Title: Stolen Hearts. Pairing: Ron Delite/Desiree Delite Warnings: None! Summary: Desiree Delite never thought about marrying anyone. The whole thing seemed to be something from fairy tales. She had things to do, people to see, goals to get to, and she never considered it. But then he was there. Words: 911 Notes: This is my piece for the Ace Attorney holiday exchange for @qqideest! I saw you liked Ron/Desiree so I wanted to write something about them, since I never write anything soft. It was a lot of fun! I hope you like it and I hope you have a fantastic holiday! Also fun fact: it’s always been a headcanon of mine that Ron took Desiree’s last name.
Desiree Delite had never fallen in love. There was always teasing, and going on dates, but never love. It wasn’t her style. She preferred laying back, getting done what she needed to. Only meeting people who helped her with that goal.
But then he was there.
Working at the Lordly Tailor wasn’t the ideal job. She wanted to be a therapist, but with money always being tight and the inability to finish school; it was the best she could do for now. She was great at sales, a little bat of the eyelashes, a small wink, and a large sale would come naturally. Sure, the store was always a mess and the customers were rude, but it was a living.
The holiday rush meant longer hours and more security. Then it happened. Like something out of a movie. Everything freezing, a fuzzy blur of people and shelves, lining the solid metallic structure of the building. The lights seeming to focus in, like a spotlight for her eyes alone. Him.
She’d never call it love at first sight, she’s never been into that cheesy stuff. More like appreciation, or adoration. The light shining off his red hair, curled into cinnamon rolls on the side of his tiny face. He was perfect, and Desiree knew.
Her whole shift was a blur, people coming and going in lines of faded colors, yet he stayed shining strong- the focus of her sight, the way he seemed to be an oxymoron, so confident and yet so cowardly. The way he paced back and forth, caring, yet serious. The kind of man that you could know your whole life and still not know everything about. Mysterious, yet kind and open. She was completely and utterly in awe. Day after day went by, and observing turned to distraction as she watched him like a school girl with a crush on the little boy on the playground. Looking away every time their eyes accidentally met. Distracted.
Closing shifts were always her least favorite. It left the store in a chilling aura, lights shutting off as people still moved about, music shutting off as the workers clean, the scent of dust and cardboard boxes. Populated yet abandoned. Then, all at once it came crashing down. Her arms gripped in a stranger’s hands, while the other one reaches into her pockets, in search of something, anything. Her kicking in protest, black boots wriggling in the air as a stance of dramatic yet ineffective fight.
But then he was there.
Screaming. Wailing until he’s purple and red in the face. “Please!! Let her go!!” echoing through the empty store, bouncing off the metal shelves. It’s unconventional, and yet charming. It’s not the heroic rescue she thought it would be. Her fantasy of the type of guy he is changes all at once, and she stares in silence at him, just wondering.
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Ron stares at the red motorcycle in front of him. Three dates into their life, and he’s debating running away. But riding down the highway, arms wrapped around her waist, and the wind blowing through his hair is enough to change his mind. Watching as her brown hair seemed to shine in the sunlight. And suddenly, he knew he would do whatever it took to make her happy.
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Desiree had kissed people in the past, friends she’s gotten too close to, boys in high school, quiet moments that meant nothing. Just a kiss.
But then he was there.
They’re sitting on the back of her motorcycle, a quiet hill away from the city. Japanifornia was big and beautiful, but the mountains always drew her in way more than the skylines ever could. The stars seem to flicker quietly and they seem to sit there forever, talking about their hopes and worries, and their futures. Ron is kind, and cowardly, but he’s well meaning and he loves his job. Desiree talks about her goals of being a therapist, and the way she’s tired of money always being tight.
Then it happens, her sentence interrupted by the feeling of his lips on hers, and she’s not upset he cut her off. “Ah… sorry,” he seems to stutter out nervously. She grabs him by the back of the neck and returns it. And the two sit in silence a little longer. Just enjoying each others company.
And Desiree can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the week.
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They’re laying in their oversized bed and watching some cheesy Japanese thief show, and she watches as his eyes seem to sparkle every time there’s a robbery. She wonders what it’s like in his head - he’s so mysterious, yet so open, and she knows no matter how long she spends with him there’s so much she doesn’t know.
“Marry me.”
It’s quick, and it’s firm. Like an order rather than a request.
Desiree Delite never thought about marrying anyone. The whole thing seemed to be something from fairy tales. She had things to do, people to see, goals to get to, and she never considered it.
But then he was there.
He nods, and instantly, everything’s changed. She’s suddenly the person she’s vowed she would never be, and somehow. That’s okay.
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Ron comes home the next day with a diamond ring. It’s large, and sparkly, and Desiree wonders how he could afford it. He gives a small smirk, and says he’d steal the stars out of the skies for her.
He wonders if she knows.
