elliot w an asexual reader? trying to navigate and communicate their relationship and it ends in fluff maybe
Thank you to my friend @chenziee for helping me out with this. Please go take a look at all their Ace fics they have available in the One Piece fandom :)
Snuggled beneath the blankets, a toasty fire and a cheesy movie playing — a repeated date night like many others with the farmer that I would never grow tired of. They lean against me, their head resting on my shoulder as I take another sip of my wine. The popcorn we had earlier surprisingly paired well with the red wine, but now I felt myself becoming sleepy with the farmer here beside me keeping me warm and comfortable.
For a few weeks now, we’ve been seeing each other. Maybe not considered ‘official’ quite yet, but I could feel us moving in the same direction. Each night I spent with them I felt myself growing deeper feelings, feelings which I could only dream that they would return. As I cuddled closer to them, adjusting my position to place my arm across their shoulders, I knew that this was a relationship far beyond that of friends or even a new crush.
“Hey,” I mumbled when the movie credits began to roll, the soft singing of some unknown performer slipping through the speakers. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” I kept my gaze to the tv screen, knowing that if I were to make eye contact I might reveal just how nervous I was to ask this. Normally, in my past relationships, by this point we would be sleeping together. With my question I suddenly became aware of the old condom sitting in my wallet. Good lord, how old was that thing now? Hardly usable based on age alone, but the friction in my wallet had no doubt torn it to shreds.
I shook the thought away, there was no chance we’d be using that condom, let alone any condom tonight. I could tell the farmer has been apprehensive about becoming intimate, and if we were ever to move forward in that sense it would be when they were comfortable—
“Sure,” they replied with a smile, looking up at me while still relaxing on my shoulder, those gorgeous eyes luring me into a quick kiss on the lips. When they pulled back, they chewed at their bottom lip, their hands coming to sit in their lap while they fiddled with their thumbs. “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.”
The worry in their eyes, their sudden shortness of breath, the way they were the one now avoiding my gaze as they stared down at their lap.
“Is there someone else?” I asked. My heart felt as if it could burst from my chest. Of course, this all made sense. Of all of the other bachelors and bachelorettes in town, there were much better options than me. Alex and his strength, Penny and her kindness, Harvey with his practice, Sebastian and his homegrown plants in the basement.
“What?” The farmer laugh, short and sweet. “No-“
“My god, are you dying?!”
“I’ll give you a kidney if you need it, just say the word.”
“I think we would need a blood test first…”
“Then let’s go to Harvey’s! He can see if I’m a match right now!”
“Elliott, I don’t want your kidney!”
“It’s perfectly healthy, I promise!” I pressed my lips together in thought for a moment before continuing. “Wait, does wine affect the kidney or is that the liver? Farmer it might not be that healthy after all but—“
“Elliott, No. Look, I’m ace.”
“Ace?” I paused. Ace. What on earth was ace? “You… don’t have kidneys? Like at all?”
“No, just,” the farmer covered their mouth, muffling themselves.
I took their free hand, holding it gently while I looked deep into their eyes. “Please, don’t cry. We can figure this out together, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
They shook their head, suddenly dropping the hand covering their mouth only to reveal their laugh. The farmer rolled back, forcing me to drop their hand as now both of their hands covered their face while they continued to laugh, only their laughter growing even louder.
“If you’re dying this isn’t funny.” I pouted.
“No, no—“ they snorted, tears now coming from their eyes. “This is hilarious—“
“I hardly find kidney failure funny—“
They sat up, wiping the tears from their eyes before the spoke. “I’m not dying.”
I let out a breath. “Oh thank heavens.”
“Ace means… well, it has to do with sex.”
“Ahh.. yes, ace.” Right. Ace…. “Actually, no. I don’t know what that means. Does it have to do with golfing? Or poker?” I scratched at the back of my head, it wasn’t that I wasn’t into role play, but I would play a very poor golf instructor.
The farmer snorted by trying to hold back another laugh. “No, it means I don’t want to have sex. As in… With most standard relationships… There is sexual attraction on both sides. I’m not… sexually attracted to anyone. I don’t get aroused in that sense.”
“And if that’s an issue for you—“
“Are you… boyfriend attracted to me?”
The farmer tilted their head, baffled. “What?”
“If you don’t want to have sex, and if you’re not ‘sexually’ attracted to me, am I boyfriend material?”
“You don’t mind that I don’t want to have sex with you?”
“Will you keep watching cheesy movies with me and sharing your wine?”
I pulled them into a hug, kissing the top of their head before resting my chin there. “Then you’re stuck with me, darling.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay not having sex?” Their question was muffled by my shirt but still loud enough to be heard.
“Of course! If I get to spend time with you… I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank the ancient condom in my wallet that kept me from ever making an awkward move on you. It might even be old enough for a sip of that wine by now.”
“Liar. Let me see this thing.”
I chuckled and pulled away from them, taking out my wallet and plucking out the condom to be handed over. I didn’t even feel the ridge in it anymore, honestly how old was it?
“I’ve never even heard of this brand,” the farmer said while they inspected it.
I nodded. “Pretty sure their factory went up in flames many years ago.”
“Hm. Sounds like they didn’t protect themselves very well.” The farmer smirked and passed the condom back. “Thanks for being so understanding… I really appreciate that you’ve been so… not pushy.”
Sliding the condom back into my wallet for no reason, I laughed. “Not pushy Elliott at your service, my dear.”
They stood, taking my hand and dragging me along with them. “It’s late, we should head to bed.”
“As you wish… and hey,” I stopped, still holding their hand and made them look back at me. “If I ever make you uncomfortable, just let me know, alright?”
The farmer nodded and delivered a kiss to my cheek, their free hand coming to rest on my chest. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“You will always mean more to me than sex, I hope you know that.”
The sadness that flashed across their eyes was something I never wished to see again. I could only imagine how hard this must be for them, and relationships that may have ended because of it.
“My dick on the other hand… will be hard as a rock in the morning and I apologize in advance.”
They groaned and smacked my chest. “You ruined the moment!”
“How could I ever?” I laughed and scooped them into my arms, my need for sleep now stronger than ever as I carried them into the bedroom. “When I love you as much as I do!”I dropped the farmer onto the bed, both of us giggling as I crawled under the sheets beside them.
They dropped their face into their pillow and sighed. “Don’t confess to me after talking about your dick. Tell me you love me again in the morning.”
I leaned over and kissed their cheek, earning a playful glare in return. “Anything for you.” I would make sure to tell them as many times as they needed to hear it.
