Lmao everyone was so mAD ABT BEING EDGED sorry lOl

Anyhow I'm sorry I have to say this b4 i continue w the story, but as a serious reminder:

if u are a MINOR under 18 PLS DO NOT OPENLY DISPLAY YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO ONLINE AND ENGAGE W MY CONTENT. I am all for safely exploring your sexuality thru stories/ fanfic online, but don't display your real age as its incredibly dangerous.

Thats the end of the psa

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You passed through the final door, waiting in anticipation of what the next trial will have in stock for you, and gnaw at your bottom lip, gut twisting anxiously as you spare a glance Edd's direction. He's looking straight ahead, focused on passing through the short hall that leads towards the next room. Face awfully placid, and it's not terribly uncharacteristic for him to be this way, but with the previous events happening, you can't help but feel a little concerned about what he might be thinking at this moment.

It makes your palms clammy, skin sticking to itself while your hands are balled into fists. Especially with Edd's sudden reaction just before, it doesn't exactly help negate those feelings of nervousness towards the situation. Perhaps you've pushed it too far—got in your head about whether he really liked you or not, that you inadvertently pushed him away first, thinking maybe it was just another one of his silly gimmicks. But you know him. He's not like that. Otherwise, you would have never been friends with him for the last few years, so far as to live in a single unit with him and the others. Pushing this whole 'as friends' thing is about as useful as sticking a bandaid on the torn hull of a ship anyway.

Your hand reaches out, his name hanging on the very tip of your tongue. But he startles you by breaking the silence first just before you will yourself to speak. That cuts you from your thoughts, and you almost feel silly. What were you going to say anyway?

"We're here," he states, bringing his hand up to his face to shield his eyes momentarily from the bright flood of lights as you both step inside the new area. When his eyes adjust, pools of brown observe the room around him, and he can't hide the awe on his features. It takes you a little longer to come to, eyes squinting as you watch his silhouette shuffle before you. But when you finally do manage to open your eyes, they widen, taking on a similar expression to that of Edd's.

"What... is this?" You gape at your surroundings.

Edd's footsteps are audible as he crosses over the carpeted floor, his hand running over the smooth surface of the polished wall. This room is completely out of place, almost making you forget what lies just several rooms away from this one. It's a fully furnished room—clean and decked out with a table and chairs, decorations adorning the surfaces of it and along the walls, too. What the hell kind of place is this? Some part of you was worried that perhaps you've stumbled across someone's personal quarters, but you can't seem to spot a single personal picture nor anything else that indicates it's being occupied—well, nothing that tells you anyone's been down here for a long time, at least.

Is this place more than just some strange, decrepit burial ground? It feels as if it's... alive—magical.

However, your thoughts shift, and your eyes are directed towards a bed—bloody lined with silken sheets and all—sitting smack-bang in the center of the room, for all with eyes to see. It has you sweating bullets, already having an inkling of where this is going.

But Edd's not concerned with that, going straight towards the strange table lined with trinkets and tools. He picks up a funny-shaped object, twisting and turning it within his grasp before placing it down. And then his eyes travel over all the Knick-knacks, eventually landing on a strange, unidentified liquid in a can. When he shakes it, he hears a gentle sound emit from it, like of glitter and pixie dust.

He eyes you from the other direction of the room, seeing as your back is turned and stands before the bed, and simply shrugs. What harm could it do?

He snaps open the tab, the sound of which pulling you from your reverie, and you stalk over to where Edd is stood. His back is turned, but you can see his head is thrown back, seemingly chugging something down.

"What is that?" You ask, taking in a gentle warning tone as if getting ready to scold your pet for eating something it shouldn't.

He freezes, slowly turning towards you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He swipes at his lips with the back of his hand before speaking.

"Just a uh, a drink." He sort of holds the can in a way that shields most of it from your view, but you squint your eyes at his odd behavior. But knowing Edd, he probably just snuck in an extra can of cola with him—which is strange because you had no idea he had that with him, and you didn't feel it in his pockets when you were uhm, moving together in tandem just previously before. So you just throw him a questionable look and turn back around, eyes shifting across the back walls till you spot a familiar stone tablet with the bejeweled emerald. You make your way towards it.

This time, your hands caress over its smooth surface, fingers tracing over the words as you read them aloud:

In the realm, where shadows fade,
To journey forth, a bond must be made,
Confess desires, of minds complex,
To get the gold, you must have se—

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Your jaw hits the floor, face a million shades of vermillion. How could it be so blunt?! You step away, but your back collides with a plush surface, your head panning upwards to see Edd leaning over and studying the words before him also.

"Well," he murmurs out, "that explains the bed." His breath fans over your head, stroking his chin nonchalantly as if unfazed. Your eye twitches involuntarily, not sure if you're particularly happy about his reaction... or lack thereof.

Your eyes briefly glance over at the bed. It's beautiful and awfully inviting; it's untouched, silken sheets practically glowing beneath the ceiling lamp. And then you flicker your eyes back up to Edd, who meets your gaze at the same time. He goes to say something, but he's interrupted by a hiccup that cuts through him. His face contorts into a quizzical look, and then he hiccups again. Wanting to observe him better, you take a couple of steps back.

"You good?" You ask. "Did you drink your cola too fast?"

He hiccups again, but it almost looks painful as he folds over slightly, holding a hand over his mouth.

"Yeah—the," he hiccups, "the cola." He holds an arm over his abdomen, and you actually grow concerned, reaching out to pathis back comfortingly. You scoff.

"I just knew your unending lust for cola would come back to bite you like this one day." You rub circles into the uppermost section of his back. Though you observe, his body is noticeably warmer than you remember. He takes a few deep breaths, hand hammering his into his chest a couple of times until the fit resides and he's able to speak again without the interruption of his own hiccups.

"No, not for cola—" His head turns, looking up at you before slowly fixing his posture to be straight again, and his voice comes out hoarsely, "an unending lust for you." He slaps his other hand over his mouth, mortification painting his features.

H-

HUHH??????

A beat of silence, and he slowly withdraws his palms away enough to speak. "I'm not sure why I just said that."

Obviously, your heart is caught in his throat as you stare at him, dumbfounded. The flush of his cheeks surely matches your own right now as you do nothing but stare at one another for a few moments until you attempt to break the dreadful quiet.

"Hey, d'you put alcohol in that drink of yours...?" You try to play it off.

"You mean the unlabeled can I picked up from the table over there?" He confesses, and then groans at his lack of control regarding his truthful thoughts.

"Unlabeled—WHAT?" You grab his shoulder in a frenzy. "It could have been poison! Are you an idiot?!"

"I am," he answers instantly. "And I don't even really feel that bad about it either."

For the love of bamboozled bananas—

He has the gall to give you a sheepish grin seeing as there's no other way around stopping his honest words from rolling out his tongue and is instead leaning into it now. Well, that is unless if he were to keep his mouth. But it's Edd, so the likeliness of that is zero to none.

Whatever truth serum or whatever he's ingested surely won't last forever though, right?

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to remain calm. Right now, it is vital you find a way out of this, lest you fall victim to hearing every single one of Edd's unfiltered thoughts. Which, well, guiltily enough, has you curious. You thought you knew your friend well, but it seems he has a side to him that even he doesn't reveal to the rest of the world. Could this be a way of...?

No. No! You slap yourself internally. You've been a friend all this time, and the last thing you wanna do is take advantage of him when he's clearly in a vulnerable place. You watch him, though his gaze remains fixated on the floor, a deep look of concentration. You feel a pang run through your heart. You couldn't possibly do that to him, not purposely.

So after a string of curses directed towards yourself, you let out a sigh.

"Let's leave." You're already making your way over to the hall, tugging the bottom hem of his hoodie to pull him along with you. "You're clearly not in the right state of mind, so we should just turn back now and focus on finding a way to cure you."

Though you managed to get him to take a few steps forward, he stops abruptly at your words, which makes you turn your head towards him with furrowed brows.

"I don't want to." His eyes stare into your own. The display has you hypnotized, almost forgetting to speak. That, and his frankness, has you caught absolutely off guard. You tilt your head, confusion evident over his stubbornness.

"Looks, if it's about the treasure—"

"But it's not about the treasure." He gulps, fingers twitching. "It's about you."

You're not even sure what to say, so you continue to stare at him. But he continues, albeit his voice breaking ever so slightly as he does.

"I'm here in this strange room with a weird set of instructions etched into a stone tablet, and trapped with you—probably 20 meters below the bloody ground—with nobody here to interrupt, and a bed covered in silk sat in the middle of the room." He gestures his arm out towards the bed in question, though his eyes never leave yours for even a second throughout his little dialogue. He swallows as if trying to stop himself, but the curse running through his veins doesn't allow him so. "And you're asking me if I want to leave when I want nothing more than to pin you down into that very frame."

The room spins all around you, making you want to pinch your own arm to double check if all this is real. You swallow down the sudden knot that forms in your throat and try to ignore the heat emanating from your face and down your neck. Unsure of what to do, your hands twitch by your sides and you take a single step back.

"I—"

He lets out a frustrated groan, most likely pointed toward himself, and runs a hand over his tired face. And then he drops his hand, flopping it back down by his side. Then, he moves towards you predatorily, causing you to back up until you gasp when the back of your thighs touch the base of the bed, and you look up at him, confusion swirling in your eyes.

"That look," he grumbles, "that look of confusion—but, how innocent are you really?" He puts a hot hand to your shoulder, pushing you back until you're sat on the edge of the bed. "Is this your way of playing with me, or—" he feels his voice break, and for a fraction of a second you can hear the vulnerability slipping through the shards. "—or am I reading this wrong and you don't want any of this?"

You can hear your heart thrumming in your ears. Somehow, this confrontation with him has you feeling a million times more nervous than when he was touching you all those moments before. Maybe it was because you expected him to jump back with a joke or a 'sike! Just playing with you'? Or at least try to lighten the atmosphere with a pun of some kind, like the Edd you always knew.

But it happens so fast and his patience snaps, not wanting to wait for an answer as he dives in, kissing you square on the lips. It has you gasping, and he takes this chance to deepen it further by forcing his tongue through, his hand coming up to grip your chin. You hadn't even realized how wound up you still were, because the energy of his actions has those familiar sensations licking hot flames inside your abdomen, the heat flaring up inside you and along your shoulders and chest.

"Edd—"

"Just say you want me." He strains his voice between kisses. His hand pushes you down so he's hovering over you now, a knee coming up between your thighs to make room for his body, nudging them apart. "Like how I need you." He kisses you hotly. "So damn desperately."

Despite his words and actions, you can tell he's still fighting himself internally with the way his voice comes out slightly strained as if trying to keep his words at bay, but the curse of the serum has him betraying himself. You barely have time to speak, let alone think as he moves all around you, devouring you. Your voice stutters when you feel his lips latch onto the side of your neck once again, but still part of your conscious mind is still intact as you speak.

"W-wait, we can't waste time here. We have to hurry up and—"

He takes this moment to lick a fat stripe along your sternum and then bites down on it, instantly hushing you as a groan is ripped from your throat, giving your head a little rush.

"Hm?" He hums lowly. One hand moves up along your body and traces the curves and plump flesh beneath the pads of his fingers while his other arm keeps him held up. He moves his hand up over your navel, beneath your shirt, and brushes past along your breasts and collarbones—which causes your shirt to rise—and eventually curling along the base of your neck. Your skin feels so soft and nice in his touch, all while his lips continue laving searing kisses, just teasing your collarbones and at the tops of your breasts.

He doesn't even seem to realize as his hand tightens against your throat, a sharp intake of breath from you as the feel of long and thick fingers curl around it, and then he freezes. Shit.

He's ready to apologize, fingers ready to uncurl from your neck, because he didn't mean hold you like that—

But then he hears you moan—small and shaky, and yearning—and you buck your hips up against his knee involuntarily, hands shooting out to grip at his sleeves. His eyes to droop and roll back, a small groan ripping out of him when he realizes—

Fuck, you liked that.

"Yeah?" He hesitantly tightens the pressure of his hold along your neck, reveling in the way you throw your head back and grind into his thigh as his hand sits heavy around you. He watches your eyelashes flutter shut and he can't help himself from swooping your bitten lips into another wet kiss, the sound making a 'pop' when he pulls apart again. "You like that?"

And he doesn't even realize how hard he's gotten until you brush up against his bulge and he curses internally at just that small bit of friction. He inhales sharply and pushes himself further into you, now shamelessly rutting against the center of your core too. He lets out a stuttering breath and groans.

"Should have made that pretty little head of yours dizzy a long time ago." He confesses. And his words, everything, has you so uncomfortably sticky beneath your jeans feel the throbbing inside of you ache and burn with a desperate need to be stuffed. "Probably would have stopped that dirty mouth of yours, too."

This time, he pushes off of you before situating himself at the headboard of the bed, pulling you onto his lap. His hands don't waste time as he helps strip you of your pants, leaving you in just your underwear and shirt, and then he has you straddling over one of his thick thighs. You're not sure what he's asking for until his hands guide your hips down to sit over it, and you shudder feeling your (almost) bare pussy pressing over the cloth of his pants, and you unconsciously grind into it. He hums, running a hand along your thigh, the other helping you in your motions, and then his lips are back on your neck.

"Need you to show me—how much you want this." He breathes out. "Need you to cum so you're ready for me."

Your brows furrow together, face hot as you shyly roll your hips over him. The effect is instant, and he murmurs a soft curse into your skin. So you move again. And again. And then he has you moving against him freely, the sounds of your body moving over him and his sweet kisses keeping you going as you push your head into his shoulder. Sweat runs down you as you move enthusiastically, and when your clit nudges so deliciously over him, you feel your toes curl in delight.

"Ahnng, E-Edd..."

He nibbles on your earlobe with a soft 'hm?' but doesn't stop his kisses as his hands now find their way to your breasts and pinch at the hardened buds beneath the shirt with his teasing fingers. You lift your head back up, arching and moving one hand behind you to grip Edd's knee for purchase. This gives him more access as he swoops in now to capture a sweet bud into his mouth, the action of which has you whining openly. His tongue laves over it and he tugs it between his teeth for a moment, which makes you jolt slightly, so he places a small kiss on it as an apology. His hand continues to grope the flesh, but he pulls his head away to look at you.

"God—"

You feel it—the hotness inside you building up and up, threatening to snap. You don't even realize there's drool trailing down your chin until his thumb comes up to swipe it away, brushing against your bottom lip, and he hisses when your tongue sticks out to lick the tip of it. Edd takes this as an invitation to push it into your mouth and he groans when you instantly wrap those pretty lips of yours around him and it takes everything he has to not push you back and have his way with you.

"Come on," he murmurs. "Faster you cum, faster I can stuff you just the way you need."

You nod your head fervently and he can't help but chuckle, thinking that even in this sort of situation you look so ineffably adorable. And obviously he can't help but to voice his thoughts by your ear as you ride his thigh, his hand's grip on your hip tight. You feel it now, the tightening in your core as you pant to catch up with your breath. Reassuring strokes along your body has the sensation building up , and when your clit rubs against him one last time, you feel your body go taut, and whine leaving you as you feel everything shake—and then you flop backwards onto the bed.

You're tired and spent, eyes closed and thighs sticking to themselves now. You're drenched in sweat, hair sticking to your forehead as you do nothing but pant harshly. Edd looks down at the wet patch left on his thigh, biting his lip. He can't wait any longer.

You can't even bring yourself to react when you feel his hands on you again. That is, until you feel your underwear being pulled off of your legs and fingers prodding at the entrance. You tilt your chin down to see him swiping his fingers through your soaked slit, and he brings his hand up to his face, watching your arousal stick like honeyed webs along the digits. You didn't even register how he removed his pants, adorning only his staple hoodie, as he uses the slickness to stroke along his now uncovered length.

Both his hands reach out to trace the backs of your thighs, meeting at the juncture of your knees—and then he presses them down so they are push up into your chest, revealing your sopping heat openly. The position is embarrassing, but it makes you feel better knowing it's doing something to him as he eyes the sight hungrily. He uses one hand now to push down on your knees as he guides himself towards your entrance. Giving it a couple teasing slaps has a zap running through your body. Fuck—he feels thick. And heavy.

You only got a glimpse of his cock beforehand, but you're worried that you're not prepped enough to take it just yet and feel yourself grow just a tad nervous.

"I- I don't know if it'll—"

"Fit?" Edd finishes, stroking the head of his dick along your folds teasingly. "Oh, baby, it will."

He doesn't give you a second to spare as he's already pushing himself into you. His hands come back up to push your thighs against your chest, practically folding you, as he feels your hot walls encase him inch by inch. God, it's so fucking tight, he's not sure if it's pulling him in, or trying to push him back out. It takes a lot of strength to not push you any further than that as he sucks the air in through clenched teeth. And then, my, what a surprise; he's at the hilt.

"Fuck," he drawls lowly. And it catches you off guard briefly, unused to hearing him genuinely curse like this. It causes tingles to travel through your abdomen, finding it so god damn hot. The sound of his voice has you curious as you take this chance to peek a glance, your eyes fluttering open, and then you felt your heart beat drop to your legs. Edd looks far more ruined than before at the previous trial.

The thin layer of sweat over his forehead glistened, hair tousled in different directions atop his head. The lazy smile on his face contrasted with the look in his eyes. Oh, his eyes—like taking a glimpse into his deepest desires, and an appetite left unquenched for too long. An appetite reserved only for you.

Here you were, stretched and stuffed open by whom you considered a friend for a long time—but at this point, you can't even care, feeling the molten heat of his cock curl so deliciously against the spot you needed it to for the longest time.

"T-three minutes..." you hummed softly. "That's all the trial is asking of us."

"And what of me?" He squares himself, a challenge in his tone. And then he rocks himself against you to emphasize his words, earning a short gasp from you. "What if I kept you down here, past those lousy, allocated three minutes?"

"Why..." a soft mewl leaves your lips, barely pulling yourself together even though he's merely sitting there. "Why would we need more than that? Can you not finish in three minutes?" Irritation pangs through him at the question. He leans down, having to spread your legs slightly as he does so.

"If it weren't for you, I would have had this all the way back at the third trial." He twitches inside of you at the memory. "Would have had us doing trial six by now."

"That's... that's..." you stammer, Edd repositions his hips to bump against yours. "There would have been no point- ah...!" The movement causes your voice to spike up.

"Does there have to be?" He grunts out, now moving his hips to meet yours in shallow thrusts. And then he pauses, closing in on your ear. "What about you? Don't women need more time to reach their climax?"

But you can't help yourself, the need to challenge him too strong and ever-present since the beginning of your friendship with him. "If their partner doesn't know what they're doing- oh!"

And then he's pulling out again and then snapping his hips flush against yours, over and over, spearing you into his impressive length. Your snarky commentary has him thrusting with more force, more energy, more drive. His fingers press into your skin, grip so tight it's on the precipice of leaving bruises into your delicate skin.

"Tight." He strains, lost in the pleasure that wraps his length—your cunt soaked and leaking all around him.

"W- wait...! You need to- hah, slow down, you prick..!" You protest, but are cut short at the feeling of his familiar hands coming around to delicately wrap around your throat, a sharp gasp from you.

"Look." He snaps, using his hand to nudge your head to the side so he can groan into your ear. "I put up with you—your cursing, your swearing. Even screwing it into you isn't enough, huh? You wanna piss me off so badly, say it again."

"P-prick," you gasp, challenged by a harder thrust.

"Again."

You'll say it as many times as you'd like—prick. Idiot. Arsehole!

Fuck, your brows furrow together, and he seems to take pleasure in your wrecked expression, body completely betraying your words. It's his damn fault for pumping into you at the pace he's going.

Your head is thrown back, pussy aching impossibly. "S-screw you... you dolt!"

He clicks his tongue. "That's new."

He pushes himself up to sneak a hand down, pinching your nub between his fingers. Your body jolts and your toes clench. With each thrust from him, it only makes you want to double down when you feel your legs begin to give out. He senses that, shifting your legs now so they rest atop his shoulders, and now his body is flushed impossibly against your own. Your release looms over you, your cries becoming desperate.

"You..." you breathe out, sweat slipping past your temple. "You drive me insane."

He lets out a sultry laugh that admittedly makes your stomach flip,

"You love it." And then he pushes his lips against yours for the fiftieth time that day, mouth devouring yours in a wet kiss. You wanted his kiss so badly. To bite him. To clash teeth. To slide your tongue against his.

His hips drive in yours relentlessly, your feet practically dangling in the air behind his head as he focuses on pushing you towards your orgasm first.

You squeaked out a moan you've never heard come from yourself before, and then you feel your mind blanking. His name is all you can repeat, like a mantra when you break yourself from the kiss.

"So good hearing those cries—" Edd grunts with a nibble to your jaw. "—your words ruin those pretty lips."

He feels his hips stutter at the symphony of your pleas, the beginnings of your orgasm threatening to crash upon you, the sparks shooting out and down to your legs, your arms, your chest—anywhere and everywhere that's been touched by Edd. You're almost glad for pushing him past this point—maybe you would have never gotten here without your stubborn nature rearing its horns head-first. Admittedly, even the chase was somewhat addictive to Edd if he's grunts are anything to go by.

He bites down on you and you come crashing, legs tensed and pussy clenching impossibly tight around him that it actually makes him pause momentarily due to the surprise, before he regains himself to help you ride out the waves. You scream, nails finishing purchase on the sheets and gripping for dear life. He curses lowly as he feels you convulsing and leaking your fluids all over those sweets lips of yours and spreading around your thighs.

Edd lets out a heavy puff as he increases his vigor, feeling himself come to, and he curses under his breath. So badly does he want to load your insides with his cum—what a fucking sight that would be, see you full and leaking of his essence in combination with yours.

But, alas, in a decisive movement, he pulls out with a groan and spills himself across your thighs and stomach. He breathes harshly. Any second and he would have creamed you with an unfathomable volume of his lent up desires.

What a waste it was.

He huffs, and after a few seconds, pulls out of you with a squelch that you're too exhausted to even feel embarrassed over.

"We... we did it..." you pant harshly and try to catch your breath. But when you look up, the wall still isn't open.

"Did we do this all... for nothing?" You're less upset, and more so confused. But obviously that doesn't get through to Edd in that way as he sighs, running a tired hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry..." he looks down, and your eyes widen, not expecting a sudden apology.

"Sorry?"

He looks away.

"I shouldn't have done all that. I just—" he puts a hand to his face, covering his lower half. "I could stand thinking about you wanting anyone else besides me. I...know you don't like me in that way, and I shouldn't have forced you to."

His expression look genuinely guilty, like that of a kicked puppy. Another new side to him brought on by the serum, you think.

No. You pause, looking at the man before you.

This... is the real Edd standing before you. The Edd that inhales can after can after can of soda daily despite your warnings of developing cavities. The Edd that walks into your room to switch off your lights and leaves your door open while you're busy doing something just so he can piss you off and laugh, walking away as he does so. And, the Edd that lies behind play on words and stupid plans for the future he thinks of simply the night before, proud and shameless in his ways, and inevitably, dragging you into his shenanigans—yet, undeniably, his presence would always leaving you feeling full again. But now you look up at him, his eyes no longer able to hide the longing and acceptance he craves so much deeply hidden beneath whirls of chocolate pools that threaten to spill over and drown you out.

This is Edd; so wholly and unapologetically himself. He's always been there, but you've been too blind to see it, of course.

You reach up, your palms stretching open to welcome him closer, and he can't help but to heed your silent command, his body moving down just so your fingers can delicately trace beneath his jaw. His eyes flutter close for a moment and he places his hand over yours as your thumb strokes softly along the flushed apples of his cheek. Your soft voice breaks through the hushed silence.

"Edd," you breathe out. "I... I wanted this. And—" You gulp, eyes flitting away from his for a moment out of shyness. "I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else if they weren't, well, you." It's round about, but perhaps it's your own way of saying I love you without having to say I love you. The small spark that lights up in his eyes tells you he feels the inflection in your tone and understands as a meek smile breaks out over his face. "Even if I do still think you're a bastard at times."

Yep. And there it is.

He scoffs affectionately, same as always, he thinks.

But the moment is interrupted when you feel the bed shaking and whip your head over to the side to see that everything else is shaking too. Trinkets laid atop the table are falling over, as decor and frames hung upon the wall are jostled and tilt to the side, no longer neat and untouched.

Then you notice the wall by the stone tablet has opened, and the shaking ceases.

"The wall's open?" You look down with your brows furrowed, hand placed over your chin in thought as you mumble to yourself. "The wall refused to open just before, how did it—"

Then it clicks.

"'Confess desires, of mind complex'...?" You quote the words etched into the stone, sounding out each syllable slowly as you look up at Edd with a tilt to your head. "I think the sex was meant to be used as a sort of catalyst, but what the room's intention was, was to have us perform a sort of... big act of love?" You try to stabilize your voice as you calm your heart over saying the 'L' word. What, are you a child?

You look at the open passage and then back at Edd, tilting your head to gesture towards it.

"Did you want to go...?"

He scoffs lightly, and leans over you now, which forces you to lean back onto your elbows, his shadow looming over your form. Arms cage around you causing the bed to divot and crease, and your breathing halts.

"I do." He hums. "But I need you first."

Ugh. The things he does to your heart (and your pussy tbh).

"Is this the drink talking still, or you?"

"What difference does it make? It's still me all the same, isn't it?" He retorts, and he leans his head down to nuzzle into the side of your neck with a boyish grin. "Let's take our time. I could stay here until tomb-morrow, even."

He laughs when you thwack his chest but can't help your own stupid grin taking over your face.

"You're too much."

"Tomb much?"

"Edd, shut up before I leave you here with nothing." You try to move as if actually getting up to leave, but he curls an arm underneath the curve of your spine and pulls your body towards his and flops sideways while using his hold on you to turn you around so you're both laying on the bed now, facing one another. His hand holds onto your hip, rubbing soothing circles into it.

"Nuh-uh." He tuts. "You're not going anywhere."

You crack a smile. If it was so easy to deny him, you wouldn't be here now, would you?

•

After getting dressed (and much more that ensued), you finally make your way through the walls, venturing down dim hall and away from the bright light of the room. It brings you towards a stone staircase with a cover you would need to push up in unison to pop open. You give each other a brief look and shrug.

Making your way towards it, you both place your hands securely on the stone and push.

You push and push, until you feel it start to give way with your combined efforts. Your eyes are scrunched shut and you grunt at the weight, but feel it begins to lighten as you finally push it to the side.

Holy fuck it's bright.

The both of you hiss in sync, eyes burning at the ferocity of- what is it? Fire? It's hot and it burns your skin, your eyes almost melting into their sockets. Through bleary tears you manage to open your eyes a smidge, and at first you think holy crap what is that? It's bright, and red, and colorful, and—

"It's the fucking house!"

For the second time that night, Edd swears out loud. But you can't even blame him.

Somehow you've found yourselves standing there, sadly, in front of the incredibly familiar view of the house you lived in.

You hadn't even realized how much time was spent down there—the sun was up and bright, a beautiful and cloudless day upon the soul-crushing adventure you just went through to get this. No treasures, not jewels—not even a haunted sarcophagi! Edd sits by the opening of the hole and flops himself over the grass, ineffably spent.

You want to do the same, but your eye catches a familiar stone tablet with words engraved into it. It read:

Behold, the true treasure lies not in gold or jewels, but in the love that was uncovered in our journey through life. Thus is the greatest wealth we have discovered.

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Did this perverted, ancient magic trial put you through a fuck-fest journey just to pull a "maybe the jewels were the friends we made along the way?"

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Ik Edd sounds OOC but remember that he's essentially been drugged w a truth serum that spills all his real thoughts, so that's my justification for all the dirty talk alright—

Anyway that's that. Sorry I lied lol. 1), about when I'd finish writing this, and 2) bc I did not write "just 1-2k words".... It's well over 6k......well, I hope that makes it forgivable in that regard.

Uhm also pls like my stories and comment n stuff, I love the validation okay—even though I know it's so hard keeping even one hand on your phone, once u sort urself out n stuff remember to like my stuff oki alright thanks ciao ciao love yall hA—