A Dragons Fire [Portgas D. Ace x Reader]

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Dancing With A Devil

7.1k words

Warnings: cursing, arguments, mentions of death, mentions of abandonment, mentions of coma.

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My head is pounding. It's beating like a drum against my skull playing the loudest most intense beats known to mankind. A whimper falls from my lips and I feel hands touching my shoulder. I think this person was talking to me but it was hard to tell with how everything muddled together. Almost like being underwater and playing broken telephone, except only two people were involved in the game.

A hand goes to my head and starts searching around, for any other wounds I presume. It's soft and warm against my skin unlike the doctors on Marie Geois who always felt cold to the touch. The scientists weren't much better in that department either so the warmth was new to me.

When the pounding against my skull fades, I wince noticing how bright the lights were. My black vision is being filled with colour from the world around me. It's a little blurred but I can still make out the figure of my savior hovering above me. The orange hat, red beads, animal skull string and distinctive freckles.

No doubt, I was in the arms of Fire Fist Ace.

"Get off me," I groan in disgust and attempt to push away from him but find myself too weak to do so. I pitifully fall back into the arms of the devil who catches me. This is utterly humiliating as an angry blush takes over my face.

"Chill out, you took a bad hit to the head and have been unconscious for the past week." He informs slowly helping me sit up. His leg is behind my back making sure I won't fall and arm still around my shoulder pulling me into his chest.

"A week?" I choke out and look around us. We were still in a boat at sea. This couldn't be right. Daddy would've sent out thousands of ships to search for me-why am I still here!

"A week and a half at most if we're getting technical. That storm lasted for three days straight. I have no clue where we are-"

A scream falls from my lips. I cover my ears with both my hands and start hyperventilating. My minds racing and my vision became blurry from an influx of tears. "We could be anywhere! With a storm that big on the Grand Line no one will find us!" I take deep breaths and keep going. I have nothing to lose. "I'm gonna die at sea-with a devil no less!" A dry hysteric chuckle escapes my lips, "i'm so screwed!"

"Would you calm down?"

I snap my head up and glare, vastly aware of the situation I got myself in. "Never tell me to calm down child of D! You should've just killed me! That would be a better mercy then having to live out the rest of my days beside you!"

Fire Fist pauses and deadass just looks at me with his beady ass eyes. I'm almost tempted to snap at him again but he beats me to it. "Hold up, you asked me to save you and now your mad about it?" He inquires obliviously.

"Yes! If I knew that storm would last three whole fucking days and not a couple stupid hours! Letting me die would be a mercy!" I screech.

"Self proclaimed gods need those?" He smirks as I roughly push his arm off me crossing mine in turn. "I thought I was just suppose to magically succumb to every desire you held."

A loud gasp comes from me in disbelief. "Do not mock me you devil! If I knew how to navigate this boat I would've killed you already!" My anger levels were rising by the minute and the fact that he was mildly handsome wasn't helping.

"You sure would try." I attempt to smack him but he ducks out the way and readjusts his hat. "Down feisty!" He laughs as I growl. His gaze then turns serious as his arm rest on his leg. "Here's how this will go, I'm going to bring us to an island and from there we go our separate ways-"