First fic
Title: What remains
Rating: T
Media: fic
Characters: Jinbei, Luffy, Nami
Word Count: 299 words
Prompt: Scar
Hello! This is my debut in the community and I'm looking forward to seeing the awesome works around here.
Would the mods maybe add a tag for Jinbei? I don't know how many fics a tag 'needs' before it's created, and I have seen fics with characters that aren't tagged yet. Thank you!
The fog swallows strength, sense, reason. They have lost sight of Nami, and he walked blindly into this trap, sunken to his chest into the marsh. He weakly grasps onto twisted roots, the bark biting into his webbed fingers. The cold earth smothers the sea-water, leaving him out of control.
But it's more than the fog that steals his breath.
Lava simmers, other-wordly, perched above its mark, its prey. Luffy is crying, craddling Ace in his lap and a hole is smoking in Ace's torso-
Please, not again. All but this.
It's agony - it writhes in his side, pain both present and past scorching deeper than flesh. Burnt flesh wafts up in smoke to choke. Molten earth drips. The fog bogs down his throat until he can't breathe anymore; the world dims into shadow-grey blobs. He falls forward, blindly stretching his other arm forward as tears streams from his face. He screams for Luffy to flee, too far away-
"Cyclone Tempo!"
Nami's attack shocks the fog and the apparitions away. He pants as his chest opens; the mud's clutches loosen and he robs on his front to firmer grounds. Luffy's eyes are rolled into his skull as he keeps sobbing Ace's name.
Arms and legs wind around him after he craddles his captain up. Physical weight to tip the scale towards reality.
"Jinbei, a-are you-"
"I am here."
Luffy's tears soak into his tattered kimono that streak a warmth where their chests press against each other. It's as if Luffy bleeding - Jinbei's side throbs.
Nami stumbles into the clearing, mud-cacked, wet, chilled, just like them. Jinbei locks eyes with her, Luffy mumbling her name in exhaustion.
Biting her lip, Nami clutches at her tattoo.
They both know better than to ask each other if they are okay.
Rating: T
Media: fic
Characters: Jinbei, Luffy, Nami
Word Count: 299 words
Prompt: Scar
Hello! This is my debut in the community and I'm looking forward to seeing the awesome works around here.
Would the mods maybe add a tag for Jinbei? I don't know how many fics a tag 'needs' before it's created, and I have seen fics with characters that aren't tagged yet. Thank you!
The fog swallows strength, sense, reason. They have lost sight of Nami, and he walked blindly into this trap, sunken to his chest into the marsh. He weakly grasps onto twisted roots, the bark biting into his webbed fingers. The cold earth smothers the sea-water, leaving him out of control.
But it's more than the fog that steals his breath.
Lava simmers, other-wordly, perched above its mark, its prey. Luffy is crying, craddling Ace in his lap and a hole is smoking in Ace's torso-
Please, not again. All but this.
It's agony - it writhes in his side, pain both present and past scorching deeper than flesh. Burnt flesh wafts up in smoke to choke. Molten earth drips. The fog bogs down his throat until he can't breathe anymore; the world dims into shadow-grey blobs. He falls forward, blindly stretching his other arm forward as tears streams from his face. He screams for Luffy to flee, too far away-
"Cyclone Tempo!"
Nami's attack shocks the fog and the apparitions away. He pants as his chest opens; the mud's clutches loosen and he robs on his front to firmer grounds. Luffy's eyes are rolled into his skull as he keeps sobbing Ace's name.
Arms and legs wind around him after he craddles his captain up. Physical weight to tip the scale towards reality.
"Jinbei, a-are you-"
"I am here."
Luffy's tears soak into his tattered kimono that streak a warmth where their chests press against each other. It's as if Luffy bleeding - Jinbei's side throbs.
Nami stumbles into the clearing, mud-cacked, wet, chilled, just like them. Jinbei locks eyes with her, Luffy mumbling her name in exhaustion.
Biting her lip, Nami clutches at her tattoo.
They both know better than to ask each other if they are okay.