He's An Angel. {Marco/Reader}

One Too Many.

"I told ya I could beat ya in a drinking contest yoi!" The blonde slurs, his index finger attempting to point to you but only ending up in the direction of the jukebox sitting to the far side of the room.

Not that you were in any better state, the only reason you hadn't falling over yet is because you're clutching onto the bar for dear life, your legs wobbling rapidly in their stance. At this point, you're so wrecked that the entire world just seems utterly beautiful in your eyes, even Marco does.

"Something has been troubling me all night though yoi...what is the meaning of life? I mean, why is that quote so popular? What is the meaning of 'the meaning of life'? Who came up with that?" Your eyes glued to the blonde before you, completely awestruck and your mouth falling ajar.

Oh my God! Marco asking all these deep questions! He's so deep...in spirit too! Like an...like an angel! Of course! HE IS AN ANGEL! THAT'S WHY HIS HAIR IS SO BLONDE!! MARCO THE ANGEL! I'VE HEARD IT SOMEWHERE BEFORE! IN THE BIBLE, SURELY!!

Marco being completely blind to your clearly mesmerized state and continuing on with this pondering. His elbow resting on the bar in order to keep his body upright as he chuckles to himself in deep thought, is it the alcohol or the fact that he's an angel? You're not sure but for some reason, his laughter just sounds so beautiful to you, like music to your ears.

"I mean...is the creator of the question still alive yoi? Are they still wondering what the meaning of life is?? OR HAVE THEY FOUND OUT?!" The male's orbs widen with his question and for once you can see all of the white in his eyes, they're not in the slightest bit lidded anymore.

OF COURSE! HE IS DEFINITELY AN ANGEL, HE'S SO CURIOUS OF HUMANS! HE MUST BE! But...Angels don't like to be exposed...especially not in a pub full of people! How do I ask without alerting him...?

"Marco!" You slur suddenly, causing the blonde to immediately fall silent from his vocal pondering, his dilated pupils staring down at your form and waiting patiently for you to continue as his eyelids narrow back to normal. "Are you a..." How do you say angel without actually saying angel?! 

Without thinking it through cleverly, you decide to ask the troublesome question using gestures rather than words. Spreading out your arms, you give them a quick and hopefully discreet flap with a wide and drunken grin etched into your features.

PERFECT! NO ONE WILL SUSPECT A THING!

Little do you know, the entire pub are now looking at you as if you're fresh out of the insane asylum, Marco even staring at you slightly bewildered. The male slowly spreading his arms out himself and beginning to mimic your actions.

"I don't know what you mean yoi, is this an exercise?"

"No, I was trying to ask if you're a..." Your weak and tired arms drop sluggishly down onto the bar with a loud thud, not that you can even feel it given your current state of mind. Admittedly you're relying on those limbs to keep you on your feet at this point though, a frown etching into your features as you try to think. What could be another word for ang--I GOT IT. "A...big fuckin' bird?"

ANGELS LOOK LIKE BIG FUCKING BIRDS, HE'LL GET IT!!

"I don't know, maybe? Do I look like a bird yoi...?" He questions as he continues to flap his arms, this time a little faster as if they're really wings. A wide and almost childish smile gracing his lips when he glaces back up at you. "I must be, [F/n]~!"

Of course he's only convinced because in his drunken vision, it seems like he really does have wings. However, it's just because the hoodie he's wearing is much too big for him...given the fact that it actually belongs to his older brother, Thatch. But his confession is enough to have your drunken ass fooled. 

"I knew it! You're an a--" DON'T SAY ANGEL, PEOPLE ARE LOOKING! "A-Angle!" An angle...yes, that works! The pub's customers raising their brows as they watch the pair of you in complete shock and confusion. Looks like you've managed to keep Marco's 'true' identity a secret!

"FUCK YEAH, I'M AN ANGLE YOI~!!!" The blonde blurts excitedly as he flaps his arms more rapidly, it's doubtful that he even knows what you meant in this moment. The man beginning to chuckle cheerfully as he turns toward his old friend, Shanks.

The red-haired male sat with his friends at the back of the pub, he wasn't with the pair of you tonight but he was sure staring at you both curiously from his booth. "SHANKS! I'M A FUCKIN' ANGLE YOI~!!"

"So I heard...? D-Do you two need a cab called or something?"

Tomorrow, you'll both undoubtedly regret this drinking contest... 

"I'M A BIRD YOI, I NEED NO CABS~!!"

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