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One: Zoro.
Zoro and her had a mutual understanding. They had gotten along immediately, and knew how to push at each other's buttons in a way that made both of them feel safe. Zoro was always hers, had been born hers. The way he preened for her and the others' affections was cute. Always wanted to impress.
Zoro was done working out, as she observed his shirt off showing off a big, long scar across his chest. He was sweaty, and reeked . But he wanted Nami’s attention, and so he got it. She was leaning against the railing of the stern, and his boots made a loud noise as he stomped up.
Stopped at the top of the stairs. “You know, you’re really ungrateful for all the hard work I do. Trying to keep you safe.” His tone was not confident, nervousness crept through him.
“Mhm?” She turned around and faced him.
“And I worked out really well today.”
She smiles. “You did! You stink.” It’s taking everything in her not to laugh. She enjoys it when he’s like this.
“You like it when I stink.” He states, matter of factly.
“I won’t deny that… Do you want praise? Is that it? You can just ask nicely.”
He blushes, turning a dark red over his tan skin. Cute.
“Please?” His brown eyes look so beautiful in the sunlight, even more pretty when there’s something in them that wants. He’s hers. All hers.
She smiles and laughs and he turns even more red, right to the tip of his ears. “Zoro, you did a very good job. You’re amazing, and your muscles make you very strong, you look even more handsome when you protect us all.”
In a swift movement, he bear-hugs her. Zoro is usually slow, as he’s relaxed, but the pace caught Nami off-guard. “Love you.” He mumbles into her hair.
She squeezes him tight and blushes, although she’s not sure whether that’s just Zoro's body heat transferring over to her. “You’re all sweaty and hot! …I love you too.”
–
Two: Usopp
Usopp was hers, and had been fought for with all her might. Usopp was hers, but he didn’t know it until after Enies Lobby. Hers, the boy who protects her most often in fights and she protects him.
The Sunny was bright, and warm, and she was laying on top of him. She hoped the weight would keep him there. Crush him until he could never leave Sunny again.
“Don’t leave us again.” There was a command in her tone.
“I don’t want you to ever leave.” A request.
Her face in the crook of his neck. Skin to skin contact is what she wanted.
“You’re a hypocrite.”
She springs up. Looking at him dead in the eyes, on top of him. Over him.
“Fine then! We both never leave! You have to promise me you’ll never leave me again and I’ll promise you I’ll also cut that bullshit out, okay? ”
Her voice cracked. Tears.
He drew her closer again, lanky arms wrapping around her. Tightly, squeezing her close to him. She wants nothing more than to never leave here.
“I know I already said it. But I’m sorry for cutting you off! And I’m sorry for cutting our relationship off I know dealing with our other boyfriends must’ve sucked without me -
…
I love you?”
She snuggled into his neck. He was always hers. Always going to be hers. She was going to get in his brain and cloud his senses. Make him think of nothing but her and other boys that were also hers .
“Of course you do! You’re mine . All mine . Forever!”
…
“I love you too.”
–
Three: Sanji
Sanji was always hers. The proof of that followed her ever since they became friends. Again and again, she’d try to push Sanji away. Again, and again. He would keep coming back to incite more affection out of her. Draw it out of her with kindness and trust. She would keep messing up, over and over again. Letting cracks turn into gaping holes where distrust used to be.
She was watching Sanji make some pancakes, thin but not crepes, a recipe from the north blue that he wanted to try out for Nami when she said she was hungry. Nami liked watching him cook, it was like he was in his own world. For someone so completely consumed by other people, when he cooked he looked like he was in his own world. It was a unique experience.
When he was done, he rolled the pancakes into little log rolls, filled with melted chocolate and camel and salt, whipping cream on top. He had also cut up strawberries. Nami often resented and loved how good at cooking he was, it never incited a neutral reaction from her. He sits in the barstool next to her.
“Bon appétit! Je t'aime beaucoup, mais je veux manger ça.”
Nami frowned. The words circling around in her brain as she tried to remember what they meant.
“Nobody’s stopping you.”
“I know…” He whines. “I’m stopping myself!”
“Why?”
“Because it’s yours! I don’t eat things that are yours.”
“What if I want to share? …What if I want you to be selfish? And take some?” She smiled, playfully.
Her heart was racing.
It was simple, nothing more than asking Sanji to take something from her. Out of selfishness. Normal thing for her to do. They were dating .
“You…” His entire face is as red as a tomato.
He immediately takes the opportunity, enthusiastically, cursing in a foreign language using the words Nami first learned when learning said language. Wasn’t her fault, Sanji cursed in foreign languages more often. “It’s more polite.” Nami didn’t have the heart to tell him everybody can tell when you’re cursing, regardless of language. Especially when it’s him.
Nami watches him chew a slice of the pancake. Opening his mouth and chewing, lips closed. She can barely believe he took to the request so well.
“If you keep staring I’m going to eat the rest of this. I got the textures right. It’s soft-”
Nami takes a bite. He trails off.
“... soft…. It’s soft and cakey with a rich filling and bursts of flavour from the salt. It’s good, and simple. But I can make better.”
“It is good! I prefer this texture to normal pancakes. Chopper is the only person to like things that are that sweet and cakey.”
“That’s exactly it. I was testing this out as an alternative because I know the majority of the crew likes things that are lighter than pancakes from the south blue.”
Nami takes the last bite.
“I wanted that.”
“Too bad.” She sings songs.
Sanji kisses her. It’s desperate and needy and he explores her mouth with her tongue immediately and Nami is so absolutely taken aback. He usually shows more restraint but now he’s leaning into her, making her accommodate for his space. She reacts enthusiastically. He breaks away and leans back onto his stool.
“I didn’t…” I didn’t know you had that in you.
“You asked!” He is back to his easily flustered, smiling, goofy self. He has a slight nosebleed, and Nami half registers that she might have blood on her face. “I aim to please! Because I'm in love with you,” He turns his head and mumbles into his palm. “And because I liked it. A lot.”
She smiles. Blush covering her own face. This boy was hers, but maybe she could be his , for a moment, at least. “I love you too, moron.”
–
Four: Luffy
There were days where Nami could barely get out of bed. Anxiety filling her head.
Sometimes, it was hard to conceptualise that people love her, let alone be in their presence all day. So she isolates herself. Keeps in the room they sleep in all day. When they started noticing this habit despite her excuses, they knocked on the door.
They came to her when she wouldn’t come to them. It felt good in a way that made her feel ill. Bundled in blankets, Luffy would pick her up and bring her outside.
Bring her to them.
Being held by Luffy was something else, the strength of someone who held her with such an overwhelming sense of trust. He didn’t need to stretch most of the time, and his rides were so fast they were shockingly smooth.
In a blink of an eye a sleepy, weary girl afraid to mess everything up when nothing was dangerous to her, was greeted by sunlight, and a soft and warm chest to cuddle up against. Luffy was the best at carrying her out of all four of them.
“If you put me down you’re going to get a fee.”
“Okay! You could just ask. You know that, right?”
She mumbles into his chest. “... Please don’t put me down.”
“Good girl.”
She whines into his chest.
“What’s wrong, Nami?” His tone is too innocent and Nami thinks he’s a better liar than he ought to be for someone who claims not to know how to lie in the first place.
“Nothing is wrong . You idiot.”
“You don’t like when I tease you.”
She’s blushing, and she thinks he can’t see. Unless it’s up to her ears.
“... Let’s talk about something else.”
“I think you like when I tease you.” He smiles and she can see it out of the corner of her eye.
“Drop me! Drop me now!” She whispers to him. She’s smiling against his chest.
“I’m going to get a fine! Remember? ” Luffy laughs, chest falling and rising against Nami.
She barely registers it when Luffy sits down on the bench of the Sunny. Her eyes are closed.
“Do you want Sanji to get you some food?” His tone is soft. Nami is always surprised when Luffy is quieter. His voice is like the crackling of a fire when it’s like this.
“You’re going to have some, aren’t you?”
“I care about you sooo much, I just think food is the best medicine.”
Luffy is right. She sighs.
“You know when you feel bad because you’re hungry? I’m never hungry. I’ve got it all figured out! When have you last eaten today?”
Nami’s stomach growls.
“Sanji!!!” Nami cringes when Luffy's voice goes to its normal volume.
“Is Nami alright-”
She tunes out her partners’ indistinct chatting. Paying attention again when Luffy speaks softly to her. “He’s going to make us some stew.”
Nami’s mouth waters, and she feels a warmth in her chest as she knows she’s being taken care of. Again.
“That sounds so good…” She whines.
“Yeah! Right?”
“Luffy, why do you take care of me?”
“I like your body weight on me! I like taking care of you, but it’s only because I love you. Not because I like taking care of people. ‘M not Sanji! It matters to me if you’re comfortable.”
She looks up at him. She can feel tears in her eyes.
“I love you too.”
He smiles back at her. “I know! I know stuff like this makes you uncomfortable but you trust me so you do it anyways? So of course you love me! You’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” The words fumble in her mouth at first. “I’m yours. ”
“I can be yours, too.”
“I already knew that!” She laughs. She’s not sure whether she’s crying because she’s laughing or if she’s laughing because she’s crying.
“Can I kiss you?” Luffy gets out the question and Nami immediately obliges him. Luffy’s mouth tastes sweet, indicative of whatever he had for breakfast. He’s warm and Nami feels the warmth in him go from her to him and the blankets around her become suddenly hot. Luffy’s not a bad kisser, but he doesn’t show any restraint. He leans into her, taking up her space until they have to pull back. The blankets have fallen off of her now as she’s made no attempt to keep them on during the kiss. She hadn’t changed out of her sleep clothes, just wearing Zoro’s old t-shirt and panties, but she’s pretty sure nobody will mind.
“Thank you.” She’s out of breath, the words come out on an exhale. “You’re welcome! Let’s go wait in the kitchen while Sanji makes the stew!” The blankets are left behind as she’s carried to the kitchen and the smell crashes into her nose.
It isn’t so bad, having people that are hers.