A/N: I was bored, so I wrote some MarcoAce. Okay, I should really go finish my other oneshot now. Also, sorry if the letter formatting is weird.

Enjoy!

Still Need a Date?

Prom Night.

The so-called "highlight" of a high-schooler's career. A moment they would remember for the rest of their lives. Well, if you had a date, that is.

Portgas D. Ace was a muscular, young, and handsome teen (thank you very much). He should have no problem getting a date. Right? There were tons of girls from school who would absolutely die if he asked them, so what was the problem?

Well, that's exactly what the problem was. Tons of girls. And Ace? Ace was gay.

It wasn't like he didn't appreciate the aesthetic of a woman. Ace had girlfriends in the past, but he wasn't as into it as he could've been.

To be fair, he could ask a girl to go with him, albeit just as friends, but this was his senior year, and he wanted to at least try enjoying himself. His brothers were forcing him to go (Luffy and Sabo, you bastards). They rented his tux and everything!

It's not like those two had any trouble getting dates. Luffy decided to go with his friends, which was to be expected. The Strawhats were always together. Sabo was going with Koala, and that surprised a grand total of zero people. They could have at least helped him get a date. Why was it that he, the eldest and (in his opinion) most attractive brother, was the one without a date?

It wasn't like he knew anyone to ask. Well... he did have someone in mind.

Marco Phoenix: the model.

It was no secret (at least to his brothers) that Ace had a huge crush on this man. When Sabo found those clothing catalogues under his bed, he teased Ace to no end. The blond had figured it out right away, but Luffy was clueless until he was told. More teasing had ensued after that.

Despite the constant teasing, Ace continued his crush. He just couldn't help it! The man was more than handsome and his perfectly sculpted muscles only added to his attractiveness. His silly pineapple haircut had charm, and those eyes... Marco Phoenix was the most attractive man in the city, damn it!

But why would Ace even think of asking Marco Phoenix to his high school prom? Well let's just say he was humoring himself. It's not like the man was going to write back.

Now here he was, staring at a blank piece of paper and clicking a pen anxiously. He had already made a few attempts (the overflowing waste basket said otherwise) at writing a letter to the man. Honestly, he didn't know what to write. It felt embarrassing, like he was a teenage girl or something.

'Should I include a picture?' he wondered. He pulled a spare picture of him, Luffy, and Sabo out and circled his own face hesitantly. 'I feel like a hitman.'

There was a sudden beep from his phone, alerting him of the time. 'Shit. 1am.'

Ace decided that this would be his final attempt and that he would send it no matter what. He spun the pen in his fingers so that the tip was touching the page and began to write frantically, both nervous and eager for sleep.

"Alright! Dear Marco Phoenix..."

Fan mail.

The love and words of the people who support you. A definite "highlight" of any celebrity's career. Right? Well, if you didn't have to sort it, that is.

The process was tedious and boring. Marco hated it. The content of the mail itself wasn't bad, but he was only allowed to read them after he sorted them. No fun. They were separated into categories from modeling requests to fan girl stalker letters (the latter of which made Marco shudder).

Many of these fan girl letters (both extreme and toned-down ones) requested dates. Hundreds upon hundreds of dates (Marco thought about sending them actual dates once, but apparently having a sense of humor is frowned upon). Many of these girls were good-looking, so why didn't he take the chance?

That's exactly the problem. Hundreds of dates. With girls. And Marco? Marco was gay.

So now here he was, sorting through another pile of be-my-boyfriend letters laced with lipstick and heart-shaped stickers. Thankfully he was able to rope Thatch in on this torture too.

"Remind me again. Why do I have to do this?" Thatch whined.

"Because you like to look at girls, yoi."

This was true, as the brunet used this as an opportunity to possibly find a girlfriend. He failed every time, which was no surprise to anyone.

Marco was tired of reading all these declarations of love. He was tired of looking at pictures of long-haired girls, short-haired girls, tall girls, short girls, etcetera, etcetera. The model sighed in discontent. 'I want to take a nap, yoi.' he thought as his eyes closed slowly.

"Hey! This one's from a guy!"

The blond's eyes snapped open. He rarely ever got fan mail from men. Maybe there was a chance? He snatched the letter out of his brother's hand and tore it open.

"Whoa! Slow down there, speed racer! I know you're absolutely desperate for a boyfriend, but isn't it a little too soon to go perving on this guy?"

His teasing was ignored.

The first thing that fell out was a photograph. There were three teenage boys and one of their faces was circled in red pen. Marco assumed that this was the fan that sent the letter. When he focused the raven haired boy inside the circle, all coherent thought stopped.

Was he good-looking? Definitely. Muscular, too. Freckles dotted his face like stars and an adorable grin adorned it.

Fingers snapping in his face brought him back to reality. "Marco? You're blushing." The blond looked back up at his brother only to be met with a smug look and wiggling eyebrows.

"Stop that," he snapped, unfolding the letter.

Dear Marco Phoenix,

Hey! Or is that too informal? Sorry, I don't really know how these things work. I'll start off with my name. My name is Portgas D. Ace. I'm a senior at Grand Line high school. I bet that it's not every day that you get fan mail from a guy. Right? I hope this letter doesn't make you uncomfortable.

Anyways, I'm a big fan of your work. Is it fun? Some of the girls at my school tell me that I should get into modeling, but I'm not really sure if that suits me.

Speaking of suits, the tux that my brothers rented me is one that you modeled! Oh, I should probably give you some context. It's prom season at my school. My brothers rented me a tux because they're forcing me to go. Without a date.

That's exactly what this letter is about. I know it might be weird, but please read what I have to say. If you're not busy that day, would you maybe consider being my date?

Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I'm creeping you out right now. You don't have to even respond if you don't want to. Maybe you could think about it?

Sorry for disturbing you,

Fire Fist Ace

(Oh, sorry. That's my nickname)

Portgas D. Ace.

Oh? Now this was an interesting offer. Ace was definitely handsome and Marco was definitely interested. And besides, what's the harm in surprising a fan?

"I'm not sure that I like that look on your face, man."

"Shut up, yoi."

Prom night rolled around and Ace was still dateless. Unfortunately, his brothers still expected him to go. The tux was pretty expensive and it would be a waste not to use it.

Ace sighed. Currently, he was alone in their house. Luffy and Sabo had gone on ahead to meet their dates (in Luffy's case, group). He was fiddling with the bow tie in an attempt to tie it. It was no use. Sabo was better with these things. He guessed that he would get the blond to tie it later. He looked in the mirror, admitting that he cleaned up nicely even with the tie hanging around his neck.

It was a shame. Dateless on prom night.

Ace was barely listening, but he heard the doorbell ring. Nobody should have been visiting, but he decided to at least see who it was before heading out.

When he opened the door, he glanced at the clock, noting that he would be late if he stayed any longer. "Sorry. I've got somewhere to be, so please make this qui-"

Once Ace saw who was on his front porch, he almost had a heart attack.

The man in front of him smiled at him charmingly, illuminated by the porch light. This only made Ace's face heat up even more. The blond smoothed the light blue tie that stood out from the rest of his suit and offered a hand to Ace.

"So, Fire Fist Ace. Still need a date for prom?"