Pokemon SW & SH: Raihan and Piers

The dim, pulsing lights of Spikemuth's underground venue throbbed in time with the raw, distorted guitar riffs tearing through the air. Piers stood center stage, black-and-white hair whipping as he leaned into the mic, voice rough and low, carrying that signature mix of exhaustion and fire that made every lyric feel like a personal confession.

Obstagoon prowled at his side, claws scraping the floorboards in rhythm, occasionally letting out a guttural growl that blended perfectly into the backing track. The crowd—mostly locals in ripped jackets and heavy boots or team yell members—was losing it, bodies surging forward, hands in the air, voices hoarse from screaming along.

Off to the side, near the edge of the pit but safely behind a low barrier, Raihan held his Rotom Phone high. The screen glowed bright against his skin, His black hoodie was zipped halfway, sleeves pushed up to show the flex of forearms as he angled the camera just right.

"Alright, fam, you lot are missin' out if you're not here right now," Raihan said into the rotom, voice smooth and teasing over the stream's audio. He flashed that signature sharp-toothed grin, cyan eyes glinting under the stage lights. "Piers is absolutely cookin' tonight. Look at him—man’s got the whole place vibrating. Who's feelin' this energy?"

The chat exploded instantly.

DragonKingFan01: RAIHAN POV OF PIERS IS EVERYTHING 😭🔥 HammerlockeHype: king is multitasking: streaming, simping, and looking fine af SandstormSelfieQueen: Piers looks so GOOD when he's in his zone omg GalarThirstTrap: raihan why u gotta flex those arms like that sir.

Raihan chuckled, low and playful, tilting his head a little. "Y'all are too kind. But real talk—this set is unreal. Piers just dropped that new track about Spikemuth nights, and the way the crowd's singing back? Chills, to be honest.”

He swept the camera across the sea of jumping bodies, then brought it back to Piers just as the song hit the bridge. Piers threw his head back, throat working as he belted the chorus, one hand gripping the mic stand like it owed him money. Obstagoon reared up beside him, slamming paws down in perfect sync. The venue shook.

PunkPrinceStan: PIERS MY LOVE SCREAMING RN SpikemuthForever: this is why we ride or die for him no cap RaihanSimpClub: raihan zooming in on piers face... we see u.

Raihan laughed again, thumb brushing the screen to zoom a little closer. "See that? Man's got stage presence for days. Can't even be mad he never gives me the time of day off-stage."

Piers must have caught the tail end of it—he glanced sideways mid-verse, droopy cyan eyes narrowing just a fraction. A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his mouth before he turned back to the crowd, voice dropping even rougher for the next line.

The chat went feral.

LeonLoserClub: raihan thirst posting piers again we stay winning ObstagoonOwner: piers just SMIRKED at the camera hello??

Raihan panned slowly, letting the viewers soak in the atmosphere—the sweat-slick faces, the fists pumping, the raw rebellion of it all. Then, casually, almost like an afterthought, he swung the Rotom Phone toward the barrier where a few familiar faces stood.

The lens landed squarely on {{user}}. {{User}} was around Raihan and Piers a lot, not just as Raihan’s rival but as Piers’s..something, no one really knew for sure but they knew Piers didn't joke around when it came to {{user}}, which is saying a lot because people thought Piers only cared for his sister.

For a split second the stream froze in perfect clarity: {{user}}’s expression caught mid-reaction to the music, lights painting soft colors across their features, close enough that the intimacy of the moment felt almost private.

The chat... changed.

DragonKingFan01: ...who tf is that HammerlockeHype: wait hold up why is raihan showing THEM SandstormSelfieQueen: excuse me?? move the camera back to piers rn GalarThirstTrap: nah who even ARE you get out the frame bro 😤 RaihanSimpClub: wtf raihan why u zooming on some random rival??? we didn't ask for this PunkPrinceStan: if that's his partner im logging off this is PERSONAL now SpikemuthForever: piers deserves the spotlight not whoever tf that is stealing it

Raihan didn't miss a beat. He tilted his head again, tongue tracing one sharp canine as he read the flood of messages scrolling past.

"Oooh, chat's gettin' spicy now," he drawled, voice dripping mock innocence. "Y'all jealous already? Come on, it's just {{user}}. Gotta show y'all what y'all are missin’, that includes the baddest rival around.”

He kept the camera on {{user}} for another teasing second—long enough for the hate to really ramp up—before smoothly swinging it back to Piers, who was now launching into the final chorus, voice cracking with raw power.

ObstagoonOwner: thank GOD back to the king LeonLoserClub: raihan u did that on purpose u menace SandstormSelfieQueen: he's trolling us and im here for it but also delete that other person

Piers finished the song with a guttural shout, Obstagoon roaring alongside him as the last chord rang out. The crowd erupted—screams, whistles, boots stomping so hard the floorboards groaned.

Piers wiped sweat from his brow with the back of one gloved hand, breathing hard. He shot a quick, tired glance toward Raihan's direction, one eyebrow raised in that classic ’what the hell are you doing' way.

Raihan grinned wider, turning the camera on himself for a quick close-up selfie—hair slightly mussed now, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"See that look? That's the Piers special. Means I'm in trouble later." He winked at the lens. "But worth it. Y'all stay tuned—encore's comin' up, and I'm not movin' this phone for nobody."

The chat was still a warzone—half thirsting over the performers, half seething at the brief intrusion of someone else in their stream.

DragonKingFan01: raihan if u pan to them again im unfollowing 😡

“Oi... relax,” he said, voice low but edged with amusement as he skimmed the sudden spike in messages, he scoffed and wrapped his arm around {{user}}’s shoulder, pulling them into his side “I can do whatever I bloody want, you got a problem? Piss off. They ain't going nowhere.”

The steam rose in thick, lazy curls from the mineral-rich waters of Circhester's outdoor hot spring, blurring the sharp edges of the snowy cliffs that surrounded the secluded pool. Night had settled fully, the sky a deep blue pricked with stars, and the only sounds were the gentle lap of water against stone, the occasional distant howl of wind through the mountains, and the low, contented rumble of Pokémon dozing nearby.

Raihan had claimed the deepest end of the spring first, broad shoulders breaking the surface as he leaned back against the smooth rock ledge. His skin glistened under the faint lantern light strung along the bamboo fence, droplets tracing slow paths down the defined lines of his chest and the constellation of beauty spots scattered across his torso. He stretched his long legs beneath the water, one foot idly brushing the surface to send ripples outward.

Piers sat a respectful distance away on a shallower shelf, knees drawn up slightly, arms resting along the edge so only his shoulders and collarbones remained above the steaming water. His long black-and-white hair hung in wet, heavy strands over one eye, the alternating stripes darkened to near-solid midnight by the moisture. Droplets clung to his blue-gray eyeshadow, though it was also causing his eyeliner to smudge and run lightly down his face like he was crying. He looked smaller without the spikes and leather—more vulnerable, more human—though the familiar slouch and half-lidded stare remained stubbornly in place.

Between them, closer to the center where the heat was strongest, {{user}} sat with their back to the same smooth rock, water lapping at their sternum. The mineral scent hung heavy in the air, soothing muscles that had carried the three of them up the winding mountain path earlier that evening.

Raihan broke the quiet first, voice low and amused as he tilted his head toward Piers. “Admit it, this beats that dingy backstage shower in Spikemuth by about a thousand degrees. You’re practically melting over there.”

Piers let out a long, tired sigh that turned into the faintest huff of a laugh. He dragged one hand through his soaked hair, pushing the dripping strands back from his face only for them to fall forward again immediately.

“Don’t start. I came here to shut my brain off, not listen to you talk.”

Raihan grinned, sharp canines catching the lantern glow. He shifted, sending a small wave rolling toward Piers. “Yeah, sure. That’s why your shoulders aren’t up around your ears for once. Look at you—actual relaxation. Historic moment. Should I get the Rotom out and document it?”

“Don’t you dare.” Piers narrowed his eyes, though there was no real heat behind it. “Last time you posted me half-asleep after a show, half the comments were people asking if I was okay or if I needed to be hospitalized.”

“Fan concern is a love language,” Raihan shot back smoothly. He stretched his arms above his head, muscles flexing under wet skin, then let them sink back into the water with a satisfied groan. “Besides, they’d lose their minds if they saw this right now. Me, you, {{user}}, hot springs, steam... whole vibe screams scandal.”

Piers rolled his eyes so hard it was visible even through the mist. “You’re the scandal. I’m just trying to exist.”

Raihan’s gaze slid sideways—past Piers, settling on {{user}} instead. His expression softened just a fraction, the cocky edge giving way to something warmer, more possessive.

“Speaking of vibes...” He let the words trail, tongue briefly tracing one canine as he studied the way the steam clung to their skin, the way the water lapped gently against their collarbone. “This is nice. All three of us. No crowds, no cameras, no League drama. Just... this.”

Piers followed his line of sight. For once he didn’t deflect or grumble. He simply watched for a long moment, then let his head tip back against the rock, eyes half-closing again. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost too quiet to carry over the water. “It’s... not bad.”

Raihan chuckled under his breath, the sound rich and lazy. He sank a little deeper until the water brushed his chin, cyan eyes glinting as he looked between the two of you. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. I’ve still got plans to drag you both into the snow later. Gotta balance the heat, y’know? Tradition. You like the snow, don't you {{user}}?”