Pierce - rosekiller - @taylorswiftmicrofic - cw: swearing (what do you expect, it's rosekiller) - all of my marauders' microfics, ao3 - word count: 168
Pierce
Barty woke up with a throbbing pain in his lip....and his stomach...and his head—well, just everywhere. But especially his lip. It made sense, since last night he consumed one too many shots—and only shots. As to why his lip hurt...that was answered as soon as he saw a mirror.
"Fuck. Ev!"
"What?" The blond grumbled, buried under too many blankets to bother moving
"Have I always had a lip piercing?"
"No? .....maybe..? Is this a trick question?"
"No. Just answer. Did I have a lip piercing yesterday?"
"I dunno. Prolly not."
"Well....it does look fresh." Barty reached up to touch it and winced. It was definitely fresh "Ah-fuck— hurts like a bitch."
Evan finally looked up, and whistled as he caught his boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. "Damn, baby."
"Well..I guess it is cool. I wanted to get one anyways."
"Might be infected. I doubt whatever whoever did this with was sterlized."
"Should we get it checked?"
".....nah. I'll live."
( no ai graphic credits: @ivy-vinezz )