hiii could you please do a Luffy x Wife reader? Like, they promised to marry each other when they were kids, eventually did get married as soon as they were of legal age and they go everywhere together but the crew only noticed they were married once Nami noticed that little shine of Readers ring because idk I feel like Luffy isn't a very kissy kissy type more just huggy huggy YK WHAT I MEAN? but the crew never thought much of it cause he was like that with everyone and like... yer
please and thank you 😣🙏
This is such a cute idea! Thank you for for your request! Hope you enjoy!
Gold Ring, Red Vest
Luffy x Wife!Reader
You and Luffy had promised to marry each other when you were seven.
It was under a tree, after a shared meat skewer, sticky sauce on both your cheeks and dirt on your hands. You didn’t know what marriage really meant. Luffy didn’t either. But the idea of being together forever? That was enough.
“Let’s get married when we grow up!”
“Yeah! And we’ll eat meat every day!” “And we’ll fight bad guys.” “And we’ll sail the whole world!” “I’ll be Pirate King—so you can be Pirate Queen!”
You’d sealed it with a spit handshake. Ace gagged in the background. Sabo called it “kinda romantic, kinda gross.” Dadan told you both to stop being weirdos and come inside before the wolves showed up again.
You were there for all of it—your trips to the mountain bandit hideout frequent and full of scraped knees and louder laughs. You met Ace the same way everyone else did: by getting punched and yelling right back. Sabo shared his book with you before he ever shared it with Luffy. You were their fourth member. Your gang. Your boys.
But Luffy was always yours.
He held your hand when the campfire crackled too loud. You tucked daisies into his hair when he pouted. And when he said he’d set off to sea one day, you told him to wait. “Wait for me to be old enough. You promised, remember?” Luffy blinked. Then grinned so wide his cheeks dimpled. “I remember. I always remember.”
Years later…
The Straw Hat crew never did notice anything unusual between you and Luffy.
Sure, he was always affectionate—but that’s just how Luffy was, right? Zoro got tackled in hugs. Chopper got cuddled like a plush toy. Even Franky had been given a surprise nuzzle once. Luffy was… just like that.
You were a little like that too. So no one blinked when Luffy wrapped his arms around you from behind. Or dragged you to sit on his lap. Or chewed meat and offered you the next bite, all smile and no shame.
Until Nami noticed your ring.
It wasn’t flashy. Just a small gold band, catching the sun when you lifted your hand to wave.
She squinted.
“…Is that a wedding ring?”
You blinked down at it. “Oh. Yeah.”
“WHAT.”
Cue chaos.
Zoro’s sword dropped mid-clean. Sanji’s cigarette fell out of his mouth. Usopp choked on his orange juice and Franky literally spat cola. Robin chuckled behind her hand. Chopper was just confused.
“Married!?” “To Luffy!?” “Since when?!”
Luffy walked in mid-outburst, meat bone in hand. “Huh? What’s up?”
You smiled. “They just found out.”
Luffy blinked. “About the wedding?”
“Mmhm.”
“Ohhh. Cool. Wanna see the dance we made?” He grabbed your hands instantly and started swinging you around the deck, recreating the silly spin-step-spin you’d both done barefoot in Foosha village the day you turned legal and immediately got married. Makino had cried. Dadan bawled. The mayor gave a speech. You and Luffy made paper rings and traded real ones after.
Your wedding photo—drawn by Luffy with crayons—was still crumpled in your coat pocket.
“Hold on, hold on,” Nami said, pushing the two of you apart. “You’re telling me you’ve been married this whole time?”
“Yep,” you chirped.
“And you never told us?!”
Luffy tilted his head. “You never asked.”
You shrugged. “Didn’t come up.”
Brook fanned himself dramatically. “But when—how—where—”
“Foosha village,” you said.
“Under the big tree,” Luffy added, proud.
You both grinned at each other, eyes crinkling.
Zoro groaned. “This explains so much.”
Sanji was still weeping into a handkerchief. “My heart... my dreams… shattered…”
Later that night, with Luffy wrapped around you like a scarf on the Sunny’s figurehead, you twirled your ring between your fingers.
“You think they’ll get used to it?” you asked.
“They always do,” Luffy mumbled, cheek squished against your shoulder. “You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s all.”
You kissed the top of his head.
He didn’t kiss you back—he just smiled and pulled you closer. His kind of love wasn’t made of passionate declarations or sweeping gestures. It was loud laughter and warm hugs. Trust and tandem naps. Your fingers linked as you stood at the bow. That was Luffy’s way.
And it had always been enough. From spit handshakes to gold rings.
Forever, just like you’d promised.
Sanji made a whole dinner in your honor.
Nami made you a spreadsheet of exactly how long you kept it secret.
Franky offered to remake your rings into SUPER matching wedding bands.
Zoro made gagging noises every time Luffy hugged you for the next three days.
Robin gave you both a book on “Married Life and Maritime Adventures.”
Brook wrote a love ballad for your union.
Usopp designed a “Just Married… 5 Years Ago” banner.
And Chopper?
Chopper made you a “Top Secret Straw Hat Love Club” badge and insisted on wearing his too. Just because
--
It had been a few days since the Big Reveal™.
Everyone was still adjusting.
Well, “adjusting” was generous.
More like staring at you and Luffy with unblinking suspicion, as if the way he handed you his half-eaten meat skewer now had depth or the way you leaned into him during sunny naps was suddenly illegal. The dynamic hadn’t changed.
But the context had.
You were lounging beside Luffy, both your legs tossed lazily over his lap as he absently traced shapes on your shin. He was laughing—genuinely wheezing—at a joke you made about the seagull that dive-bombed Zoro’s hair gel.
Sanji was watching from the kitchen window, arms crossed, suffering.
“…They’ve always done that,” Nami whispered beside him, eyeing the scene with a strange mix of amusement and betrayal. “Why does it feel so different now?”
“Because now it’s real,” Sanji hissed, like he’d been personally wounded. “She’s married. To Luffy.”
Usopp, next to him, rubbed his chin. “They’ve been married.”
“That doesn’t help, Usopp.”
Franky adjusted his sunglasses. “To be fair, I always assumed they were just weirdly close childhood besties.”
“They are,” Robin said smoothly, sipping her tea. “They just also share a legal union and a bed.”
Sanji wailed.
Later that afternoon, you strolled into the kitchen humming, barefoot and relaxed, reaching over to grab an apple. Luffy, as usual, clung to your back like a sleepy koala, his chin resting on your shoulder.
Sanji straightened. His eyes were full of betrayal.
“(Y/N)-swan…” he began dramatically. “How could you?”
You blinked. “Huh?”
He dropped to his knees. “How could you let him marry you?! I would’ve cooked you candlelit dinners every night! I would’ve carried you across every puddle! I would've—”
Luffy, mid-apple bite, stared blankly. “Wait… you like her?”
Sanji stopped mid-rant.
“Of course I do! I always have!”
Luffy frowned, slowly leaning more of his weight into you like a pouty blanket. “But you do that with every girl.”
“This was different!” Sanji wailed. “I meant it! I liked her liked her!”
Luffy’s eyebrows pinched. “You can’t like her liked her.”
“Why not?!”
“Because she’s mine!”
The kitchen went dead silent.
Luffy rarely used words like that. Not seriously. Not possessively. Not with that strange, almost growly edge in his voice.
You turned slightly in his arms, surprised—but not shocked. You knew how much Luffy loved you. It was in every action, every grin, every time he let you wear his straw hat without flinching. He didn’t do possessive. Not often.
But this?
This was different.
“She’s my wife,” Luffy said again, slower this time. “I married her. We promised. When we were kids. And I’m not sharing.”
Sanji looked genuinely heartbroken.
“But you never said—”
“I didn’t know I needed to,” Luffy said, squeezing his arms around your waist. “You didn’t ask.”
You leaned your head against his.
“She’s the funniest girl in the world,” he added. “And the prettiest. She makes me laugh all the time. She makes me feel like I can fight a million bad guys if she’s cheering for me. She smells nice. Her feet are cold but I like when she puts them on my legs at night. Her voice makes my brain quiet. And she’s mine. So stop trying to steal her.”
Sanji looked like he might cry again.
You blinked, cheeks warm.
“…I thought I was the one who gets poetic,” you whispered, stunned.
Luffy just grinned. “You rub off on me.”
From that moment on, Luffy was—how to put it? More... Luffy. But with a bite.
He started holding your hand more often. Pulling you into his lap even when you were just trying to read. Giving Sanji death glares if he offered you juice. Refusing to leave you out of his hugs, tugging you with him even when stretching to another ship.
Zoro clocked it first.
“He’s gone full territorial.”
Chopper nodded, concerned. “Should we… sedate him?”
Robin smirked. “It’s fascinating. Like a monkey guarding a precious fruit.”
“He is a monkey,” Nami muttered.
You didn’t mind. You were used to clingy, squishy Luffy. This was just a possessive, competitive version of that.
And honestly?
You kinda liked it.
It was nice, being claimed by someone who didn’t want anything from you but your smile. Nice, knowing that to him, you were everything.
Still, you kissed Sanji on the cheek one night, just to tease. He immediately fainted.
Luffy sulked for the rest of the evening, hiding under your shirt like a ticked-off blanket.
“Mine,” he muttered. “Yours,” you agreed, playing with his hair. “Forever.” “Since we were seven.” “Spit handshake and all.” “Grossest wedding proposal in history.” “Best wedding proposal in history.”
You snorted, wrapping your arms around his head. And outside, the rest of the crew gave up trying to understand it.
“It makes sense now,” Usopp whispered. “They’re just… stupidly in love.”
“Like really, really dumb in love,” Nami added.
Zoro nodded. “Disgusting.”
Chopper wiped a tear. “I want that one day…”
Robin flipped her book shut and sighed dreamily. “Childhood promises that lasted into adulthood… how romantic.”
Franky wept.
Brook wrote another ballad.
Sanji cooked in tragic silence.
And Luffy? He held you tighter. Always did. Always would.
--
t started subtly.
You were mid-fight—some nameless island goons talking big and swinging bigger—and you kicked one square in the chest, sending him flying into a fruit stand.
Luffy, fists at his sides, beamed proudly from the edge of the battlefield and yelled:
“THAT’S MY WIFE!”
The Straw Hats all froze for a half-second.
“Did… did he just—?” Usopp squinted.
“Yep,” Zoro grunted, slicing through two thugs. “Keep count.”
It didn’t stop.
Every time you threw a punch, landed a clean sweep, or flipped someone over your shoulder, Luffy would yell it like it was the ultimate battle cry.
“That’s my WIFE!” “She’s SO COOL!” “You see that?! My wife did that!!”
You stabbed a pirate’s weapon out of his hand mid-lunge. Luffy, from a rooftop: “MARRY ME AGAIN!!!”
You grabbed two guys by their collars and headbutted them into each other. Luffy, starry-eyed: “THAT’S HER!! THAT’S MY GIRL!! MY WIFE!!”
“Can he not,” Sanji hissed under his breath as he roundhouse-kicked someone.
“He can and he will,” Nami said, blocking with her staff. “I think he’s even prouder of her fighting skills than his own.”
Robin chuckled. “I find it endearing. He’s fully committed.”
“Too committed,” Zoro grunted, parrying a blade. “I’ve heard him shout that line eight times and the fight’s only halfway done.”
Chopper was practically vibrating with joy. “She’s so cool, though!”
“We know, Chopper.” “Luffy knows.” “The whole damn island knows now!”
The final blow of that skirmish?
You jump-spun over a cannon, kicked a guy in the jaw mid-air, and landed without a stumble.
Luffy actually screamed. Dropped to his knees like he’d just watched a divine miracle. “THAT’S MY WIIIIIIIFE—!!!”
A flock of startled seagulls flew off a nearby roof. The townspeople who had hidden inside started clapping. Franky cried. Sanji threw his cigarette into the dirt in dramatic despair. Zoro turned around and walked away like this was not his circus.
Back on the Sunny, bruised and bandaged and full of post-battle stew, the teasing didn’t stop.
“So, just to be clear,” Nami said, leaning her cheek on her hand, “you really like your wife.”
Luffy blinked. “Yeah?”
Robin smiled. “She’s quite skilled.”
Luffy nodded seriously. “The best. She’s funny and scary and she smells good and she’s got that move with the knee thing that goes bam! and—”
You smushed a pillow in his face mid-ramble. “Okay okay okay, I get it.”
He peeled it off, face pink but grinning. “You’re my wife.”
“Yes, Luffy. That is a fact.”
“My wife,” he repeated smugly.
“And we all know it now,” Usopp groaned from his hammock. “Loud and clear.”
Later that week, the crew split up to take on different pirate squads. You took the left flank.
When your group regrouped, Luffy jogged back, covered in soot and laughing.
“Did you see what she did?!”
Zoro sighed. “Yes, Luffy. We saw. You yelled ‘that’s my wife’ six times, two of which she wasn’t even in the frame.”
“But she was there!” Luffy argued. “I felt it. The air changed.”
Nami stared flatly. “You also shouted it when Sanji landed a high kick.”
Luffy tilted his head. “He kicked like (Y/N) does sometimes. I got confused.”
Sanji fumed. “You compared me to your wife?! I—!”
“I mean it as a compliment!!” Luffy beamed.
Eventually?
It became a Straw Hat inside joke.
Franky started building a sound system that played “THAT’S MY WIFE!” on command. Usopp started taking bets on how many times Luffy would shout it per battle. Robin offered to count them out loud. Chopper made a badge that said “Wife of the Captain (Certified Cool)” and insisted you wear it during island visits.
And Luffy?
He never stopped.
Didn’t care if it was a tavern scuffle or a full-scale war.
If you landed a punch?
If you flipped someone over your shoulder?
If you so much as raised an eyebrow and a whole navy soldier fainted?
Luffy, beaming like you’d just turned into the sun:
“THAT’S MY WIFE!!!”
And honestly?
You kinda loved it.
---
It began as mockery. (As most things on the Sunny did.)
The next battle was a chaotic scrap in a busy port town—clashing blades, smoke, screams, your knee in someone’s gut. A typical Tuesday.
Luffy, balanced on a rooftop, grinned wide as you body-checked a pirate into a market stall and bellowed:
“THAT’S MY WIFE!!”
And this time, without missing a beat—
“THAT’S HIS WIFE!” —came from Zoro, ducking a sword swing.
“HIS WIFE!” —Usopp echoed, hanging upside-down from a balcony.
“MARRIED TO HIM!!” —Nami yelled, smacking someone with her staff.
“SHE IS, IN FACT, HIS LEGAL SPOUSE!!” —Franky, tears in his eyes, while launching someone into orbit.
Luffy blinked. Paused mid-arm stretch. Then let out a giddy, sunbeam laugh that rattled the tiles beneath his feet.
“…You guys noticed!!”
After that, it became a thing.
Every time Luffy yelled “That’s my wife!” (which was often), the crew would chime in with increasingly ridiculous affirmations.
You knocked someone out with one punch?
Luffy: “That’s my wife!!” Crew: “CONFIRMED!!!” “TIED THE KNOT, BABY!” “RING ON HER FINGER, NAME ON THE PAPER!”
You swung down from a rooftop and roundhouse kicked two goons at once?
Luffy, practically levitating: “THAT’S MY WIIIIIFE—!!” Crew chorus: “HIS SPOUSE!!” “HIS RIDE OR DIE!!” “THE MISSUS!”
Luffy ate it up.
The first time it happened, he was confused. His head tilted, a soft “Huh?” slipping out as he processed the call-and-response echoing around the battlefield. But then he grinned so hard it looked like his face might split in half.
He was delighted.
Later that night, Luffy plopped beside you on the deck, still laughing.
“They’re all sayin’ it now!” he said, wiggling with joy. “I yell it and they yell it too! It’s like… our move!”
You, calmly sipping water and icing a scraped knuckle, nodded. “It is technically a fact.”
Luffy blinked at you. “Only technically?”
“Well, you’re not wrong. I am your wife.”
He lit up like a lantern. “You like when I say it, right?”
You shrugged. “I don’t mind. You’re proud. It’s cute.”
“I am proud,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek with a wide, sleepy grin. “You’re my favorite thing.”
Robin passed behind you both, murmuring with a smile, “That’s his wife.”
Luffy squealed in delight.
You didn’t react.
Because again: it was just a fact.
he next island brought new enemies, and with them:
Luffy: “THAT’S MY WIFE!!” Crew: “HIS BELOVED!” “FIRST LADY OF THE PIRATE KINGDOM!” “MRS. STRAW HAT!”
Someone once tried to flirt with you in a tavern.
Luffy didn’t notice at first. But then—
“Back off, dude, that’s his WIFE.” —Zoro, dragging the guy away by his collar.
“Like, legally and spiritually,” Usopp added from under the table.
Luffy blinked, confused. “Huh? Who—? Oh, yeah. She is.”
Cue smug arm-wrapping. Cue chest-puffing. Cue a full twenty-minute explanation of your wedding under a Foosha tree that no one asked for.
You just sipped your drink. Neutral.
Still technically true.
One day, while you were in the middle of high-kicking a bounty hunter off a staircase, a random civilian watching from afar whispered:
“…That’s his wife, right?”
“Yeah,” Chopper said from the bushes, full of pride. “She is.”
And in the distance, Luffy yelled it again.
“THAT’S MY WIIIIIIIFE—!!!”
And the whole crew, in sync, arms raised:
“YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
You just sighed.
“...Honestly, it could be worse.”
