a/n: a little insight looking at their more serious moments together (plus typical playful Luffy)

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Nami is many things.

Nami is boisterous and bossy; her attitude is harsh, wild, exaggerated. Nami is scary—truly terrifying—rebellious. This woman is unruly

—and greedy—disgustingly greedy and lacking in the physical hardworking sense. Nami is, at times, hard to handle and indefinitely stubborn, although in a way he loves her selfishness and her tenacious attitude—she is Nami nevertheless, and being defective simply suited her.

She is his navigator—he cannot survive without her.

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Nami kneels on rigid flooring, her eyes are covered. It is raining, and her hair, it is wet, mattered to her small forehead.

The rain smells like anxiety and dread. Luffy stands beside her.

She is crying, and her head, it is slightly tilted downward and her eyes are forcefully shut—to hide the remorse, the pain.

She is weak.

A whisper. "I'm sorry—" and he hears the tremble in her voice, the subtle tap of uneven breaths, until her eyes are damp. She is shivering and he can smell the fear, her guilt, and the rain.

"—I'm sorry," she repeats, her voice is tiny. "I am so sorry." A third time. Tears roll down her cheeks, and he simply stands there, shadows in his eyes.

He is close. So, so close to her, but she can't move to reach out to him.

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Nami is many things.

Nami is strong willed and smart, the only individual he could trust to navigate him to the ends of the seas and back, the only crew member to boss him around. She is undoubtedly amazing and beautiful—and he hates, unquestionably hates himself when she cries. She is more durable than she looks, more treacherous, bolder, and more fearsome—she is exceptional, so whywhy did she feel the need to cry?

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"I'm pathetic," she finally whimpers, eyes avert his gaze.

He says nothing, fists clench together. He doesn't know what to say.

The cold rain jars at his shoulders.

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He knows she isn't weak, she is Nami. She is compassionate—devises ambition, beauty, skills—everything and more. He hated it when she cried.

Hesitant for a moment, he reaches for his straw hat—his beloved treasure; gripping the item in his grasp he slams it down on her head.

The gesture makes her cry out harder, and he knows he doesn't need to say anything.

His actions alone are enough.

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Moments later she stands up and he is abrupt to brush away salty tears. He is rash, yet gentle enough not to leave tear stains on her cheeks. He retreats his hand.

"Hey—my hat looks pretty good on you," he lastly speaks—and he flashes a signature grin, the mood lightens. She was the only person he would ever speak those words too. Nami clutches the item, she too cannot help but return a joyful smile to her captain.

"Here," she is slow to part the treasure from her head, a small sniffle escaping from her. "It might look good on me," she hugs the hat close to her heart, "but—" she smiles, slamming the straw hat back onto his head, "it looks best on you."

He grins again, harder this time. "You got that right!" and he ruffles her mattered, sodden hair.

"—oi!" she stammers, the subject is quick to change, "I'm charging you 1000 beli for touching my locks!" she dons a serious look.

Luffy bursts out into full frontal laughter, "Are you forgetting what you just wore? I should be charging you." He continues to laugh, "And you call me stupid—baka." He is swiftly hit by an outraged Nami.

And he wonders for a moment—to him she is special, and she deserved to wear his treasure. Perhaps after everything, he could entrust not only his treasure to her, but his life too.

Nami is many things, after all.

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