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Got a small 1.1k commission from @samarazeroni for a little coffee date with Piers and I’ve been given permission to share it! Hope y’all enjoy it!
Piers wasn’t really one to give himself to others, or to even let someone into his life.
He had anxiety with new people, despite the constant barrage of interviews, fan interactions and shows he did. And, for the most part, he didn’t mind that stuff. It meant that people really liked what he did, and his music was his life. The fact that people appreciated his dedication to the craft was a nice feeling in and of itself.
But when it came to letting people see past that part of him, that shell, and into the walls he had so heavily built to keep others out, it was nearly impossible. When he was first appointed gym leader, he barely gave any of the other gym leaders the light of day. He interacted with Raihan the most because, well, they were a city away, and his gym was right before the crazy dragon man.
And yet, even through the fortress walls that he had made tower above and over his heart, you managed to worm your way through his defenses. It didn’t start with the two of you talking, but you would come to the bar that he chilled out at sometimes and you would sing. You were never paid and instead declined any payment, but at the time that he had come to the bar after a couple of weeks, it was a regular (and encouraged) occurrence.
And by the graces of Arceus, your voice was beautiful.
Your fingers would fly over the piano keys, and that cute smile you got on your face reminded Piers of himself, way back when it wasn’t about any money or to survive. He found himself entranced by you, and through the crowds and the noise, you had noticed him too. He had always been an idol of yours, and while you sung for fun, he had always been an inspiration.
It took weeks of sidelong glances at each other for your interaction with him to evolve into waves. Weeks more to actually have a conversation, that he surprisingly started. And now, after a few more weeks, here he was, getting ready for this coffee date with you. He had gotten your number, made you laugh countless times, bought you drinks and even sang with you a couple of times. And even still, his heart was moving faster than a Cinderace.
How did this work again? It had been so long since he’d had a date that he didn’t remember quite how it worked, what to do, how to dress… You had said it was casual, and also that you didn’t mind his fashion sense, so he had taken a deep breath and decided to go on the more tame side of his wardrobe. Black tank top, dark grey skinny jeans, biker boots and his old varsity jacket from when he first started to perform.
As he pulled the jacket out of his closet, he laughed to himself. The design on the back was vintage, for sure, and definitely one that he hadn’t used for any merch in a really long time. As far as he knew, this was a collectors item, though he didn’t really know how much. It still fit perfectly, even as he was looking it over in the mirror. Bright pink stripes down the sleeves, matching collars and hems, the whole deal. His Obstagoon snorted on his bed at him.
Piers looked over to him. “You think it looks okay?”
A snort.
“Well I’m trying to look at least somewhat tame from my concerts.”
Another snort and slight growl.
Piers furrowed his eyebrows at the Pokemon. “I know that, but I don’t need to hear it from you.”
Obstagoon just did his normal hyena laugh and went back to sleep.
You were already at the coffee shop in Hammerlocke, and you were adorable. Totally different style from him, but the light blue dress, the white ribbon stockings, and little bows in your hair were absolutely perfect. After the initial greetings and ordering of coffee the two of you sat down at a table next to the window.
“You know, I was surprised that you asked me to this,” you said, stirring your coffee with your straw.
Piers laughed slightly, tapping the top of his own straw. “Yeah… so was I, honestly.”
You giggled slightly, and it was like music to his ears. “I don’t think anyone’s really seen you with anyone except team yell, Marnie or the other gym leaders.”
“That’s cause I don’t really let others into my life.”
“Oh?” You questioned, eyebrows raised. “Then why me, of all people?”
There were those butterfree again. “Well…” Piers said, blushing into his coffee. “You captivate me. You sing like an angel on steroids, and yet you want no money for it. You simply perform for the joy of singing to others. Not to mention you’re very beautiful.” Piers thought he could see a slight amount of pink on your cheeks, which he found absolutely adorable.
“I suppose we’re not too entirely different,” you eventually said after a long sip of your coffee. “You’ve always been an inspiration to me, even though my job is, ya know, pretty stable and I enjoy it. And honestly? To be going on a date with my idol? That’s like a dream come true.”
“Well…” Piers started, reaching out and resting his index finger under your chin with a sly smile. Whatever creature had possessed him to be able to have this sudden confidence was either a madman or a blessing in disguise. “Perhaps… you could perform with me sometime?”
The blush that encompassed your face made it a blessing. You hid yourself in your hands, totally not expecting the sudden advancement. Piers’s laugh was a serenade, and he kept softly laughing as he tried to pry your hands from your face. He kept saying things like, “awh c’mon, I wanna see your blush” and “this doesn’t answer my question, dear”, neither of which helped bring down the blush.
“Does this mean you’re saying no?” he eventually said, a slight tinge of sadness in his voice.
“No no no!” You squeaked, panicked and throwing out your hands as if to grab the question and bring it back. “I-I do! I-I was just… flustered!! Yeah! Flustered!”
Pier’s smile didn’t make the butterfree in your heart die down, and they didn’t die down for the both of you the entire rest of the date. The more you became comfortable with it, the more you started to flirt back with him. When you said that you needed to leave in order to get to work in time, Piers frowned and walked you out to the Corviknight cab in the area. That was when he gave you his jacket with a wink, not allowing you to give it back. He said he could always order another one just like it, and that it would look cuter on you. Which it did, all things considered.
After a long day’s work and a lot of sidelong glances from everyone as well as questions regarding the jacket, you looked up just how much this jacket cost. You basically screamed along with your friends when you saw that the lowest bid on it was 10,000 poke.
