#just like fire

[eclecticwrites]

WIP Tag

Tagged by @littleblackraincloudofcourse

Thanks for the tag lol I'm going to share a snippet from the Ch. 7 of Just Like Fire:

Sanji swung his leg out and his heel smacked into the base of the enormous tree in front of him. Hours ago, he searched the island for the largest tree he could find. Once he stumbled upon it, he kicked it with all his might.  He barely made a dent in the bark. Since that first kick, Sanji had attacked the tree trunk over and over. The sun passed over him. It sank into the horizon. Fireflies floated around him and owls hooted from their perches. But still, Sanji released kick after kick into the base of the tree.  Pain screamed through his leg muscles. His thighs, calves, even his bones begged for a rest. But he ignored it; biting clean through the filter of his cigarette as he grit his teeth against the urge to stop.

Tagging: @skypiea and @dandunn if you'd like to join! No pressure!! And if anyone else wants to do this, feel free to!!

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh @ghostfacefricker6969 @harahettania @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 25: Just Like Fire

“You know what’s really weird?” Your question drifts to Ace, who hums softly. The two of you had been sitting in the back of his truck bed, the vehicle parked in an open field where the First Division fire department would do drills.

You hadn’t slept long in the station, just a couple hours. After eating something and reassuring Sabo you were okay, you asked Ace if there was a quiet place closer than Pops’ field where you could just sit. Your older brother was going to start gathering up the paperwork, taking care of the heavy lifting for you again, and for the first time in your life, you were comfortable letting him do that.

It was how Sabo fought most of the time. He was good at it, and it gave him something to do that wasn’t detailing a plan to murder your parents for everything they’d put you through.

Put you both through.

But now the sun was dipping low. Ace was leaned against the back of the truck cab, and you were leaning back against his chest, eyes squinting at a sun that became stronger and redder as it sank closer to the horizon.

“I’m not angry.” You feel Ace perk up behind you. Leaning back even more, you settle into him, letting him rest his chin against your head. “I’m not sad, either. Or scared. I don’t know if my parents simply wore me down all my life, or that everything else has just been too much, but now that I’ve slept, I don’t feel as bothered by it as I think I should be.”

“It might come crashing down later.” Ace says. His voice is a little melancholy, like experience was talking.

“It may.” You agree. “But… I won’t be alone.”

Ace’s arms wrap around you and his legs come up next to yours, pulling you close and holding onto you. “No, you won’t.”

You can feel yourself relax into him more. He nuzzles the side of his face into your hair, sitting with you in the quiet moment of the sun setting in front of you. The warm kiss pressed into the mess of your hair feels impossibly heated, and somehow you know he’s watching the sun almost as intently as you are.

“Feel like you wanna fly into it?” He murmurs.

It’s hardly much of a movement, but you nod, humming softly in your chest. “It’s not overpowering, though. Feels like it would be a good stretch, if that makes sense.”

“Nice, but not necessary?” He questions and you nod. “Good.”

The smile on your lips can’t be seen by Ace, but you’re sure he can sense it. “You’re not jealous of the sun, are you Ace?”

“Jealous?” He scoffs, huffing into your hair. “No. That’s enemy number one to me.” His arms and legs tighten around you just a little. “Hangin’ in da sky threatenin’ to steal you away. You’re my light, not it.”

You flinch, your muscles tensing in reaction to his declaration. The heat rushing up to your face isn’t the flames of your own curse, but you almost wish it was. Ace nuzzles into the crook of your neck, resting his chin against your shoulder.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“You - you can’t see anything right now.” You pout.

“Mi Luz.” He releases his hold on you a little. “Turn around for me, pajarito?”

You shift enough that your shoulder is nestled against his chest, knees tucked up to your chest, keeping yourself in the lose cage of limbs he’s put around you. It takes you a moment to look up at him, but your heated face is painfully obvious, even in the dying light there’s embarrassment written all over your features.

“You’re cute when you blush.” He repeats, kissing your cheek gently.

“You’re a fire hazard when you blush.” You pout in return. Catching the flicker of flame from his hair you laugh, and he pulls you close, assailing you with quick kisses and turning your teasing laughter into something else.

“Ace!” You laugh, putting your hands over his mouth. “Ruffian!” You huff, catching your breath as he kisses the palm of your hand.

“Tyrant.” He corrects, voice muffled by your hands.

Lowering your hands, and your gaze, you’re desperately trying to keep your own flames from flickering against the darkening sky.

“You’re… um… mi… sol.” You barely manage to say the words, but Ace certainly heard them. The rush of fire is brief but strong, and as the flare billows around you both, Ace pulls you in close. His hands splayed out on your back, his cheek pressed into your chest. It’s an action full of desperation and restraint.

After the flames fade away you comb your fingers through his hair. The warmth of his body shivers against you, his fingers trembling against your skin. You don’t know all the things that cause him to hold onto you like this. With Sabo’s words you can guess, and knowing who his father was makes the understanding a little more. Maybe one day he’ll tell you, but even if he doesn’t, to you, it doesn’t matter.

After a few moments the tension in Ace’s body relaxes, his breathing steadies and his hands move easily against your back. The slow, deep breath in, is a warm breath released into your chest. Almost more of a sigh than anything else.

One arm holds your waist as he sits up and back a little, slate grey eyes looking into yours, the last flickers of the setting sun dancing in them. There’s a peaceful smile on his face, but you can see more behind it. The emotions that swirled between you weren’t going to calm just from a hug.

“Ace,” you murmur his name as his other hand cradles your face. Your hand over his you lean into him, white flames shivering off your shoulders. His orange fire mirrors yours and you’re sure he knows.

Certain he feels the same.

You could leave it there, fire against your skin, and it would be okay. But more than you needing to say it, you felt like he needed to hear it.

“I love you.”

[quinloki]

Just Like Fire

Here y'all, have an excerpt from the Ace x Reader story that has taken over my attention the last few days.

“I’m not going to ask for permission or something archaic like that, I need some logistical help.” Ace says, his face going pink.

Sabo smiles. “Sure, but, uh… pants?” He prompts. You and Ace both look down and realize Ace is only in boxers.

It’s a little less that he’s just in boxers, and a little more that the boxers have a phrase on them.

“In case of fire, pull out hose-!” The words left your mouth and comprehension hit you at the same time. You can feel the heat in your face as you turn away to hide your embarrassment – and stop yourself from continuing to stare at his crotch.

Ace’s face is in his hands, and he’s red down to his shoulders, too mortified to move. “Gift.” He says with a groan. “They were a gift from Thatch.”

“Pants.” Sabo asserts, and Ace manages to unroot himself and go into his room to get pants.

[pinkdaily]

Just Like Fire (2016)

[sw3et3m0]

Kyumaraj Frogs 🥰✨

I WAS BASED ON MEME HELP

[princessbriarrose]

finished her ref!

[mortifiedandawesome]

Pink - Just Like Fire (SHUMSKIY remix)

[steveharrington]

i think ultimately the core of what irritates me about the t swift craze is that she’s constantly getting props for things that … literally aren’t true. people act like she’s self made, she is not. people act like she’s a social activist, she is not. people act like she’s constantly going to great lengths to uplift other women, she is not. like if people were just like yeah i love her music :) then okay! but it’s the constanttttt applause and praise and worshipping for things that are just patently false that really makes me feel insane

[eclecticwrites]

Several Sentences Sunday

Tagged by @littleblackraincloudofcourse

How about another preview for the next chapter of Just Like Fire?

“I’m not getting strong enough,” Sanji muttered. “I’ve hit a wall with my training. I don’t feel sore anymore. I don’t feel challenged.” “That’s my fault,” Ace said. “I’ve never been trained to fight. I’m a brute in hand-to-hand combat; I'm not graceful like you. Even when you’re avoiding my arrows, there’s only so much I can do to challenge you. Once you know all my tricks, what else is there to learn?” Sanji sat up straighter, placing his free hand on Ace’s cheek. “No, no, my love. I don’t blame you for my weakness. I need to find new ways to get stronger; that’s not your responsibility.”

Thanks for the tag!! I'm tagging @skypiea and @dandunn, but again, no pressure to do it if you don't wanna!! Also anyone else who wants to do this, feel free to!!

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh @ghostfacefricker6969 @harahettania @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 22: 3 to 1

When you and Ace arrived at the All Blue it was still busy. You were there about ten minutes before closing and while no new customers were coming in, at least half the tables were still occupied. A severe-looking man with cropped green hair had been standing guard at the front doors, but he’d let you and Ace through.

“Zoro turns away customers for Sanji when the place gets busy to this point. Business is good, but getting your staff home at a decent hour is more important, at least to Lyn and Sanji.” Ace says as the two of you work your way through the restaurant to the bar.

The bartender that Ace had pointed out the last time gives you both a smile. “Ace, are you here to help close?” She asks and he nods.

“Sabo’s sister needed to talk to Sanji about something, so we volunteered to help free up some time for him, what can we do to help?”

“Ah, if you can get the tables and booths cleaned up that are empty, that’d help. Zoro can’t help until we can lock up, and we’re going to be a bit with the last few tables tonight.” She says, and looks toward you. “I’m Lyn.” She reaches out a hand, shaking yours.

“Quill,” you say. “Sabo’s mysterious sister.”

“Ever worked in a restaurant?” Lyn prompts, and you can tell from her grin she’s expecting you to say no before you even say it.

“Ah, no.”

Her grin breaks into a full smile. “It’s okay, there’s plenty of easy stuff to do. Our dishwasher could probably use an extra set of hands, how’re your shoes?”

“My shoes?” You question looking down. “I’ve got the sneakers I wore camping earlier on.”

“That’s good, better’n being in heels. I’ll introduce you, don’t worry, Duval’s bad at winking, but if you can help him stack trays he can get the dishes washed faster.” Lyn nods for you to follow her, lifting a section of the bar and having you come back.

The kitchen is brighter than the front of the house, and there’s almost eight other people back there. One of them is a tall man who would probably tower over Ace, with blond hair and a smile that seems a bit strained. Lyn introduced the two of you and had Duval show you how to stack trays so you could help him out.

It wasn’t difficult work, but it was more physical than you were used to. Grateful for your nap earlier and the fact that you weren’t fighting against your mother’s “medicine” anymore, you managed to be more of a help than hindrance; Duval only had to fix a couple of your trays.

Once the last of the customers are gone and the place is nearly closed up and cleaned, you, Ace, Lyn, and Sanji are sitting in a back booth while the last couple of employees finish up and leave.

“Luffy said something about you needing to ask about my brothers,” Sanji says, an apologetic look on his face. “He’s never been one for details, so I don’t know why you wanted to talk about them, but if there’s anything I can do to help you, it would be my pleasure.”

You smile, and then bite your lip a little. You make a few more gestures before Ace takes your hand in his and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m… technically, betrothed to Ichiji.” You finally manage to say and watch as both Lyn and Sanji’s eyes go wide and their jaws go slack. “Aside from the obvious fact that I don’t want to marry him, I’ve also recently learned that I am, in fact, cursed.”

Lyn’s mouth closes, but Sanji’s goes almost wider, he murmurs a swear under his breath in a foreign language and you nearly snort.

“My parents don’t know yet, and I don’t know what curse I have either,” you continue. “At least not yet, but my parents are my problem, and the details of my curse aren’t something I can control. What I need to know, what I was hoping you could tell me, was that if I tell Ichiji I’m cursed, what’s he possibly going to do?”

Sanji stares blankly for a moment, and then opens and closes his mouth a couple times before closing it and furrowing his brows. He’s quiet as he takes out a cigarette and lights it, barely inhaling before billowing smoker into the ceiling.

“Ichiji won’t marry someone who’s cursed.” He says flatly, but despite his words it doesn’t look like he’s thrilled about whatever else is on his mind. “What he’ll do in reaction is hard to say. He could lose his cool the moment you tell him, or he could decide he simply doesn’t care. The real problem would be the old man.

“Judge could make the whole thing a spectacle.” Sanji continues. “I don’t think he’d get the Celestials involved, but he could ask for heavy restitution from your family.” He pauses, shock crossing his face for a second before he takes another drag. “Er, if I can ask, how’d you learn you were cursed so late in life?”

“Oh, well… um. It seems my mother has been poisoning me most of my life,” you admit quietly. “And I think my curse saved me, but I was so weak I couldn’t do anything else with it.”

“Your mother did what?” Lyn questions before putting her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I just, that’s horrible.”

“Haaa… yeah, and it’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay what she did, but I mean, you don’t have to apologize.” You clarify.

“Well, if that’s the case I can’t imagine you’ll be upset if Judge goes for your family then.” He says with a shrug. “I could be there when you meet with Ichiji, if you want? I might be disowned, but I’m not disavowed, he can’t lash out at me without any repercussions.”

You shake your head. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think he’s been particularly invested in any of this himself. He’s had a sense about Ace and I before I did, but even that didn’t bother him. He might be relieved, honestly.”

Sanji shakes his head. “No, relief isn’t really something he can feel. But you’re right, he might just not care.”

“The only thing that leaves then, is telling my parents.” You say, letting out a long slow breath and leaning your head on Ace’s shoulder.

“When are you meeting with Ichiji?” Sanji prompts and you look at your phone.

“Six hours? We’re supposed to meet for a brunch.” You answer.

“Ask him how far he had to travel,” Sanji says. “If he’s not in town for business and has been traveling just to meet with you, pay for that brunch yourself.” He asserts. “Even if he has been in town for business, you should still probably do that.”

“Will that help keep him calm?” You question, lifting your head off Ace’s shoulder.

Sanji nods. “Be extra polite.” He shudders. “Stoke his ego if you can manage it. He and the others are real bastards about rights versus commoners. I maintained my rights even though I didn’t want them because the Government stepped in, but with a curse… tch.”

��He’ll know that the government will bury my ties to my family.” You admit. “Yeah, I was already thinking about that. Not that it’ll make any difference if reparations are demanded.”

“You’re still royalty?” Ace questions, looking at Sanji.

Sanji shakes his head. “I sold my rights to fund this place.” He says. “But even with my rights sold my blood’s still legitimate. Ichiji and the others can’t treat me like a commoner without repercussions. Honestly, it might be the only reason the restaurant’s never been targeted.”

“But, two more months and it won’t matter.”

“Huh?” You and Ace make the same sound at the same time and Lyn and Sanji both smile.

“Germa’s only in town for another two months. With all the other islands and seas, they’ll probably never end up back on this island again.” He explains. “After that it won’t matter what my brothers think, they’ll be too far away to do anything about it.”

Ace sinks back into the booth, relaxing. “You scared me, I thought you two were going to sell the place and go elope or something.”

Lyn laughs. “We promise we’re not going to sell this place any time soon.”

“Noticing a distinct lack of promising to not elope.” You say, raising your brows a little and smiling.

Both of them flush and Sanji clears his throat. “Nami-swan and Robin-chan wouldn’t forgive us.” He insists, and Lyn nods.

“We don’t have plans to elope, but if we have to.” She lets the thought hang and you nod in understanding.

“Oh, uh, are you two busy on the fifteenth?” You question, shifting the conversation. “I figure the least I can do for all your help is invite you to enjoy delicious food with us as the 1st division celebrates my birthday. Though I suppose I could volunteer to help with closing a couple more times.”

“You’re welcome to help out here whenever you want, but it’s certainly not required. We’re both happy to have been able to help.” Lyn assures you.

“I’ll be happy to bring a large order of appetizers,” Sanji says, a bright smile on his face. “It’s been a while since I cooked for them.”

Ace puts his arms up in celebration. “I’ll let Thatch know, and he can work out the details with you.” Ace hugs you, his cheek pressed to yours. “Your first birthday here and we’re all gonna be so blessed.”

You could feel your face go hot at the exuberant display of affection, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “You sound like Luffy.” You tease.

“Oh, we’re not going to be able to tell him about this. He’ll whine constantly for the next two weeks and then he won’t sleep the night before.” Ace sighs, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, not releasing his hug.

“A-Ace.” You stammer, you can feel the familiar sensation from before and you’re worried you’re going to set Sanji’s booth on fire.

Ace looks up and into your eyes and smiles as he lets go. “Oops.” He looks just about ready to lean in and kiss you, and you’re torn between wanting to let him, and not wanting to do so in front of others just yet.

“Look at you, positively smitten.” Lyn says, eyes on Ace. “If I remember correctly, you were in here just a few months ago -.”

“S-saying absolutely nothing interestin’!” Ace exclaims, giving you a little space without leaping fully to the other side of the seat.

“Ah, true. True.” She agrees with a grin. “I’m sure I have you mistaken with someone else who was ready to swear off all manner of love and dating. Dramatically convinced that there wasn’t any one in this whole wide world that was going to be able to-.”

“Lyn, mercy, please.” Ace begs.

You can feel the heat rolling off him as you turn your head, giving Ace a pointed stare while Lyn hums softly in amusement. To Ace’s credit he looked caught somewhere between embarrassed and adorable. He put his arms in front of his face to shield himself from the inquiring look you were giving him, and so you moved just a little bit closer.

“Don’t ignite.” You admonish, poking his side playfully and causing him to yelp.

“You’re in my restaurant,” Sanji starts, trying to cover the pink on his own face. “And I feel like I’m the one intruding.”

“Ah, ha ha, sorry about that.” You lean away from Ace. “With, with that we should probably get going. We’ve kept you both as it is.” You admit, scooting out of the booth.

Lyn hands you a card after she gets up. “The numbers for here, and both our personal cells.” She explains.

“If things go bad with Ichiji, let us know.” Sanji clarifies. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to do much, but I don’t want anyone in that family thinking they can do whatever they want.”

“Appreciated.” You tuck the card away, hoping that things go smoothly. You’re certain that Sabo would break the law without a second thought if Ichiji did anything, and you know Ace would too. There were too many people willing to step up for you, and considering the complications of nobility in relation to the laws, you were more worried for others than yourself.

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

[lygma-nygma]

I miss the pre-New 52 Tim and Jason dynamic so much. It was basically Jason beating the fuck out of Tim well being all "nothing personal kid I just hate everything about you, your existence and the fact you're breathing right now" and Tim spitting up blood going "what if your mother was a whore, kill yourself" and Jason just deciding right then and there that this kid is his favourite person. Then it just turned into a Tom and Jerry hunt across the city where Jason keeps hitting Tim with the "join me, be my robin" and Tim kicks him in the balls.