Fluffy Resident Evil x Reader

Shameless Romantic - Piers Nivans x Curvy! Reader

"How could you still... Want me??"

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Prenote per Sakura:
"In the previous request submissions, Piers beat Leon by only one vote. I was feeling a little inspired from yesterday's work that I decided to drabble out another one today. So to all my Piers fans and all the beautiful, curvy women who are reading this, this one's for you. ♡"

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"Are you sure this is okay, Piers..?" A rather apprehensive woman queried to her boyfriend at their small taverns table. Heat began to fabricate into her flushed cheeks, the pleasantly pink sight made her wearily squirm in the seat, scrutinizing the soldier smirking with a profoundly divine amusement. The abundance of options, ranging from the different appetizers, desserts, and dishes she longed to try made her mouth water. 

To his own observations, he noticed the woman constantly flipping back and forth between the salad pages on the initial turn to the different plates of pasta on the following one. From the years they had spent with one another, Piers Nivans was certain of his own deductions-- Cautiously, his eyes began to narrow at this.

"This is nothing, (Y/N). Didn't I tell you? You don't have to worry about how much the cost is. Get whatever you want that will make you happy." Hesitantly, her gaze fell back on the menu once more, scanning the contents for what seemed like the thousandth time this evening.

Anyone who knew Piers knew better than himself the boy would drop everything for his girlfriend, no effort or thought of any sort in place. Many found it endearing how Piers could become a shameless romantic for her, let alone being the antidote in overturning his hardened exterior. Much of the BSAA, on the other hand, didn't take Piers as a man that was remotely interested in bigger women (let alone women at all). It often resulted in teasing from his coworkers, stating how Piers can do "better" than (Y/N).

Despite all of the pent up frustration Piers had developed from his colleagues, what many didn't realize was how all of the materialistic matter didn't phase him. Every penny and minute of his time was worthwhile, so long as the woman he adored was happy.

Piers didn't want "better," he just wanted her. He didn't give a damn if she wore makeup or not. If she was Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, all or in between, it didn't matter. If she was skinny or thick would he mind? Absolutely not. Piers was a man of character, wanting nothing more than for someone to love him as he loves reciprocally-- And that was her; (Y/N) (L/N)!

"Put the menu down, I want to see your face." His hand raised, pushing the menu down from her grasp. And despite her whispers of denial, seeing the exhorting look in his brown gaze made her slowly lower the laminated sheets. She brought a hand up to her cheek, covering her face with her sleeve in embarrassment. Much to his displeasure, a frown formulated on his accentuated lips. Nevertheless, it wouldn't stop him from continuing to prattle forth, taking her hand into his own. His lips connected with soft skin, trailing to her knuckles with each gentle touch. (Y/N)'s face reddened, retracting her hand from the soldier uncertainly.

Admittedly, Piers Nivans may have been a bit of a pervert in her wake; But maybe that wasn't such a horrible thing. He would often find himself restraining from grabbing ahold of the (h/c) woman when he was in her proximity. He couldn't seem to indicate exactly how lucky he was to be able to hold and handle the woman, feel the curvature of her body against his calloused grip.

Piers absolutely loved seeing her put on a few pounds. It only accentuated the curves that he so much adored, even though she evidently loathed gaining any source of weight. Piers found it incredibly sexy when her clothes would start to hug around her plush frame from the weight she put on. It was in his own doings that she began to put on a few more pounds each night he took her out to eat.

The brunet loved it when he was able to take her shopping as well, admiring how the woman modeled different outfits for him, his wolf whistles bringing a grin to (Y/N)'s flustered cheeks. He could only imagine seeing her in that little red dress again. The thought alone was enough to make Piers' breath hitch in his throat. He would have to add that to his weekend agenda...

He loved being able to hold (Y/N) every night and in the morning. The puppy boy could never get enough of the tender warmth sheoffered him, especially when it came to hugs and cuddles. Not only that, but Piers loved being able to wrap his face into his girlfriend's soft chest...

The waitress strode towards their table, propping a tray holder down before himself. Long, lithe fingers placed each plate down one by one, (Y/N)'s eyes running over all the food. She had ordered an appetizer of soup, salad, and bread, her main course certain to satisfy her tastebuds. Piers, on the other hand, was rather simplistic. He was still a soldier before all else; It was mandatory for him to retain his current, robustly fit figure if he wanted to survive in the field. He ordered a salad for his appetizer, a steak with an array of sides as his main dish.

When the waitress left, (Y/N) began to feel that she was finally able to let out a breath, her fingers twiddling with the wooden striations on the taverns table. Picking up his knife, Piers proposed a small wink in her direction, lowering the blade into the steak on his plate, sucked into his own thoughts yet again.

Above all else, and most importantly, Piers came to love (Y/N) for who she was. He admired how accepting she was of him; From the disgusting scar on his face from a previous mission to the gentle touches and kisses she showered him with. Even if everyone made him out to be a monster or a heartless and critical soldier, Piers knew he had someone who he can turn to, someone that can see him for who he really is. Perhaps it was the genuine warmth in his lover's heart and hands that warmed his own.

And no matter how often the woman told Piers she didn't wish for him to spend so much money on taking her out to eat or buy clothes or even accessories, he did so on his own volition. If it meant he can put a smile on her face, prying her slowly away from her insecurities, then it was damn worth it.

"How can you..." (Y/N) began, prying him from his subconscious state, "... How can you still want to be with me?" A heartwrenching sob escaped her lips. But despite the tears streaming down her face, a smile still was reticent. "I'm so fat- I mean- I just ordered so much and you... You didn't care..."

"(Y/N)," The male intruded, taking her hands into his own, staring at her with the adoration he had revelled within since day one. How he can still look at her the same all of this time later was an unsolved mystery to the curvy woman. Her fingers trembled in his, listening to him ramble forth on every reason why he loved her, his conclusion drawing forth: "You are not fat. I don't care who has told you otherwise because you aren't. You don't see how perfect you are to me..."

A gentle hiccup escaped her lips, his finger slowly brushing under her (e/c) eyes, entranced by the stars that were withheld in her teary stargaze, "You're so drop-dead sexy that it exceeds what people think is too much." He winked at her, biting down on his bottom lip, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"P-Piers..!"

"If you don't believe me, then I'm sure there are other ways of showing you just how hot you are to me."

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date of edit: 12 june 2020

word count: 1280 words.

author: sakura