#PierrexPiper

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Zero and Seven were given hearty see-you-laters, with smacks on their ass. While they had been putting their clothes on to head home, Pierre had remained unabashedly nude, feeling the air of this different world on his skin. He gave them both playful smacks and promises to catch up later, when they could.

When it was just the two of them again, Pierre stretched his arms above his head, loosening up after what had been a definite workout. He ran his fingers through his hair, turning towards Piper, the room falling silent. Comfortably silent. It allowed in space for thoughts, though. And Pierre definitely had some that were rolling around his brain.

He then crawled into bed, slithering in, laying beside her, on his stomach He had to run his fingers through his hair again to get it out of his face but it was worth it to see the violet in her eyes.

“Stay,” He said, immediately. And then he smiled, almost sheepishly, at how fast that had come out. He raised a hand and started to trail a finger over her sternum, just basking in her. In her magic. In her love, even if it had been for another Pierre, it still stuck with him. “Please?”

He’d sleep sounder with her there. The time for questions, for figuring out next steps, that could come later. What he knew right now was that he didn’t want to be alone.

Except this was no Rick Roll. No fake out of any kind. He was definitely Rick Astley straight up as stated.

Everyone was taking in the same-ness or differences with current haircuts and styles. So much same. Even the differences only felt like a phase in time they could have had. Even Zero's autopsy scars were the same. Seven's skin was too perfect as usual from his voodoo doll powers of self-healing.

Pierre said he had Seven too. They had each other. It meant more now than ever. It felt like they were speaking a secret language in those few words.

Then the pleasure was on. Nothing felt salacious about it even if it was risqué. They were all the best of friends. Every one of them self-indulgent in each other's gratification. The night would go on in trading of positions and mutual pleasure all together. It all felt like a completely natural progression to Piper like they were always like this. For Piper she knew a lot of people questioned Chip's behavior and his family, and though this lot wasn't exactly like them, certainly not on a marriage level, but it was in a moment like this it all clicked to Piper, how natural a feeling it could be with the right people. It all felt right, the best purple ever.

Eventually there was two.

Piper and Pierre.

Zero felt the call of home and needed to go back to Frankenstein. Seven would head back home so his mothers wouldn't worry. He had promised to be back, and they'd help him work on a home new start for his home life and a plan to introduce him back into world. That's what some of their pillow talk would be after bath time. Seven would yack about starting up his own mortuary ready to continue his old dreams right where he left off. Zero would have chatted about memories of their Dog World vacation and be the best snuggler of them all while the others sprawled out to cool off.

When it came down to Piper in Pierre's room, she'd wonder what was going through his head after such a big life changing event. She didn't ask, however. She stayed there looking at the ceiling basking in actually pulling off all the magic sequences needed for such a miracle.

She eventually turned towards Pierre. "Would you like to be left for the night and let you gather your thoughts? I can stay to keep you company, or you can call me when you're ready to move on and figure out where to go from here. Up to you. This is your night."

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Valentine’s Ball

After making sure that their fathers were okay, and wouldn’t be too lonely for the night, Summer and River went to the grand Valentine’s Day Ball at the Magisterium. Summer was more excited for this than she had been for the Yule Ball, because at least this time, she had her handsome boyfriend as a date. Ever since he had quit the Magisterium, and she had curt-tailed with her own personal problems, they hadn’t had too many occasions to see one another - though she did text him little love letters just about everyday. This morning was no different. ‘River, your strong and steady course had led straight to my heart, and I can’t wait to follow it onto bigger and better things. Tonight will be a night that neither of us will forget, my beloved. My valentine. Always.’

Stepping inside of the giant space where the ball was to be held, with her lover by her side, Summer gasped in amazement at all the decor. The committee had done a grand job of making it romantic, and explosive. If there was one thing that it wasn’t, though, that was subtle. “I’m so glad that I didn’t volunteer for the clean up committee,” She laughed, nuzzling herself into River’s side. “Can you imagine what that would be like?”

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Pierre, as one of the people who had been part of the planning committee, had to be there early. And since he had roped Piper into it as well, they were there, greeting guests. And yet, in a very rare move for Pierre Renault, he only had eyes for the girl beside him. Ever since their night together at his party, he seemed to be fawning even more. He had gotten what he had wanted from her, but all it did was make him crave more. So he got this suit to match her dress in an attempt to get some bonus points with her.

Though Piper was his focus, he did see the big eyes and the amazed expression on Summer Savage’s face as she stepped inside. It made him grin proudly, for he had a big hand in doing all of this. He nearly stayed at the school overnight trying to put this together, hand-hanging the decorations. “Now that - that is the reaction that makes all of the work worth it,” He said down to Piper. “Not too shabby, eh?”

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Agnes arrived with Arthur, though it took them a minute or two to go inside because he had to be unloaded from the van that fit him and his wheelchair. She didn’t mind in the slightest though. She was happy to even have a date at all, let alone someone that she enjoyed talking to. “I hope I get a couple of dances with you in - because with how great you’re looking tonight, all the girls are going to be asking,” She said with a wide grin. Maybe she was Pierre’s sister just a little bit after all, but it wasn’t just a line. Despite how the illness had ravaged his body, Arthur still was a very good looking boy.

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: I met your dads!!!!

Pierre: They were a bit distracted but I think we're cool.

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Date with Piper

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Pierre had originally thought about being cliche for his dinner with Piper. Going with something French, Peruvian or Indian to celebrate the cultures between them - but he opted out of that. Why not find something new, and make it theirs? So he made reservations at a Spanish restaurant, and texted Piper with the address.

He got there early. He didn’t believe in being fashionably late. Being at the table, standing up when she would walk in, looking fantastic as always, to push her chair out for her would make a better impression than walking through the restaurant, and stopping to look for her.

So that’s where he was, sitting in the bright yellow atmosphere that reminded him of his own bedroom, when she would come strolling in, looking like a fucking Goddess. Those eyes, that beautiful skin tone - they had the ability to take his breath away. He got to his feet to greet her, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “Thanks for agreeing to a second date, beautiful.”

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: I just realized how much I missed your face

Pierre: Handling business like a boss lady

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There wasn’t a whole lot of room beneath the tree for the typical sort of picnic. And it was a bit too cold to do the whole blanket and basket thing, but Pierre was nothing if not innovative. He got there bright and early, using some of the fabric from his mother’s stores (not knowing that these used to be the very fabrics which Clopin used in his tents) to string up and make little shelters around the burning tree. He laid the blankets down in there, the picnic basket off to the side with a very French feast inside, including wine and sparking grape juice in case she wanted to stay sober. A little fire that he lit using the inside of the tree, and all was almost done. The only thing that it needed was a little bit of music.

And that was why he had an acoustic guitar, hiding in one of the tents. There were three of them, one for the guitar, one for the food, and one for them, just in case it decided to get a little wet in here. He wanted everything to be safe and secure in all circumstances. This was the first of the twelve days of Pierre-mas, and he wanted to start off on a good note.

He was just warming his hands on the fire when he heard footsteps coming closer. “Ahh - Piper, you came, you came. Welcome to our own little hippie paradise.”

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Party, Party, Party.

Since his mother was doing most of the decorating and was hanging around humming, Pierre went outside to wait around for Piper. He was already dressed and ready for the party, and felt pretty proud of himself for how it was coming along. Quite a few people said that they were coming, and he got his parents to agree to go to a hotel room for the night. Well, rather, it was the parents that were letting the party happen as a distraction so that they could get away for a little while, since Esmeralda and Phoebus rarely got to have nights to themselves with the kids, and the homeless around.

The only real rule was that the party was contained to their house, and that people would either uber or stay over. No drinking and driving. As soon as someone was seen with a beer, their keys were taken away. Phoebus had set up a special code with uber so that the Renaults account would be billed, so there would be no excuses for driving home. It seemed like everything was thought through - at least, for now.

He thought he saw the absolutely gorgeous purple-eyed girl walking up the sidewalk and he actually began to feel those little butterflies flying around in his stomach. Yeah, he got along really good with his pup, and Seven was like his main person, but no one put the flutters in Pierre the way that Piper did.

He opened up the gate from the inside, then tied it off so it would stay open and people could come streaming in. “Salut, mon amour,” He smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek. 

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: Sorry I didn't get to say bye yesterday

Pierre: I was pissed.

Pierre: Still am but

Pierre: Thanks for having our back

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: This is BS

Pierre: My parents are pulling me from the Magisterium because of what happened to Summer and Scout in the forest

Pierre: I'm fightin this, I'm not leaving you

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Pierre to Piper

Pierre: Think you can get away from your guard dogs for a bit this weekend?

Pierre: I'd love to take you to dinner.

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Pierre to Piper

Pierre: This is gonna be a long one, sorry about that, but I wanna let you know that I'm trying. Really and truly trying. I talked to mom about it and if I prove myself to be mature enough to handle it, then maybe she'll introduce me to the papas. I'm working on it. I know I fucked up things between us by being stubborn but I'm fighting to make it right. I care about you so much, and I'm serious about not just letting you slip through my fingers because I know there's no one else like you in this world. I just wanna hold you and not let go. So give me time and maybe we can still make this work. Don't give up on me yet.

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cryptid-killjoy​:

Boy oh boy, if Chip would have realized Pan was going to make an appearance he would have stayed. There was nothing Chip loved more than to duel Peter Pan and Pan loved Chip never held back. He fought like a pirate ready to go to the death if he had to. 

High energy waved into the house. Drinks were snatched, the reason they crashed, hearing this was no BYOB party. Full service included. Hats were flipped off people’s heads, and boys were zooming this way and that there was so much room in the house. Flight was possible even indoors. The stairwell had never been so clean, dusted by every lost boy butt wanting to ride down it. Pan was throwing his own party in the Renault’s house. The music went right back up in volume. The party was restarting. 

As the chaos began to ensue, Eeyore was introducing Piglet to River. “This is Soren, the boy I’ve told you about.” River knew right away this was a sorely missed boy from the coven war. He’d hug him so glad to hear Eeyore’s pal wasn’t dead. Missing didn’t always mean forever he supposed. This particular tale had a happy ending. Piglet came home. 

But, River did notice the way Summer left and\as much as River wanted to chat it up with his friend and get to know a new one he felt the needed to check on his girlfriend. So, he excused himself and followed the girls out trying to find where they went. 

“You okay hon?” He said as he approached the pair. He knew she wasn’t. He was just missing why. He was too used to Eeyore’s energy and knew the lost boys too well. All of them. 

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“Aw that’s sweet. I’m glad it’s special.” She didn’t think he’d hold something as simple as a mug so dear even if it was from her. “I’m not sure where I’m going to go when school is out. Probably another country.” She said quite honestly. 

“I’ve been too busy being the center of it to brag.” She admitted. She took his place as center of attention once she got on the mic and all eyes on her as she danced. People gravitated. 

“I missed you though. I do want you to come to the dance with me. I feel like we never get time alone, even when we do. We’re planning it. We might as well go together and enjoy it, don’t you think?” 

She could hear the music going up in volume again outside their door. But, for as much Piper was usually drawn to the sound of any decent melody, she stood still, and reached for Pierre by his sides, pulled him in a little by the fabric of his shirt. 

Summer looked over at River. She really was feeling a bit better now that she was outside, where there were less people. It had gotten dark. It was getting late. She gave him a smile, and both girls scooted over to give him a little room to sit beside her. Agnes was rubbing Summer’s back, at the very least trying to keep her warm against the moonlit night. Full moon was coming on this week, she noted, but didn’t say anything about it aloud.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay, I just needed a break for a moment,” She told River. She laid her hand down gently on his knee. “You’re such a cutie pie, checking on me.”

She nuzzled against him for a moment, savoring the warmth of his skin and his neck. She wanted to back in there and spend more time at the party with him but something in there - it was like the cave of despair. Along with all of the other energies. Sometimes she could barely tolerate it at lunch in the large cafeteria, but so many emotions in a trapped space. It was a full energy blaster. It felt like her powers were testing her and she was failing. Some days were, admittedly, harder than others. “You seem to have a lot of friends in there, I don’t want to keep you. It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not go back in there myself, not with those crazy boys. Let brother dearest deal with it,” Agnes said, hearing the commotion from inside. She even had half a mind to go to the shelter and stay there tonight, rather than here.

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“World traveler, eh?” Pierre asked. Piper got more interesting by the second. “Obviously you’re going to go to Paris and put all of the stained glass in Notre Dame to shame with those beautiful eyes, but is that where you’re going to move to?”

She always managed to talk without revealing a whole lot about herself. It seemed a shame. She was the most interesting person in his world right about now. He wanted to dig deeper, turn all of those pages.

“Good! As you should be. I must say, you’ve got the talent for it.” He had hung out in the background a couple of times, and watched as she interacted with Eleanor. Warmed his heart down to the cockles, that did.

“I’d be honored,” He said, bowing his head. “I’m going to be the luckiest fella there. I’ll do everything to make sure that you don’t regret it.” He was already thinking ahead - flowers, corsage, a night-time ride through the city after the dance - maybe he could find a way to make it snow to make it really special. He’d try anything. 

He allowed himself to be pulled in, like she was the fire and he was lost in a blizzard. “Should we practice our dancing now?” He asked, and though the beat was quick and pounding and fun, he placed his arm around her waist - her actual waist, up high, not going low, not making a move yet. “Obviously you’ve got the moves so you’re going to have to teach me a thing or two.”

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: Just thought I should let you know that dad died.

Pierre: It'll be all over the news but given we just went on vacay together, thought you should hear it first.

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Pierre @ Piper

Pierre: SO SOON

Pierre: I can taste Paris already.

Pierre: I hope we get to sit together on the plane

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She nodded about the brown. “Yes, something that says serious is happening, but I won’t let it take me down. Totally grounded. I like it.”

She watched him throw up that signature messy bun. 

She nodded yes about helping, “But, nothing strenuous.” She was never going to be part of the no pain no gain girls. She would rather pay someone to exercise for her. 

Then he came in for a hug. “That I can do.” 

She held on tight and wouldn’t let go until he did first and gave it an extra squeeze longer for good measure. 

“Of course. You’re worth spending time with, remember? I saw on the news he might be getting some kind of police memorial funeral or something? Is that true? It’s hard to weed through the maybes on the news or are you having your own family type thing? Does his side have lots of family? I only know you guys.” 

All that Pierre wanted to do was crawl into bed with Piper. It didn’t even have to be a sexual thing. He was a guy who loved affection and had been doing cuddle puddles every night since his dad died but even the length of a shower without holding someone or being held was feeling like too long. So he gave her that hug, smelled her perfume, stayed close, even when it did come to an end. He’d look into her violet eyes afterwards, just so grateful that he had someone like her who would come over during times like this.

Even her parents were probably happy about the whole situation.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a big thing,” He groaned, rubbing the side of his face. “They usually only do it for people who died on the job but, Captain, big deal. I don’t wanna go. Fuck I really don’t wanna go. But gonna have to.”

He felt like he was out of tears, which was to Piper’s benefit. He had gotten them all out. His eyes felt dry as hell. He shuffled to his nightstand, opened it up, riled inside, got out some eye drops. “Just his parents. They’re flying up tomorrow. They’re the worst. Hoping they only stay one day, strangers make Bas uncomfortable and all that.” 

He applied the eyedrops, set the bottle back, reached for Piper’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thinking about having a pool party or something when it’s over, try to make things feel normal though maybe that’s moving too fast, I don’t know.”

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“I really am.” She laughed about him calling out her inner romantic. 

“I very much know that.” She said with a grin as knowing of herself as Pierre was of himself. No shame. 

Then he called out how different they grew up. “I think that every time I meet someone. “Fair enough for me. I’m banking on you trying. That’s all I can ask really ask for. Besides, if you throw off everyone’s groove too much my daddy will just throw you out a window. No big deal. Happens all the time and that will be that.” She giggled like it was a joke, just teasing, but there was all truth in that from his past, though he wouldn’t know that. 

She glared at him about calling the Chip thing BS. But, he didn’t know Chip. She did and all he was doing was being protective of his sister in the same way the boys did her, at least in her eyes whether he was man enough to throw down over it all or not. Of course Pierre wasn’t willing to go to extremes over it all. “You just don’t get the family safety underlining the zero tolerance of bullshit is all. You only have heartbreak prevention in your brotherly love. There’s higher stakes in heartbreak and things that don’t work out when your family is high profile like ours or the Laveaus. That’s why you can’t see it, but maybe one day, you will. It’s okay. I have more patience than them, but just a little bit.” She put her finger and thumb together to show she really wasn’t actually the most patient person at all. Pierre was getting the royal treatment as far as that was concerned with her. 

 She really laughed at his reaction to her projection of possible futures. “You’re adorable too. You remind me of my papas.” She shook her head and couldn’t help but smile there. 

“Ah, but that’s just it isn’t it? You get involved with us, you never know who’s going to be after you, government or otherwise.” She was too used to it despite the years of “peace” after the war. She spoke about it casual. It was what it was, too normal for her. 

“Common, exactly. Who wants to be common?” She said as if that was a life standard. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll help. But, clubbing is cute. I’d go clubbing with the Dads anytime. Flotsam and my papa Clopin talk about the gay bar a lot more than you might expect.” She giggled. “But ew no. Not movies. Movies are the worst dates. There is no room for talking. It’s for making out or actual movie watching. No good. Gives you too much excuse to not get to know one another. And that is exactly the point. You don’t know them when you should.” She smiled for some encouragement but she could tell he wasn’t really all hands on deck here. But, she had to feel like she’d given it her all too, for herself, and for Agnes too, maybe even her papas who were in the position to really hurt Esmeralda, the same position Pierre was in actually, almost. 

“You pick.” She said about the bath bomb-bubble choices. Then moved slowly to the bathroom to kicking shoes off as she went. “As long as you relax with me.” 

Invitation. 

“You get in first.” She said as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Now, the way Piper figured, their time might be limited at this point. At the very least, do what her father always said. Make a lasting impression. He could walk away from them if he so chose. But, she was going to leave him with some memories and take her own. 

“If I throw off his groove, I’ll accept whatever punishment he deems fit,” Pierre said, lowering his head so that his hair fell into his eyes. “And I’m going to try. For you. You’re my number one girl, and I don’t say that lightly.”

“Yeah, well, all I know is that she was really affected by that Willem douchebag with the love spells and I’ve been trying to track down the prick but hey, guess what, not at either magical school,” He sighed, really wishing that Summer hadn’t gotten in his way that night so he could have done what was necessary - beat him again and again and again, no matter how much time it took. “So there was heartbreak number one. I don’t like seeing her go through that.” Ugh. Sappy. Not even the fun kind of sappy either.

“So that’s why it’s better that I get to know your papas so that I can get the tips, it’s a full circle, really.” Pierre said, hardly concerned about the government getting involved. If his dad knew, then it was like he was a double agent and Pierre was about eighty percent sure he wouldn’t sell out his family like that. He’d just hide behind the strong form of his father. Seemed good enough for now.

“Alright, gay bar, that I can probably do,” Pierre said, stroking his chin as he thought about it. It would be weird, definitely weird, but he could go with the flow. Probably best to do it in a place that he felt comfortable in and he’d been there a couple of times, a flash of the last name and hiding behind that facial hair and boom, he was usually in no trouble. “And I’m supposed to get to know them while guessing what they would want to do? This is totally confusing me, babe.”

But then on into the bathroom and better times. He started up the tub, plugging it up, the hot water starting to create a steam, but since he left the ensuite door open, it didn’t fog up the mirrors, just traveled through to the other space. What other bath bomb could he go for in this situation other than ‘Sex Bomb’, which smelt of Jasmine and made the water a lovely pink color.

He undressed slowly, watching himself do so behind Piper in their reflection. He wasn’t shy about being naked in front of her. He knew had a damn nice body - even if he wasn’t ripped like Bubbles. He gave a wink to Piper, before slipping in the water before it was even full, the tap pouring out more and more heat right on top of him. Once it was full, he turned it off, then slid to the end, opening his legs so Piper would have room to sit down between them - if she didn’t want to sit on him. That was her choice.

He was good with either.

“I give particularly good shoulder massages if you want more ways to destress,” He offered, waving his fingers at her.