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onepieceyaoi100So originally I wasn't going to add anything since I'm not good at the AR/AU thing but this one just sort of hit me after my friend started mocking me about Massachusetts' fireworks ban.
Title: Fireworks
Rating: R for language and smex
Word Count: 519. I'm sorry... This was even after I cut it down from 700 >_> I fail short.
Pairing: Smoker/Ace (it's inevitable with me)
Topic: AU/AR
Ace had always loved fireworks, for as long as he could remember. As a little kid in Arizona, he'd lit thousands off with his little brother, dazzled by the flash and fire, the sparkle and bang and always wanting more. Some had called him a pyromaniac from time to time but those were just people missing out on the excitement that fire brought.
So he was more than a little surprised when a police officer showed up at his Worcester apartment. He'd just moved to the state, Luffy had joined a fishing and smuggling crew (Ace had a feeling his brother had actually started it) and with the sailing between New England and Europe, he wanted to be closer for when the boy landed (usually at Boston.) He'd just picked Worcester because it was cheaper and more jobs available.
"What's your name boy?" the officer drawled, his car lights and siren still going, the people who'd previously been enjoying Ace's fireworks display on their balconies, suddenly mysteriously gone.
"Ace," he replied shortly, idly playing with the flare in his hand.
"Last name?" the older man arched an eyebrow glancing at the flickering flame.
Ace sighed, this was just going to be one of those nights, "Portgas. Look, officer, I haven't seen anybody doing anything wrong so what is this all about?"
"You didn't notice those fireworks?" the cigar smoker growled irritably.
"What about them?" Ace asked completely confused.
This time the police officer sighed, "They're illegal in Massachusetts boy. You from out of state?"
"Just moved here. . . what do you mean they're illegal? What do you do on the fourth of July?!" Ace spluttered reeling from the shock that his favorite passtime was outlawed.
The man waved a leather gloved hand negligibly (leaving Ace to wonder what kind of masochist wore gloves in this heat) "Professionals are allowed licenses and towns can hire them. Look, as it's your first time I'll just write you up on a $400 fine."
Ace's eyes widened in shock. He didn't HAVE four hundred dollars... he'd just spent all the spare cash he had on the fireworks (though the whole illegal in this stupid state thing explained why he had to go to New Hampshire to get them). The officer having finished writing out the ticket was turning to go back into his car when Ace put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Isn't there some other way I can perhaps. . . repay you?" he asked hopefully. It'd been a long time since he'd been warm enough (the desert was so much hotter than the north-east) and the officer looked like he enjoyed a good screw now and then.
The man fumed at him, "Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?"
"Is it working?" Ace grinned disarmingly.
The sergeant's face stormed over, "Get in the car," he rumbled, "I'm taking you down to the station."
Ace winced. Just one of those nights.
Later though as Smoker (apparently his station-house nickname?) fucked him in the cell, Ace was very glad he didn't have the four hundred dollars to pay the fine.
Title: Fireworks
Rating: R for language and smex
Word Count: 519. I'm sorry... This was even after I cut it down from 700 >_> I fail short.
Pairing: Smoker/Ace (it's inevitable with me)
Topic: AU/AR
Ace had always loved fireworks, for as long as he could remember. As a little kid in Arizona, he'd lit thousands off with his little brother, dazzled by the flash and fire, the sparkle and bang and always wanting more. Some had called him a pyromaniac from time to time but those were just people missing out on the excitement that fire brought.
So he was more than a little surprised when a police officer showed up at his Worcester apartment. He'd just moved to the state, Luffy had joined a fishing and smuggling crew (Ace had a feeling his brother had actually started it) and with the sailing between New England and Europe, he wanted to be closer for when the boy landed (usually at Boston.) He'd just picked Worcester because it was cheaper and more jobs available.
"What's your name boy?" the officer drawled, his car lights and siren still going, the people who'd previously been enjoying Ace's fireworks display on their balconies, suddenly mysteriously gone.
"Ace," he replied shortly, idly playing with the flare in his hand.
"Last name?" the older man arched an eyebrow glancing at the flickering flame.
Ace sighed, this was just going to be one of those nights, "Portgas. Look, officer, I haven't seen anybody doing anything wrong so what is this all about?"
"You didn't notice those fireworks?" the cigar smoker growled irritably.
"What about them?" Ace asked completely confused.
This time the police officer sighed, "They're illegal in Massachusetts boy. You from out of state?"
"Just moved here. . . what do you mean they're illegal? What do you do on the fourth of July?!" Ace spluttered reeling from the shock that his favorite passtime was outlawed.
The man waved a leather gloved hand negligibly (leaving Ace to wonder what kind of masochist wore gloves in this heat) "Professionals are allowed licenses and towns can hire them. Look, as it's your first time I'll just write you up on a $400 fine."
Ace's eyes widened in shock. He didn't HAVE four hundred dollars... he'd just spent all the spare cash he had on the fireworks (though the whole illegal in this stupid state thing explained why he had to go to New Hampshire to get them). The officer having finished writing out the ticket was turning to go back into his car when Ace put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Isn't there some other way I can perhaps. . . repay you?" he asked hopefully. It'd been a long time since he'd been warm enough (the desert was so much hotter than the north-east) and the officer looked like he enjoyed a good screw now and then.
The man fumed at him, "Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?"
"Is it working?" Ace grinned disarmingly.
The sergeant's face stormed over, "Get in the car," he rumbled, "I'm taking you down to the station."
Ace winced. Just one of those nights.
Later though as Smoker (apparently his station-house nickname?) fucked him in the cell, Ace was very glad he didn't have the four hundred dollars to pay the fine.
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Date: 2006-07-01 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 05:23 am (UTC)W00T!! Grand Canyon State in the hizzouse!
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Nice story, silverwolf! Go, Ace. ^_^
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Date: 2006-07-01 09:54 am (UTC)And glad you liked it :D
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Date: 2006-07-01 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 10:52 am (UTC)"leaving Ace to wonder what kind of masochist wore gloves in this heat"
and
"Is it working?" Ace grinned disarmingly.
Somehow I have a feeling this isn't going to keep Ace from lighting off fireworks... or doing various other small things that might be brought to the attention of a local police officer. *grins*
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Date: 2006-07-02 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-02 08:29 pm (UTC)