Bigamy (Ace x Reader x Sabo) -Complete-

(A/N): I felt the last chapter wasn't enough so here is one with Reader in it also to make up for any late updates this has a special warning. Enjoy~

Warning: Lime ahead~

~Time can mend many things, but not reoccurring feelings~

It's been three and a half months since Ace took up illegal fighting as a hobby. It became his place to let out stress whenever he saw you with Sabo being lovey dovely. It really helped teach him to hold back now that he could vent elsewhere, yet that still wasn't enough. It would be a lie if he said it didn't hurt. There were times he felt so low suddenly crying out of anger. He didn't want anyone to see him in such a weak state or so he presumes. It was tough having to be strong and every day it got easier which was something he didn't want. He still wanted you, but the fact that his feelings for you are feigning. You found it outstanding how calm and collected he was around you two instead of being bitter. You began to gain that soft spot for him over time remembering how easy going he was with you. When left alone, you sort of admired him from the side although he's focused on a magazine or his phone. You liked the fact that he was slowly starting to get along with his own brother again. To that realization, your heart skipped a beat when he turns to you remembering how those red eyes stare at you so innocent complimenting his freckles on his cheeks. You blush slightly giving him a warm smile. In return, he always gives you a small one. You two would sit in silence afraid to start something that may trigger one of you. Sad to say that part hasn't passed.

You're disheartened over the truth that this hothead has possibly moved on. He hasn't bothered chasing you down anymore. You wondered why you would care for that. You felt selfish like those women who simply want attention. Those were the worst. Still, you supposed being friends wouldn't hurt anymore. You both moved on and held your own objectives. The only time you saw Ace is when you visit Sabo, but he's only there for a moment before heading out in a rush or just to lock himself in his room to rest. Whatever it was he did have him exhausted.

On that note, Marco seems to have pointed this out as Ace wrapped his arms in bandages. "You really need to stop fighting every day and getting your ass beat-yoi." He starts. Ace glares at him.

"I don't get my ass beat. I win at every one of them. If anything they're just battle scars." He argues.

"Right, well you should take a break from that. It's great to have underground fighting as your hobby, but not your lifestyle."

"What else is there to do?"

"Doing it every day, all day is eventually going to get you killed. Try running Pop's motorcycle shop. You were great at it when you were fourteen. It doesn't hurt to refresh your skills especially since Pop's will come home soon. He'll probably want a maintenance check before traveling again." So far Marco has lead him in the right direction. He could easily say no and earn easy money in the underground, but at the same time being an honest man and doing two things at once isn't so bad.

"Okay then, I could try that." Ace agreed.

"Good cause I am sure as hell am not doing it. I suck at it-yoi." Marco tosses the boy the keys to the building. "You're the new boss now."

"Hey wait! Did you just set me up?" He growls.

"Yes and no. You really do have talent in that shop and no one else can fix bikes except for you and Sabo, but you know he's much too busy with his work and lady-yoi." He smirks heading back inside. That word really didn't really suit him well. 'Lady', the idea of everyone calling you that just to tease Sabo still isn't acceptable that you belong to him.

As promised, Ace dropped by the bar for one last fight to announce his absence in the future. Everyone cried in disappointment since he was everyone's moneymaker, though the fame and praise were nice while it lasted. Opening the shop, there were at least five people inside fixing or building bikes. It was odd at first to see Ace for he was unrecognizable, but the keys in his hands said it all when the manager saw them. She held a porcelain skin, brown, short Bob haircut with two streaks of blonde from each of her bangs tips, hazel eyes, thick-rimmed glasses, beany on her hair with the shop's uniform containing the logo on the back and the front, with a pair of leans and black boots. She smiles wide greeting the man.