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UN: NAMI

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[berrying]

( if nami watches zoro start scrawling a bunch of messages to her in his messy handwriting before hastily scribbling each of them out one at a time, well.

it's probably because he doesn't realize that she can see it happening. )

where the fu

hey are you ok

where are y

hi

nami

i mi

come home

the cook is going nuts here
you better come back soon.

[money]

( a heavy wait, where it feels like zoro has his fingers in her chest, plucking at her heartstrings. part of her isn't surprised to hear from zoro — the bigger part of her can't help it. he misses her? misses what? someone to elbow him in the stomach at night?

written small, )

i can't.
zoro, i can't. you shouldn't want me to.

[berrying]

why?

( this time, there's no hesitation.

why can't she? why shouldn't he? )

text — un: SANJI

[scone]

nami. i just wanted to check up on you.
i made a braised rabbit with a blueberry glaze, and i thought i could bring some over if you tell me where you're staying. i'm worried that no one's cooking for you. there's a lot of blood in this meal, so it'll keep you sustained and it should still taste good.
there's plenty. if you're staying with friends, there's enough for them, too.

[money]

( ahaha. what. )

aren't you mad at me?

[scone]

[ there was, and is, the crushing weight of his own depression exacerbated by her sudden abandonment, but anger? anger never crossed his mind, not with her. anger is what he feels when he looks at zoro and tastes blood in his mouth. ]

what kind of man gets angry at a woman?

[berrying]

( here he goes again with this shit. )

come home this is fucking bad

hey what's up

i think the cook might actually kill m

hey maybe you should come home

something is happening with the cook

( .... vague ..........

zoro is not above emotionally blackmailing nami into coming home, but also, like, no need for alarm, he can totally handle this by himself.

"this" being sanji going full feral bunny rabbit in the village and coming home drenched in blood. )

[money]

where is he what is it
you can't just send that with zero explanation

( if this bitch gave up another eye nami might literally kill him. )

[berrying]

( well. great job of not alarming nami. )

he's one of those
changeling things that the head witches were talking about

he changed

special delivery ✨

[redforce]

( wherever nami happens to be staying, a plainly wrapped gift ends up on her doorstep late one evening. it looks to be a book, though it has clearly been deeply worn with age. the spine is fraying and coming apart, the cover faded and barely legible; the pages yellowed and brittle, quite a few torn or missing. at first, it probably doesn't seem like a very good gift, as if shanks had just rescued some trash from a fire, but upon closer inspection: this is a human atlas of some kind, though many of the details are too worn to make out. still, it might be useful.

with it, shanks includes a neatly written note (as neat as he can make it, anyway), signed alongside a crudely drawn image of his jolly roger. he never claimed to be an artist.

Nami, I thought this might be of interest to you. -S ☠️

the atlas isn't for nothing, either. there's been something strange going on, with people getting sick, people changing. it's an offering as much as it is a gift. )

text; un: koby

[kobes]

I have a favor to ask.

[money]

i'm not falling for that one. favor first, then i'll tell you if i can do it.

[kobes]

[HEAVY, PUT-OPEN SIGH.]

I need to confirm something about the whole
Seal thing
And you're the only one here I trust to do it.

text;

[berrying]

read my notebook when you get home
i'm going for a walk to clear my head

( and when she does get home, zoro's notebook has a page bookmarked, and there may or may not be tiny pinprick indents into the pages like he was gripping the damn thing for dear life. they can lock things from other prying eyes flipping through their own notebook's pages, sure, but that doesn't mean he can't show someone his. it's surely a great start to their night together, just the two of them.

he'll come home eventually, though, maybe a few hours later, nestled in his leather jacket with cheeks pink from the cold, all stone-faced but striped tail thrashing to and fro behind him which entirely betrays the moodiness that's washed over him. )

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[money]

( there's a certain perverseness to reading anyone's private messages, with permission or otherwise. if his conversation with sanji didn't give her so much to think about, nami isn't sure she could resist going through the rest of his messages, just because it was there. but — there's plenty to mull over, prodding at this sore ache in her belly that forms when she sees how tense it all is, between them. nami does nothing as much as sit at their frequently destroyed and barely hanging on table, staring out the nearby window, her thumb nail bitten between her teeth while she thinks, and thinks, and thinks some more.

what she decides: sanji is torn, and confused, and upset with himself, and all those feelings are there for a reason which seems obvious to nami alone. what else she decides: how careless he is with zoro's feelings is unacceptable. more than, it's cruel. she finds herself almost glad he won't be home tonight, so nami has a little distance to get a little less mad with him, and some room to cushion the effect bruised vulnerability takes on zoro. she, maybe better than anyone, knows how painful it is to crack open your ribs just to show off your heart.

zoro coming home perks her out of her trance, straightening up and managing a small, but genuine smile upon seeing him. nami hesitates a beat before sitting up, going over to him, hands sliding over the worn leather of his jacket. )

Hey, kitty. ( once the zipper slides open, nami helps her way inside, arms wrapping around his middle, tucking her head under his chin. ) How are you? Honest answer.

[berrying]

( zoro tries not to tense up as nami approaches him, but his jaw still tightens a little regardless — it's aggravating for someone so used to schooling his expression into something neutral, uncaring, to have his emotions fully on display whether he likes it or not, ears turning outwards, pressing back towards his hair.

he breathes out slowly as she touches him, practically pets him through his jacket, unzipping it and hugging him tightly beneath. ) I'm fine.

( but zoro obviously isn't, which makes him sigh, tension slipping off of him as he hugs her closer, cheek pressed against her hair and nuzzling gently. apologetically, maybe, for the initial prickliness. ) Just — pissed off.

text — un: SANJI

[scone]

nami 💕
there's a supply of fresh blood and meat in the kitchen. bee and i caught a buck.
there isn't much out there to hunt, though. we got lucky.
i'm going out again to see what i can find, so can you make sure zoro eats?
have some too if you're peckish. there are other snacks around, but zoro needs the blood.
i'll make you something special when i get back 💘

[money]

why don't you make sure he eats?
it would mean more coming from you.

[scone]

he needs more than what we have, so it's more important that i go hunting.
besides, he'd love for you to feed him. and if you could check his bandages, too.
just to see how his wounds are coming along.

idk sometime in feb

[kobes]

Did you get home safely? [He should've gone with her. He should've made sure. But he'd assumed -- well. He'd wanted it to be one of the others, to mend things, maybe. And then the storm had lasted and lasted and he'd let his mind go, lost in the river currents for days and days and days, and it's only now, with the slight thaw, that he remembers who he is.

So:] Do you need anything?

YAY

[money]

i'm alright

( ish. recovery has been hell. zoro's still mostly stuck in bed. sanji has been hovering, mothering. she has almost not gotten kissed at all, recently. )

actually yes. i do.
when are you free? we're in desperate need of a not awful day, you and me.

[kobes]

[Which is Nami-code for "bad". But she's alert enough to be responding, and Koby's alert enough to be relieved. They can just -- focus on that. Not on everything that's terrible, right?]

Good. I mean, good that you're alright. All your toes and everything. [A beat.] You DO have all your toes, right? [If she doesn't, he's going to be so mortified.

The request is -- surprising? But nice. Really nice.] I'm always free. I've been mostly [Another pause.] not human. It's been easier. [Seals don't care much about emotional interworkings. Seals care about fish and water and sunlight through the clouds.] What sort of not-awful?

text — un: SANJI

[scone]

[ he has never pulled on his end of their connection before. honestly, he finds the thought of it as disrespectful as ordering nami around or asking her to put his cock in her mouth — never, she's a lady and he's a goddamn gentleman and he'll live by his code until he dies — but this qualifies as an emergency. a real, actual, genuine fucking emergency, worse than the kitchen is on fire because he's seen plenty of kitchens on fire and that's child's play to handle.

no, this seems — irreversible. horrendous and breathtaking at once. he doesn't know what to think — he's alarmed to the highest fucking degree, but he's also secretly, or not so secretly, a little nasty on the inside, so a part of him is thrilled. thrilled in a horrified sort of way. but thrilled nonetheless.

exactly one nap ago, he'd slipped into bed around noon as just sanji. he'd had his normal dreams, which mostly consisted of nami and her breasts, and woken up wet between the legs. this isn't out of the ordinary; he has wet dreams all the time and even more frequently now thanks to his condition. only, his cock had been dry. still, he'd been pulsing between the legs, and a peek beneath the covers had given him the worst shock of his life. ]

nami. i need you to do the thing where you feel me completely.
please. right now. are you busy? something just happened to me.

[ as in he just dreamed himself an actual fucking cunt, and it's so beautiful he wants to cry. secondary is the healthy dose of abject terror at how much more change his body can actually take. ]

[money]

ok! 🧡
give me one sec.

( she says, not really rushed at all, because sanji is always asking for weird things that seem stressful to him and no one else. she's not in the middle of anything important, but she wraps up whatever sketchy line she was making on her maps in progress, and puts her focus back on him, closing her eyes. the connection comes easier to her now than ever — something that strengthens and grows the more she uses it. it's easy to differentiate between sanji and zoro because they're completely different. sanji's bond is more bright to her, more easy to locate, always having the impression more than the actual scent of freshly baked bread. she fingers the line, easily falling into sanji, feeling all his hormonal aches and pains, the back burner of his sickness, the twinge in his spine. she frowns, palms body her body, his body, lithe and lean. something is different, she can tell that much. but what is it?

she follows her instinct, although it's probably just because sanji is turned on — so maybe that's what he wanted. a quick telepathic jerk off? it doesn't really seem like sanji, and nami would be annoyed, except his arousal is bleeding into her and spurning her forward. they'll need to have a conversation later. except. well, when her hands go into her skirt, and sanji's go into his pants, it's — different. unusual. nami frowns, poking her fingers up and through his slick folds, curious, pressing in until she has a finger buried inside her, inside sanji. maybe her wires got crossed? is it herself she's feeling?

her other fingers flare out, stroking the flat, puckered hole of her ass. sanji's ass. it's all still there. ah. )

What is that? ( sanji's probably freaking out — in fact, she can taste his tangled up panic inside his desire, while she idly strokes both their cunts and just. decides to act like this is normal. for sanji's sake. ) No, this makes sense. Your body is adapting to the pregnancy. Are you hurting?

[scone]

It's not — [ normal, fuck, nothing about this is normal. ] Nami, I'm a man.

[ it's pathetically hard to still cling to his rigid thoughts when he has two fingers right in his cunt, and when people who think like zeff don't really have a place in this world anymore, and sanji can't untangle his long-held beliefs for a multitude of reasons. he sighs, long and loud, and hopes zoro is nowhere near because he might overhear and think sanji needs something, because zoro is always looking at him with his big kitten eyes as if he needs something these days.

and then, in an unwanted rush, the thought of zoro's cock in his cunt. yes, he needs that. he groans in dismay, clenching around his fingers. ]

No. Not hurting. [ only his pride at how easily he's cowed by all this. ] I had a dream about you, and I — I came. There. In my sleep.

[ he's hushed as he admits it, shameful, like he's committed some crime against nami by not asking if he could have an erotic fantasy about her with his new cunt. at least he knows his way around one better than the back of his own hand, angling his fingers further in with a squelch, his hips listing off the bed as wetness trickles down. he shudders — then remembers, his eyes flying open. ]

Can you feel that?