Skin To Skin

skin to skin

they almost lost you in a fight against a powerful enemy. they just need to feel your touch to know that you’re really here, safe and with them.

includes: luffy, sanji

TAGS: hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injuries.

law, zoro | luffy, sanji

luffy

Luffy’s world seemed to spin on its axis as Nami told him you were injured. He ran towards the spot where you were fighting with all his might, the taste of victory souring in his mouth. When he found you, he had to take a step back. Injured seemed like such an understatement for the shape you were in. Battered and bruised, cuts and blood staining your skin, it more so seemed like you’d been to hell and back.

And yet, you were awake. Your eyes found him the second he came into view. Soundless, you called his name and he was quickly by your side. “It’s alright, you’ll be alright”, he whispered, though he was finding it hard to believe his own words.

His hands held your shoulders, his touch so soft it would’ve taken you by surprise had you not been so focused on not passing out. Luffy helped you to a sitting position and brought your body against his. He wrapped his arms around you, held your head against his chest, right above his accelerated heartbeat. He shut his eyes tightly, focusing on the way your body molded to his, repeating “I’m not losing you” in his head like a mantra.

sanji

Sanji paced outside the door, glancing at it every time he heard a noise. Over and over again he replayed in his mind the moment you got hurt. The blood all over you, the sound of bones breaking, your desperate cry of his name, your hand reaching out to him—it would all haunt his nightmares, even if you survived this.

When the door finally opened, his head snapped back to look at Chopper. All distress and anguish vanished the moment he said you would live. Sanji clutched his hair and cursed. Chopper's pleas to let him take care of his wounds fell on deaf ears. All that mattered was that you’d be okay, everything else could wait.

Ignoring his friend’s protests, he stalked into the room. Sharp pain made its home in his chest, all air stolen from his lungs, as he gazed upon your unconscious body on the bed. Covered in bandages, traces of blood still everywhere. You looked so frail that, for a painful moment, Chopper’s promise tasted of lies.

Wavering steps took him to your bedside. Weightless, he fell to his knees. A trembling hand held yours, but it was not enough to convince him you would be alright. Sanji inched closer and pressed his chest softly against your side, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He nuzzled into your skin, letting your warmth seep into him, deep into his bones, so that he’d know, with every fiber of his being, that he had not lost you.

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