heat
For the 7days7sentences writing challenge I issued!
Prompt: heat
Fandom: One Piece
Character(s): Nami (plus some Zoro and Luffy)
The chill snakes into her blankets and settles into her skin until she’s gasping between dreaming and waking and dreaming again. She rolls in the covers like rolling in a current, feeling her own cold skin even as she dreams of all the notes she wants to add to a map she hasn’t even started. She’s awake enough to feel the wind and hear the nearby crash of waves, but she’s also running over the old wooden floors of Bell-mère’s house, running from a childhood nightmare only to freeze on the threshold, staring wide-eyed into the gaping dark void of a bedroom she no longer remembers—
Her eyes fly open as she chokes on panic, nails scraping into her shoulder as she tries to will the rush of blood in her head to shut up so she can hear where Arlong might be, if he’s seen her yet—
And then, between one blink and the next, she’s finally awake and knows that she’s away from Arlong (but still not free). She’s on a little island with two scrappy boats and two scrappier boys with a burnt-out fire and a full belly, the souring taste of the wine she stole coating her teeth, salty wind in her nose, and the promise of morning rain prickling at the nape of her neck—far off, but coming all the same.
She looks to Luffy’s blanket—he didn’t seem to acknowledge the chill earlier in the night, but he’d been the one to build their fire big and roaring, insisting that they dance and sing and eat and drink around it like they were just kids sneaking away from their village—like they were pirates. But his spot is empty, his blankets gone, and she swallows back the he left me, they left me, did they take my money? that grips her throat. She hasn’t known them long but knows that they would never do that because they’re both kind of terrible at being pirates.
(At least, they’re terrible for her definition of being pirates. As long as they’re sailing toward the horizon, Luffy seems to think that they’re doing pretty well for themselves.)
But no, Zoro’s here—she finds him easily by following his snores. Squinting in the starlight, she finds Luffy curled up against Zoro’s side, his blanket wrapped around him.
That lazy ass had woken up cold but hadn’t fixed the fire, leeching off of Zoro’s heat and leaving her to freeze. She shivers again and stands up, hesitating at how she doesn’t hesitate at stalking over with her own blankets. She crawls over the boys, uncaring about her knees and elbows waking them up as she burrows into their warmth. It doesn’t bother them, anyway—Luffy’s body gives in a way that’d be disconcertedly uncanny if it wasn’t so damn convenient. Zoro’s body—already so tough and strong despite the boyhood clinging to his gangly limbs and rounded cheeks—doesn’t give at all.
The cold doesn’t leave her right away, but she sighs as their warmth seeps into her skin and pulls her easily back into sleepy depths.
In her dream, she stands at Bell-mère’s door and stares at the yawning darkness, surprised to find herself unafraid.
Note: yeeeaaahhh... this is more than seven sentences. But I found myself being late writing and posting because I kept struggling to find something to write with just seven sentences because I wanted THIS to be it. So. I figured it was better to write than not write at all??
Anyway! I love the Romance Dawn Trio! My babies!
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If jannik sinner has millions of fans carlos alcaraz is one of them. If jannik has ten fans carlos is one of them. If jannik has only one fan and that is carlos. If jannik has no fans, that means carlos is no longer on earth. If the world is against jannik then carlos is against the world.
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