#fire meet gasoline

[not-a-unique-snowflake-blog]

I definitely wanna suck looking at him🦟

[firsttarotreader]

This is the slightly different version of Fire Meet Gasoline posted by Heidi Klum on her Facebook page on April 7th, 2017:

Source: Heidi Klum Facebook

It’s almost the same as the original, but it features a shot of Pedro’s character kissing Heidi’s character rib cage.

[pedropascsl]

PEDRO PASCAL in Fire Meet Gasoline (x)

[fortunethief]

For the Joel girlies and boys 🫶🏻🩷

[flightthrougheternity]

[joels-shitty-puns]

How strange, how odd.

What could these songs possibly have in common??

[oonajaeadira]

FLUFFBRUARY 12: graceful | volcano | blanket (Fire Meet Gasoline)

ADIRA'S SELF-IMPOSED FLUFFBRUARY RULES:

Six sentences.

Must be fluffy.

All 29 ficlets must feature a different Pedro.

All three words must be used (Fluffbruary prompt list here).

Use the words in order.

I reserve the right to break rules and/or cheat.

Everything about her is so graceful, so elegant, he wonders why she chose him, thinks about it constantly, counts himself blessed.

She’s enthralling, intoxicating, creates a burning inside him, a bonfire, a volcano, and yet she is slow motion and gossamer, rolling in the grass–

He would do anything for her, needs to take her hand and run away, escape from everything that’s tying her down because her soft skin and soft body do not deserve the cold bite of these chains.

Fire…she needs warmth like fire.

“Wake up, baby,” she says and her face floats into focus, framed by treetops above her as he comes to with his head in her lap, “it’s time.”

He rises, holds out a hand to help her up from the blanket, and they head for the truck that will carry them anywhere but here….

___

@fluffbruary

FLUFFBRUARY MASTERLIST

[dewitty1]

Fire Meet Gasoline

lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Characters, Original Pet Characters Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, idiots to lovers, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Past Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Healer Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Person of Color Harry Potter, Snark, Banter, Harry Potter Has Issues, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Drinking, anger management issues, Canon-Typical Violence, Workaholic Harry Potter, Sleep Deprivation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Pregnant Minor Character, Shower Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Swearing, Implied/Referenced Past Murder of a Parent, Bisexual Harry Potter, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2022, Digital Art

  Summary:

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭* . * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Excerpt:

Harry’s hands pressed into fists. How obvious was Harry’s listlessness if even a conceited twat like Malfoy could read it on his face? How pathetic and useless must he look, a Healer without patients, robbed of his vocation?

But Malfoy was right. Harry wasn’t his Healer. He wasn’t anybody’s Healer for the foreseeable future. And if there was more to life than work, it didn’t involve worrying about Malfoy and his dumb disregard of basic medical advice.

“Suit yourself, Malfoy,” he said. “Wear the fucking brace or not. But when your hand is useless, don’t come crying if nobody hires you to play Quidditch again.”

Malfoy closed the gap between them in one step. Closed his fist into the front of Harry’s shirt. His face was inches from Harry’s face. “Who told you that?”

Malfoy’s breath shook when Harry grabbed his collar. “Lay your hand on me one more time, and I’ll hex you back to fucking France.”

They glared at each other, hands tangled in each other’s shirts, when a feminine voice called from afar, “Draco?”

Malfoy inhaled sharply, eyes wide. There was a split-second of panic in his eyes.

Then Malfoy yanked Harry to him and kissed him square on the lips.

Harry stumbled back as Malfoy let him go. Malfoy turned a genial smile to the posh young woman striding their way. “Hello, Astoria.”

But the woman paid no attention to Malfoy. She stared at Harry. Her pretty mouth hung open, possibly the only concession to utter surprise that her upbringing allowed.

Harry, though, had no such upbringing to fall back on. Draco Malfoy had just kissed him. They’d been fighting, that much he remembered. They’d been fighting. Harry was so fucking irritated by Malfoy, but it hadn’t been a horrible feeling. The heat that had raged through Harry’s veins was a welcome change after two weeks of quiet desperation. But then instead of punching him, as Harry half-expected, Malfoy had kissed him. Pressed his lips to Harry’s lips. With no forewarning whatsoever. What the fuck.

He blinked at Astoria like a spooked owl.

(๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

[shoot-me-now-or-shoot-me-later92]

Sia - Fire meet gasoline behind the scenes

With Pedro Pascal and Heidi Klum

[getawayfox]

“No kissing on the lips, and two months in my guest room. Anything else?”

“Don’t fall in love with me, obviously.”

At that, Harry had to laugh. “I don’t do love, Malfoy.”

“Neither do I.” Malfoy winked. He fucking winked at him. “See, I knew we were meant to be together."

Fire Meet Gasoline by @lettersbyelise (Drarry, E, 63k)

[pedropascal24-7]

Here to push the “get Pedro in a rom com” agenda

[firsttarotreader]

Did a part II, for more gifs. 😄

[jdmorganz]

I mean this with as much respect as possible, but I identify as asexual and for me that means I don’t find myself sexually attracted to anyone most of the time. I obviously can see beauty in everyone. However, when I watch the Fire Meet Gasoline music video with Pedro Pascal I find myself swooning in exceedingly large amounts. That man is beautiful. 

[l4ngdonsad]

the feeling of your hand touching my face with a gentle move, is all i ever wanted. your lipstick smells so good on my lips. i hope that you don’t mind if i stay here with you a bit longer.

[soaringcloud]

fire meet gasoline

[galaxyedging]

I did a thing.

Based on the video for Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia.

TW:domestic abuse.

Cleansing Fire

It's not the bruises that hurt the most. Or the jagged cuts. Or the burst split of your skin. It's the wounds inside. The self-inflicted one's from the shame. For somehow believing you deserve this. For somehow thinking this is the price paid for love. You hid those wounds better than the cuts and scars, and no one has ever seen those. No one looks close enough at you. Until him.

Those burnt coffee eyes tell you as much. He truly sees you when he looks at you. It was striking the first time you saw him. The perfectly carved profile of his face. That strong chin and soft full lips. A face that was a luxury to behold in contrast to the dirty, cheap overalls he wore.

He was hiding just as well as you. A diamond in the rough. A smart, eloquent, beautiful soul sent down a bad path long ago. The way you gravitated towards each other each other was like something from the heavens. The pull of it stronger than any of the heavenly bodies. Except it wasn't a steady orbit. It was a consuming, decaying one. It pulled you crashing together. Lips, bodies, hearts. It crushed you together into one destructive force.

A forced that crashed through your ideas of love and split the ground below your feet open. From the crack a new, stronger ideal grew. It gave your feet purchase to stand strong and steadfast on the earth.

No. That wasn't love. Love doesn't have to hurt like that. Like you hurt me.

The new love took root. It grew towards the sun but remained in the shadows. The two of you twisted and intertwined together. Sharing, thriving, supporting. Until it reached for the sun too much and blossomed for all to see.

For him to see.

Its petals fell with each hit. The vines tore with each split of skin. It wilted and wavered under the storm of his temper. A storm that once electrified you. That made you feel alive in its wake with the petrichor in the air. Before it turned on you. To batter you with its ferocity. To slowly wear you down with each furious blow. The storm came to eclipse your sun to stop you reaching for it.

The eye of the storm gave you a reprieve. Little did you know it wasn't just the eye. It was the end of the storm. The vines around you had grown stronger. They'd risen up to protect you. To allow you to flourish in the sun.

The wildfire spread, destructive but necessary. It cleared the old and rotten. It made the air thick with it. You breathed it in, used it. With the earth clear, you were free to not only survive but to bloom. To provide protection of your own. To enrich the world that had passed you by.