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technicallydeepflower · 5 months

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A Second Date

It's a story about mixed feelings through the eyes of two characters, Halle and Rowan, and their experience of the oddly funny but traumatizing event. Halle and Rowan have been waiting for a retry on their horrible first date, which ended on the front page of a magazine. Let's hope it goes well and their feelings remain the same for each other.

First Story:

Wish Halle Good luck

"It’s silent. There is no joy here; the crickets are having more fun than me. Well, I might have fun later. Let's hope! I’m going to mess this up. I just know it, but I really like him." There goes Halle, a troubled girl excited for a date and praying for their misery to be over regardless of dreaming about this night with this guy she really likes. The night began with more aspiration in her, trying out many dresses in a montage way with her intricate crafted playlist for each event in her life, which ended before she could decide what outfit fit the night. Time sped by, and the sky became a blue ombre with the moon shimmering. "How does this look?" Halle snaps a shot of herself in the mirror, speaking to a friend on the phone.

"I can't see it," they reply.

"Wait, I'm sending it," Halle quickly sends it, simultaneously painting her nails with a shade of burgundy red. Following the red nails theory that shows you off as confident and unafraid, which this stressed girl needs and believing her outfit will depict tonight's events with her on-again and off-again crush.

“I like that. It'll match your red nails, I presume." They responded, trying to reassure her.

“Yeah, it pulls the whole outfit together.” Halle stares at herself in the mirror, taking her hair out of a bun and adding shape to her face. "Now, let's hope this goes well. I can't mess it up again." Her friend replies, "Good luck," as she ends the call. Halle, continuing to stare at herself, starts whispering affirming words. "The universe is on your side. Everything is better the second time around.“ She turns to her phone, eyeing his recent messages. “Excited to see you tonight!” with a smiley face and a red heart emoji. Glaring back at her with thoughts of their last disastrous date, which terrifyingly ended up on the front cover of a magazine. She was covered in all sorts of food caused by him, who ate an excessive amount, but her pink nails looked great with her face half disgusted and frightened. She looks away, trying to disband the memory of mixed feelings after the numerous apologies and conversations of both wanting another chance. So there is no rescheduling this. Halle brushes her hair before another thought of existentialism appears, "Tonight is going to be amazing." Halle restarts her playlist. Happiness and Romance are back in the night. Halle playful does her light, dewy makeup with a red lip to match her nails. It obviously goes well with her back dress and leather jacket on top. She quickly texts him before this bliss disappears, "Ready to go!" Chugging a whole water bottle, she sinks into her chair, staring at the clock for time to strike. There is a light knock on the door. "He's here," she shouts. The night has begun.

Here is Halle’s pinterest board, it’s her get ready vision board to help her get in the mood for her date.

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Here is the music playlist Halle listens while she gets ready for the night as it makes her feel like she's in a movie. Halle added "This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)" from Natalie Cole to the playlist as it's her favourite love. The playlist was created by rainbeary and found from youtube.

This is Halle and her date Rowan on the front cover of a magazine from their horrible first date, which haunts both of them. The photo is from the show Sonny with the Chance.

Second story:

Rowan is Panicking!

The gorgeous, funny, sweet and pretty Halle floods his mind. It's all Rowan can think of, eyeing his closet, searching for the perfect outfit for tonight. For his retry with Halle, he becomes more panicked and sweaty before the date can begin. "Will she like this? Nah, it's too blue," he said to himself. "How about this? It looks sophisticated and interesting, but not too much!" Rowan jumped with glee with the outfit in the air in his chaotic room, filled with every other outfit glazing on his floor. "I'm a man," he said, just in case anyone saw his gleeful move. A slight confident smirk hits his face as he compliments himself in the mirror. "You're going to be amazing tonight," he states with a big ego.

Time flies as he gets dressed in his uncomplicated outfit, but with each garment pulled on, he finds himself in a dream scenario between him and Halle. They are both cheerfully smiling, and he makes a dumb joke, "Do you know why chefs are harsh? They're always beating eggs," he jokes badly. She laughs because she's nice, but quickly makes fun of him and the horrible joke. However, it's perfect because that's their relationship, but it's ruined by the thought of their last first date. He had to eat that entire hamburger, which he is still traumatized by, also chugging water before they could even order, and it happened. The most horrible thing, nothing he could imagine. Rowan shuts his eyes, thinking of it. Regardless, his mom kept the magazine to remember her famous son. Rowan looked at her glittery eyes and pink nails that she kept accentuating. Then everything came out like a river of food and water rushed out. Since that night, Rowan can’t imagine a further rock bottom. His feelings for Halle remained the same; he really liked her, and the incident was the first date worries, nothing else. Rowan shakes his head, trying to clear his mind as he sprays his perfume, "For confident men trying to impress." After dooming and wandering thoughts, he's finally dressed and breathes, carefully drinking water. Rowan hits his calm-down music to style his god awful hair. It's his redemption arc, so the hair needed to impress.

"Vogue" starts blasting! Rowan lays the mousse on his hair. First, it grew, ”Too tall." Then sideways,” Too crazy,” then flat and center,” Too creepy.” A harsh breeze from the blow dry pushes it in different directions, “It’s perfect.” The clock rings with a shining red heart emoji and the words, "It's time!" Rowan releases all his air and starts humming "Eye of the Tiger" as he jumps into his shoes, falling right onto his floor with clothes that can't save his downfall.

"Are you okay," a worried inquiry comes from outside?"

"I'm okay, just fell," Rowan yells, jumping up and running out the door. Snow is falling outside with Frank Sinatra serenading him. Rowan drives to Halles with an empty mind, with the only panicking thought of please do not throw up on her again.

Here is a gif of the event that happened between Halle and Rowan, which Rowan threw up on her from being stressed for their date. The gif is from the show Sonny with the Chance.

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Here is the music playlist Rowan listens to de-stress as he gets ready. He also loves One Direction. The music playlist was created by Miss_clouds and was found on youtube.

Third Story:

Halle and Rowan are Reunited at Last.

“Hi,” they both awkwardly said as Rowan stood outside Halle’s door, beaming at each other. The air and feeling felt different this time; it was going to be better, they both hoped. "Shall we," Rowan proposed, offering his hand to Halle.

"We shall," accepting his hand, Halle cheerfully grinned.

Both giggled, talking about the delicate snow, walking to his car, and inching closer to each other.

The snow fell steadily, resembling a gentle drizzle of rain, blending beautifully with the lights on all the buildings as the love songs continued to play. It was peaceful as both appreciated the music, occasionally singing along. Halle watched the snowflakes fall with child-like wonder, mesmerized by snowy sceneries. Rowan couldn't stop smiling, looking at her. He sang along with Barbra Streisand in "Get Happy / Happy Days Are Here Again." Halle joined in with Judy Garland's part, leaving them laughing as both tried to hit the high notes, which only Judy and Barbra could successfully do. The moment couldn't be more perfect, Rowan thought as his stomach growled with hunger. He knew he couldn't throw up now; there was nothing in his stomach.

The blinding lights shined on a big sign covered in snow, hiding the place's identity. It was the restaurant. Halle recognized the colorful changing lights immediately. They had been there before. Swiftly, she turned toward him, attempting to spot his response. He was thinking with a nervous smile but didn't say anything. Halle kept quiet. She couldn't ruin the date before it started. Also, the place had good Italian food, and maybe he repressed this memory, so he doesn't remember. Halle smiled, "Let's go!"

How could he be so stupid, choosing this spot? All of these thoughts flooded Rowan's exhausted head. He unconsciously selected a restaurant with a challenging past, yet it's both of their favorites. Rowan confidently smiled, attempting to hide his nervousness, about to speak, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry-." Before he could utter his apology for retraumatizing Halle and how it was too soon- Halle gave him an excited smile and spoke, grabbing his hand.

Walking to the table, Rowan offered a brief apology, but she reassured him, "No, it's good this restaurant needed a happier memory." Subconsciously, both of their thoughts were consumed by the unspoken desire for the same date to repeat, so they could escape this lingering anxiety. The ambiance in the restaurant oddly shifted as they walked, remaining different but weird. They ordered their food without interruptions. Rowan did not touch anything, especially his water. While Halle chugged her water, leaving a red stain around the cup, her lipstick still shined. It was silent despite the numerous scenarios they both thought of. Rowan cracked a joke when the food arrived, and Halle destroyed him because of his horrible joke. Like that, it went back and forth for the rest of the date. As they said goodbye to each other, finally past their disastrous date, they were left with awkwardness.

Rowan drove home, feeling proud nothing embarrassing happened, but he felt off with Halle as he still liked her. While Halle similarly thought as she sunk into her couch, dissecting all the moments between them, feeling lost. Together, they tuned into love songs they once shared, experiencing a sense of puzzlement about each other.

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Here is the playlist of love songs Halle and Rowan listen to together, with the addition of "Get Happy / Happy Days Are Here Again" by Judy Garland, which they sing together. The playlist was created by Sleepless ! ⊹ . and was found on youtube.

Here is a gif of both what Halle and Rowan thought their date would be a perfect romantic night. Of course, it doesn't go the way they planned.

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lovebykai · 3 years

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Feel Good Drag

》 Pretty Girl - Part 3

Word Count: 4.2K

Warning(s): Random Necessary OCs. Smut. Non-Consensual Recording. Dub-Con? Toxic Behavior. Mentions of Violence. Reader Is A Bitch. Emotional Sadomasochism. Masturbation.

Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou

Authors Note: FINALLY. God, I've had some of these scenes in my head since I wrote the first part and I just went, "No, these deserve a whole fic, no drabbles." Hope you guys appreciate it.

You moved on.

After Toman disbanded and the Haitani brothers ended up doing more time, you realized if you didn't get out right then you were never going to. Did you really want to be a delinquent all your life? Spend years waiting on those two to bounce back to you? No, no you didn't.

So you got some therapy, a decent job, and got the fuck out of Roppongi.

"So you're going out with us tonight, right?" You looked to the ceiling for patience as your coworker threw her arms around your shoulders and peered at you with a grin.

She was fun. Mischievous and adventurous and the polar opposite of you; that huge difference in personality was what made the two of you work. Lately she was super hung up on the idea of coaxing you into a threesome with her boyfriend and it had become something of a joke. It'd probably be a fun experience if the news of them getting out a month ago hadn't rendered you unable to think about anything else.

Did they know you'd run? Were they looking for you? Did they miss you?

"Leave Y/N alone, Yui." Her boyfriend tugged her to him, laughing. He was a genuinely nice guy, and that was half the problem. You had yet to figure out what his appeal was. Fuck, you couldn't even remember his name.

"But babe!" Yui whined, pouting at you when he just rolled his eyes affectionately, and you offered her a grin.

"It's that new club in Roppongi! C'mon, it'll be so much fun. Please? Sai is gonna buy our drinks." She wiggled her eyebrows and her boyfriend gave her an incredulous look.

"I am?" You couldn't help but laugh as you finished unpacking the new merchandise, eyeing some of the sleazy dresses. It might be fun.

"Fine, you can bring what's-his-face too." The one sided negotiation was finally starting to amuse you.

"You mean my boyfriend?" Yui looked so scandalized you snorted in laughter, shaking your head and thumbing a particularly skimpy dress.

"God, you made it official? But you guys have, like, no chemistry."

"He's a good guy." It was natural to defend him.

He was a text book definition good guy, in fact. So far removed from your type that he may as well be on a different planet. But he was going to be a lawyer and took you to nice restaurants. His family was sweet. White picket fence with two kids and a dog was what he expected, and you were prepared to deliver on it.

Because that was normal.

"He's boring, and he'll make you miserable. Mark my words, Y/N, he's not the one." When you didn't engage the line of conversation, she went back to trying to weasel an agreement from you.

What if you run into them? The thought shouldn't have sent your heart racing, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance. How would you know if your coping skills were working if you didn't test them? That was reasonable, right? Right?

And... you should say goodbye, right? Sure, they'd spent more time away from you than with you, but the bond you three had was intense. It'd be disrespectful to just ghost them. Yep. That made sense.

"As long as you're letting me mooch off you all night, cause I'm broke as fuck 'til next Friday." You finally sighed, smirking when she squealed and agreed, bouncing on her heels.

* * *

Your boyfriend had tests to study for, which was fine because you really didn't want him there anyway, and neither did Yui. Not that you'd ever admit it; you feigned just enough disappointment to be socially acceptable while she chattered about how cute the little pink dress you'd bought was.

The back was open and it barely covered your thighs, which left you looking a bit slutty with your heels, but that was kinda the point. A quick 'wish you were here' selfie for your busy boyfriend and viola! you were free of your obligation to cater to his disappointment.

Thus, Yui started plying you with alcohol.

You danced and laughed and took videos. Fuck, you even let her grind on you for her man's viewing pleasure before he hauled her off to the bathroom after a confirmation that, no, you were not interested in participating.

It was hard pretending you gave a fuck about any of it. The monotony was mind-numbing. Work, eat, sleep, and occasionally go out with friends. You were missing the adrenaline rush of a fight, or the comradery you'd had with Toman, even.

You'd finished your drink, enjoying being just this side of drunk and scrolling through facebook to occupy your thoughts for a bit. You doubted what's-his-fuck -- someday you'd remember his name, you vowed, because that's what normal friends did -- would keep Yui gone for long, but it was never fun being left alone in a dimly lit nightclub booth.

"This seat taken?" You hummed noncommittally, chin propped up in your palm.

Kou: Come over tonight? I miss you. :(

The text actually made you cringe. Maybe he wasn't the one you should be settling for. Surely there were some normal guys that weren't quite... this bland. There wasn't even anything wrong with him. On paper he was perfect marriage material. Why were you like this?

Y/N: Sure! I'll text when we leave. :)

With that painful exchange done, you looked up to see if the guy really had decided to sit with you and promptly dropped your phone. It clattered loudly and you winced, hoping you hadn't just fucked the screen up.

"Ran!?" He was mimicking your previous pose with an amused expression, batting long lashes at you teasingly.

"Y/N." Sliding you a drink, he smiled and you returned the gesture broadly.

"Well, that's embarrassing. Hi, how've you been?" You laughed sheepishly, pressing a hand to your heated cheek.

"I've been just lovely, sweetheart, how about you? Anything interesting happen while we were away?" Practically vibrating in your seat, you took a sip of his offering before licking your lips. Man, you were too drunk to properly combat the urge to preen under his gaze as it dipped to your exposed cleavage.

"Mm, got a job, moved into a shitty apartment, made some friends." You shrugged after ticking off the main points, popping the straw back into your mouth so you didn't start nibbling your fingers. Without really thinking about it, you folded your arms beneath your chest and leaned against the table. The way his gaze flickered back down to look caught your attention though.

"... Got a boyfriend." That one was a dig; you were curious to see if he reacted at all to the news. The only indication he'd heard was the slight dimming of his smile, but even that was so miniscule if you hadn't been staring so intently you'd have missed it.

"Oh?"

That was it. Oh.

"Mhmm." Your smile was threatening to become a smirk. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; you took a moment just to bask in his presence.

Your therapist had told you that you weren't in love with them. That you had an unhealthy codependency; you had somehow managed to fall into hero worshiping them for standing up for you as children.

You begged to differ.

"Do I know him?" Violet eyes were shining eerily; you knew you were probably swooning, but he was so fixated on the idea of you being in a relationship that he wouldn't notice.

"Nope. He's in school to be a lawyer, though, so you might in a couple years." That dig had been an accident. The filter between your brain and mouth had apparently shut off at some point. Rans eyebrows shot up, but his grin only widened.

"You seem like you've got something to say." He commented laughingly and it doused your amusement.

"Just that I'm done with the gangster shit. I don't want to be involved in it. I like my life the way it is now."

"That sounds a lot like you're breaking up with me, little lamb." It was said teasingly -- because it wasn't as if you could really even be called together in any capacity anymore -- but his smile was gone. The narrowing of his eyes forced yours down to the drink you were sipping at.

Your therapist would have been proud of you for confronting this problem. Maybe not the way you'd went about it, but the closure would do you good. You were an addict, and the Haitani brothers had been your drug of choice. Being around them was a shitty idea, and you needed to make it clear that you didn't want them around.

It was a lie, but you'd worked too fucking hard to get yourself back on track in life to let them fuck this up for you.

Boundaries. You were setting boundaries.

"I guess I am." The words instantly killed your good mood. It was like someone had hit you in the gut; Rans eyes widened in surprise and the urge to chew at your fingertips couldn't be ignored anymore.

You wanted to take it back.

Something in you was twisting and clawing and burning as you moved to stand on shaking legs. No. No. Nononono-- before you could slip away, his hand darted out and you were hauled back. The edge of the table caught your hip; the hiss of pain drowned out by the thump of the bass as Ran dragged you sideways into his lap.

"No." His arms may as well have been steel beams for all your squirming to escape did.

"No? You can't just say no, Ran! That's not how this works."

"Like Hell it isn't. You're ours." It was growled out as his nails dug into your hips; the shudder that rattled your form made him let out a soft huff of satisfaction.

"I can't do this with you right now," You wished your voice wasn't wavering, it would have helped make your case. "I don't want to, and I don't have to. Let go!" Kicking your legs petulantly didn't make his grip loosen at all but you were vaguely aware you probably flashed some fortunate souls.

"Fuck that!" Ran gripped your jaw hard enough you suspected it would bruise and forced you to look up at him. "You think you're going to find someone better and run off? Think you're too good for me and Rin anymore?"

"Yeah, thats exactly what I'm doing, you asshole. They'll be better for me and I won't end up getting the shit kicked out of me on the daily, or waiting around for you two to get done doing time!"

"They'll be better for you, maybe, but not like us. Nobody will ever love you like we do, Y/N."

The sound of Rindous calm voice cut through the noise of the club and you felt the stupid starry-eyed look coming over your face.

Love?

They loved--

"What? That all you needed to hear? Way to be basic, babygirl." Ran clicked his tongue, licking his lips when you tried to jerk your face out of his grip. It was half-hearted. If you'd really wanted to fight back it wasn't as though you didn't remember how to throw a punch.

Rindous fingers danced along your exposed spine and the tension began leaking out of your body completely; Rans punishing grip loosened. You couldn't help it-- you'd missed them.

You always missed them. That was the problem in the first fucking place.

"There's my good girl." His thumb traced your lower lip pensively for a breath before you bit it softly. It was an impulse you couldn't resist with him so close, and the way his eyes darkened in response had you squirming on his lap.

"Y/N?" Yuis gasp gave you the push you needed to jerk away from him.

Rindou sidestepped when you scrambled from the booth with a soft curse, mortification sparking in your chest. Turning a sneer their way, you grabbed your friends arm to start pushing her away from them.

Great. Worlds colliding. Fun.

"I'm not your anything." Except you were and the fact all your hard work to build yourself up was being chipped away by their mere presence was pissing you off.

Ran just snickered, long arms draping across the back of the booth and legs sprawling out beneath the too-small table. When your eyes -- the fucking traitors -- rolled down his body appreciatively, stalling out at the bulge in his jeans for a beat too long to be appropriate, you wished that the room was darker.

"This was obviously a bad time," Rindou commented as your thighs pressed together at the sudden bolt of arousal. "Here, just take our number in case you need something and we can talk another time, alright, bunny?" The nickname earned him a whimper that you couldn't quite swallow; the smirk he gave you as he grabbed your phone off the table made you dizzy. Bastards.

When he proceeded to guess your password you barked out an incredulous laugh, but you didn't try to stop him from putting in their contacts. You should have. That'd be the smart thing to do.

But if these men didn't make you fucking stupid.

"See you soon."

* * *

You were angry-- stupidly, irrationally angry when you showed up at your boyfriends apartment. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the walk there -- besides the fact Yui had thought the whole evening was hilarious as she caught a cab with Sai -- but when you let yourself inside and kicked your heels off Kou was sitting on his couch and you just snapped.

You were upset and horny and he was there-- it wasn't fucked up to have sex with him cause someone else pushed your buttons, right? After another moment you realized you didn't even care as long as you could scratch the itch. Mr. Normal could manage that much for you, surely.

"Hey!" He looked over and did a double take, eyes widening in a way that might have made you laugh if you weren't counting backwards from ten over and over. "O-Oh, you look--"

A devious idea popped into your head; you decided to quit thinking so hard as you pulled up the camera on your phone. You propped it up on the coffee table and promptly straddled him, not even checking to make sure the angle was right.

Ten.

Your lips met his harshly, grinding down against him. It took seconds for him to harden beneath you as you tugged the dress off over your head.

Nine.

"Oh." He whimpered when you tugged on his lower lip with your teeth, reaching down to hurriedly undo his pants. He whimpered. Gag.

Eight.

None of it was right. His hair was too short; you petted the strands anyway, catching what you could and tugging softly. The asshole didn't even have the sense to line himself up or anything. You realized rapidly you wouldn't be able to cum like this, but you'd be damned if you didn't try just because his last name wasn't Haitani.

Seven.

You didn't mean to roll your eyes when he started kissing at your shoulder, but seriously. There wasn't even any tongue. Did you have to do everything? Luckily you didn't need much prep thanks to your time in the club -- not that you'd ever admit it -- but he could at least do better than that.

Six.

The red haze wasn't even getting better. If anything, the fact you weren't currently on one of their laps was making you angrier. You dropped your hand back down, stroking him a few times before tugging your panties to one side, ready to be done with this whole ordeal but to nice to just leave the man hanging.

Five.

"Y/N--" His voice was wrong, so you forced his head back and pressed your lips together again. At least he caught up enough to grip your hips as you sank down onto him, even if he didn't try to control the way you rocked your hips. It did feel good, at least, stretching you well enough you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Four.

Honestly, this was probably a shock to his system, seeing as the only position you two had ever fucked in was missionary, but wasn't most of this instinct? Your hand curled around the back of his neck, digging your nails in just to make him hiss. Maybe you could get off if he could just--

Three.

"Ouch! Hold on, sweetie, slow down--" He managed to flex his fingers, but let you keep bouncing on his dick despite his protests. God, you hated this guy. No, fuck, you didn't hate him. You didn't. Realizing he wasn't going to last very long, you dipped your fingers down and strummed at your clit desperately.

Two.

He came with a whine that grated on you, but you had enough of a conscience to pet him through it like you gave a damn about how he was feeling. You couldn't even borrow his cock and pretend he was someone else to get off, but sure, let's make sure he gets the warm fuzzies. Your high was gone, so you bit back a growl of frustration and tugged your fingers from your panties.

One.

Climbing off his lap and cutting the video, you could have cried. It was three goddamn minutes.

"What was that about?" Your boyfriend asked, breathless, as he tucked himself back into his pants; hitting send, you smirked to yourself before turning to him.

"Just missed you tonight. I'm gonna go clean up." It was a few minutes before he responded, and luckily you were still in the bathroom.

Ran: My poor little lamb. I'd love to help you out, but I'm kinda busy.

The video you got in return nearly made you crack a tooth. The strands of blond wrapped around his fingers, bobbing against his crotch under the flashing lights of the club made your hands shake.

Suddenly, he made a fist and you whimpered when he forced her down roughly. The sound of her gagging nearly made you black out with rage and envy.

The camera flipped around and suddenly you were looking at Rans smug, shit-eating grin before it cut off.

Y/N: Fuck you.

You played it again, eyes watering in rage and an uncomfortable neediness that you didn't want to be feeling before slipping your fingers back into your underwear. The tears slipped free as you braced against the wall, playing the damn thing over and over and over until--

A gasp of relief left you when your knees shook, the orgasm somehow managing to line up perfectly with his smug fucking smile.

Mine.

Ran: Awh, are you mad? That's too bad.

Ran: Make sure you tell your little boyfriend I said he's welcome.

* * *

"I-I'm sorry, what?" You were more shocked than hurt as you stood at the foot of the hospital bed. It had been almost a week since you'd bumped into the Haitanis. Things between you and Kou had been going well. Normal. Everything had seemed normal.

"We should break up." He wouldn't even look at you. Probably thinking you were going to burst into tears or something, but you were slowly putting shit together in your head.

"Why?" You willed him to be honest, trying to drill a hole in the side of his head with your eyes. He'd said it was a mugging gone wrong when the cops had shown up, and you'd -- naively, perhaps -- believed him because he was kind of soft.

"Everything's just... too much. I'm too stressed out between school and work and now this a-and-- honestly, Y/N, I don't think we're a great fit."

Liar.

"I understand." Because you did. You even got the parts he wasnt saying, like: "Hey some asshole with a baton beat me stupid because you didn't dump me, isn't that nuts?"

You didn't bother with anything else, letting him think you were just too upset to say goodbye as you hurried out of the hospital. Whipping your phone out, you dialed Ran before your indignation died out.

"Yes, darling?"

"Have you lost your fucking mind? What if he tells the cops you complete fucking idi--"

"Whoa, there, baby, slow down. What are you chewing me out about?" He interrupted, sounding more serious as you tried to control your volume.

"My ex-boyfriend is in the hospital." You bit out and there was a long silence. Just as you went to make sure the call hadn't dropped, there was a sudden bout of laughter.

"And the first thing you did was start lecturing me on getting caught? I knew you still cared." He cooed and you winced. Yeah, okay, that was probably shitty of you.

"No worries, little lamb, it wasn't me."

"I call bullshit."

"Cross my heart. You're barking up the wrong tree. Personally I'm a little sad I won't get anymore videos of you--"

"Goodbye, Ran." With that you hung up with burning cheeks, glaring at the phone as though it was somehow to blame. Much more hesitantly, you eyed Rindous contact.

Surely he wouldn't have. He'd been so calm at the club, and hadn't bothered you a single time since. But Kous arm had been broken, and you'd missed the explanation on that so-- so maybe--

You hit dial before you could change your mind.

"Did you do it?" You immediately spit out in lieu of a greeting when he picked up, too scared you would lose your nerve if he spoke first.

"Yes." Leave it to Rindou not to beat around the bush.

"You're gonna get caught." The fact tears prickled at your eyes was completely out of frustration and had nothing to do with the despair that suddenly washed over you.

They could drone on and on about being together all they wanted, but the more they did stupid shit like this the more certain you were that the three of you would never get anywhere. Even if you did decide that you wanted a relationship with them, where was it even going to go with them sitting in a fucking cell for most of it?

"Where are you?" Rindou asked simply as you swiped your eyes irritably and looked around. The fact you'd been wandering aimlessly like this was a bit embarrassing, and it took a minute to orient yourself enough to give him an answer.

"Give me five minutes. Don't move." He hung up before you could bite out something rude, and while you were tempted to disobey, your feet stayed planted right where you were. You wrapped your arms around your middle, counting backwards slowly and swiping the random, offending tear.

"Shit, are you crying? Bunny, c'mere." Rindou gently grabbed the nape of your neck and led you towards a nearby alley before wrapping you up in his arms. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't contain your sniffling; he stroked your spine gently even though you refused to hug him back.

"Look, I didn't realize you really liked the guy that much. Ran showed me the--"

"You think-- you think that's why I'm--?" A slightly hysterical sob burst out of you, followed by bitter laughter.

You grasped your sudden anger -- anger at him, and Ran, and yourself -- and shoved away from him roughly. Rindou didn't even look distressed when you gave into the urge to shove him again, letting out a strangled screech.

"I'm mad because you're an idiot! Because you and your fucking brother just breeze in and out of my life like no matter what you're just entitled to my lo--" You had the sense to halt that confession, turning your back on him to start pacing.

"And now you're gonna get into more shit and you'll be gone again and--"

"Y/N, look at me."

"Fuck no! You're stupid and this is stupid and I don't even know why I'm here--" Rindou stepped into your path, grasping your face in his hands and pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. You instinctively stepped back, inhaling sharply and he pressed forward, walking you backwards until you collided with brick.

"Not gonna leave you again." It was a distracted mutter against your lips; your hands gripped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling his mouth back to yours with a groan.

"Liar." Won't leave. Loves me. Lovesmelovesmelovesme--

"Promise."

Mine. Just as he leaned in again, a phone started ringing and you actually whined when he leaned back to answer it.

"What?" Rindou listened for a moment, eyes locked on yours as he caressed your face with his free hand.

"I'm with her now, actually. Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, and you smiled softly to yourself. His thumb shifted around to your lips and you nipped at it, earning a smirk.

"Fine, whatever. Bye, Ran." Much like his brother had done before, Rindou pressed his thumb against your mouth and you opened for him. This time, however, you swirled your tongue around it, and he visibly shuddered as he pulled back.

"Not the first time, pretty girl." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the grin he was wearing and rubbing furiously at your face.

Bastards.

《 Part Two 《

》 Part Four 》

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My Love Will Never Change

I am having a pretty rough time at life and I am the type that bottles stuff up. This song came up on my list and I was like 'damn this suits Ace and Marco so well' And I made myself sad. i thought you know, I wanna make a song fic and I'd been sat on this idea for like a month now and tonight? tonight is when I want to work on it, need to work on it, for me.

Some of my older Ace/Marco short stories have been included as memories, partly to use them again, make them into something a little longer, bigger.

So yeah, here's the product of my angst. This was written at 3am, so.

Marco x Ace SPOILERS Character death [Not Marco] ANGST SFW Bold: Lyrics Italics: Memories Song: Hide and Seek - Ivory Hours Word Count: 4,082

------------------------- All the paint is peeling But I can't burn it down It'll always be too soon -------------------------

Glancing down at the wanted poster, the paper had been folded over and over, dirt-stained certain parts of it, it was crinkled, some point it had been balled up tightly, thrown across the room in a fit of anger. Marco looked at the grinning pirate, the look of mischief on his freckled face. It was the only real thing other then his medical supplies that he had bothered taking with him when he retired to Sphinx, saying goodbye to the only family he’d ever known.

Disbanded, blown to all corners of the world, as if the years together hadn’t meant a thing. He’d been angry at the time, sure, but now he had the clarity that only the passing of time could reward a person. Everyone had been hurt, they’d all lost people close to them, not just him.

The payback war had done little to heal their hearts, sooth their bruised egos, in fact it had angered old wounds, causing it to ache longer in the nights. He didn’t blame them for all leaving, he’d been their captain, Marco had let them down, no revenge was granted, no souls could rest at ease.

Not that winning would have brought them back.

Marco looked at the wanted posted in his hands, it was the only real picture he had left, he wished with all his heart it hadn’t been the only one, he remembered the photo that sat up in the kitchen, Thatch had it framed, pride of place, the one time they’d managed to get a photo of them together. Pops, Izou, Thatch, Ace, a few others, all grinning into the camera, he’d loved that picture. It had been buried with Thatch, it felt only right that it left the world, held in the chef’s hands as he was laid to rest, given back to the ocean, everyone was a son of the sea after all. He gripped the poster harder as his thoughts ran wild in his head. He wanted to throw it away, burn it in flames, the same flames he’d been used to Ace wielding without a care in the world.

But if he threw it away, that was all that was left of him, he’d be gone. No one really knew where Ace’s final resting place was, nor the memorial that had been erected in his honour so symbolise his life. Marco wanted to forget them all at times, he could be killed but he couldn’t die, a long life of painful memories stretched out like an unpleasant never-ending road.

He placed it between his fingers, pulling slightly, the top of the posted tore, just like his heart, he couldn’t, he felt tears pricking his eyes, he couldn’t. He set the poster down on his desk, hand over his face as he let it all out, sobbing bitterly. ------------------------- Memories are so fleeting But not the ones of you They run around like echoes And they split my heart in two ------------------------- The sun was shining, the sky blue, a perfect summer afternoon had settled on the island, it was a stark contrast to how the zoan felt, he sat before the looming stones of Ace and Whitebeard, no matter how dirty the stone got, how faded the engravings would get, the flowers wilted, died and came back again the memory of Ace would never leave him.

He tried to hold on tight to the memories of the others, how they looked, how they laughedat the dumb things Ace would do, Thatch’s awful jokes. Of all the people he’d lost, had been taken from him. Ace was the one that always stood out. He could never forget him, his heart ached every second they were apart.

That didn’t mean he ever wanted to forget him.

“Another year older huh birdbrain?” Ace hummed leaning back against the blond, staring up into the pale blue sky.

“That is how time works yoi” Marco chuckled as he felt Ace’s hat bonk the back of his head, he sat cross legged on the deck reading his book, turning the page, hearing the younger pirate hum in thought.

“Why don’t you look your age? I’ve seen people waaaay younger then you and they look..” he wrinkled his nose thinking about some of the many people he’d seen in his time, both on and off the crew.

“I think it has something to do with my devil fruit” Marco turned another page, doing his best to absorb the written words as well as listen to his partner chatter on about such things. He felt Ace move, turning around to drape his arms around his neck. Chin resting on his shoulder as he peered down at the novel in Marco’s hands.

“Because of the phoenix?” Ace asked, fingertips gently stroking Marco’s chest as he thought about the tori tori no mi fruit’s most powerful mode.

“Yes, I think it’s stopped me aging as fast as most humans, I ate it when I was younger and I’ve not changed that much” He moved his hand to one of Ace’s bringing the freckled pirate’s hand to his face, kissing along the fingers softly.

“Does that mean I’m going to look older than you?” He could hear the pout in Ace’s voice at that prospect. Marco laughed, he loved that his boyfriends only concern in their age gap was he never wanted to be the older looking one.

“You’ll always be very handsome yoi” Marco smiled, he glanced over his shoulder and sure enough the mera mera no mi users was blushing, he loved when he blushed, it really brought out the freckles on his face.

“I’m sure when you reach my age you’ll look very distinguished, I think you’d look cute with strands of white hair, maybe a beard if you’re ever able to grow one yoi” Ace huffed, mumbling under his breath, he moved and gave Marco a nip on the side of his neck.

“Shut up”

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But I can't let this guilt hang Like shadows from your name I can't let you slip away Like some forgotten face -------------------------

Marco had replayed Ace’s last moments over and over, not just when he slept, the nightmares were awful, of course they were, a reason he tried to stay up late, focus on the paperwork he had to do, read a book, maybe read a few books. The night would drag on and no matter how he would try and run from the nightmares the phoenix would still find himself staring at the wall, the clock, ticking.

Then they’d strike, vile, dark shadows that always lurked at the corner of his mind, picking at his sanity like a loose thread on an already threadbare rug. Stepped on, overused, tarnished, pulling, fraying, ripping. The memories would attack him either way.

The same question would always emerge from the depths of his bitterness ‘Could I have stopped it? Could I have done more would he still be alive?’ He’d stopped blaming himself for Thatch and Pop’s death already, there was no way they could have seen the betrayal that befell the cheerful chef. Pops was willing to die on the battlefield for the sake of all he stood for and those he loved with his entire heart.

Ace…

Ace, now that was different. He looked back on the moment, they’d all started to retreat, the defeat was in their cards, they came to save the man and that’s what they did, better to leave with what they had left and not let Whitebeard’s death be in vain.

Marco stared at his desk, his paperwork long forgotten as the thoughts dragged him lower and lower, the tip of his pen started to dig into the wood, scoring lines, he absently dragged the feathered pens tip against the grain of the desk. The sound never reached his ears, dissociating into the moving pictures of his memories.

He couldn’t blame himself anymore, the guilt would tarnish his precious thoughts of his soulmate, he couldn’t let the lines blur, he wanted to keep the memory of that bright smiling face simple, happy, something he could look back on with fondness.

That night Marco finally came to terms with the truth, Ace was reckless, his hot temper that everyone thought he’d managed to tame as he went from an angry boy on a warpath into a man with purpose and a life had been what caused his death.

It was sad, tragic, but Marco needed to stop looking at what he did and didn’t do. He sighed, looking at the pattern he’d absently scored into the wood of his desk, a little flame, he chuckled to himself, thinking of it as a metaphor for the flame he still carried for the other pirate. -------------------------

Not when I all my bones are screaming out My love will never change There's a place inside my heart Where you'll never be far -------------------------

He would remember the good times he’d had with his younger partner; he’d keep his memory alive in the happiness he’d brought Marco. He dropped the pen, pushing away from the desk and staring at the walls, all the medical charts, other lighthearted images to that helped to keep children distracted from shots.

Marco removed his glasses, folding and setting them on the desk as he stared at the posters around the room, his eyesight had gotten bad in time, the posters shapes and colours fuzzy around the edges, he blinked his half-lidded eyes a few times, thinking back.

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Marco knew Ace was back, he’d heard the ruckus of people welcoming his partner back aboard, he wanted nothing more then to drop his workload, rush out and greet Ace, he’d been gone for a few days, which didn’t seem like a lot but he found himself longing for his partners return more than usual.

He tried to focus on the notes in front of him, peering over his glasses with an exasperated sigh, it wouldn’t do at all, a grown man like himself, someone in such a high position to drop his duties and rush off like a love-struck teenager to go and chase after Ace.

The zoan user had to be professional, not let his personal life clash with his work. The louder voices got to his office the harder was to remain rooted in place. He tapped his foot on the wooden floor, he’d messed up his notes more then once, he’d had to scratch out two spelling errors in a row.

Sounds, voices, laughs, all joyous and bright, he could think of Ace’s bright smiling face, freckled cheeks. That thought of being able to hold the younger man in his arms again was enough to drop his pen, slide his chair from under his desk.

The door opened, letting in bright sunlight, it silhouetted Ace perfectly, the older pirate smiled, his easy going expression had a softness, a definite fondness held in his tired eyes as Ace closed the door behind him.

“Where’s my welcome back huh?” Ace chuckled, cheeky grin on his handsome face, making his way over Marco, the blond met him halfway, arms wrapping around the smaller pirate, pulling him close, knocking the hat off of his head.

“Welcome back yoi” He took a breath, inhaling the wonderful familiar scent of his lover. Ace laughed, his own arms finding their way around Marco’s waist.

“I didn’t want to look too eager yoi” Marco smiled, brushing back loose strands of Ace’s raven hair, thumbs rubbing his cheeks, admiring the slight tan he’d picked up on his travels.

“I missed you firefly”

“I missed you too birdbrain”

They parted after the simple exchange; he couldn’t believe how much his spirits lifted when he was reunited with Ace. He watched as Ace put his finger up and dropped his bag on the floor, he started to dig through it, he grinned, satisfied with his find. In his hands were a stack of cardboard, cut in all sorts of shapes and in an array colour.

“So uh, I had to go to a few bars to find out some stuff” Ace tried to explain, not making eye contact with Marco, instead he shuffled the coasters back and forth, trying to express his feelings, even after all this time dating, Ace could still be shy, bashful, adorable.

“I went to a few bars” He coughed, straightening up, he finally made eye contact with the first division commander “And I saw these and well, I thought of you” He passed Marco the coasters.

Their fingers brushed in the exchange, Marco looked over the coasters, his eyes crinkled in a special fondness he only had for Ace. He placed the coasters on his desk, Ace watched his actions with a curious brow raised but Marco once again drew him into his arms, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

“I love them, thank you yoi” ------------------------- Away from me, away from me You'll never be, never be far Away from me, away from me I know your just, know your just playing Hide and seek, hide and seek -------------------------

Ace would remain alive in his heart if he had these memories, he reminded himself that as painful as the one where Ace was taken away from him could be, the happy ones would always win, outnumbering the bad.

It was late, no surprise, he stared at the clock, time never had an effect on him, not restrained by such a thing. The clock simply made a noise, something that he used to keep track of everyone else’s time, never his own.

Nights like this he swore he could feel him still, always at the corner of his vision, that if he turned there would be nothing there, so instead he looked forward, tired eyes watching the hands on the clock, the warmth he felt at his side, just beside him, the outline of the man he missed with all his heart.

The bright orange hat, the freckled skin, black wavy hair, his smirk. He’d tried to chase the ghost before, turning sharply when he thought he saw him, now he’d learned he wasn’t going to catch the spectre of a happier time.

He couldn’t chase what he realistically knew wasn’t there, Marco would sit here, watching the clock to distract himself, a lop-sided smile on his face, taking comfort in the feeling he wasn’t alone, the grinning face and kind eyes he would have to put together from his what he remembered.

Letting the spirit remain by his side, he could go without seeing it, he didn’t need the proof, he just wanted to feel his presence, letting the feeling of heat brush against his bare arm. He wasn’t alone, Ace was simply hiding. -------------------------

Your body was a cage then Like someone clipped your wings Couldn’t bring yourself to speak

------------------------- “Ever thought of channelling that anger into something useful yoi?” Marco asked, hand on his hip as he watched Ace pout harder, his head between his hands, fingers gripping at his hair, he was blinking back angry tears, tears he didn’t want the blond to see.

“Fuck you” He hissed, not making eye contact, he refused, those angry unshed tears threatened to spill at any moment.

Splinters of wood stuck out his skin, looking painful in some places, bruises already popped up on the young pirates skin, grazes that looked raw and bloody littered his arms, his elbows seemed to have taken the brunt of it, the doctor couldn’t be sure how badly his palms had been messed up, buried in his hair, tugging at the strands, a way to inflict pain on himself, an attempt to push his tears back.

“I’m a doctor, let me have a look at those yoi” Marco leaned down to touch the nasty mark on his arm, he yelled out, loud, aggressive, slapping his hand hard.

“Don’t fucking touch me you lanky piece of shit!” Ace got up off the floor, about to shove past the taller man before he was tugged back. He was about to snap, he’d pulled his fist back, flames engulfing it, he was about to give Marco the fright of his life when something tingled.

The place where Marco’s hand connected sprouted brilliant blue flames. The cool gentle feeling, easing what had been aching moments ago, it was enough to make Ace forget he was about to fire fist this overgrown pineapple.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore” Ace muttered looking at his arm, he had hurt so much moments ago, “I healed it yoi” Marco shrugged, he chuckled when Ace moved his arm around.

“My healing doesn’t work for long on others, you’ll need to come to my office so I can fix that, I won’t hurt you though, I promise yoi”

Ace stared at Marco, those angry eyes that had been close to tears simply blinked at him, a nod. For so long Ace had decided everyone hated him, that no one wanted to be close to him, he was terrified of letting anyone in, always pushing away.

Everyone here had been so kind, and he didn’t understand why, something told him he’d found his place, he had to allow them in, he was still fighting with what he was, the blood that made him a monster.

But these people….

Marco..

------------------------- I know that it took courage To wake up from the dream To close your eyes, and leave behind The ones you couldn’t keep

------------------------- “I thought you said you only had one brother?” He asked looking down at Ace, the younger pirate sat between his legs, his hands cupping the bubbles, clapping his hands together to watch a few that escaped flutter up into the air.

“I do now but before I had two” Ace paused staring at his feet, wiggling them at the edge of the tub, letting himself lean back against Marco, his back against Marco’s bare chest.

“What happened yoi?” Marco asked, his arms wrapped around Ace’s middle, gentle hands on his thighs, letting Ace take his time to tell his story.

“I’ve never told anyone this before…” Ace glanced up at Marco, furrowed brows, a worried expression that didn’t suit his handsome face, Marco was far too used to seeing it split into a huge grin these days.

“You don’t have to you know…” Marco grabbed a handful of bubbles, dropping some on Ace’s nose, said boy huffed, blowing them away before giving Marco a look, not that the first division commander paid the any mind.

“No, I want to, I mean, I think I need to just get it off my chest, ya know? And like… I love you so… I should tell you” Ace shrugged but Marco nodded, he smiled, this man had come such a long way, he’d never have thought the younger pirate would have ever calmed down, let alone be sharing a bath with him right now.

“His name was Sabo”

Ace explained everything that had happened, everything that led up to his brother’s death, how both he and Luffy had acted. So much made sense to the phoenix now, the anger that had plagued Ace all the way into his adulthood. He felt his heart aches for the pain his partner had to go through at such a young age yet his heart also soared, the fact that Ace was opening up.

The dark-haired man sighed, deep, shakey, letting his head fall back against Marco, he closed his eyes, it felt good to tell someone about Sabo, what had happened, it seemed like it was the start of being able to let go.

“I’m proud of you firefly” Marco turned Ace’s face to look at him, kissing him softly.

Marco sat back in his chair, the spectre of his partner seemed to sit on the bed, he wished he could turn, see his face again, her resisted the urge, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Did you get to see him again Ace? Sabo? Are you up there with Thatch and Pops?” He laughed at himself.

No answer, he didn’t expect it.

“At least you aren’t alone yoi” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, emotions from lack of sleep, the sensation of his lover still lingering, everything rushed up and hit the zoan all at once “I fucking miss you Ace… I miss wish you were really here..” ------------------------- Dying's just a door between two rooms And life is just a dream that ends too soon So for now I'll let you hide inside my heart Where you'll never be far away from me ------------------------- The next day after his duties as the villages doctor Marco went into he small town, buying a few things, a large bunch of flowers in one hand, something wrapped in paper under his arm, he placed them in his bag, taking a breath he turned into his full phoenix form, the only easy way to travel.

“Good afternoon yoi”

The graves didn’t answer, they never did, it was a force of habit at this point, he pulled out the vibrant flowers and set them down between the two graves, sitting on the grass, closing his eyes, the wind tussled his hair. He sat cross legged, basking in the beautiful weather.

He tried to feel for the energy that visited him last night, was Ace here with him? He could sense the warmth in the air, the grass waved from another gust of wind, the petals of the flowers he’d brought waved and swayed.

“I know it might… it willbe awhile before we are together again yoi” He picked at the grass in front of him, clutching at the narrow green strand, pulling it from the ground, playing with it before letting the wind claim it.

“You just got to keep waiting for me Ace, I know waiting was never your strong suit but I’m on my way, I promise” Those same tears he’d tried so hard to fight off before came back, he didn’t care if Ace and Pop’s saw him cry, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Sometimes he wished he could have traded years of his own life to give to Ace, he was a fire that burned too fast and too bright, his life snuffed out in a blink of an eye. Ace should have been here with him. He knew the guilt was bubbling up again, a warmth gently grazed his shoulder, masked by the wind that whirled around on the hilltop.

“Maybe I’m going mad in my old age yoi” Shaking his head, he picked at the grass, a weak smile. Thatch and Pop’s would have teased him about being a ‘birdbrain’ and Ace would tease him for being so cryptic.

“It feels like your still here with me…”

He’d sat on the hill for hours, talking, spending time with the memories that left him happier despite knowing they could never repeat, would never make new ones, he decided it was okay, focus on the good, they’d keep him warm at night.

On his return home he opened his bag, pulling out the brown paper covered object. He smiled softly to himself, working away on his desk. He’d spent too long in the past, what had come and gone, he didn’t want Ace’s memory to fade but the time for being sad had come to an end.

Marco picked up his handywork, walking over to the wall, item in hand, he found a good place on the dark wood wall. “Ace, I’m sorry I didn’t push the move to Wano before” Marco found where a nail had stuck out the wall from a previous object being hung here. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen” He placed the string over the nail, making sure the frame hung neatly “I’ll do it for you, I’ll go to Wano, I’ll complete what you set out to do yoi” He stepped back admiring the framed wanted poster of a one Portgas D Ace.

“You never know, I might join you sooner then later yoi” He smiled to himself, the shadows in the room faded, a feeling in his heart blossomed. Ace would be right there with him. ------------------------- Away from me, away from me You'll never be, never be far Away from me, away from me I know your just, know your just playing Hide and seek, hide and seek -------------------------

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