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winter 2015-2016 ficathon: take me with you to the sea
take me with you to the sea
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Trafalgar Law doesn’t find himself scared of many things. His intimacy with an insatiable desire for death may lend to that, but giving it any thought means entertaining fear and weakness. Law is not weak. (Not even when he wakes up smothering hoarse screams in his throat, not even when his limbs tremor as he curls into himself to stop pain that isn’t there, not even when he keeps his eyes open yet all he can see is burnt flesh and little bodies and whitewhitewhite—)
With Strawhat Luffy before him, a cavernous hole in his stomach and dried blood on his lips, he is scared.
Strawhat is not important to him. The boy is interesting; compelling, passionate, refreshing, an impossible force of being he can't entirely wrap his head around. But not important. There is a thrum in Law’s chest, however; an off-key beat that pulsates in his ears, that makes his fingertips throb; a full bodied palpitation, one that tries to burst his veins, that screams at him to take action.
(To save Strawhat.)
Law doesn’t know where this compulsion stems from. A chance meeting on Sabaody, a spark of intrigue, a pull in his very marrow – these mean nothing in a pirate’s world. There are those who will benefit him and those who must be eliminated. But Strawhat, with his scraped fists and raw tenacity, his life, he etches himself into every corner of Law’s mind.
(Because life isn’t a concept the Surgeon of Death is familiar with, yet Strawhat teems with a burning desire to live. Inside him is a flame that blankets those who come near and is unleashed wherever he goes. He is an inferno, spreading himself as far as he can reach and setting the sky ablaze with his presence. Strawhat’s conflagration will spit out the passive embers who are not swept up in his fiery pace and they will be left to snuff out slowly on the sidelines of his assail.
Law refuses to be an ember.)
That impression drags him to Marineford in the aftermath of a cataclysmic war (Whitebeard’s death will shake the world to its very core) with a visceral need to make sure that Strawhat does not die. Not after this. Not after he rips his way through the forerunners of their generation and makes it out—makes it out barely alive, covered in blood that is only his, makes it out broken, shattered in a way Law sees in himself on the sparse occasions he forces himself to look in the mirror, but Strawhat—
He makes it out. For this, he must continue living. With magma having speared his stomach, though, there is slim chance of that. (Law pushes the words primum nil nocere out of his mind as he starts his work.)
As he makes more and more incisions, he realizes the bloody body before him is injured far beyond what Akainu has done. Twisted and burnt flesh sits at the base of Strawhat’s breast, but within his Room Law sees that each rubber muscle is tense and hypertrophied, pumped with fatal amounts of vasopressin, cortisol, and catecholamine hormones.
(Doesn’t he know that a body made of rubber is not a shield from the world?)
The damage Strawhat has accumulated is unbelievable. His body almost shuts down multiple times and Law doesn’t know if he will survive because he is mutilated, afflicted with so much inordinate physical trauma that there may be nothing that will resuscitate him. The procedure is demanding, each suture welling consternation in Law’s chest. But there is another emotion beside the fear; it brushes his skin as Strawhat lies beneath him on an operating table, it tells him that he’s the only one who can save the boy.
Six hours of work leave Strawhat connected to a myriad of IV tubes and a ventilator, nigh exsanguinated. The fact that the most Law can do is leave him lying shallow-breathed in bloodied sheets curdles astringency in his throat.
He did not operate on Strawhat Luffy out of obligation, but a reason he doesn’t yet know. Two weeks pass by in anxious waiting and acrid doubt. (What if he doesn’t make it?) Skipped heartbeats, mild seizures, bloody coughs: they’re all hell.
And then, in the way it seems only Strawhat can make happen, the tides shift.
He awakens in a fit of hazy delusion looking for his dead brother and something twisted unfurls in Law’s chest (eats him out from the inside and says, ‘he is broken just like you are’ and hurts so much). Strawhat runs into the forest of Amazon Lily and gambles his life with every step. The aid Law has provided is first rate, but those wounds are more severe than bandages and two weeks of intensive rest can mitigate. They are likely to open up, and he is likely to die.
Strawhat’s screams boom across the island. Law knows that Monkey D. Luffy might shatter into irreparable pieces, might become a person so far away from himself that the name rings hollow, might die both inside and out—
The thought knocks the breath out of him in a way just shy of debilitating.
The Knight of the Sea treads after him and Law waits. That infamous straw hat sits on the ground near his feet and he picks it up. He knows that this hat is significant, anyone who sails the ocean does, but having it in his grasp is another experience entirely. It’s worn. Flimsy between his fingers and bleached by the sun. Stitched up in a few areas. He tries not to think about what he’s done to Strawhat. Tries not to think about the scent of corpses in a dead city far away, clinging to his nose for days (weeks months years) afterward. Tries so hard to block the feeling of shame that comes with knowing that Strawhat will have to live with a ubiquitous void behind him. Will constantly be reminded that he was the one who survived.
Strawhat's screams quiet.
He exits the forest riding on the excommunicated Warlord’s back and Law meets his eyes. They are black like pitch, resonant with a mix of emotion he can’t readily discern, but they are Strawhat Luffy's. Brightly, his resolution and the Will shine. The relief that swims through Law is welcomed as he gives back the straw hat. Their fingers connect for a moment (they're warm) and Strawhat beams.
The radiance of his smile makes Law feel a little less like death.
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damn near everyone gets them wrong honestly but you get them really right and this is FANTASTIC, thank you you so much!! what a wonderful thing to find
i love that you touch on law feeling guilty for keeping luffy alive when his brother didn't make it (I FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT THIS) and i love the connections you make between what's happened to them both, as well as how raw your descriptions of law's memories of the white city are. god. and the paragraphs describing luffy's physical state as a result of everything he's put himself through and law's reaction are just stunning, undoubtedly my very favorite part
and "Law refuses to be an ember."! i love
you even used the latin for 'first, do no harm,' my HERO, thank you again for such a great fill :')))
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i don't usually work with pairings (romantic, platonic, or otherwise) but i got to thinking about character analysis and figured, if oda really gave his characters in-depth psychological exploration, the relationship between law and luffy could be something incredibly dynamic and deep? especially since they lived such vastly different lives and their paths still converged at pivotal moments (which i chalk up to the D). there's so much possibility!
i'm glad i took the opportunity to fill this prompt and i'm so happy that you enjoyed it
(/w honestly, the "outlived my sibling in awful circumstances" parallel was what stapled this entire thing together)
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Ryuichi