[Bellamy's POV]

Bellamy was sitting in a room; it was small with a bed and a bathroom with a shower. But that was it. No TV, and no doorknob on the inside. There were scratch marks all over the door. And what looked like dry blood.

He was being punished, for going berserk and going to the one person he had been told to stay away from.

He'd known Y/N since his senior year of high school, she was a sophomore and she was the artsy nerd type, he only ever saw her cause at the time he'd been seeing Perona in secret, and they were best friends.

He'd never gotten how their friendship worked, he did know though that Perona had always been jealous of Y/N. While Perona was pretty she didn't posses much of any talent, whereas Y/N while not ugly but not overly beautiful was immensely talented. She could paint, draw, animate and had a beautiful singing voice. He'd followed them once to their karaoke night and listening to her sing nearly putting him to sleep.

Y/N had no clue that Perona wasn't a real friend. The girl badmouthed and talked down about her whenever they weren't together. It'd always sat unwell with him. When he'd tried to get together with Y/N and she rejected him, he'd been depressed about it for a while.

He'd been dating Baby 5 for a couple of years when he saw her again with Heat of all people. She'd looked really good, and when she punched him, he'd been happy and had a slight hard on. But he couldn't let people know that he enjoyed hitting and being hit, it'd ruin his image. He usually got those urges out at brothels, since doing something like that to Baby 5 wouldn't go over very well with Doflamingo.

The hours before going to her workplace he'd imagined having her bent over her ass bruised with his palm prints while he fucked her pussy rough. He'd wanted her to hit him again, and she fought him. It added to the high he had already been on. But now he was in this room.

Beeeeep.

The door opened and in walked Doflamingo with a wicked grin on his face.

"How do you feel about being a bodyguard for your ex-girlfriend?"

[Heat's POV]

Heat was having a hard time watching you. All he wanted to do was take you in his arms and keep you there until all the bad things went away. But he knew that wasn't possible. You'd been held prisoner, tortured and sexually abused and you were still here? How? He knew most people who went through that either suffered their whole lives with PTSD or killed themselves. But here you were thriving. Or maybe you weren't.

When he couldn't take it anymore he stood up and brought her into him. He felt the blood in him boiling with each story you told. When you finally stopped talking he picked you up bridal style and sat down on the love seat with you.

Everyone had gone quiet, Kid looking like he wanted to punch something.

"Should we all stay here tonight?" Killer suggested.

"No guys please I'm okay!"

"I'll be enough. You guys can go home though." Heat was feeling a tad possessive right now, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

"And Killer you can pick any of the paintings here in the living room. I still want that recipe." Heat noticed you attempted a smile and he nuzzled your neck, taking in your scent.

Maybe we can screw her brains out to help her.

The damn little devil on his shoulder suggested he ignored his own carnal desires and instead focused on the tiny woman in his arms. You visibly relaxed into him and he started to stroke your hair and he surprised with how soft it was.

"Y/N...um well." Wire had no words hell none of them did.

"I'm sorry guys...I've never told any of this to anyone besides Shakky and Benn, they're the only other people who know. I'm sorry to make you all feel like shit."

"Why the fuck are you saying sorry?"

"Cause I feel like I shouldn't have said anything to you all. You all look like you're upset."

"That's cause we are but not at you short-stack." Kid said with his eyes on the floor. He got up patted Y/N on the head and then walked out of the apartment.

"We better go with him Wire and make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid." Killer got up and gave her arm a slight squeeze with Wire doing the same. "Text or call if you need anything from us Y/N. Get our numbers from Heat." 

After everyone had left, Heat saw that you were trying to get up, he allowed you to stand up and step away from him, but he didn't let you go too far away. You turned to look at him, your eyes puffy and red from the crying you did, he held out a hand, he was thankful when you took it. He caressed the top of your hand with his thumb and stared at you. 

"You uh, you don't have to stay here you know. I'll be okay."

Like hell, he was staying here and no way in hell would he leave you alone again if he could help it. 

"I want to stay here with you. I like being around you and I wanted to play you a song that I wrote for you."

You stared at him wide-eyed and mouth agape. 

"You wrote me a song? Why?"

"For the same reason you painted the ship from my favorite show. You inspired me to write just by being you."

Heat saw your cheeks turn pink, and you avoided his gaze, he tilted your chin and kissed your forehead deep and long, feeling you relax. He never did that, kissed a girl on her forehead, it was a form of intimacy that he never felt he had to express. But with you, he didn't think twice about it. He knew you needed it and he was more than willing to give it to you. When he felt you tug on him to bring his face closer to yours, you kissed his cheek right by his ear causing him to shiver. 

You both simply stood there for what felt like forever before Heat's phone ringing startled you both. It was a number he recognized but didn't save. Hell, he hadn't even tried to call this number in over two years. 

"Heat shouldn't you get that?"

"Naw I don't know who it is." He quickly blocked the number and then went to his guitar. "You have green tea? I need to warm up the vocals before I serenade you."

This made you chuckle; he enjoyed the sound it was light and airy, making him think of a chirping bird. 

After serving him tea, and him warming up his vocals and making sure his guitar was tuned properly he started to play the notes. Watching you sit and surprisingly you were watching his fingers, he saw you take out the sketchbook that Killer had hid beneath the pillow and grab a pencil and you started to sketch. He mentally laughed at that, knowing it would be a sketch of him.

He took a breath, and calmed his nerves knowing this was going to make or break the way his relationship with you. And it terrified him!

"Hey girl, you've got a smile worth a million in gold, and a hand that I love to hold. Warmth seeps into my heart, your voice making cascades of light shine through. I didn't realize when I first saw you that you'd be the one I shouldn't hold onto, but everything about you makes me come back for more.

I want to you to be, my greatest love story. The one who knows my heart and my mind, my only one of a kind. I want to be the canvas that you mark with so many colors, and I want you to be the reason I no longer run! I want you to be my reason!

You've got a voice that could ease my greatest storm. Your hugs so addictive and so warm. I could never even begin to imagine you the girl I want, the one I think I'll never get enough of!

I want you to be, my greatest love story. The one who knows my heart and my mind, my only one of a kind. I want to be the canvas that you mark with so many colors, and I want you to be the reason I no longer run! I want you to be my reason!

I know it's hard, I know it's wrong to even feel this way. When I think of everything I do and say, but you've made your mark you've made your way into my heart!

I want to be your greatest love story! The one who knows your heart and your mind. I want to be your only one of a kind! I want you to be my notes and keys I want to be the one you can always run to. I want to be your reason! Your reason!....Can we be our reasons? (Lyrics by TitaniaDLuna)

Heat finished with the song. Unable to look at you. He'd realized after you had sang with him and painted with him, that he liked you. Like really, really liked you. And he hated the idea of you ever being intimate with another guy. And most girls who he had, had sex with before now asking for a round two, he couldn't do it. He knew it would hurt you. He knew you were attracted to him physically, but he didn't know if you liked him the same way. He did what he always did when he needed to say something important. He wrote a song to help him say what he needed to say. 

When he dared to look at you, you had a hand over your mouth and tears in your eyes. Before he could ask if you were okay, you tackled him into a hug that made him fall back on your rug. You nuzzled into his neck and cried more.

"I don't deserve someone like you Heat. I know I don't. I am so broken, shy, I'm not beautiful by any means and unconfident you're everything that I am not."

"Bullshit! You create beautiful works of art, you stand up for yourself when you feel it's necessary, you fight for your friends, literally. You punched out Bellamy when he tried to besmirch Perona, you fought him off to protect Nami. You have survived Hell, and have come out of it stronger and..." He sat up with you in his lap and placed his guitar gently to the side, before grabbing your cheeks in both hands your teary eyes making him want to cry. "You are fucking beautiful. You shine so bright sometimes it's hard to look at you."

He waited until you nodded, and he placed a kiss on your forehead again. You surprised him by placing a quick kiss on his lips. Which he quickly made passionate when he grabbed the back of your head and placed his other arm around the small of your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back with as much passion he was giving you.

"Heat...I've uh never had a boyfriend. And I've never been sexual with anyone, and what happened to me doesn't count. I've gone to therapy for that and... I'm not scared of you."

Heat growled, he wanted to kill the guy who did that to you. 

"I'm willing to wait Y/N, I want to actually be a good boyfriend before I show you what a good lover I am."

You blushed and he brought you in for a hug.

"So we're a couple now?" You asked shyly causing him to chuckle.

"Yeah we are." He waited a minute of listening to your heartbeat against his. "So how's the sketch of me. Am I still handsome?"

"I couldn't finish it. You made me cry I couldn't see what I was doing."

"Well I could always play the music again. By the way what sketch did Killer see that made him tease you?"

"None you need to see right now!"

Heat laughed loud and happy. 

(Perona's POV)

She'd called Y/N's phone over and over again. What the hell were you doing that you were ignoring her! And friends? Since when did you have friends besides her? This was bullshit! You weren't confident enough to have more friends than her!

"Ms. Perona! Where are you going?"

"To see an old friend." She hissed. She would remind you just how much you needed her and how she was the only friend she could have, even if it meant being cruel in driving a wedge between you and your new friends. But she wouldn't let you be alone, after all with her new employer she would be moving back to her old home.