“you’re such an idiot…” Nami scoffed softly, her hand gently rubbing at your nice hip. You sat in her lap, watching her map the next course and island they would stop at. She held your hip, slowly rubbing up to your waist.

You kissed at her cheek, and she giggled. The two hottest and gayest motherfuckers on this boat. The two slept in the same room, as Nami never really wanted to let go of you. She was more possessive than you thought. You had never been in a proper relationship before, so you thought this was normal.

She always tugged you away when someone tried to flirt with you, and she hit some man over the head once when you got touched inappropriately. You didn’t notice it, since Nami pulled you away quickly, but blood began to pour from his head when he hit the floor.

She shared her money with you, and you were by her side, always. Before you two began to share a room, she would steal your clothes. She loved your scent, and loved every little thing about you…

She couldn’t resist you. You were her golden light, her own little treasure she let nobody touch….