#nami fluff

you left. were you gone for good? was this it? were the last words he was going to speak to you, words that he only regretted?

luffy’s thoughts silenced when he realized that before anything - he needed to find you.

with that, he sprinted out of the apartment, leaving the door ajar in his panic to follow where ever you had decided to go. he saw you sat on a bench, nearby to your apartment complex and he swore he could feel his heart fall in relief. you were okay, you didn’t go far, there’s still a chance for him to redeem himself.

“baby i- are you crying?” he kneeled down next to the bench to be face to face with you. two fingers press under your chin as he observes your face, wiping at the tears with a stroke of his thumb. “i made you cry?” he croons out, his voice breaking in the middle of his question.

you don’t respond to him, scared that your voice is going to sound too helpless if you speak; still, you lean into his touch, sadness and love held deep in your eyes.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers, still rubbing the skin of your cheek. there is hurt and remorse in his tone as he holds you like porcelain. “i’m sorry for what i said and i’m sorry i haven’t been making enough time for you. i promise i’ll work harder to manage my time better for you. i’m sorry.”

you grasp onto his wrist, squeezing it gently as you croak out, “i’m sorry too, luffy. i’m sorry i didn’t hear you out and i’m sorry i didn’t come to talk to you about this sooner - maybe that way we wouldn’t have fought.”

luffy presses a brief kiss to your nose, gentle and affectionate. “it’s okay, i swear it’s okay. we’ll figure it out together, yeah? you and me.”

he extends a pinky out to you, an initiation for a pinky promise. you link your pinky finger with his and kiss his knuckles. “you and me.”

roronoa zoro.

zoro sighs as he stares at his blanked out laptop screen. technically, he’s supposed to be doing his anatomy homework. now technically, instead of doing his homework, he’s zoning out to the same question he’s been staring at for the 5th time.

he glances over at his phone, worry creeping into his heart as his leg bounces under the desk. it’s been a couple of hours now since the argument broke out between the two of you and he had asked for space lest one of you said something that you regretted.

it always returned to this. this crawling, hurting feeling that made him feel like avoiding the problem was the best way to keep everything safe. physically, he always ready to fight something away but when it came to an emotional conflict, it was different. something in him was compelling him to pull away and isolate himself, it always left him grasping for words to communicate his feelings properly.

zoro’s fingers fiddled with the phone case, debating with his heart and mind about whether he should call you or not. would you even answer? were you sick of him now - always walking away from the problem?

his phone vibrated and he jumped in his seat before eagerly swiping through his notifications, expecting a text from you. false alarm, it was just luffy complaining about his assignments. zoro let out a loud sigh, the only tension that was building in his shoulders rising.

just call them, call them and tell them how you feel. you can do it, they want to be here for you. it’s the only way to fix this.

he twiddled with the thick wool of his cable sweater and sighed. dialing up your number, his foot tapped incessantly in anxiety while his homework screen asked for umpteenth time, are you still there?

he huffed and clicked the notification away, waiting for you to pick up the phone.

“zoro?”

silence. you had answered and that in of itself was a relief. he felt the crushing weight in his chest lessen just at the sound of your harmonic voice.

“baby, i’m sorry for yelling at you and being mean. it wasn’t fair of me - i know you’re busy and i know you wanted space. i- i just really missed you and i’m sorry i didn’t just say that properly.” he can hear you gnawing at your fingernail in worry as the apology bursts through you.

he lets out a relieved sigh and responds, “no, i’m sorry too. i should’ve tried to hear you out instead of just jumping to shut it down.”

there’s a sniffle from the other side of the phone and he swears his heart crumples a bit. “hey- hey, don’t cry. we’ll work on it together, okay? we’re okay and we’ll get through it, i promise.”

you whisper a promise a back and in that moment, he swore he’d always come to you instead of running away.

vinsmoke sanji

the kitchen smelt like heaven. there were chicken pastries baking in the oven, a stew burbling on the stovetop, and a tiramisu currently in the process of being made.

despite this, sanji was frantic and his mind was running a mile a minute. the fight was gnawing at his brain, worry crawling into every crevice. every shamed word was reverbrating in his mind and his hands ached to go back to you - to hold you and kiss you and ask for forgiveness.

he doesn't know how to give space, the ache in his heart comes immediate. the guilt of a fight crawls into the cavity in his chest and whispers viscious words and the thought of maintaining space with you makes him only spiral further.

but still, you had asked for space and so that is exactly what he was going to give you, despite the tension lining his body. nevertheless, that didn't stop him from cooking and baking frequently with the thought of you carrying him through each action.

he pulled out a melon from the fridge, splitting the top layer of it with a knife before going through the ministrations of slicing the melon into small cube-shaped pieces. slowly he collected a heapful of pieces, with some cut into star and heart shapes, and deposited them into your favorite ceramic bowl. 

knocking gently on the door to your room, he hears the gentle, “come in.” and calms his breathing before he enters your room. the glow of a computer monitor illuminates the room and he gently places the bowl of fruit on your desk, next to a framed picture of the two of you. 

“i cut you some fruit, ma belle.” he says softly.

you look up at him with gentility and softness in your eyes and smile kindly. “thank you my darling,” there is a brief pause before you continue, fiddling with the fork as you say, “i’m sorry for being mean to you sanji. it wasn’t fair of me - i had a bad day and i was taking it out on you and that wasn’t right. please forgive me.”

sanji swears he hears his heart crack a little at your words before he comes closer to you, bending down to meet your eyes properly while you’re sat. his thumb rubs against your cheek adoringly before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “i already forgave you, ma belle. i just want to hold you in my arms again. won’t you come back?”

there is relief in your shoulders as you melt into his arms and he envelops you fully, finally at peace. 

usopp - tw for anxiety attack

tears were staining the pristine navy blue bed sheets and usopp’s knees were tucked into his arms and pressed against his chest. it wasn’t his proudest moment but sometimes the days were just dealt with in that manner - in the dark, wrapped in a blanket while tears streamed down his face. 

he sniffed, the anxiety in his chest persisting and making itself known in his body. it echoed insecurities in his head, tearing him down further and further and he only craved to reach out to you. but he spoiled that too, didn’t he? he was sure he had chased you away with the way he had acted earlier, brash and loud and hurt. too much, his brain whispered. you’re always too much and never enough. 

he gripped his knees tighter to his chest, wishing the miserable feeling would dissipate already. there was a gentle knock at his door but maybe it was just his brain making things up, after all, who would come to make sure he’s okay? 

there was a brief silence of hesitation before his door creaked open, spilling light from the outside hallway. “usopp, love?” 

his heart stopped when he heard your voice, resisting the hope and relief that rose to his chest. footsteps clambered their way to his bed and gently peeled the blankets off his head. you were knelt down next to his bed as you looked at him sadly. you cupped his face in your hands, brushing the tears away and pressing soft kisses on his skin, the salty taste of his tears stuck on your lips. “oh love, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” 

he averted his eyes from yours the best he could when you were still holding his face in your hands. “i was being mean - i fought with you when you did nothing to deserve it. i- i was just stressed with midterms and it’s no excuse but ah- i’m sorry.”

you were silent as you took in his words, still brushing off the stray tears that fell down his bronzed skin, when you pressed a kiss to his lips. then a kiss to his nose, his cheekbones, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids. “thank you for saying sorry, my love. i forgive you. but i’m still worried about you, what can i do to help?”

usopp’s heart melted at your persistent kindness and care for him, regardless of the conflict that occurred previously. he felt his cheeks heat up as he said quietly, “can you hold me?”  a kind smile erupted on your face before you nodded and scooted into the blanket next to him, wrapping his body into your arms. you continued to press kisses on his face and neck, whispering gentle reassurances until he calmed down. of course i’ll hold you, i’ll do whatever you need till you’re okay my love.

nami

pink fingernails tapped against the tabletop while nami tried to console herself that everything was okay. takeout boxes were placed in an arranged manner on the table along with a vase full of your favorite flowers. the food was steaming and placed in your favorite plates with one of your favorite shows playing in the background. 

nami was faced with the guilt crawling and squirming in her chest. she knows she did wrong and she was made very aware of it when faced with the silent treatment you were addressing her with for the past few hours. 

initially, she had pretended like it didn’t matter, she didn’t even care as a matter of fact! she could do a silent treatment too, in fact. but as the hours passed, it became very evident that she, in fact, could not do a silent treatment. she tried to sidle up to you after her unfortunate discovery but you weren’t budging - you refused to talk to her until she apologized. 

nami struggled to communicate properly; it was a contention point she had acknowledged to try and fix and better, but still, it wasn’t something she could fix instantaneously. she tried for sure, telling you small thing that had upset her or made her happy but certain times, times like these, the words were lost on her. in those times, she relied on her actions to speak for her. 

hence, the ensemble she had prepared for you when you arrived home. she could only hope that it would vocalize the words she struggled to get out by herself. 

when she heard your footsteps coming from down the hall of your shared apartment, she felt her heart race at your arrival, biting her lip in anticipation. the door opened silently and she felt your eyes take in the room she had set up, candles illuminating the room in a romantic light, the waft of your favorite food, and the noise of a show on the tv in the background. 

“welcome home, honey.” nami said, hope cradling the tone of her voice. 

you were silent as you proceeded to walk further into the room, taking in everything before you stood in front of her, heart melting. you could see her apology laced into every detail that was displayed into the room, “you did all this for me?”

she smiled, “only the best for my favorite girl.” she crooned. 

you rushed into her arms and she tucked you into her, murmuring soft affections into your ear. within those moments, both of you knew that all was forgiven.

nico robin

the tapping of fingertips against laptop keys is the only noise that fills the room that you and robin currently share. you’re splayed across the couch, pillow snuggled under your head while you flip another a page of your book while robin is sitting on the floor, back against the couch, deep into completing another segment of her archaeology thesis.

the room is silent besides those minute noises. neither of you acknowledge each other or even glance at each other but despite that you’re at peace. this was how the two of you resolved arguments. robin insisted on spending time together even when there were upset feelings between the two of you. “sitting together, even if we don’t talk, may help resolve some of tension, sweetheart.” 

so that’s where the two of you. it became a habit now and robin was right - the silent quality time always ended up erasing a good portion of the negative feelings you harbored, giving you a clearer mind. you reached out to run a hand through robin’s inky hair, twirling strands around your index finger. 

in response, robin rubbed small circles into the bone of your ankle. it was an almost subconscious action, just her body wanting to reach out to yours, to reciprocate the touch you were bestowing on her. 

you set your book down on the floor and reached over to press a kiss to her temple. she hummed, “feeling better, sweets?”

you nodded and wrapped your arm around her shoulders, head falling down to nestle into the crook of her neck. “mhm, can we please go get lunch soon?”

she giggled at the feel of your breath against her neck, and turned her head around to press a kiss to your lips. “soon, soon, sweetheart. let me finish two more paragraphs and then we can go. how about you pick a place to go? we can go to your favorite?”

you hummed against her skin, nodding again. “please. but hurry up, i miss you already.” 

“Let’s go buy things!” Luffy shouts the moment he jumps on the dock.

You laugh “Of course you want to.”

Nami walks beside you, her orange hair shining in the sun “I need new pens for my maps,” she says “And maybe something cute, if I see it.”

You smile at her “Something cute will look good on you.”

Her cheeks turn a little pink “Stop… but also keep saying it.” she says with a grin.

You all walk into the busy market. People shout about food, clothes, tools. There are bright fabrics, fruits stacked in big piles, and shiny objects everywhere.

You stay close to Nami, happy just walking next to her. But then something catches your eye.

A jewelry stall. Necklaces, earrings, rings in gold, silver, little gems. One necklace shines in a soft orange that reminds you of Nami’s hair.

“That would look perfect on her” you think.

You step a little closer. The stall owner smiles too wide, but you don’t notice yet. You reach toward the necklace…

A loud sound echoes in the distance.

You turn your head fast.

Luffy is already punching some tiny pirates. They look weak. One flies through the air and lands in a fruit stand.

Nami sighs “He finds trouble so fast.”

“They’re small,” you say “He can handle it.”

Usopp nods “Yeah, this is nothing for Luffy.”

Then “AAAAAH! HELP!”

Chopper’s scream cuts through the market.

Your heart jumps. You spin around to run toward him but something cold touches your side.

A gun.

Pointed at you.

You freeze. Slowly, you look at the jewelry stall owner again, and now he doesn’t smile. His eyes are sharp.

Around you, more pirates pull out weapons. The whole market erupts into chaos. The crew starts fighting too.

You whisper, “Are you… their captain?”

He smirks “Yes. And you will come with me. Make your crew surrender.”

You swallow hard “Fine. I’ll go.”

You walk with him because, well, gun. But when the Straw Hats see you being pushed forward, they pause for a second. Worry flashes in their eyes.

Then you give them a small smile.

A real, calm one.

Nami’s eyes widen, and she nods slightly. She knows you’re okay. Luffy grins again and goes back to punching.

The captain growls “Why are they not stopping?! I said surrender!”

You shrug “Well… they don’t listen very well.”

His face turns red with anger.

The pirate captain pushes his gun even closer to you, the metal almost touching your ribs.

“Move one more step,” he growls, “and I shoot.”

You don’t blink. But your eyes shift when you hear a small noise from the stall beside you.

Someone is there.

You turn your head a little.

A young man, around your age, is hiding behind his stall. His hands shake as he slowly reaches for a metal pipe leaning against a crate. His eyes meet yours.

He mouths, “Ready?”

You nod once.

He throws the pipe with all his strength.

You catch it cleanly.

Before the captain can react, you make one fast, smooth motion and hit the gun out of his hand. It flies so far away that it disappears.

“What—?!” he shouts.

Now you point the pipe at his chest.

“Sit.” you say simply.

Then you push.

He falls backward onto the ground with a loud THUD.

His crew gasps. They all look at each other… then slowly drop their weapons.

“We surrender!” one says, shaking.

The captain groans on the ground “Fine… fine! I surrender too!”

Luffy cracks his knuckles and grins “Okay! Then leave!”

The pirates run so fast they almost trip over each other.

You exhale and lower the pipe. Then you turn to the young stall owner.

“Thank you” you say softly.

He blushes “You were amazing… really cool… and uh… really beautiful.”

You blink, surprised, but before you can answer, Sanji steps in smoothly with a smile.

“Calm down, man,” Sanji says, tapping his shoulder “She’s married.”

The man freezes, eyes wide “Oh—I didn’t know you two were marr—”

Usopp cuts in loudly “She has a wife, actually!”

The man’s jaw drops “SHE— SHE HAS A WIFE?!”

You smile proudly “Yes. I do.”

Nami steps up beside you.

Without a word, she takes your wrist gently and lifts your hand forward.

Your ring glitters in the sun, orange stone, like her hair.

Then she holds her own hand next to yours.

Her ring has the same design, but with your favorite color instead.

The young man stares, then nods fast “That’s… that’s really nice. I’m happy for you both.”

Nami squeezes your hand and leans closer with a tiny smile “Of course she’s taken,” she says “I found her first.”

Your heart melts a little.

And the market suddenly feels warm again.

The pirates are gone. The market slowly returns to normal, though there are still broken crates and smashed fruit everywhere.

You stretch your shoulders “Well… that was something.”

Nami is still holding your hand.

Still staring at you.

You tilt your head “Nami?”

She jumps a little “W-What? I wasn’t staring!”

Usopp snorts “You totally were.”

“Shut up, Usopp!”

The young man who helped you is already cleaning his stall, but he keeps peeking at you with a shy smile. Nami notices. Oh, she definitely notices… and her eye twitches.

Chopper whispers to Robin, “Is Nami angry…? Should I run?”

Robin pats his head “Maybe. Just move slowly and she’ll ignore you.”

Chopper squeaks and hides behind her anyway.

You look at Nami again “Are you okay?”

She crosses her arms hard “I’m fine. Perfect. Absolutely not bothered.”

Sanji sighs out a heart-shaped cloud “She’s jealous.”

“I AM NOT!” Nami yells.

You blink… then smile “Nami… you know I only care about you, right?”

She tries to keep her angry face. She fails.

She looks away, cheeks turning red “I know. I know. It’s just—”

She stops herself, groans, then points at you dramatically “You were… you were really hot during that fight, okay?!”

The entire crew gasps.

Luffy leans in “Hot like ‘spicy food’ or hot like ‘Nami is in love’?”

Nami kicks him in the face instantly “SHUT UP!”

Chopper screams and hides again “She’s dangerous! She’s in jealous mode!”

Nami continues, ignoring everyone. She waves her arms angrily “And that stupid guy was right! And I hate agreeing with a random man. Especially about that. Ugh!”

You laugh softly “So… you think I looked good?”

She steps close to you until your noses almost touch.

“I always think you look good,” she says, voice dropping to a soft whisper, “but today? You were unreal.”

Your heart does a full flip.

Sanji falls to his knees crying “Why can’t I be them—?!”

Zoro flicks him on the head “Move. You’re blocking the path.”

Nami finally uncrosses her arms and takes your hand again, this time calmer.

“Next time,” she says, “warn me before you do something cool. I need to prepare.”

You grin “I’ll try.”

She pulls you closer by your collar and kisses your cheek quickly “Good.”

Chopper hides behind a barrel “She kissed her! Jealous mode is gone! We’re safe!”

Nami glances at him. He screams again. Everyone laughs.

And the two of you walk deeper into the market, hand in hand, rings gleaming in the sun.

Then you see the broken jewelry stall, the spot where the pirate captain stood.

You stop suddenly making Nami stops too “Hmm? What’s wrong?”

You shake your head “I… um… can you go ahead? I’ll catch up.”

She looks confused, eyes narrowing “Why?”

You smile softly “It’s nothing bad. Promise.”

She studies your face for a long second, searching for any danger. When she sees none, she sighs “Fine. But don’t take too long.”

She walks back to the rest of the crew, though she glances over her shoulder twice.

You turn and run toward the young man who helped you earlier. He’s sweeping up pieces of wood from his stall.

He looks up, blush instantly rising on his cheeks “O-Oh. Hi again.”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” you say, pointing at the jewelry stall “But… that stall. Was it really his? Or did he steal it?”

The man looks at where you point “That was his stall. He said his family left him all that jewelry and he wanted to sell it to ‘give it a new life’.”

He shrugs “But honestly? He said something different to everyone. So who knows.”

You think for a moment.

He watches you, curious “Why do you ask? Did you want something from it?”

Your cheeks warm “Yeah… there was a necklace. A really beautiful one. I wanted to buy it for Nami before he attacked me.”

His face goes even redder “Oh.”

Then he smiles a little shyly “You should take it. The village will share his things anyway. And, well… you saved us today. You deserve it.”

You look over at Nami. She’s far away with the crew… but very clearly staring at you. She does not look happy that you’re talking to the guy again.

You turn back to him quickly “Thank you! I’ll take just that one, then. Really, thank you for the help with the metal pipe.”

He rubs the back of his neck and looks away “No worries… I did what I could. I’ll keep cheering for you and your crew from now on!”

You grin “That’s really sweet. Goodbye then.”

You run to the jewelry stall.

You kneel down, push aside some broken wood, and find the necklace you saw earlier, the one that shines like Nami’s hair.

You lift it gently, the gem catching the sunlight, glowing warm and soft.

A huge smile spreads across your face.

Then you hide it carefully in your pocket and run back to the crew.

Nami sees you.

She does not look happy.

Her eyes narrow. Her lips press together. Her whole face screams mad wife.

Luffy grins “Okay! Let’s go!”

Nami turns away from you immediately and starts walking with fast, sharp steps.

You gasp dramatically “Nami! I’m sorry! I just went to thank him because I didn’t earlier!”

She walks faster.

You pout and drag your feet behind her like a sad puppy “Namiiii…”

Sanji sighs with a hand over his heart “Poor angel! Jealousy is a cruel beast—”

Zoro smacks him on the back of the head “Shut up before she hears you and kills all of us.”

Chopper hides behind Brook “She’s so scary when she’s mad!”

The rest of the walk is you pouting and Nami refusing to look at you.

That evening, just before dinner, you find her talking quietly with Usopp near the deck.

You step closer “Sorry… can I steal my wife for a moment?”

Usopp nods quickly “Please do. I don’t want to be between you two when she explodes.”

Nami makes a face at him, but she follows you outside anyway.

She crosses her arms, pretending she’s still angry, but she glances at you from the corner of her eye.

You smile softly “Nami… sorry I lied earlier. I didn’t go to him just to thank him.”

She looks shocked “You— you WHAT?!”

You laugh a little. Her reaction is adorable.

“When that captain attacked me,” you explain gently, “I was looking at a necklace. A beautiful orange one. I was imagining you wearing it.”

Her eyes widen, and her cheeks warm.

“But then he pointed that gun at me…” you continue “I wanted to take it afterward, but I wasn’t sure if it belonged to an innocent person he stole it from. So I asked. And the guy said… I could have it.”

You reach into your pocket and pull out the necklace.

It glows in the sunset light, soft orange, warm and bright.

Nami’s breath catches. Her eyes shine.

“It will look beautiful on you.” you say quietly.

Her whole face melts.

She steps forward and hugs you tight out of nowhere. You blink, then hug her back just as strongly.

She pulls away only to press a gentle kiss to your lips “Thank you… and I’m sorry for how I acted today.”

You shake your head “Don’t worry. If I were you, I’d do the same. Maybe even worse.”

She laughs softly “You probably would.”

You kiss her again, soft and warm.

Then she turns around. She lifts her hair up with both hands, exposing the back of her neck.

“Put it on me?” she asks in a small, sweet voice she only uses with you.

You smile so hard your cheeks hurt.

You stand behind her, lift the necklace carefully, and place it around her neck.

You clasp it gently.

She lets her hair fall again and turns to you with a shy smile.

It suits her perfectly.

Nami steps back just enough to look at the necklace again. Her fingers touch the orange gem, and she beams “I love it! It’s so cute!! Just like you!!”

Before you can react, she throws her arms around you, pulling you close again. Her face is inches from yours, eyes soft and warm.

“I love you so much, Y/N…” she whispers.

Your heart melts instantly.

You cup her cheek gently “I love you too.”

She kisses you again, soft, slow, full of warmth. Her hands slide to your waist, holding you as if she never wants to let go.

But then—

“DINNER IS READY! COME EAT!” Sanji screams from across the deck.

You both jump.

Nami sighs “I swear I’m going to kick him into the ocean one day.”

You laugh, and she grabs your hand tightly “Come on. Let’s go before he has a heart attack.”

You walk together toward the table, fingers intertwined, your hearts still warm and soft from your little moment.

The crew instantly notices, of course.

Usopp points dramatically “SHE’S WEARING A NEW NECKLACE! A NEW POWER-UP!”

Chopper gasps “It’s so pretty! You look so happy, Nami!”

Brook leans in “Yohoho! Love looks good on both of you! Although I have no eyes to see!”

Sanji drops to his knees in defeat “Why… why do the beautiful ones always belong to someone else…”

Zoro rolls his eyes “Because you’re annoying.”

Robin smiles gently “It suits you perfectly, Nami.”

Franky gives a thumbs-up “SUPER cute!”

Luffy chews meat and nods “Shiny!”

Nami blushes but lifts her chin proudly “Of course it’s shiny. My wife picked it.”

The whole crew smiles proud.

Usopp says “She said my wife again!!”

Chopper starts giggling “They’re so in love!”

Nami squeezes your hand under the table. You squeeze back.

Dinner is loud, chaotic, and full of laughter, but all you feel is her shoulder brushing yours, her ring glinting beside yours, her eyes looking at you every few minutes like she can’t believe you’re real.

As the sun sets on the ship, you lean your head on Nami’s shoulder.

She rests her head on yours.

He sat criss crossed on his special seat, the mast of the ship, and you stood on the deck with a pretty pink and blue conch shell in hand. Hopeful eyes set on the man you admired, you failed to notice Robin coming up beside you. She hummed softly, startling you. “Oh, hi.”

“He’ll like that one.” Robin smiled cheekily. “But you want my advice?”

“Please.”

A chuckle left her as she looked on at her captain. “Be as straightforward as you can. Ask him what his feelings are.”

Blinking widely, you gazed back at Luffy. That surely seemed easy enough. Steeling yourself with a sigh, you nodded once and trudged forward, up the stairs to the foredeck and all the way up to where the masthead met the deck. Words rose to your lips and fell short, breath caught by the way the wind and sun sat around him like good friends. Luffy sat leaned back on his hands, eyes gently shut, easy smile on his face. You couldn’t dare to break such a moment, not till you nearly dropped the shell and let slip a little yelp. 

Luffy reacted instantly, tilting back his head to see what was the matter. He grinned upon seeing you, sending jitters through your belly. “Hey!” His eyes lowered to the conchshell tight in your grasp, jabbing a finger at it. “What’s that?”

He already knew it was for him; Luffy grew to look forward to your random gifts, treasuring them in his quarters and spending a little time each morning just admiring them. 

You glanced down at your gift, mustering up your courage and hoping beyond hoping that he’ll finally understand. “It’s for you. I found it this morning.”

Found was an understatement. You’d scoured the seafloor all morning to find something worthy of bestowing upon your love. Luffy beamed even brighter, if possible. “Really?” He slid off the mast and landed right in front of you. 

Luffy’s eyes shown like stars, his lips slightly parted as he ghosted his hands over the silky surface of the shell. You passed it on to his caloused hands, skin sparking as his fingers slid against yours. You stood transfixed upon him and how gently he handled the gift, turning it this way and that to see every nook and cranny, leaving no part of it unknown. A sharp ba-dump ba-dump echoed in your chest.

“It’s great,” he breathed, raising his eyes to peer into yours. Soft wasn’t a word one would use to describe Luffy. Brash and loud, yes. But not soft. Yet, there was this secret shadow of him that was softer beyond compare, only revealed in moments of deep distress… or right now, when you hand him a piece of your heart.

You felt a soft prod at your back, hand lunging back to catch a phantom wrist. You quickly released Robin’s hand, whipping around to spy her, but she was nowhere in sight. Puffing your cheeks, you swiveled back just to find Luffy leaning close over your shoulder, eyes squinted. “What’re we looking for?”

“N-Nothing.” Gazing into his face, you coiled your fists. “Luffy, I have a question.” 

Instantly, all his attention was on you, pleasantly awaiting. “Mhmm?”

“I… I was wondering… do—do you—do you like… tangerines?”

Luffy blinked a little blankly, before shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, I like ‘em. What an odd question.” He ruffled up your hair and hurried off. “I’m gonna add this to my collection. Thanks a bunch!”

“Yeah… no problem.” Cupping yoru face in your hands, you groaned disparingly. Cracking open an eye, you found a single arm sprouting from the deck rail sporting a thumb’s up of comfort. 

NAMI

The gifts had been a constant before you and Nami made it official, but after? Nami was running out of room to keep all the nick-nacks you showered her with. She’d never tell you that though, the smile on your face each time you offered up a gift a treasure in itself.

So Nami settled for becoming the ship’s interior decorator, making it a project to find the best places to present your increasingly beautiful finds. 

Hanging from the wall in the galley was a giant piece of seaglass wrapped in fishing net. On the kitchen table an array of shells sat in a decorative bowl. Each of the boys had a whole sand dollar they were not allowed to touch on the their bed table.

It took you a few weeks to notice it, with the decorations growing over time, but when you did a surprised yet excited beam took you face. You noticed the solid pink clam shell you’d found a month ago among the table decorations, immediately whirling on Nami with a bright smile. “I found that, didn’t I?”

She was worried you’d be upset with her decorating, but now you coudln’t have looked happier. Nami’s cheeks reddened as she laughed, nodding. “You did. I thought I’d put some of your treasures around so we can all admire them.”

You shot up from the table and bounded off. “How many more are there? Did you hide them?”

Nami watched misty eyed, heart warm as the sound of your voice echoed back to the galley. Robin chuckled behind her hand, winking when Nami caught her eye. Nami blushed deeper and, flustered, got up to chase after you.

After that, she really set out to hide the gifts you brought her, tucking them between books and pans. Your search grew to be a calm sort of game. You would be lying in a hammock by Nami’s side, her reading a book aloud, when you lazily pointed to the bookshelf and murmured, “There’s the blue one I got last week.”

The whole crew even joined in after a while, and a board was set up in the galley to tally the scores. Even after four months of the treasure hide-and-seek, you came out on top with the most finds, and if someone dared to come close to taking your title? Well, you reminded them that you have two rows of razor-sharp teeth, and suddenly you were champion once again.

SANJI Sanji treasures each and every gift you bring him, to the point where his nose starts to bleed every other trinket. He doesn’t love the gifts a normal amount, okay. He will set them up all over the kitchen and randomly point them out to anyone nearby.

“Look at that one! She had to have dove down so many depths to get it. Ah~”

“Mosshead, get your slimy, bottom-feeder hands away from my seashells.”

Everyone knew to treat your gifts to Sanji with immense care, and that fact sent a wave of pride through your heart. You sat at the kitchen counter watching him cook, lining up the shells just to admire them, every once in a while making them into the shape of a heart and sending him into cardiac arrest. 

Oh, but the gift he’s most proud of? It’s the one he wears round his neck every single day.

The first pearl you brought him was a small thing, around the size of a pinky, and you handed it to him shyly while saying you couldn’t find a bigger one to display. Sanji barely breathed, rolling it in his palm and just thinking of how lucky he is to have you, that you would dive down into the sea just to find him the most beautiful treasures. 

Yes, it was part of your culture, so part of this was customary to you, but after each of his lovely reactions your gift-giving grew into more of a habit of the heart, eyes always peeled for any trinket Sanji might enjoy. So when you noticed how he held the pearl with such care, the milky white of it looking so nice against his palm, you got an idea.

Every single morning for the next two months you gathered pearl after pearl, keeping them in a little box under your bed. Sneakily, you even managed to take the original pearl from the ring box Sanji kept it in. The scare it gave him when he awoke, turned to his bed table, and his prized gift from his lovely mermaid was missing?? He was inconsolable, so much so that you rushed to give him his gift a day earlier, giggling as you cut off his apologies.

“It’s okay,” you beamed, handing him a small paper wrapped object. “I think this will fix it.”

You bounced on your heels as Sanji sat down at the counter and delicately handled the paper, revealing the pearl necklace within. For the longest moment, he said nothing at all, only staring down at it blankly. You ducked to catch more of his expression, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Do you like it?”

Sanji’s lips ticked upward, eyes holding so much affection you could feel it hit you as he raised his gaze. “I love it. Thank you, my love.”

You couldn’t hold back the magnitude of your smile, reached to help him put it on. As soon as the cool pearls hit his skin, he felt a sense of wholeness only you could explain. He ran a finger over the necklace, wiping away a trail of blood with his wrist, and turned to take you in his arms. 

From that day forth, he never took the necklace off. 

Sanji never wasted a moment he could show it off, unbuttoning the tops of his shirts so it was more visible. You were more than pleased by this, hanging off his arm as you swept through markets, casting every admiring woman a lethal glare before reaching to toy with the pearls around his neck.

Let’s just say the gift satisfied a more possessive part of your nature you did your best to hide from your lover.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

It was a partially sunny day. The sky was watercolor blue, with cotton candy puffs of clouds. They weren’t heavy enough to start storming, although there would be mild rain in about eight hours. Nami pursed her lips at the sky, something she often did. But the rain was a whole eight hours away, and she wanted to enjoy the fresh air. It was a slight breeze, north northwesterly, just perfect for lounging.

Nami went to her favorite spot, ledger and pen in hand. She wanted to practice her lettering. It got boring writing the same type over and over again. And when she made her map of the world, it was going to be perfect.

The grass was soft beneath her sandals, making her way through the tangerine trees. She had slung a hammock between the two thickest trees, at the very back of the grove. She was usually the only one to venture this far back, unless Chopper was playing hide and seek. The others helped prune and water the trees with her, but that was only occasionally and never without her supervision. So when she needed alone time, and didn’t want to be stuck in her room, this was where she came.

Which was why it was such a surprise to see a certain power user already stretched out in her hammock.

“Luffy?”

He stirred, hat resting over his eyes. “Hm?” He peeked out beneath the brim, a syrupy grin spreading across his face as he saw her. “Nami!” He held out both arms, “It’s you!”

Her stomach fluttered—at his excitement, at the way his voice lilted over her name. Nami sniffed, and flicked a lock of hair away from her face. “It’s me.” She stepped forward, ledger in hand, “What are you doing in my spot?”

Luffy kept smiling, arms still out. “It’s comfy!”

Nami rolled her eyes.

“Well, get out.”

Luffy stopped, stung. “What? Why?” His voice was petulant, hurt. Nami’s heart clenched but she stood firm.

“Because I want to sit there.”

“Just sit with me!” Luffy answered immediately, making grabby hands midair. Nami sucked her teeth.

“No.”

Luffy pouted. “Please? It’s comfy. I don’t wanna move.” Nami hovered, weight shifted to one foot. He had a red vest left open on his chest, and orange shorts. One leg was bent up. His hair poked out all black and fluffy beneath his hat.

“Fine.”

Luffy cheered as Nami bent down to untie her sandals. She was not a very touchy creature. She usually didn’t go about climbing into hammocks with her crew mates. But Luffy had this habit of making her do unusual things. Like trust someone else. Trust a whole crew of people. Of friends.

So she climbed into the hammock.

Luffy was warm, that was the first thing she noticed. Even through his clothes he radiated heat. The next thing was how soft he was. His muscles were all relaxed beneath sun kissed skin, his limbs draped languidly along the hammock. He happily opened his arm for her to snuggle in, and with bated breath, she did.

“You can relax, y’know,” he snorted, “I’m not gonna bite.”

The hammock swung slightly from her getting in, still moving back and forth as she moved around. Getting comfortable. She ended up with her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, and both their legs laid out together. There wasn’t a lot of personal space inside a hammock, a fact Nami had not fully considered beforehand.

But here she was, technically cuddling with her captain.

Luffy seemed perfectly comfortable, however, and went back to sleeping with his hat over his eyes. She looked up to see a small smile on his lips. Well, if he could relax, so could she.

Nami shuffled a bit, bringing her ledger up so she could practice lettering. That had been the original plan, after all.

They stayed like that for a while, the sun slipping through cloudy sky. Luffy would shift and hum every so often, tightening his grip then releasing it. Nami tried to pretend that there weren’t little electric thrills running through her body at each accidental touch, but oh well.

It was just them, anyway.

This was probably the most secluded spot on deck: in the back of the tangerine grove hidden by branches and shade. She was really the only one who spent time here, so it had surprised her greatly to see Luffy already in her spot.

“That’s a cool L,” he murmured.

Nami yelped, not realizing he’d been awake. She glared at him, as much as she could, and he just gave her a sleepy grin. She decided to let it slide and turned back to her ledger. She’d drawn a cursive L, with the loops at the top and bottom. There were a couple other L’s scattered across the page, with various sizes and designs.

“This one?” She pointed to the cursive L with the nib of her pen. The weight of the white feather pen was so familiar in her hand. Luffy hummed, readjusting his arm around her.

“Yeah, it’s all loopy,” he squiggled his finger in the air, “You’ve got really pretty handwriting. I like it.” He breathed out the compliment, still sleepy from his nap. He stretched out lazily like a cat. A few of his joints popped.

Nami raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pop your joints,” she mused, surveying his body. She had no idea how it worked. Experimentally, she took his hand in hers and tried to crack the knuckle of his index finger. It just stretched.

Luffy snickered. “I gotta be careful with how I do it,” he explained, “But my joints still pop. Muscles can tear, bones can break. Not easily,” he seemed to be bragging a bit, “But, yeah. I’m still human.” She turned to look up at him to see a pout.

She stretched his nose and let it snap back again. “Yeah, very human,” she deadpanned.

“Hey!” He cupped his nose in his free hand, “Don’t stretch me!”

Nami giggled, and went back to her ledger. Luffy shuffled, turning more on his side. Now his arm was beneath her neck and he could lie with his head on her shoulder, now. Made it difficult to write, but whatever. He was warm.

“Can you write ‘Luffy?’” He asked suddenly, quietly. He was staring at the page beneath her pen. “With the L,” he clarified.

Nami pursed her lips, but silently complied. She drew a big (loopy) L, then a quick, indulgent U-F-F-Y. She curled the tail end of the Y, and only just resisted turning it into a heart.

“Now do my full name,” he commanded, arm slung across her waist. He was way too comfortable with her right now. But Nami secretly liked (loved) it, so she complied.

She wrote a simple “Monkey D. Luffy,” still in cursive. Luffy hummed.

“Make it bigger.”

Nami laughed, but did as she was told. It took up half the page. She added some flair: an underlined flourish and a straw hat above the second F. Luffy hummed in appreciation.

“Bigger.”

His voice had this strange undertone to it, enough that she immediately flipped to the next page on instinct. Her body obeyed before she could catch up.

“How’s that?”

She had done a big, sweeping name with several flourishes and a star as the period after the D. Again she had to hold back from adding hearts. What was wrong with her?

“Better,” she could hear the grin in his voice. “Can you write—,”

She was already scribbling it before the words left his mouth: ”King of the Pirates.”

This time she did add a heart.

Why not?

Her heart thundered in her chest as she finished the tiny, black-ink heart. What was she, a girl with a crush passing notes? It honestly felt like it. She hadn’t gone to school for very long, before Bellemere was killed and she had to make the worst deal of her life.

“Can you write ‘Nami?’”

Luffy’s voice was light enough to bring her out of dark thoughts, and she was happy to oblige. She wrote her name how she usually did: a graceful N with small following letters. Luffy tutted.

“Nah, bigger.”

Nami smirked at his little game, and scrawled her name in all caps across the opposite page. “Like that, captain?” She teased his title.

“Almost,” he took the pen from her. He turned the dot in the I into a clumsy circle with a bit sticking out the top.

“What’s that?”

“A tangerine, duh!”

Luffy stretched an arm to grab one straight from the tree. He handed it to her to peel. “You have pretty handwriting,” he said again. She closed her ledger and set it between them; she didn’t want to get fruit juice all over it.

Her thumb pierced the bright orange peel, her fingers working efficiently. Luffy drifted his fingers over her knuckles.

“Pretty hands, too.”

She paused, the fizz of the juice popping midair. She smelled citrus.

“And smile. And hair. Super pretty.”

“Oh?”

She resumed peeling.

She tried to keep her voice nonchalant, but her heart was hammering. What was he going on about? She’d been called pretty before, countless times. Beautiful, cute, gorgeous, sexy. She’d heard it all. But it was so different when Luffy said it.

“Yeah, you’re the prettiest girl in the seas.”

He said it so casually, so matter-of-factly that she dropped the tangerine. It was half-peeled on her stomach, and Luffy quickly picked it up to hand back to her.

“Dropped this,” he informed her. Nami nearly bit his head off.

“You peel it!” She deflected, shoving the fruit toward him. He shoved it right back.

“I like when you do it.”

This time, there was less nonchalance in his voice. His words held weight that wasn’t there before.

So, she did it.

The peel came the rest of the way off, and she took a bit to scrape the sweet pith off with her teeth. Luffy took a piece for himself and mimicked her.

“Oh, this part’s good!” He chewed in surprise. Nami sighed, and broke the tangerine in half to give him. He ate it in one bite.

“You’re gonna choke,” was all she said, before delicately taking a slice. The juice spurted in her mouth, and she couldn’t help the happy sound in her throat. Luffy hitched a breath, subtle but there, and gently took the rest of the tangerine from her hands.

“Hey!” She complained, “I’m not done!”

Luffy silently broke off another slice to place directly on her bottom lip. Nami froze. Luffy pushed it closer.

“Eat.”

So, once again, she did.

The fruit was sweeter this time.

Luffy silently fed her the rest of the tangerine. She took each bite as he handed it to her, his fingertips brushing her lips every time. When she finally chanced a look at him (something she had to work up the courage for), his face was pink. His lips were parted, and his eyes were dark. A cloud rolled across the sun.

He kissed her.

Nami didn’t know what to do.

She’d never been kissed before.

Sure, she’d given kisses away to get what she wanted (usually money or food, or in desperate times, alcohol). But she’d never kissed someone she wanted to kiss before.

This was, in her mind, her first kiss.

Her first real kiss.

And it was soft, sweet, with the hint of tangerine. Luffy darted his tongue out to taste the juice on her bottom lip.

Nami freaked.

“Wh-what was that for?” Her voice was squeaky. Her mind was reeling. Her body was melted into liquid gold.

“Wanted to,” he breathed. He was still close, close enough to kiss. So she did it again. This time, for the first time, because she wanted to.

And oh, what a difference.

Nami was used to standing stock still, lips moving robotically against some strange man’s (usually with a scratchy beard and bad breath). She was used to disgust, to frigidity. To scrubbing her lips off with soap.

She was not used to this.

To the way her body mutinied against her.

Fizzled, sparked, popped like juice.

…

Enjoyed.

Luffy’s lips were soft and chapped from sea salt and wind. He tasted like tangerine. His body was so warm. She was going crazy.

“Nami…,” Luffy murmured, his lips still touching hers. His hand came up to cup her cheek. She didn’t even mind the sticky juice on his fingers.

She kissed him.

And kissed him.

And kissed him.

So much so that he was laughing against her lips, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “Slow down,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. He kissed her bottom lip, then fit his mouth against hers. He was taking it slow, slower than she thought possible of the rubber man. And it was wrecking her.

“Please, Luffy,” she croaked. She swallowed, and tried again: “More.”

Luffy made a low, gravelly sound in the back of his throat. He smashed his lips to hers, suddenly rushed and clumsy, but she liked this kiss even better. It was hungry.

Nami grabbed his shoulders and pulled him on top of her. The hammock swung side to side, their bodies awkward in the cramped space. But she loved it. Loved how every inch of him was pressed against her.

Her hands found their way to his hair and she was done for.

Soft and silky, thick and raven black. Like ink on a page. Like his name. Like her name. Like a cartoon tangerine.

“Fuck, Luffy.”

He (straight up) growled.

Then he flipped her, wrapping both his arms and legs around her, then looping them around her, and she was trapped in a snake pit.

A warm, sexy snake pit.

She giggled against his lips, happy to be trapped. To be held. To be kissed.

“I really like you, Nami.”

“Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell,” she snorted. Luffy whined, tightening his limbs around her.

“I mean it.”

He kissed her, then bit her bottom lip. Then bit her cheek. Then kissed her hair. She was on fire. She wanted to hide. So she buried her face in his chest and mumbled out, “I really like you, too…”

“Good.”

It was spoken with such finality, such affection, that she felt dizzy. She wanted this forever.

“Can we, um…Do you want…?” She bit her lip against her boldness.

“Want what, Nami?”

His voice softened over her name. He stroked her hair, practiced and smooth as if he’d done it a hundred times before. She shivered. She couldn’t say it.

“Want what, Nami?” He asked again, softer. He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. She hid her face again.

She mumbled out her embarrassing, darkest desire into his sternum.

“What?”

She huffed, and lifted her head, only slightly. “Do you want…to be my, um…boyfriend?”

The sea could have swallowed her right then. Ship, captain, crew. All drowned at the bottom of the ocean for how embarrassed she felt.

Luffy tutted.

“Bigger.”

Nami surged upward, in shock, in defiance, but she didn’t get very far. His limbs were still rubber-wrapped around her. She glared up at him to see him grinning down at her.

“No.”

“Then no,” he shrugged, laissez-faire. He took his hat and put it back over his face.

“Luffy!”

He didn’t answer.

Just kept that smug grin beneath his straw hat.

Idiot.

Stupid, sexy, incredible idiot with soft lips and warm skin and and and

“Fine!” She huffed, wriggling to get free of his loop-de-loop limbs. He let them snap back to their usual length for her. “Luffy…,” she started again, carefully, “Will you be…my…boyfriend?” Her voice shook on the word. Luffy shook his head.

“Bigger.”

“Ugh!” She nearly tore out her hair. Did he want the whole ship to hear?

Fine.

Nami sucked in a huge breath, the biggest breath in her whole life, and declared to the sky, sea, and ship, “Monkey D. Luffy, I want you to be my boyfriend!!!”

The world tipped.

Luffy had sat up and tackled her, flipping her onto her back. The hammock swung wildly as he laughed and kissed her over and over again.

“Duh!”

She would have swatted him away if she wasn’t so thoroughly enjoying herself.

***