leon's hand close enough to plant a kiss on his knuckles. Glassy eyes slit open at the touch, sweat gleaming on Leon's forehead as he attempts to shift and whines in agony instead. Piers tuts worriedly, placing the back of his hand delicately on Leon's bare, bruised collarbone. "Your fever's gotten worse."

"Tellin' ya it's nothin'," Leon slurs out hoarsely, chest shuddering as it rises and falls in an uneven rhythm. He tilts his head to the side, jaw clenched as he winces. "It's probably just th' stress."

Piers reaches for the bandages wrapped around Leon's unclothed thigh, just below the bloodied edge of his boxers, grimacing when he lifts them to see the inflamed, oozing wound from when they'd first been captured. BOW claws are a bitch to keep clean at the best of times---without antibiotics, or fresh fabric to change out the dressings, Leon will need to rely on his immune system alone to carry him through the infection. It had begun several days ago now, and his skin is still burning up.

"We can't keep doing this," Piers whispers, Leon's laboured breaths echoing over the stone. There's a dirtied blanket in the corner of the cell that he'll move Leon to in a moment so that he can rest, but Piers' limbs have suddenly gone just as jellied and exhausted as Leon's. "It's going to kill you, and I won't be far behind. We have to---to get out of here, or at least figure out what they're looking for."

Leon's bare legs kick aimlessly in a sluggish attempt to distract himself from the pain that must be blossoming from every part of his body, not a single inch of skin left unblemished or unabused. They'd tried water torture yesterday, Piers' own lungs still aching from the strain. Peeling nails the day before that. Where does it end?

"Mm," Leon hums, eyes already slipping closed. Piers is worried about the sickly cast to his features, eyes sunken and cheeks flushed. He strokes Leon's cheek as the man goes almost entirely slack, lashes fluttering uselessly as he tries and fails to stay awake.

"Get some rest," Piers says, hearing the hallway door clang distance, the men surely preparing to return and take him for his own session in an hour or two. They like to start with Leon because he's already ailing and can't fight back, the sick fucks. "I'll watch the door."

[tirsynni]

Nivannedy Week Day Four

Written while half-asleep, but overall, I'm pretty happy with this short little offering for @nivannedyweek. <3

DAY 4: “Did I say you could stop?” 

“Did I say you could stop?” Leon Kennedy slurred. 

He tried to throw the words over his shoulder, but it was challenging when his bones felt like liquid and his body was completely unresponsive. The weight on his back pinned him effortlessly. He couldn’t get up if he tried.

Not that he wanted to. Based on Piers’s grin, he knew it, too. “I thought you fell asleep,” Piers teased. Still, he put his hands back on Leon’s shoulders, exactly where they should be. “You were starting to snore.”

“Lies. Filthy lies.” Leon shifted enough to hide his yawn in his arms. Piers had massaged every lingering knot out of Leon, but that didn’t mean Piers could stop. “I’m wide awake.”

Piers snorted inelegantly behind him. Leon decided to be the bigger man and ignore his lover’s lack of faith. Like he would really go to sleep with Piers naked and sitting on his thighs. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Only one way to prove his point then. With a private grin, Leon purposefully wiggled his ass, arching every so lightly. His relaxed body protested a little, but it was worth it for the hitch in Piers’s breath. Leon might be boneless, but Piers definitely wasn’t. “More lotion, please.”

Piers hissed something unflattering behind him. He smacked Leon’s ass -- deliberately lightly, just enough to make a noise -- but Leon felt him shift to grab more lotion. Pleased, Leon closed his eyes and listened to Piers’s quiet, insincere grumbles. He heard “spoiled” more than once. 

“Any other requests?” Piers asked drolly, returning his hands to Leon’s shoulderblades. Leon tilted his head, as if thinking about it. All the while, he indulged in the feeling of Piers’s strong, clever hands digging into relaxed muscle.

“Lower,” Leon decided.

Piers grumbled again -- “Lower, he says” -- but obliged again, his thumbs digging into the middle of Leon’s back. Leon hummed happily. 

The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air. It filled Leon’s senses, wrapped lovingly around him. He could merrily spend the rest of their vacation right here, under Piers, the scent of Piers and vanilla surrounding him.

After several long, pleasant moments, Leon said again, “Lower.”

Again, Piers grumbled but obeyed. Something nudged Leon’s ass, making it perfectly clear that Piers was happy with the situation. Leon smiled smugly into his arms. Piers’s fingers dug into his lower back, just above the swell of his ass.

Despite the lovely feeling, Leon didn’t wait long before saying again, “Lower.” He paused, thought for a moment, and then added, “More lotion, please.”

“Lower? That would -- oh.”

Leon wiggled under Piers and beamed. Oh, yes. His clever boy was fully on board with this plan. “The other lotion. The strawberry one.” He all but purred with contentment. “It’s time for my happy ending.”

That slap was a little harder, but since it was well-earned and Piers was moving quickly, Leon decided that he wouldn’t complain. Much. He liked a little spice with his happy ending, after all.

[fonulyn]

(I’m sorry for hijacking your post but nnnhhh)

The night sky is so bright it feels like the stars might just fall right out of it. It’s surprisingly chilly, Piers thinks as he runs his fingers through his hair, still wet from the shower he’d taken, dripping onto his shoulders. He feels too restless to go back inside though, like he’s vibrating with the excess energy, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, hunches his shoulders against the wind and walks aimlessly forward.

A small group of his friends and coworkers are standing around smoking, and they beckon him to come closer but he only waves at them a little, his destination elsewhere. 

There’s a small playground next to the motel, empty at this hour of the night, except for the sole figure sitting on the bench staring at the swing set. "What did the swing ever do to you?” he asks as he takes a seat next to Leon. 

The answer is an amused huff, and Leon shakes his head slightly. “Shouldn’t you be catching up on sleep? We’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

“I could tell you the same thing,“ Piers replies without a pause. “Last I checked you were coming with us. Or did you just want a free night at this luxurious place courtesy of the BSAA?“ He nods towards the shabby motel as he speaks even though Leon isn’t looking straight at him, and as Leon snorts out another soft laugh he counts it as a success. 

There’s a pause, during which Piers thinks Leon won’t say anything, but then Leon surprises him by speaking up. His voice is silent, barely audible in the still air around them. “I don’t sleep well before... before.”

There’s vulnerability in him that makes Piers’ heart ache. It makes him want to take on the entire world so that Leon doesn’t need to. At the same time it feels like a some kind of victory, knowing that Leon trusts him enough to say this out loud. This thing, whatever it is, between them is so new and fragile, tentative at best, and time and time again Piers is floored by the realization that Leon wants to put in the effort as badly as he does. 

“Me neither,“ he says, tilting his head to look at Leon. He considers for a moment, collects his courage, but then decides that he could as well offer. “Wanna come keep me company? I scored a single room.” 

Leon turns to him, eyes slightly widened, as if he doesn’t believe what he hears.

Immediately Piers backtracks, “I mean, you obviously don’t need to. And I don’t know what kind of a luxury suite they get the consulting agents, you--”

“Stop talking,” Leon says, his voice amused, but at the same time unbearably tender. He turns, shifts a little closer, and leans to press his forehead against Piers’ shoulder. “I didn’t even go see the room,“ he admits, refusing to look up, as if the fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide, “I couldn’t.“

Piers tries very hard to stay still, barely dares to breathe. His heart is thrumming in his chest, filling with such intense warmth it feels way too much, way too soon, and he doesn’t say anything out loud. He hides the love in his heart, where it’s safe. For now. 

"I think the bed in my room could fit two people,” he says instead, careful to keep it light.

As an answer, Leon shifts a little closer still, presses his face into Piers’ neck, and takes a deep breath. The moment is gone as soon as it started, and he’s pulling back. The lines around his eyes seem a little less severe, though, his shoulders relaxing minutely. “Show me the way,” he says, a hint of a smile curving his mouth. 

Latest then, Piers knows he’s helplessly in love. There’s no going back for him. He feeds the flickering flame within his heart, keeps it to himself for now, and only nudges Leon’s shoulder with his own. “Let’s go, old man.”

Leon’s laughter is equal parts surprised and relieved. 

Sighhh

[locus-desperatus]

I usually don't post fic stuff here, but I'm excited about this so... Pirate Leon/Siren Piers 🥺

[echidnana]

just got hit with really fucking bad dysphoria why the FUCK is this happening

[jubilee-lining]

i love how i just keep collecting resi ships like theyre pokemon cards. i started like three ethleon fics and never finished them, im working on a nivannedy sequel to my unrequited chreon fic, AND a nivanfield fic thats nothing but me emotionally torturing chris