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Sanji x Nami: Last Message
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Genre: Tragedy/Hurt-Comfort/Friendship (prepare your tissue)
Summary: Sanji was died. After few days, The Crews has been able to organize their sadness, except Nami. They then worry she shows sign of insanity and suicidal. Is it true? Can they comfort Nami? Love and nakamaship in one
Note: The italic means Sanji's special dialog
We aren't brave because we died like a hero
Sanji-kun, where are you?
You promised to come back, right?
You promised not to leave me, right?
You promised you would be there for me when I woke up, right?
Nami goes into an empty kitchen. There is no sign of someone busily preparing dinner as usual. Luffy also doesn't roam the place, but if he knows the chef is not here, he might sneak in.
"Luffy, do not be a greedy idiot, or Nami-san will continue to beat you."
Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper peek from behind the door of the dining
Stormy Day (Zoro x Reader)
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It was a stormy day on the Grand Line. Every member of the Straw Hat crew have almost barricaded themselves indoors.
Franky and Usopp in their respective workshops, Brook was most likely wandering around, only stopping in certain places to play a tune for a crewmate. Luffy, Sanji and Chopper were in the kitchen, Nami and Robin were in the library, while you and Zoro were in the crow's nest.
You were reading and he was working out, as usual.
Everything was peaceful and quiet, the pitter patter of the rain was strangely relaxing, and the clinking of any metal weights Zoro was using was familiar. Your book was very enjoyable, as you had read it many times before.
You were also all jumbled up in the comforter from your bed. The only problem was the occasional thunder that boomed across the sky every few minutes, and the lightning that followed.
You knew full well that the Thousand Sunny was way too durable and perfect to be done in by a little thunder and lightning, but you couldn't help t
Pain (Zoro x Reader)
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(A/N: May be sad and angsty, don't read if that's not your thing.)
It was around midnight, Zoro figured, by the time Chopper stepped outside the girls' room, holding his small bag of medical supplies and a stethoscope draped over his shoulders. Without a word between the two, Chopper looked up at the swordsman and gave a weak smile, waving a hoof before stepping away from the door, leaving it open so Zoro could enter the room.
The lights were dim, somber almost. As Zoro walked inside and closed the door quietly behind him, he walked up to (name)'s bed, where she lied, hooked up to the new IV machine and oxygen tank the crew bought her with the last of their treasure on the island they left a few days ago.
Nami and Robin sat on their beds, looking down on (name) with saddened expressions. (Name) gave them each a weak smile and struggled to move her head up when she noticed she had another visitor. “Hey, grumpy pants,” she said, her voice raspy and no longer the smooth, beaut