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A/N: this is the second fic I’ve ever wrote and I’m so sorry if there are any mistakes or mischaracterization my first language isn’t English. I found the dividers on the internet, so they are not mine. I’m bad at titles and please I you read it give honest feedback!

Wanrings: NOT proofread,

W/C: ca.750

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The city of water. The crew had just docked at water 7 which Usopp found to be the perfect place to get a present for Sanji.

“Nami! Nami!” Usupp screamed across the whole Going Merry making Zoro grumble about him disturbing his peace.

“What do you need? I’m busy right now!” Nami asked emerging from the navigation room.

“Oh, there you are! I was looking all over for you! I need some Berry for a present for Sanji!”

He could see Nami’s face changing from annoyance to excitement in a matter of seconds. “That’s so sweet! But why would you get him a present? Is it his birthday?” she asked confused.

“Oh no it isn’t I just thought he might appreciate it”

“Why do you have to be so sweet? It’s so unfair! Here you go! Anyway, I got to get back to work again sorry!” Nami said throwing him a small satchel of Coins.

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“Fresh Fruit!” one of the vendors called out in Usopp’s direction as he was aimlessly strolling through the bustling streets of the city.

“Ugh this is what I get for trying to make Sanji a nice present” Usopp sighed giving up trying to find a present since he’s been searching for about 2 hours.

Slowly trotting back to the ship, he had already completely given up his hopes of finding something for Sanji when a bright booth caught his eye.

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“Hey Nami look!” Usopp called out for the navigator.

“Ooh those are so pretty!” Nami admired the plant seeds usopp is showing of to her “, but how do you reckon he will plant those?”

“I’m going to build him a planter.”

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Later that night Sanji and Usopp went to bed early and were now just lying in bed talking about their day and cuddling.

“I saw some really cool looking seeds at one of the booths today” Sanji said after Usopp asked him if he found anything interesting while shopping.

“W-what? What did they look like?” Usopp questioned chocking on air.

Sanji could see his boyfriends face go pale as he described exactly the seeds Usopp wanted to gift to him.

“Is everything alright mon ange? You’re looking a bit pale there did I say something wrong?”

“No, no not at all! Did you buy the seeds in the end? They sound like they look pretty”

“No, I didn’t. Nami would’ve killed me if I were to plant something in between her trees” he chuckled at the thought of Nami complaining.

“Thank goodness” Usopp muttered under his breath.

“What was that mon ceour?”

“Nothing nothing!”

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“Sanji come here!” The sniper called from the kitchen of the going merry.

“What do you need? Are you hungry? Why are we in the kitchen? And what is THAT?” Sanji asked seeing a Square shaped object with a piece of linen draped over it.

“I have a present for you!” Usopp proudly announced.

“What? Why would you do that mon cherie? Is it my birthday and I just forgot?”

“No, it’s not your birthday but I thought I could show you some appreciation for always looking out for me and the crew. Go on look at it!”

“You know you really don’t have to give me anything right I would gladly look out for any of the crew and especially you without anything in return?” Sanji said with a slightly worried tone.

“Just open it and tell me what you think”

The cook slowly moved toward the box pulling the sheet of revealing a planter with a little satchel full of the seeds Sanji had mentioned the last night.

“I know it might look a bit wonky even though I tried my best we didn’t have enough materials and…” the inventor began to ramble on.

“Its perfect. I love it” Sanji stopped his rambling pulling him into a tight hug making Usopp go stiff for a second before melting into the hug.

“You Do?”

“Absolutely. Help me plant them?” Sanji said pulling away from the hug to gaze into Usopp’s eyes.

Summary: The Title…

WC: ca.700

ZOLU

 After another one of their countless adventures the Crew was forced to stay in some sketchy hotel on a random island while the Going Merry was being fixed. But as fate had it there were only three rooms left two of them each having two single beds and one with three single beds which Nami, Robin and chopper almost immediately claimed as theirs. Before either of them could say anything Sanji and Usopp had also disappeared into their own room leaving only Luffy and Zoro.

“I guess were sharing then!” Luffy happily exclaimed. “I don’t get how you’re always so chipper.” Zoro grumbled under his breath. “What’d ya say?” Luffy asked but before he could even answer he had taken of in the direction of their room.

“Yay we get to share a bed!!” Luffy practically screamed before realizing he might sound just a bit too ecstatic.

“Don’t get too excited.” Zoro retorted watching Luffy jump onto the bed that was far from being two separate beds like the old lady at the reception had mentioned

After some time the whole room was drenched in darkness and both men were laying on top of the bed. But unlike Luffy Zoro wasn’t knocked out cold the second he touched the bed like he usually would be. He didn’t know what was going on but his heart was racing faster than it had in any of his fights or near-death situations but surely it couldn’t be because of Luffy. Right? They have always been good friends so why would he be so nervus laying in the same bed as him all of a sudden?

But before he could sink into his thoughts even more, they were disturbed by Luffy turning around and basically laying on top of him completely to him by throwjng one of his arms over his chest and tangling one of his legs with his.

In a matter of seconds Zoro looked like an Op-Op Fruit.

“Luffy. Wake up”

“Hm? What’s going on? Did something happen?” Luffy groggily mumbled.

“Nothing happened but your kind of clinging to me”

“Are you blushing?” Luffy grinned fingers starting to twist around a strand of zoros hair even though he just woke up.

“I don’t blush.” He retorted his voice rough from lack of sleep.

“Just like you’re heart isn’t racing right now?” he teased wrapping his arm even tighter around his chest.

“Shut up and go to sleep” Zoro muttered giving in to the temptation of wrapping his arm around his captain practically burying his hands in his black curls.

With a grin Luffy pulled him closer one final time before closing his eyes once again. Once the swordsman calmed down his heartbeat, he was finally able to give into the temptation of sleep and get some well-deserved rest.

“Guys! Guys! Wake up! They finished repairing the ship!” Usopp ran into the hotel lobby receiving annoyed grumble from Nami about him screaming around.

“We get it no need to let the whole town know”

“Wait where are Luffy and Zoro? Has anyone seen them after last night?

A chorus of no’s and I don’t know ringed out.

“We will go check on them” Nami and Robin said while already starting to walk down the hallway.

“No Way” They both simultaneously exclaimed after opening the door to Luffy and Zoro’s room seeing the scene in front of them.

Zoro’s arms tightly locked around Luffy’s back hands lightly stroking his hair in his sleep and Luffy lying on his chest arms also locked around the green haired man.

After about 10 seconds the whole crew gathered at the door of their crew mates watching them in fascination and confusion having never seen either of them be so calm or at peace.

Opening his eyes and turning his head Zoro squinted at them. “What are you all staring at?” he asked a bit pissed of his sleep was disturbed but only being met with open mouths.

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I’m sorry if there are grammar issues my first language isn’t English!

Summary: im not too sure how to summarize this but it’s kinda sad ig?

This was it the day he would end everything. Well not everything obviously but It was pretty much everything he had. His Life. But why would he do something like that, you might ask yourself. Well, let me take you back a month ago.

He was supposed to go see The Cure, however, his boss forced him to take the afternoon shift. Knowing that his brother, Thomas loved the band, Jude decided to give the tickets to him as a present so they wouldn’t just go to waste.

Oh What a foolish decision it turned out to be.

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POV: Thomas

It all happened way too fast for my brain to understand what was happening.

One second, I was singing, almost feeling the music in my veins. Lights flashing people laughing.

The next, someone screamed.

I thought it was part of the show. Then more voices joined in - panicked, wrong. The music faded into nothingness making everything a hundred times worse.

Not even a second later the smoke came - thick and black.

It swallowed me almost like its alive. People around me started pushing and the inevitable happened: I fell to the ground and was almost being trampled by the crowd.

“Get up!” someone shouted.

I thought about Jude and how I should’ve refused to take the tickets but it was too late now.

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POV: Jude

I didn’t hear about the incident until hours later.

It was all over the media.

“Fire at The Cure Concert: 74 injured, 16 dead”

Dead. The word rang through his head.

“No, it can’t be. It´s just not possible” he said loudly even if there wasn’t anyone to hear him right now.

But it was true.

Thomas was dead and all Jude Could think about was “it should have been me, not him”.

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The days after didn’t feel real.

People tried talking to me, but I never really listened.

Mom cried.

Till now I hadn´t.

I read our old messages.

“Have fun at the concert! Be careful”

That one hit the hardest.

Days turned into weeks, but nothing changed.

I still thought it should’ve been me dying that night.

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About a month later I was in my room.

Everything was too quiet.

I didn’t bother checking my phone after it lit up one too many times.

“It should’ve been me in that stadium”, The thought never really left my head. The words somehow felt heavier now.

I looked around my room once more. I just wanted it to end. I didn’t want to keep feeling this way.

Empty.

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I don’t remember the exact moment everything went black.

But for a second I thought it was all over.

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But I woke up anyways.

Wait. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to wake up.

Everything was the same.

Everything but the clock on my bedside table.

It showed the date of the day I wanted to make it all end.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why am I back here?” The thoughts were racing through my head like blazing flames.

And somehow, I knew it.

That I ended up back where I was just before I was supposed to close my eyes forever.

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The first day was absolute torture.

I had to witness my mom crying over my half-conscious body all over again.

On the 5th day I had lost all hope to escape the never ending loop I was trapped in and just kept repeating the dumb decision made that first day over and over again.

I saw no reason for me to try and get better because I thought the day would just keep repeating over and over again.

So I stopped caring.

Stopped eating and sleeping.

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Day 12

I stopped counting but somehow I knew.

The same light through the curtains.

The same quiet house.

The same weight in my chest.

Mom was in the hallway again.

Crying.

I sat up in bed, staring at the clock. Same date. Same time.

Again.

“It should’ve been me,” I whispered.

The words didn’t feel as heavy as they did the first time

Not because they didn’t hurt anymore

but because I had said them too many times

I got up off my bed. Picked up my phone and saw missed calls and messages I had never answered flashing over my screen.

I needed the loop to end. But how?

I texted my mom.

“Mom?”

I heard the crying stop. Then footsteps. Fast.

Then my door opened and my mother stood in the doorway.

Not even looking at her, the only thing I said was

“Sorry!”

That made her break down,she started crying again hugging me tightly.

And for the first time in what felt like ages I started crying.

I looked at the clock expecting it to reset and pull me back to the moment I had wanted to end it all.

But it didn’t.

It kept going.