Sorry this one took so long guys, I had hell going on at the auto shop because my battery died...

ANYWAY, this one is in the same verse as the previous three~ Warnings for: anxiety, slight depression, and a bit of self-hate.

Enjoy it my darlings~! Sorry it took so long~

Sabo sat on the beach, far away from the crew, his new siblings, with a smaller version of the huge bonfires that were keeping the Whitebeard's busy.

The scarred blond just wasn't in the mood to be amongst the partiers, especially not with all those fires placed sporadically on the beach.

A shudder worked its way down Sabo's back as his thoughts drifted to the fires. He placed his gloved hand over his scarred eye and closed the other tightly.

His mind started to play images from that night unbidden and the single shudder turned into repeated shakes.

Fingers started pulling on his bangs, not long enough dammit, trying to completely cover the horrible, horrible scar. It needed to be gone, covered up and hidden from prying eyes. He didn't – no one could know.

Tears pricked at his right eye and that made Sabo curl more into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees as he kept pulling on his hair.

He started rapidly blinking the eye that actually WORKED and jolted when he saw the burning logs in front of him.

Originally he had started the fire to stave off the cold air of autumn nights, but now he wished he hadn't.

Blue eye locked on the flickering flames and more and more images flashed across his mind, the smell of burning skin pervaded the air. The shakes started to come faster and Sabo desperately wanted to call out to Ace.

Suddenly warm hands were on his cheeks, brushing aside the tears and Sabo's own hand that was STILL pulling.

Fire no longer took over everything, freckles had taken their place as well as a pair of soft grey eyes.

Ace was looking at him with such love that Sabo choked on quiet sobs and tried to speak.

"A-A-c-Ace…"

"Why are you over here by yourself, Sab…we're supposed to be celebrating with our new brothers…"

His voice was soft and low, soothing and relaxing, familiar and comforting.

"I-I can-can't…ff-fi-fre-fire…Ace…" Sabo tried again but his voice was shaking along with his body.

Ace's lovely, flawless, face was overtaken by a scowl and he pushed Sabo's cheeks together only to pull them apart and repeat.

"Owowowowow! Acce!"

"What did I tell you when I ate the Mera Mera?" Ace asked quietly, face hard as he stared into a blue and not blue eye.

"Ace…" Sabo spoke again, trying to convince Ace that he was fine, he didn't need any help. He just wanted to wallow a bit…

"What. Did. I. Say. Sabo?" Ace repeated again, voice now as hard as the look on his face.

Sabo winced and glanced side to side, relieved that it was just them and no one else listening in. He lowered his gaze slightly, pouting as he debated on whether or not to give in to Ace.

The fire-man pressing his cheeks together again only a bit firmer answered his question for him.

"You're fire now…"

"What was that?"

"You are fire now." Sabo spoke louder, his eyes glaring defiantly into Ace's, the asshole.

"And what does that mean, Sabo?"

"That all fire is you."

"That's right! And what would I never do?" Ace's grin was nearly splitting his face by now and Sabo couldn't stop the small smile that stretched across his own face.

"Hurt me."

"So the conclusion is?" The warm hands slid down from his cheeks to his neck and this time a pleasurable shudder worked its way through Sabo.

"Fire won't ever hurt me because…you are fire…and you'll never hurt me…" Sabo spoke slowly watching as Ace's face brightened as he did while also nodding along.

"Do you need a reminder?" Ace asked lightly, tilting his head as he brushed his thumb over Sabo's pulse.

The blond nodded, smiling as Ace placed a light kiss on his lips while he was standing. The warm affection always brought up his happiness.

In a smooth move Ace kicked off his boots, and placed his hat on top of them while handing Sabo his blue pouch. Another smile stretched across his freckled cheeks and he leaned down to give Sabo another kiss, letting this one deepen slightly before Ace stood and walked right to the fire.

Sabo had to take in a breath as Ace stepped into the fire, flames licking up his legs and wrapping around his body. Idly he noticed it looked like a sort of skirt as he smiled, Ace putting his hand down to pull the fire up his body.

He laid his head on his knees as he watched Ace work.

The fire trailed up his arm, curling around his neck and down his other arm as he spread them. Ace started tapping his foot in a light beat, following along to a song only he could hear.

Slowly his hips started to move from side to side, legs staying relatively still as he raised his arms above his head, fire following his movements, Ace started to twist his hips as well, lifting his feet slightly as he started to turn.

Fire was flickering out and dancing along with Ace as he started to speed everything up. Grey eyes were hidden as he moved, body and fire flowing as one and Sabo was calm again.

Ace still continued, bending and twisting and moving, subtly pushing and pulling his fire in every which way.

Sabo smiled as Ace changed from flowing and sensual to harder and faster moves, fire flicking out and caressing the blond's face.

He wasn't even aware as the first division commander sat next to him. But he did see him after he'd settled and smiled at the captivated look on the elder's face.

"I didn't know he could dance, yoi."

"He learned for me." Sabo spoke but never took his eyes off of Ace's body and his fire.

"Oh?"

"Every now and then he has to remind me he's fire…" the younger blond lightly touched the scar on his face and watched the realization dawn on the commander's face.

"Me too."

Sabo was distracted by the bright blue fire dancing in Marco's palm and looked at it with awe. Even more so when Marco grabbed his hand with the fiery limb and it didn't hurt.

The two blonds just sat there for a while, watching Ace dance with red, yellow, and orange flames while the blue and yellow flames connected their hands.

Maybe fire could have more positive memories than negative, Sabo mused, clapping when Ace stopped, out of breath.

But the smirk on those lips caused the blond to frown, not liking the straying eyes to Marco's form then back to Sabo.

Sabo could guess what was coming next.

"Well if you didn't wear such flammable clothes maybe there wouldn't be an issue with fire."

"Stop trying to get me to change my clothes, Ace!"

Hope you enjoyed! The full list of prompts is on my tumblr, thatonefanficwriternooneknows, as well as a post collecting genres y'all might want to be included :)

See y'all tomorrow!