"You know, you have a knack for barging in at the wrong moments," Dottore said getting off of y/n's bed.
"Only when it comes to you messing with what belongs to me," Pierro said simply. His eyes glancing over to y/n as he gave her a quick look over. She didn't seem to be physically harmed, at least.
"What belongs to you," Dottore mused, "last time I checked, y/n isn't yours."
"She isn't yours either."
"She will be when she's dead."
Pierro's glared hardened, "fine. You want to play that game?"
Dottore watched as Pierro dug out a small, square black box from his pocket and immediately tossed it to y/n who fumbled it as she caught it within her hands.
"Open it."
She did as she was told, and flipped open the lid. Her eyes gluing right into the diamond ring that sat perfectly with the silk.
"You've got to be kidding me," Dottore muttered, "seriously? The great Jester of the fatui harbingers is actually trying marry the Shield of Snezhnaya? Maybe another side effect of that room entails screwing with your head!"
Pierro ignored the fuming doctor and turned his full attention onto y/n, "well?"
"Well, what," she stuttered out, "I- I don't understand-"
"Marry me, y/n."
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his shield || pierro ✓
Fanfictionpierro you were the shield of snezhnaya, by being used constantly for your abilities to create a barrier for the snow-ridden nation, your body quickly became sickly and frail. a sickness soon taking over you. But you refuse to stop being the shield...
