Well, we should certainly make sure that everyone knows about this image, or how will they know not to post it? It's not like "That image of Musk looking like a Nazi" would narrow it down.
Carlo "The Hammer" Santoro (Capofamiglia/ the Don)
Yandere Short Stories: Den of Wolves (Pt 1)
Yandere Mobsters x Waitress Fem Reader
A group of three mobsters sat in a dimly lit speakeasy as two of them conversed back and forth. Sonny remained bored as he nursed his drink while Tony and Nico went back and forth.
“No wonder you can’t get a girl, Tony. You’re fat as hell.” Nico loudly laughed as him and the boys all poked at Tony. “Probably haven’t seen Lil’ Tony in ages, huh pot-belly?”
“I’m not fat! Nonna says I’m husky.” Tony snapped as he gestured to his muscular yet bulkier frame. “I’m built strongly unlike you and your twig legs, Nico. You’re all skin and bones.”
“Tch. Whatever you say with your alderman.” Nico clicked his tongue as the two mobsters then became engaged in a heated back and forth exchange of insults.
The two stopped their squabble when the door swung open and a beaming Vinnie strolled in. The youngest mobster gave his group a big grin that screamed the cat finally caught the canary.
“Who got you smiling like that, Vinnie? Finally brought a broad back to your place?” Tony laughed at what Nico asked.
“Now you know I’m a picky man, Nico.” Vinnie adjusted his suit and pointed his nose up to the ceiling. “I got standards, unlike you.”
Tony loudly cackled when Nico’s face flushed in shame. Sonny only gave a smirk before he went back to his drink.
“Hey now. No need for friendly fire. It was just a question. You don’t usually smile like that.”
“If you must know, I asked that doll at the diner near the docks out. She’s a real pretty dame.” Vinnie told the boys who snickered.
“The one you’ve been ogling for months? We thought you were just gonna continue being a creep.” Sonny’s thick accent rung throughout the empty speakeasy. He reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “Didn’t think you knew how to talk to girls, Vinnie.”
“I do too know how to talk to girls, Sonny!” Vinnie spat as his face grew red from embarrassment. “She’s just… she’s different. I like her a lot.”
“You must if you’ve been after her this long and still haven’t lost interest. You’ve been stuck on her.” Sonny hummed. “Must be real pretty to keep you interested.”
“She’s my Bella and she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Vinnie sighed dreamily. “We’re dating now.”
Sonny gave his little brother a look. “Something tells me that you’re lyin.’ I don’t know any dame who’d willingly date a guy with your ugly mug. Did you flash her your gat?”
The other men laughed as Vinnie glared at Sonny. Everyone knew Vinnie’s scar on his cheeks was a sore spot for him.
“Sorry I’m not a pretty boy like you, Sonny.” Vinnie huffed. “But she’s still my girl.”
Sonny waved his hand to dismiss Vinnie’s claims. “Sure she is and pigs can fly too.”
“I’ll show you guys! I’ll take her out on the town.” Vinnie huffed, the tall mobster left the speakeasy in a hurry to go to the diner with (your name) worked.
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(Your name) had just finished a shift when she heard the horn of a car honk at her. She turned to see Vinnie in his all black Cadillac town sedan as the monster gave her a goofy grin.
“My girl just got off work, how about I drive you to a restaurant, hm? My treat, sweetheart. I’m starvin’ and I know this spot down in little Italy you’ll love. The food’s to die for, I swear. ” Vinnie got out of the car to offer his arm to her. The scent of his aftershave was subtle along with the scent of tobacco. She smiled at how much effort Vinnie put into a dapper appearance.
“Thank you, Vinnie.” (Your name) smiled at the mobster. Despite the fact she didn’t give him an answer when he asked her to be his, Vinnie truly believed she was. It was almost as if she didn’t have a say in the matter. “You’re as sweet as pie.”
She smiled when he puffed out his chest a bit like a male bird did to impress a mate. Vinnie lead her over to the passenger side of his vehicle and he swatted her hand when she tried to open the door.
“Hey! No. I’ll open all the doors for you, dear. Especially to my can.” He huffed. “You’re my girl, so you’re gonna be cared for. No need to lift a finger.”
(Your name) smiled politely as he helped her into the Cadillac, his dark eyes filled with warmth. Maybe Vinnie Moretti wasn’t as bad of a man as the rest of Manhattan made him seem?
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Vinnie took her to a nice restaurant and made sure to be the perfect gentleman. Yet she noticed the way the waiting staff seemed jumpy around him. Vinnie was not the boss by any means, but his rumored ruthlessness earned him the title of capo.
“This place swanky enough?” He gave her a grin. “This is one of the best spots in little Italy. It has the best cuisine. You like Italian food, sweetheart? I’ll give you some recommendations-“
A young waiter greeted the two with a polite smile and a bow. His gloved hands handed them both menus to start.
(Your name) gave a smile to the waiter when she was handed a menu. If she had looked up, she would have seen Vinnie’s face change green with envy. A terrifying expression was momentarily on Vinnie’s rugged face, his dark eyes now locked onto the waiter who went as cold as ice.
“W-would you like to hear the specials-“
“I don’t appreciate you interrupting me when I’m talkin to my girl. Scram.” Vinnie told the waiter who gave a bow and left with his tail between his legs. Vinnie then gave a smile to (your name) as if he hadn’t just expressed a thinly veiled threat to the waiter. “Anyways, doll. I recommend the meatballs.”
Vinnie began to ramble on and on, his hands moved as he spoke yet (your name) began to tune him out. Instead, she lost herself in her thoughts.
If she were to be involved with Vinnie, her life could become dangerous. The life of a mobster, especially one in the bootlegging industry, was not the brightest idea. No matter how charming Vinnie was, he was still a crook. She needed to end it before she got in too deep and drowned.
Vinnie grabbed (your name)‘s hand and kissed her knuckles to draw her attention back on him. His dark eyes studied her face.
“What’s got your attention that’s more important than me?” He had a teasing tone, yet she couldn’t see that little green monster that lurked behind those chocolate eyes. She didn’t want to be the one to find out if his rumored temper was true or not.
“I was just the inning about how lucky I am.” She gave him a warm smile and he instantly peppered her knuckles with more kisses. It seemed his ego was easy to satisfy.
“You know how to make a man’s heart race, sweetheart.” He smiled. “How ‘bout I take us somewhere to dance tonight?”
“Oh, but I’m not in dancing attire-“ Vinnie interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
“Nonsense. I’ll get ya a new dress and all that jazz. I’ll dress you to the nines. I’m sure a department store would bend over backwards to serve ya since you’re my girl.”
(Your name) just gave a smile to him while he ordered an assortment of different foods to try. Perhaps cutting things off would be much harder than she thought. Especially since Vinnie thought she belonged to him.
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After the meal Vinnie dragged guided (your name) to the department store. The mobster was eager to show what colors and styles he’d like to see her in. His dark eyes watched her marvel at a set of gold jewelry in interest. Gold and red went well together in his eyes.
“This is real nice, don’t cha think? I’m thinkin’ ruby red. I think it’d suit you, sweetheart. I think it’ll make you look like a rose. What do ya think?” He beamed. “Sei carina in qualsiasi cosa.”
“What?” She softly asked as Vinnie laughed.
“You’d look pretty in anything.” He smiled warmly. Golly when he smiled like that, he didn’t look nearly as intimidating. “What do you think? Want to match my tie tonight?”
She gently touched the fabric in thought. This color was indeed pretty. Vinnie had good taste. “It’s lovely… how much?”
“Psh. All me.” Vinnie laughed and took out his wallet to flash his cheese. “I could probably buy every dress in this store if you wanted, sweetheart.”
“There’s no need for all that, Vinnie. I like this dress.” (Your name) then heard Vinnie call over the clerk.
“I’d like to pay for this dress her and my girl was eyeballing those jewels over there. I’ll take them too.” Vinnie put on a show for (your name) and the workers in the department store. “I want to spoil ya, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Vinnie.” She smiled politely at the mobster who practically had hearts in his eyes. The young waitress still had no idea why he liked her so much.
Vinnie had the attendants dress her up to the nines as he searched around for a pair of shoes and a perfume. He wanted his girl to look her best so he could show her off to the boys. He’d show them that he indeed made her his squeeze.
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Vinnie paraded her around the speakeasy on his arm to his boys. His chest was puffed out and a smug expression was on his face.
“This is my lady, boys. I told you she was pretty.”
Sonny was the first to greet her. His tall form sauntered over like a cat. His dark eyes filled with mischief when he bent down to press a chaste kiss to the back of her hand that made her whole body shiver.
“It’s nice to know this twerp has good taste.” Vinnie scoffed at his handsome brother’s insult.
“Get the fuck outta here.” Vinnie gave him a little shove, his dark eyes narrowed at his brother. “Don’t listen to this cake-eater, sweetheart. He’s full of empty words that all the broads love.”
“Is he?” She asked in a soft tone, her lashes fluttered up at Vinnie. Vinnie was hooked, line and sinker.
“Think I don’t know my own brother? This guy would charm the pants off anything he can.” Vinnie jabbed his finger into Sonny’s chest. “This wise guy probably thinks he could steal you away but I won’t let him. You’re my girl.”
(Your name) just smiled as Vinnie lead her away from Sonny. But she couldn’t get rid of the way Sonny’s dark gaze made her feel like helpless prey spotted by a wolf. She gulped and tried to play it cool, but this speakeasy made her uncomfortable.
Even as the live jazz music continued on and Vinnie pulled her into an intimate slow dance, (your name) felt like she was trapped in a den of wolves. If only she knew she really was tangled in a mess she should have avoided like the plague.
It’s SHOCKING that V from V for Vendetta isn’t a Tumblr sexyman.
Like HELLO?! Verbose morally grey anti-fascist anarchist with a deep voice whose face is never revealed but implied to be horrifically scarred??? “It is time for me to meet my maker and repay him in kind for all that he has done to me”?!?! LEAVES A ROSE ON THE BODIES OF THE PEOPLE HE KILLED?!?!?!
Instagram story from the daughter of Robin Williams
GenAI stans found dead in Miami (it's also...something how genAI has brought out people's anti-social behavior, like why the fuck do you think someone would want to see an AI-generated video of their dead loved one???)
The sea wind is warm. The sky is clear. And Monkey D. Luffy is hungry.
"Meat!! Where’s the meat?!"
You sit on a barrel at the edge of the dock, watching the strange pirate in a red vest shout at thin air. His voice is loud. His hat is straw. His stomach growls like a lion.
You say nothing. You can’t say much anyway.
"Hey!" he turns and spots you "You! Are you from this island?"
"...this island..." you echo.
Luffy blinks "Huh? That’s weird."
"...that’s weird..."
He walks over, fast and curious like a child.
"What’s your name?"
"...your name..."
"Eh?! Why are you copying me?!"
"...copying me..."
He squints "Are you a parrot?"
You shake your head quickly. Then point at your throat. Then shrug.
Luffy tilts his head "You can’t talk right?"
"...talk right..."
"Aah! So you're cursed or something!"
You nod.
"Cool!"
"...cool..."
"Wait, no. That’s not cool." he frowns, rubbing his chin "Curses are bad. But I’ve met a lotta cursed people. Like Brook! He's a skeleton."
You stare at him. What kind of life is this guy living?
"I’m Luffy," he says proudly, pointing at himself "King of the Pirates!"
"...Pirates..."
You nod again, quietly amused.
He grins wide "Wanna come on my ship?"
"...your ship..."
"Yeah!" he laughs "You’re funny. And you look lonely."
You look away "...lonely..."
"...Me too, sometimes." he adds, quieter now.
You look at him again. He doesn’t look sad. But there’s something in his eyes... a soft, faraway thing.
Suddenly, he grabs your hand.
"Let’s go! We’ve got lots of meat and a weird deer doctor and a robot and—oh! Nami might yell, but she’s nice!"
You try to speak, try to say thank you...
But all that comes out is "...nice..."
He smiles anyway, like he understands. Like he hears the real you through the echo.
“Yup! Franky built him! He’s our shipwright. He’s super strong and goes SUUUPER loud!”
You flinch when he yells the last word. He laughs.
“Sorry! I get excited.”
You smile a little and step aboard.
The ship creaks gently under your feet. Seagulls cry overhead. You look around, deck, masts, ropes, sails, a mini garden? A fridge bigger than your house?
Everything feels strange and loud. Not just sound. Loud in energy.
You point at the fridge.
“Oh! That’s where Sanji keeps the food.”
Your stomach growls.
Luffy’s does too. His eyes light up “Wanna eat?!”
"...eat..."
“Let’s go!”
He runs ahead. You follow, not sure why. You don’t even know these people.
But something about him makes your feet move.
Inside the kitchen, a blonde man in a suit is chopping vegetables with fire in his eyes.
“Luffy, don’t you dare—”
“SANJIIIII I BROUGHT A FRIEND!”
He dodges a flying spoon.
“You can’t just bring people on board like strays!”
"...strays..." you mutter, suddenly unsure.
Sanji notices you. His expression softens.
“Oh. You're actually cute. Sorry about him.”
You raise an eyebrow. Cute?
Luffy, already opening the fridge, shouts, “They talk weird!”
"...talk weird..."
“They only repeats stuff.” Luffy says, mouth already full.
Sanji blinks “Cursed?”
You nod. Slowly.
“Poor one,” he says gently “You want something to eat?”
"...to eat..."
He chuckles and makes you a plate. Warm rice, veggies, meat.
You blink. You almost forgot what kindness felt like.
Luffy sits next to you, eating loudly. Talking even louder.
“I once ate 50 meat skewers in 10 minutes.”
"...10 minutes..."
“Zoro tried to beat me, but he passed out.”
"...passed out..."
“He’s dumb.”
A sleepy voice from the hallway growls, “I heard that, idiot.”
Luffy laughs. You smile again, just a little.
Later, you're sitting on the deck. The sea sparkles. You lean over the railing and watch the waves.
You hear a thump behind you. Luffy flops down beside you, chewing on a bone.
“What’s it like? That curse?”
You don’t answer. You can’t.
"...curse..."
He doesn’t seem to mind “I think you’re cool anyway.”
You look at him. Really look.
He’s smiling at the sky like it’s the most normal thing to say.
You echo softly.
"...cool..."
Months Later
You don’t remember the last time you felt out of place on the Sunny.
Nami yells at Luffy every morning. Zoro naps everywhere. Chopper checks your heartbeat too often. Sanji feeds you like he’s your second mom. Brook keeps asking if he can see your... well, never mind.
And Luffy is still Luffy.
Jumping into the sea without thinking. Laughing at clouds. Screaming about meat like it’s treasure.
But now, you watch him longer than before.
You catch yourself smiling at things you didn’t use to smile at.
The way his hat bounces when he runs. The sparkle in his eyes when he sees a new island. How he always offers you the last bite, even though he’s clearly still hungry.
You’re starting having feelings.
And it’s obvious.
To everyone but him.
“Hey, Y/N,” Nami says one afternoon, stretching in a lounge chair “You’ve got that look again.”
"...that look again..."
She smirks “Y’know. The Luffy look.”
You pretend not to hear. You stare out at the sea, cheeks warm.
Robin’s nearby, reading a book. She glances over and smiles knowingly “It’s cute.”
"...cute..."
“Don’t worry,” Nami says “We won’t tell him.”
Brook appears beside you suddenly “Yohohoho! But if I did tell him, would you die of embarrassment?”
You sigh, flopping onto the deck "...die of embarrassment..."
Later, you’re in the kitchen. Sanji’s chopping onions.
“Ah, young love,” he says dramatically “I can taste it in the air.”
You blink.
“I mean, it’s obvious,” he grins “The way you look at him like he’s made of sunshine and meat.”
You groan quietly "...sunshine and meat..."
“Exactly!” Sanji laughs “You poor thing.”
You try to act normal.
You help Chopper sort herbs. You dodge one of Franky’s explosions. You play cards with Usopp and Zoro.
But when Luffy walks in the room, it’s like gravity tilts.
“Hey, Y/N!” he grins, face covered in sauce “Wanna race me to the crow’s nest?!”
You blink "...race..."
He grabs your hand before you can answer, just like that first day.
And your heart does something stupid. Again.
You reach the top, both of you breathless and laughing. Wind in your hair. Sky above you like a painted ocean.
Luffy flops down and stretches out his arms.
“Man, I’m glad you came with us.” he says suddenly.
You freeze.
“You’re fun. I don’t get what your curse is, but you’re cool.”
Your chest aches.
You want to say so much more than you can.
So you echo.
Soft, honest.
"...cool..."
Luffy grins at you, eyes shining like always. He doesn't notice your flushed face.
You stare at him, hopelessly smitten.
Below, Nami, Robin, and Sanji peek from the lower deck.
“Y/N is so obvious.” Nami whispers.
“Luffy is so dense.” Sanji groans.
Robin just laughs softly “It’s only a matter of time.”
More months pass.
By now, you’ve stopped pretending.
You’re in love with Monkey D. Luffy.
Not a crush. Not a maybe. Not a question.
You know it now, deep and sure, the way you know the sea is wide and the stars are high.
You still can’t say it.
But you feel it.
Every time he grins at you with food in his mouth.
Every time he jumps in front of danger like he’s made of rubber and courage.
Every time he reaches out to grab your hand without thinking.
And so, you start to show it.
In small ways.
You write notes.
“That was stupid.”
“You’re going to fall off the mast.”
“You’re amazing.”
Sometimes you doodle him with his silly wide smile and giant hat. Sometimes you leave a little meat draw at the bottom of the page. He loves that.
He just… doesn’t read into it.
He always laughs and pats your head.
"You're funny!"
Or "This looks cool!"
Or the worst one "Thanks! But I like it better when you use your hands."
That makes your heart stop the first time he says it.
"...hands..."
“Yeah!” he grins, mouth full “Like when you push me, or pull me, or poke me when I fall asleep during Nami’s maps!”
You stare at him.
He doesn’t notice. He just keeps eating.
You want to scream. Or hug him. Or both.
Now, you touch more.
You ruffle his hair when he’s sitting still (rare).
You fix his hat when it slips sideways.
You flick his forehead when he’s chewing too loud.
You lean against him during long sails. At first, you thought he’d pull away.
But he never does.
He leans right back. Like it’s normal. Like you’re a pillow he was always meant to have.
One quiet night, you both sit on the deck under the stars.
Everyone’s asleep. The wind is soft. Luffy’s eating the last of the fish Sanji grilled.
You hand him a folded note.
He opens it.
Inside is a simple drawing of the Sunny, the crew, and you and him at the front, standing side by side, a little closer than the rest.
He tilts his head.
He looks at you, grinning “You’re getting better at drawing!”
You nudge his shoulder.
He laughs, leaning against you “But I still like using your hands.”
You blink.
"...hands..."
“I like that,” he says casually “It’s like you’re talking anyway. With your pokes and tugs and stuff.”
You stare at him, heart loud in your chest.
He doesn't get it.
Not yet.
But he feels something. You know he does. Somewhere in that loud, brave heart of his.
Maybe he’s not ready.
Maybe you’re not ready.
But tonight, sitting beside him under stars, your shoulder against his…
It’s enough.
For now.
It's been more than one year since you're with the crew now.
The sea has changed. The crew has changed. You’ve changed.
And maybe… he has too.
Luffy is still Luffy... loud, fearless, hungry... but you’ve noticed new things.
Sometimes, when you touch his arm, he pauses a little too long.
Sometimes, when you laugh at his jokes, he stares for a second longer than needed.
And sometimes, like now, when you’re both alone under the stars, he gets quiet.
Not sleepy. Not bored.
Just… thinking.
He lays beside you on the deck, hands behind his head, hat tilted back. You lie on your stomach next to him, swinging your legs lazily.
He sighs.
"Aaah, I love the stars."
Your eyes widen.
Something sparks in your chest.
You sit up, turn quickly to him, and gesture.
A circle in the air. Then point to your ear.
Repeat that.
“Huh?” Luffy blinks “The stars?”
You shake your head, then motion again, slower, more direct.
Say the sentence again.
He squints, confused. Then shrugs "I love—"
You shoot your hand out and press a finger to his lips.
He freezes.
You lean in just slightly and echo softly, for once fully in control.
"...I love..."
He blinks up at you “…the stars?”
You shake your head.
He blinks again “Meat?”
You shake again.
“Cake?”
No.
“The sea?”
No.
He groans, flopping backward like a kid “Ughhh, this is hard!”
You giggle silently, then touch his arm gently. He turns his head toward you again.
"You’re really cute when you—"
You stop him again, finger to lips, slower this time.
"...You..."
He tilts his head, brain clearly spinning now.
“…You?”
You nod.
He hesitates, points at himself “Me?”
You nod again.
He frowns, trying to rewind the moment in his head “…I love… you?”
Your eyes shine.
You nod.
Your lips part.
You whisper, finally, with every piece of courage you have left "...I love you..."
His mouth opens slightly. But no sound comes out.
His eyes go wide. Shocked. Silent.
You watch him. Waiting.
And then…
You panic.
Did he not mean it? Did you just...
But before fear can fully wrap around you, his arms do.
He pulls you in, tight and sudden. His chin rests on your shoulder. He’s warm. Real. His chest is pounding just like yours.
You freeze.
Then slowly… melt into the hug.
“…You really do?” he asks quietly, still stunned.
You nod into him.
“…Wow...” he says.
You feel him smiling now “I didn’t know what it was. But I think I feel the same thing.”
You pull back just enough to look at him. His hat’s tipped forward again.
He lifts it and looks at you with his usual grin but this time, it’s soft.
“I like you a lot, Y/N... I love you too.”
Your breath catches.
You can’t say much.
But you don’t need to.
Your just touch his face gently, your fingers telling him everything your voice can’t.
And he smiles wider than the sea.
He hugs you again now but the hug lasts longer.
Longer than you thought Luffy would know how to hug.
He’s not saying much. You don’t need him to.
His arms around you already said it all.
“I love you too.” he repeats, a little softer now.
Like he’s still trying to believe it himself.
You pull back slowly, just enough to see his face.
His smile is small now. Real. No yelling. No food in his mouth. Just him. Just you.
“Hey…” he murmurs, touching your hand “I don’t really know what to do next.”
You blink.
He scratches his cheek, suddenly bashful “I mean, I feel it. But… do we do something? Like, a handshake? Or…”
He pauses.
“Is this when people kiss?”
You hold your breath.
He looks dead serious.
“Do I have to do something with my mouth?”
You let out a soft, choked laugh.
He’s ridiculous.
You love him.
You really, really love him.
So you nod.
Then you touch his face. Gently. Carefully.
Your fingers brush his jaw. His cheek. His hat.
He goes still. His eyes stay locked on yours now, like he’s waiting for instructions.
“…You wanna show me?” he asks, voice quiet.
You nod again.
Your hand moves from his cheek to the back of his neck, and you lean in slowly.
He doesn’t move.
But he watches your lips.
And then, finally…
You kiss him.
Soft. Careful. Just a few seconds.
You don’t press too hard. You don’t try to make it more than what it is.
Just a quiet I love you against his mouth.
When you pull back, his eyes are wide.
Then…
A huge grin.
“...That was weird.” he says.
Your heart drops a little.
“But really nice.”
Your heart jumps back into place.
He tilts his head “So… we can do that again whenever we want, right?”
You nod. Blushing hard.
He pokes your forehead lightly “You’re all red.”
"...red..."
He chuckles “You’re really cute when you do that.”
You press your hand over your mouth, trying to hide the biggest smile you’ve ever had.
He takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours.
The stars are still above you. The sea still sings below.
But your whole world is sitting right in front of you now, smiling like he just discovered a new kind of treasure.
The next morning is normal.
Sort of.
Nami’s yelling at Luffy for stealing tangerines.
Zoro’s asleep in a hallway.
Sanji’s making enough food for three armies.
Chopper is bouncing around, asking if your face is still red.
You’re trying to act natural.
Not easy, after kissing your captain under the stars like a dramatic romance novel.
You walk into the dining room. Luffy’s already halfway through breakfast.
“Hey,” he says, chewing “Did you guys know Y/N told me they love me?”
Silence.
Utter silence.
Usopp chokes on his juice.
Sanji drops a pan.
Nami freezes mid-coffee sip.
Robin slowly lowers her book.
“…What?” they all say, almost in unison.
Luffy nods proudly “Yeah! Last night. It was cool.”
“Waitwaitwaitwait—” Usopp waves his hands “You’re saying Y/N said I love you?”
You blink, holding back laughter.
You can feel all eyes on you.
“…They can’t say that.” Nami says, raising a brow “Not first. That’s literally their curse. This means YOU said it first.”
Luffy grins “Yeah, but they did. Kinda.”
He sets his cup down and explain all the scene of you trying to let him say "I love..." and then "...you".
Zoro’s eye opens from across the room “…That’s actually smart.”
“Aaah! So romantic!!” Chopper squeals.
Nami smacks the table “THAT’S ADORABLE.”
“Gyaaaaaaah!!” Usopp holds his head like it’s about to explode “That’s, like, pirate legend level cute!!”
Robin chuckles softly “It’s very you two.”
Sanji is on the floor, sobbing into a towel “My heart—! I raised them so well—!”
Luffy’s just smiling like it’s no big deal “I said it back, obviously.”
Everyone turns to you.
You just stare back, completely red "...obviously..."
You want to vanish into the sea.
But then Luffy reaches over and grabs your hand again, totally casual.
And just like that, the noise fades. The teasing becomes background.
You squeeze his hand. He squeezes back smiling at you with his best and biggest smile.
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