ajax pertropulous (TMBLR)

LOVE IS AN ART

@midnightreins

Hii, I just saw your post and this idea immediately came to my mind. Could you do a fluff with Ajax × gn reader (I seriously think I have read all of them) where the reader draws him, and when he wants to see doesn't show him so he tickles them abd they end up cuddling? Sorry if this is too specific haha

<3

Love Is An Art
Pairing(s): Ajax Petropolus x GN! Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Brief mention of smoking upon the devil’s lettuce, vomit inducing nicknames such as ‘love’.

Additional Notes: I can’t stop writing about Ajax, and I think it’s bordering on becoming a problem. If you’ve got any fluffy requests, send them my way! I’ll have a stab at them when I’ve done the few already in my inbox ☺️

Image
Graphite stained the rough page of your sketchbook, the dark grey opaque mineral leaving marks everywhere you desired it to.

Currently, you sat on the grass that surrounded Nevermore Academy, your boyfriend sprawled our in front of you, leisurely partaking in his favourite pastime - smoking.

He had already removed his blazer, the blue and black striped clothing discarded into a messy heap on the ground. The long sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the prominent veins in his hands and arms as he held the object up to wrap his lips around it. Loosely, his tie hung around his collar, the material slackened and his top button undone.

The sight was so picturesque that you couldn’t help yourself. Your hand started moving across the page, seemingly on its own accord, as you tried your very best to accurately replicate and eternalise the scene in front of you.

Smudging lines and erasing others, you had been so focused on the movements of your pencil that you hadn’t noticed the movements of your boyfriend until a shadow was cast over your page, something blocking the sun from reaching you.

“What’re you drawing love?”

At the sound of Ajax’s voice so close to you, you slammed the sketchbook shut, not caring if some of the pencil smudged in places you didn’t want it to as long as he didn’t see the contents.

He raised an eyebrow at your defensive actions, you returning a sheepish smile. “What?”

You hugged the closed book to your chest, the vice like grip you had on it protecting its secrets from any unwanted eyes.

“Why won’t you show me?” He huffed, almost pouting to try and persuade you to let him take a peek as he sat down directly in front of you. “You just don’t want to?”

You only shook your head in response, too embarrassed to tell him what you’d been drawing, let alone show him.

His hands darted out towards you before stopping, Ajax watching as you tensed your body even tighter to guard your sketchbook.

You looked up, watching as he pressed his fingers to his chin, attempting to mockingly look thoughtful for a few seconds before he attacked.

His fingers ran up and down your sides, dancing across your skin in rhythmic patterns as you writhed against the grass, laughs escaping you. The top half of Ajax’s body covered yours, the weight pinning you in place whilst he tickled you.

“A— Ajax! St- Stop!” You stuttered out as you tried to pry his hands from your sides. Doing this however meant that you no longer had a grip on your sketchbook, the binded pages lay on the grass, completely forgotten about as the two of you partook in your childish antics.

“Stop what?” He teased, his hands still moving against you.

You couldn’t answer.

All that was leaving your mouth was laugher whilst you were writhing your legs all over the place to try and move away from him.

Eventually, he took mercy on your pleas and stopped tickling you, instead lying his body down next to you on the grass whilst you caught your breath, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard.

“You don’t ever have to show me if you don’t want to love.”

Ajax pulled your frame against his own, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms loosely around you. The sun beamed down on the pair of you, a gentle breeze running over your bodies as you cuddled. Your hand pressed tired yet comforting circles into his chest.

“Maybe one day I’ll show you.” You whispered, manoeuvring your head to look up at him.

“Can’t wait.” He said softly, his hand lovingly cupping your face.