Rating: G
Characters: Marco/Ace
TW: None
Notes: "Marco/Ace and person a gets their head stuck in a fence and person b is the firefighter/good samaritan who helps them get unstuck."


"Are you- okay?" a hesitant voice asked from behind him, and Marco screwed his lips up, glaring at Fee and Foe, who merely twittered at him innocently.

"Oh yes," he groused, "I love having my birds taunt me for getting stuck in a fence."

He heard a muffled snort of laughter, and felt his head drop even more, sighing heavily. Fruitlessly, he tried again to pull his head out of the gap he'd gotten stuck in when he'd dived to try and catch Fee and return him to the bird cage, but he'd wedged himself to tightly.

"Do you- want a hand?" he heard the stranger ask from behind him, and though he considered another sarcastic reply (oh, give him leeway; he'd been here for three hours already, and Fum had been perched on his head for at least an hour and a half,) he tamped back the urge.

"That'd be appreciated, yoi," he said, and heard the quiet thump of bags on the pavement, before the stranger's sneakers came into view.

"Brace yourself," they warned, and then firm hands wrapped around his shoulder and chest. With a grunt, the stranger pulled backwards, and Marco tried to wriggle himself out of the stupid fence.

He popped free, and they both fell backwards, Marco managing to land on his heroic stranger. Groaning, he held his head, before letting out a thankful breath. "Thank you so much," he said, turning and offering a hand to the stranger to help him to his feet, "I thought I'd never get out of there."

The stranger grinned, his freckles shifting, and shook his head as he stood, further disheveling wavy black locks. "All good," he said, still flashing that ridiculously bright grin, and Marco felt his stomach do a few barrel rolls and a backflip.

Oh no, he thought, trying to figure out a comprehensible reply and failing utterly, he's cute.


AN: Marco's birds are called Fee, Fie, Foe, and Fum. Fee is a little escape artist and an ass and Fum likes to sit on him. In my head they're like ? Budgies?