Ace was sitting in the cafeteria during dinner time, in between her squad. To her right Liam, to her left Imogen. Across from her Rhiannon, Ridoc, Quinn and Sawyer. Violet next to Liam. She was shovelling food into her mouth, buzzing in anticipation.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Rhiannon questions, sceptical because of her friend's behaviour.
"I'm happy to eat." She rolls her eyes at Ace response.
"I should have figured."
But Violet shakes her head from next to Liam.
"No. Something else is going on. I see you eying the leadership table. What's up? Are you missing your boyfriend?"
This gets her an eyeroll from Ace, and a snicker from everyone else.
"No. I'm mad at him."
This earns her confused faces. Ace isn't someone who gets seriously mad easily. But she is one to hold grudges.
"What did he do?" Imogen asks, trying to act nonchalant. The others are leaning in as well, curious what their wingleader did to piss off their friend.
"You mean other than the fact that I'm fucking sore? Have you seen my neck?"
Violet gasps beside her.
"You're not mad at him for that. Enjoy the good sex you're having, missy."
Ace turns her head to Liam.
"Take her to bed and show her a good time, will you?"
Immediately, Violet blushed while the others let out a small laugh.
"A good time?" Liam questions with a small smirk.
"Yes. Please have your way with her. Maybe even punish her for being naughty."
"Ace!" Violet hissed, her face an unnatural red colour.
Ace leans over Liam, getting into Violet's face.
"You told me to enjoy the good sex I'm having. And I am, believe me. I just think that you should experience something like that, too. You're welcome, love."
She kisses her friend cheek, who just stares at her. The others around them laugh, while Liam wraps his arm around Violet, but it gets shoved off instantly.
"So, what did our wingleader do?" Ridoc asks, still curious about that. Ace pouts.
"He got rid of all the treats I hid in his room. Something about sugar being bad for you." She grumbles, annoyed, which earns her another round laughter.
"But all that- "Rhiannon gestures towards around the table. "-still doesn't explain your good mood. One would think you'd be in a terrible mood."
Ace smirks. "You'll see."
They all eye her, trying to figure out what's going on but eventually continuing with their conversations. Ace's head bangs on the table, in deep sleep. Rhiannon leans over the table, moving the hair out of hair face.
"This girl." She says with a small smile. Behind Rhiannon, at the Leadership table, Bodhi, Xaden and Garrick sat down, talking to each other.
Ace, who woke up just seconds earlier, looks over Rhiannon's shoulder towards the leadership table, a small smirk on her lips.
Showtime.
"I feel the need to tell you, that you should get ready to run, little flame."
Already on it. Will you meet me at the flight field?
Ace grabs the two apples she has left on her tray, putting them in her pockets, one on each side. Her hands placed on the table, getting ready to push herself up.
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Flaming Hearts - Fourth Wing
FantasyAcelin Portgas is a lot of things. Fierce, confident, strongminded. And fucking annoying. At least, that's what Xaden Riorson thinks. OC x XadenRiorson