The offseason is always fun with a partner!

• Another request from anon

• Established relationship!

• No mention of K*iser in desc

• Devoted Ness ofc

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The Italian sun hung suspended like a molten coin in a sky of flawless azure, casting a shimmering glaze across the surface of the secluded lake. Here, tucked away behind the jagged, snow capped teeth of the mountains, the world felt as though it had been created solely for them. The water was impossibly clear, a liquid diamond that cooled their skin while the air remained thick with the honeyed warmth of summer. Ancient trees lined the shore, their lush emerald canopies whispering secrets to the wind, creating a private sanctuary where no camera lens could reach and no stadium roar could intrude.

Ness stood chest deep in the crystalline water, his muscular frame relaxed in a way that rarely happened during the grueling months of the German football season. The relentless pressure of Bastard München, the tactical demands of the pitch, and the adrenaline fueled chaos of being their star midfielder all seemed to have evaporated, leaving behind only the man who existed behind the jersey. His skin glistened with droplets of lake water, catching the light as he moved closer to you.

His hands, strong and steady, settled against your waist beneath the water's surface. His touch was deliberate, possessive yet infinitely gentle, grounding you in the stillness of the moment. His thumbs traced idle circles against your skin, a silent language of devotion that required no words. To anyone else, Ness was a force of precision and controlled energy on the field, but here, in this hidden Eden, he was utterly undone by your presence.

"You know, I remembered," he murmured, his voice low and rough with affection, vibrating through the space between you. "You mentioned this months ago, back when the schedule was still uncertain. I told you I would make it happen."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His magenta eyes searched your face with an intensity that bordered on worship. He remembered every offhanded comment, every fleeting wish you had whispered in passing. When you had expressed the desire to witness the Italian landscape during his off season, he hadn't simply noted it; he had orchestrated it. The private villa, the secluded lake, the complete isolation it was all a tribute to your happiness. His devotion was not passive; it was a consuming fire that drove him to ensure your every whim became a reality.

The water lapped softly against your bodies, a rhythmic lullaby that matched the steady beating of his heart against your own. Ness pulled you fractionally closer, eliminating any remaining distance until the heat of his body melded with yours. His gaze dropped to your full lips before returning to your eyes, his expression softening into something raw and vulnerable.

"There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep you looking this peaceful," he confessed, his grip tightening fractionally, as if afraid the vision might dissolve. "The world can wait. The season can wait. Right now, there is only this."

Not sure how to start?

• User is terminally ill

• Ness has plans to propose

• Honeymoon (A little off plot but I don't give a gaf)

• You're pregnant

• Just straight fluff

Tags: Alexis Ness, Fluff, Italy, Vacation, Blue Lock, Bluelock, Ng11, New Gen 11, Bastard München, Germany, uhh idk