#sevenxpierre

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The little Hell boy knocked upon the unwanted Lazarus’s door. 

“’Sup my homie. I got a story for you.” 

It was one he was never about to tell in text, not that he was even going to tell Pierre everything. He was still his mother’s child. There were some things this seer would never tell. He knew how to stay at the top of the game. His mothers taught him that. This apple didn’t fall too far from the tree at all. He’d never be the one that talks. But, he knows he did this for. 

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Seven & Pierre

When Seven would finally show up at Pierre’s he would let himself in as he always had at the other place and announce himself, “The prodigal son has arrived” as cocky and smooth as ever despite the shit luck night they all just had together. “Never repentant and always ready to indulge. Who’s in?” 

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After all the hype and stress and school changes, Seven stayed with Pierre less and less, slowly making things right with his mothers, and slept at home a lot more. This wasn’t one of those nights. He got word the girls were gone and his father was walking around with a black eye. So, Seven showed up to be sure Pierre had an excuse not to mingle too much with his father and deal in any weird awkward shit. 

While Flotsam had fallen asleep on the floor next to the couch Thomas was on, Jetsam was out there being Jetsam as Jetsam only could in the night as his twin tried to explain to his hellhound friend. Jet had snuck into Pierre’s bedroom. 

He couldn’t resist. Most slutty, annoying, piggy prick ever? Jetsam wasn’t going to wait one more night to meet such a person. So, the cannibal swamp boy sat at the side of Pierre’s bed and waited. Seven was there. How interesting already. He sat still, in the dark, with a pale, clean face, silent, under his mop of raven hair, and waited. 

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Either Delta is really drunk or got a little sappy on everything happening at the wedding. So, when she sees Seven is back home through Insta she gives him a heads up about Pierre. 

Seven will head over to Sherwood while the wedding is going on and the fae were warned he was coming. The fae would let Seven knock at the door and wait for an answer. Because he was prewarned he had a little time to prepare himself, but it was still such a surreal concept. But, with all the magic he’d seen at the Fate’s Funeral home with Hades he would believe anything. 

Still... Ronno? Ew. 

When the door opened he’d say, “Is that really you?” 

Maybe there was some part of him that wondered if he had lost his marbles. But, he’d been given strict orders to only stay an hour. He wasn’t to be there in case Zero came by and gone well before Victor came home. 

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The Vamp Bar

“Pierre, Pierre, let down your hair. I’m climbing up to getcha bitch.” 

“You’re gonna be a superstar, at the vamp bar.” 

He’d climbed in not wanting to pass anyone else in the house with the swag of someone that already been drinking. 

“I left Zero there. He was getting pulled up and didn’t want to leave.” 

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They’d been in the pool, the tub, with the jets, the bed, the lay back lawn chairs, the showers. It’d been a pleasure filled event with two uninhibited boys and complete self indulgence. Seven had just finished rubbing Pierre a good neck massage to help him wind down after a pretty sweaty round when he got up to get some more drinks. As he passed his clothes pile with his phone on top it beeped. 

He looked down curious and chuckled under his breath, “Zero’s texting me again. How did that date go anyway? I have to hear your version.”