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The warmth of the crackling hearth reflected off the stone walls of your cottage, mingling with the faint aroma of tea. You sat on the low sofa, legs tucked beneath you, idly tracing the hem of your blanket with your fingers.
It was a peaceful evening, one of those nights youād come to cherish. No storms, no chases, no battles. Just home, and just him.
Ace was sprawled across the floor like a lazy flame. His serpentine lower half, scales the color of burnished copper coiled around the table and vanished toward the fireplace where the heat was most intense.
His upper body was human, leaning against the sofa beside you. His hair was a mess, his face wearing a calm smile. A "Fire Naga," he would call himself with a smirk, but at home, he was simply Ace. Your Ace.
āYouāre such a cold-shell,ā he teased softly as you pulled the blanket tighter.
āAnd youāre a walking fireplace,ā you shot back, the corners of your mouth twitching.Ā
You placed a palm on his arm. A pleasant heat radiated from his skin, never scorching, always exactly what you needed. He had learned that restraint just for you.
Ace shifted, his tail sliding lazily closer to the sofa, scales rasping softly against the wood. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was warm and tender.
āYouāre tired,ā he said quietly. It wasnāt a question.
āJust a long day. Everything was justā¦ a lot.ā You sighed, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
Ace smiled and drew you closer. His body slowly coiled around you, not tight, but protective. His tail formed a warm circle that made you feel utterly safe. It felt like being held in a nest.
āYouāre home now,ā he murmured. āYou donāt have to be strong all the time.ā
You closed your eyes, letting the rhythm of his breathing lulled you. The fire popped in the grate, and outside the window, the wind howled. But inside, there was only stillness.
āYou know,ā you began hesitantly, āsometimes I feel like you donāt actually need me. Youāre warmth itself. Fire. Power.ā
Ace let out a low, soft laugh. He pulled you tighter, his arms locking around your waist as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your skin.
āJust because I donāt need someone elseās warmth doesnāt mean I donāt want your cuddles,ā he said.
You laughed, feeling a lump of affection rise in your throat. You ran a hand through his hair, stroking it gently.
āGood,ā you whispered. āBecause I want yours, too.ā
Ace let out a contented hum, his tail twitching slightly in response to your touch. The scales under your fingers were smooth and warm. Long ago, you had stopped fearing his fire and his form. You loved him exactly as he was, flames, coils, and all.
āWill you stay here with me?ā you asked after a moment. āAt least for tonight.ā
He looked at you with that soft gaze he reserved only for you.
āAlways,ā he answered without a second's hesitation.
You eventually moved fully onto the sofa. Ace carefully folded his length so you could lean back against his chest. His tail wound around the couch and the blankets, as if anchoring you both in place. You lay against his heart, listening to its steady thrum.
āRemember when we first met?ā he asked softly.
āHow could I forget? You nearly burned my house down.ā You smiled against his skin.
āThat was an accident,ā he defended himself playfully. āAnd you werenāt afraid of me for even a second.ā
āI didnāt have to be,ā you replied simply.
Ace fell silent, pressing you closer. His warmth flooded through you until you felt like you were melting. It wasnāt the fire that warmed you most, it was the closeness.
Outside, the wind died down and the fire began to fade into embers. Ace swayed his tail slightly, rocking you. Your eyelids grew heavy, but before you drifted off, you felt a soft kiss atop your head.
āGoodnight,ā he whispered.
You smiled, curled up in his arms home in a warmth that wasn't just fire, but love. And a memory of your first meeting flickered in your mind...
Flashback
It was a wild storm. Rain hammered the roof and the wind whipped branches against the windows. You had just returned from a neighbor's house, soaked to the bone, and were slowly opening the door to shed your cloak.
In moment, you heard a rustle and a faint scuffle. Something was inside. Your heart raced, and before you could call out, you found yourself face-to-face with something you had never seen before.
A serpentine body, copper scales glinting in the flashes of lightning, and the head of a young man with fiery hair, looking every bit as terrified as you were.
āUhā¦ sorry, I didnāt mean to-ā he started, but your gaze dropped to a small fire that had suddenly sprouted on the rug where he was trying to hide.
āYouāreā¦ youāre burning my house down!ā you cried out.
Ace turned bright red, or perhaps his scales were just glowing with heat as he frantically waved his hands to smother the flames.
The rain drummed, the wind roared, and here was this fire naga, trying desperately not to ignite anything flammable. You didn't know whether to be scared, fascinated, or laugh at the absurdity of it.
āIā¦ I was just hiding from the storm,ā he mumbled. āI didn't want anything to happenā¦ā
He was wet, exhausted, and clearly hungry. Something in his voice made you soften.
āOkayā¦ okay, justā¦ don't move,ā you said, half-pulling him toward the hearth, where you tried to dry his scales without letting them catch fire.
And so it began. Not with a romantic encounter under a starlit sky, but with a minor disaster on your doorstep.
Him, panicked and clumsy and you, half-frightened and half-fascinated. Yet, even then, there was something gentle in his eyes that pulled you in.
I see people are getting a little too comfortable with me so let me reiterate this.
I support black queers
I support black mental health
I support black outrage
I support black anger
I support the black experience
I support black lives
Don't ever pretend the black experience is anything that should not be taken seriously. And you do not have to be in a group to understand the pain. I'm happy to live and thrive without the existence of racist people around me.
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Racism against Indians is actually a little insane when you consider how widespread it is even among liberals and leftists . Even people who consider themselves to be progressive will laugh at call center or tech support jokes. All scammers are inherently indian. Itās okay to laugh at jokes making fun of Indians for their feelings towards animals or how they drive. India is inherently backwards and dirty so itās okay to make jokes about getting food poisoning from even looking at indian food
Being asexual and racist is embarassing as fuck. Being racist at all is obviously embarassing as fuck but the amount of racism and especially antiblackness i have been seeing from asexuals recently is obscene.
One of the only asexual activists is Yasmin Benoit, a Black woman. She has raised so much awareness for the community. She was the first asexual person to lead Pride in London, she started the #thisiswhatasexuallookslike movement and is THE leading voice for the community.
And you all will celebrate international asexuality day on April 6th but we wouldn't even have that if she hadn't cofounded it.
Edit: why are you all too scared to repost this. Cmon. Be vocal about being against racism
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Being asexual and racist is embarassing as fuck. Being racist at all is obviously embarassing as fuck but the amount of racism and especially antiblackness i have been seeing from asexuals recently is obscene.
One of the only asexual activists is Yasmin Benoit, a Black woman. She has raised so much awareness for the community. She was the first asexual person to lead Pride in London, she started the #thisiswhatasexuallookslike movement and is THE leading voice for the community.
And you all will celebrate international asexuality day on April 6th but we wouldn't even have that if she hadn't cofounded it.
Edit: why are you all too scared to repost this. Cmon. Be vocal about being against racism
I see your vision bc theyāre totally giving emo boy x scene girl and goth cowboy x victorian goth energy š¤ Not to mention Ace would probably be immune to Peronaās power the same way Usopp is, and Perona can kinda just phase through Aceās flames if theyāre running too hot lol
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off topic but his dub voice is so hot i need to be both complimented and threatened or be brutally cracked and told to be quiet and take it from him ššš
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