Ein X Pierce Fanart Novels & Stories

"And it took you this long to check up on me? If you came over to talk about Vivian, find your way out, Xander." Closing the book and settling my back on the sofa, my attention was drawn to Xander. He sat there quietly, his remarkable emerald eye fixed upon me with an intensity that spoke volumes even though he said nothing. I couldn't help but notice the glint of his tongue piercing which he unconsciously grazed his teeth on occasionally, which only added to his already edgy demeanor. I tore my eyes away from his piercing and followed the length of his exposed arm, noting the intricate tattoo that peeked out from under the rolled-up sleeve. It was as if his body was a canvas, and each inked

I turn to Pierce, even though he is currently mad about me losing the ring, he is still the only person I've got to talk to. In case I forgot to mention earlier, Pierce is the biggest fan of every piece of my work; I know it isn't surprising because we go way back. He has, in fact, been my first fan, even before I took an interest in photography. "Because I can see you, looking at your photos feels like looking through you most of the time," He says and I give him a confused look, but he is gazing through my gallery. "Your pictures are always transparent, just like your eyes, I can always see through it." Pierce looks up at me and I can hear a loud sound, that is my heart beating wildly.

And finally, the large poster placed awkwardly at the top of the bed. The poster was a bit crooked and was tearing at the edges. It was a pic of a handsome man striking a pose on a stage. His red hair fell messily over his face, so she couldn’t make out his appearance properly. He was sticking out his tongue and had an array of piercings decorating his ears and lower lip. A K-pop idol. Maya knew they called them that because Nia had been obsessed with them at one point.

The coldness of the silver handle added to the chills that were running down my spine in succession. I exhaled, and opened the door in one swift motion. Pierce was tall, a little too tall for a woman. She was built with muscles, and had piercing green eyes that made me feel self conscious. She had a long scar that ran up the side of her face, adding to her dangerous look. She had tattoos on her neck, and something told me those tattoos stretched all over her body. I swallowed, hard. “Hey, Pierce.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. So far so good ay?

Then the door whipped open, and Pierce stood on the other side of the threshold, scowling. He was covered in nothing but ink, body hair, and bulging muscle from the waist up. Well-washed jeans hung low on his hips. He dangled the neck of a half-empty beer in one hand. His bare feet were built like the rest of him—big and overwhelmingly masculine. Brea sucked in a silent, shaking breath. “Hi.” “Brea.” His scowl disappeared. “This is a surprise.” How was it possible that his eyes had been on her a handful of seconds and she somehow felt naked?

I waved the thought off my mind, afterall I didn't care to know. "What do you want Xavier?" I turned to ask him, noticing he had dyed his black hair red, and surprisingly, he looked hot. "Just answer me." He licked his lower pink lips and I noticed a piercing on it. 'Fuck!' I cursed within as I also noticed the tattoos sneaking up his arms. Did this dude have a makeover or what? I was a sucker for men with tattoos and piercings. Damian planned to get one once he got accepted into Nevermore.

Carolina knelt and offered the brush. “Yours if you want it,” she said. Penny dipped, chose purple, and drew a wide, wild arc over the wall. It was perfect. It turned into a mural, layer on layer, a record of every hand in the house. Eventually the other walls filled, wild with saltwater fish, stars, crows, broken crowns, weird animals, bright geometric shapes. Even after she scrubbed clean, the paint never left Xander’s hands. * On a half-melt day, with rumors of electricity returning to the grid fulltime, Xander took her on a walk. He claimed it was business, but the pack following them (Finch, Lyra, Morgan, and a tiny girl named Pip) proved it was a family thing.

A: If you had to compare me to any animal, what would it be? J: Raccoon, without a doubt. A: =[ J: Idk what you’re mad for. You asked. Arianna undressed and found her face exfoliating cream and went to work washing the black paint off of her face. “I thought you would be done by now?” Pierce questioned, entering the bathroom. “I got caught up sending nudes to my bestie,” Arianna teased with a playful wink. However, her antics did not blow over with Pierce well.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.