#ilierre

[teamnick]

Pierre and Ilies at the PSG-Liverpool UCL match

[snowbloomingfleurs]

If Ilies was a girl it’d be over for all girls who are into Pierre.

They wouldn’t stand a chance.

Who TF could treat Pierre better than 2022-2024 Ilies?

[ariadynamics]

He can cry and it's not a shame (x)

[albonstudies]

BELGIAN GP '23 – july 29, 2023 (📸 dan istitene)

[hello-sapphic-mess-here]

joris is an ilierre truther pass it on🙏🙏🙏

[checkeredflagsandshit]

[cerona10]

if you wanna write some ilierre 👉👈 with #26 ("as an apology")

Annaaaaaa... i apologize for committing Crimes yesterday so here's something a little sweeter 🥰

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It’s only when he hears the kitchen sink running and the clanging of dishes that Pierre realizes he fucked up. 

He sneaks into the kitchen on his tippy toes, careful not to alert Ilies to his presence. A vain attempt, really. He knows he’s been figured out when he notices his boyfriend’s shoulders tense for a moment before relaxing, as if pretending that he didn’t notice at all, as if Pierre wasn’t there. 

Oh, Ilies is mad mad at him. 

Still, it’s nothing Pierre can’t fix. Undeterred, Pierre saunters up behind Ilies and snakes his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. Ilies still ignores him, giving his full attention to cleaning the dishes and absolutely none to Pierre, but Pierre is determined to change that. 

Pierre presses a kiss to Ilies’ neck. “Babe,” he whispers. 

A shiver, goosebumps popping up along the nape of his boyfriend’s neck, but Ilies still makes no move to acknowledge him. Fine, Pierre can keep going. 

He presses another kiss, and then another, and then another. Ilies leans into them even as he scrubs their plates clean. “Babe,” Pierre tries again. “Look at me.” 

“Well somebody has to do the dishes,” Ilies grumbles. “This is the fifth time. Sometimes I wonder if I’m your boyfriend or your maid.” 

“To be fair, you would look good in a maid’s dress.” 

That’s what does it. Ilies abandons the dishes and spins around in Pierre’s embrace, giving him an unimpressed look. 

“Babe, c’mon, I’m sorry,” Pierre pleads. 

“Sorry isn’t going to clean up the dishes,” Ilies retorts, and Pierre at least has the decency to feel guilty. 

“I’ll do it in a bit, I promise.” Pierre untangles his hand from Ilies’ waist to brush a lock of hair away from his boyfriend’s forehead. “How about I make it up to you?” 

Ilies looks suspicious. “How?” 

“I have an idea.” And with only that as a warning, Pierre leans forward and presses his lips against Ilies’. Within a moment, Ilies all but melts in his touch, returning the kiss soft and slow. It’s with Ilies, in these quiet moments between the chaos of his life, where Pierre finds home. 

They break apart, but Pierre still leans in so that their foreheads touch. “How’s that for an apology?” 

“It’s good,” Ilies confirms. “But I have a better idea.” 

Ilies picks up a plate and offers it to Pierre. Pierre sighs, takes the plate, and starts getting to work, Ilies still hovering over his shoulder and nitpicking his every move with glee. 

kiss prompts

[lesbianjaxsondart]

ilierre + party

Part of brand managing, he supposes, is this: lingering in the corners of a dark club, eyes on your boss (which--Pierre being his boss is--he's not going to think about it, he's not) as he socializes and networks for the inevitable branch out into the fashion world that he's going to make, close enough to make eye contact with in case he needs something but far enough away to go unseen by the rest of the party...or at least, be unaffiliated with him.

He's had worse jobs, really--drinks are free more often than not, and he does get to hang out with Pierre, so there shouldn't be much to complain about even if they don't hang out the way Ilies wants them to. (Which--is that even hanging out, or is it just dating or being in love or whatever the latest fantasy he's drawn up for himself between meetings is?)

He's staring at Pierre at the right time, too, apparently, because Pierre is standing at the bar having his space crowded into by a woman who seems to be all over him, and the look on his face is screaming for help in a way that, were they watching this back frame-by-frame, Ilies would laugh at so hard Pierre would probably punch him in the shoulder for.

But they're not--they're not, and the three drinks Ilies has had are already catching up to him, and he knows that if Pierre needs me I have to be there, so he goes: clumsy but quick, ducking between people, Ilies makes it to the bar in better time than he'd hoped and goes with his rescue Pierre instincts--he grabs a fistful of Pierre's shirt and yanks him into a kiss, messy and clearly unplanned, if the little noise Pierre makes is anything to go by, but a kiss all the same...and a kiss that, Ilies notices dizzily, that Pierre is now giving right back to him.