may I request another Luffy x fem reader please. Where Luffy is always picking up y/n like anywhere and everywhere they go (they aren’t dating or anything yet either) and he’s just always carrying her. Maybe even one day she’s wearing a skirt and so she freaks out when Luffy goes to grab her but Luffy holds her skirt down while carrying her. I don’t know I feel like it would be cute. Thank you!
Up You Go!
luffy x fem!reader
words count: 1.6k
tags: fluffy, sfw, humour, jealous luffy
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
“Y/N! Let’s go!”
You barely turn around before Luffy swoops in and lifts you off the ground like you weigh nothing.
“Luffy! I can walk, you know!” you squawk, flailing a little as he plops you onto his back.
“But this is faster” he grins, arms hooked under your thighs like it’s second nature.
You’re used to it. Kind of.
Everywhere the Straw Hats go, it’s the same thing. Town visit? Pick-up. Battle? Pick-up. Beach walk? Pick-up. You’ve lost count how many times he’s carried you.
“Oi, Luffy, you treating her like your personal backpack again?” Zoro calls out, amused.
“She is more comfortable than my backpack” Luffy says proudly.
“I am not a backpack” you mutter, crossing your arms from behind him.
But you don’t jump down. Luffy’s warm. His back is strong and steady. Plus…he hums when he walks, and it’s kind of nice.
Later that day, Nami wants to shop in the market square, so you tag along. You’re wearing a cute skirt, just something light and breezy. Totally forgot that Luffy might be Luffy.
You hear his steps behind you.
You turn slowly “Luffy, don’t you dare.”
“What?” he blinks.
“No pick-ups! I’m in a skirt!”
“Skirt?” he repeats, glancing down.
“Yes. Skirt. No pick-ups. Bad idea.” You point a finger at him.
He tilts his head like you just told him food is illegal “But I always carry you.”
You groan “Not today. Please.”
He frowns “…Okay.”
You’re shocked. He listens?
“Thank you—AH!”
Too late. Arms wrap around you, lifting you straight off the ground.
“LUFFY!”
“Don’t worry!” he says, grinning as you flail.
Then his hand tugs your skirt down, carefully holding it in place as he walks.
You freeze “…Did you just—?”
“Yeah,” he says simply “You said skirt.”
“…And you still picked me up.”
“Yup!”
You sigh, but your cheeks are hot. Luffy, meanwhile, just hums again like it’s the most normal thing ever.
“Next time, I’m wearing pants...” you mutter.
It’s been three days since the “skirt incident”.
You thought maybe Luffy would chill after that. Stop treating you like some kind of travel-sized accessory.
But no. You hear him before you see him.
“Y/N!”
You turn around, already tensing “Don’t you—”
Too late. He’s already in front of you. But this time, he doesn’t throw you over his shoulder or anything like that.
Nope.
He scoops you up. Like a princess.
Both arms under your back and knees. Smooth, gentle.
Your heart leaps into your throat.
“W-What the hell is this now?!”
“You said skirts were hard,” Luffy shrugs, totally calm “So I’m trying something new!”
“You can also not carry me at all! That’s also an option!”
He just blinks at you “But I like carrying you.”
Your face heats up. You glance around, Sanji’s dropped a tray, Robin’s smirking, and Usopp’s whispering something to Chopper.
“This is so embarrassing!” you hiss, curling a little into his chest.
Luffy just laughs “Why? You look cute like this.”
You go still “…What did you say?”
“Huh?”
“What did you just say?”
He tilts his head “You look cute like this. Why? Did I say it wrong?”
“No! I mean—yes! I mean—ugh!”
You bury your face in your hands as Luffy keeps walking down the Sunny like nothing’s weird.
“Nami’s gonna kill you” you mumble.
“She’ll get over it” he grins.
“I won’t.”
“Yes, you will.”
You kind of…do.
His arms are warm. He doesn’t drop you. He even adjusts his grip so your skirt stays down and your hair doesn’t blow in your face.
He’s just…too good at this.
You peek up at him “Luffy?”
“Yeah?”
“…You really like carrying me, huh?”
He grins wide “Yup.”
“…Why?”
He shrugs “Feels right.”
Your heart skips.
Stupid pirate...
Sunny is docked at a lively island. Music, food, games... perfect for a break. The whole crew splits up, scattering into the crowd like kids at a festival.
You’re with Sanji, trying a fried octopus ball he insists is “the best in the world”.
“Open up, mademoiselle~” Sanji offers you one with a big, cheesy grin.
You laugh and lean forward, just as—
“Oi.”
Luffy’s voice cuts in sharp and sudden.
You look over your shoulder, mouth full “Mmm?”
Luffy’s standing there, arms crossed. His usual smile is gone. That’s rare. Really rare.
Sanji raises an eyebrow “What’s up, Luffy?”
Luffy doesn’t answer. He just walks over, grabs your hand and picks you up.
Again. Princess style.
“LUFFY!” you yelp “What are you—?!”
“No more feeding her.” he says, glaring at Sanji like he just kicked Chopper.
Sanji sighs dramatically, flicking his cigarette “Jealousy doesn’t suit you... Captain.”
“I’m not jealous,” Luffy lies, squeezing you a little tighter “She’s mine.”
Your brain short-circuits.
“Yours?!” you squeak.
Luffy frowns “Yeah. I mean—not like mine-mine. But like—she’s my crewmate. I always carry her. You don’t get to feed her.”
Sanji puts a hand to his chest “How romantic.”
“Shut up” Luffy grumbles.
Your heart is pounding so loud you swear Sanji can hear it.
“Luffy, you really didn’t need to—”
“Didn’t like it...” he mumbles.
“What?”
“You laughing with him. Eating with him. That’s supposed to be with me.”
You stare at him, stunned “…You really are jealous.”
He scowls at the sky “I said I’m not!”
Then he stomps off with you still in his arms.
“Luffy, where are we going?!”
“Somewhere with no cooks.”
You’re now sitting on a quiet hill, eating takoyaki with your fingers while Luffy sits beside you, pouting.
“…So,” you say after a while, “do you only carry people you’re jealous over?”
“No,” he mutters “Just you.”
“…Why me?”
He doesn’t look at you “Feels right.”
You smile a little. Same answer. But it’s starting to feel like it means something more.
The sun’s almost down by the time you both make it back to the Sunny.
Luffy’s still quiet. Not sulking, just…thinking. You don’t see that often. He scratches his cheek, eyes on the sky, lips pressed in a line.
You’re walking this time. He hasn’t picked you up again.
And somehow, that feels weirder.
You glance at him “You’re not gonna carry me?”
He stops walking. Looks at you. Then shrugs “Didn’t know if you wanted me to.”
You blink “You’ve been doing it for months without asking.”
He tilts his head “Yeah, but… I didn’t know it made your heart beat fast until today.”
Your breath catches “Huh?”
“You always get all red,” he says, frowning slightly “I thought maybe you didn’t like it. But then Sanji made you laugh, and you got all red then, too. So now I’m not sure.”
You stare at him “Luffy… you noticed all that?”
He nods “I notice you.”
Your chest tightens.
He rubs the back of his neck “I didn’t mean to get weird about Sanji. I just… I like carrying you. Being close to you. Makes me happy.”
“…Even before all this? Before the skirt? The market? All of it?”
“Yeah,” he says, looking right at you “Since the first time.”
You step closer, eyes searching his “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I don’t know,” he says “Didn’t know what to call it. Just knew it felt right.”
You smile, heart thudding so loud now you know he hears it.
“So… what now?”
He grins slowly “Now I pick you up.”
You laugh “Right now?!”
“Yup.”
And just like always, you’re in the air, arms around his neck, legs cradled in his hold. But this time, his face is closer. Slower.
This time, he leans in.
His forehead rests against yours “Is this okay?”
You nod, cheeks burning “Yeah. It is.”
And then, finally, finally, he kisses you.
It’s soft. Just a brush. But it’s everything.
Luffy pulls back, still holding you like treasure.
“I’m gonna carry you everywhere now” he says.
You smile “You already do.”
You try to sneak back onto the Sunny quietly. You really try.
But Luffy is still carrying you. Princess style. Smiling like he just found a whole island made of meat. And your lips are pink, your hair’s a little messy, and you’re trying not to look like you were just kissed by the future Pirate King.
It doesn’t work.
Sanji spots you first “Mon dieu…” he gasps dramatically, hand over his chest “He kissed you, didn’t he?!”
“Shhh!” you hiss, trying to wiggle out of Luffy’s arms.
He doesn’t let go “Why? We’re dating now, right?”
You freeze “…We are?”
He nods “Yeah. That’s what kissing means.”
Zoro walks by, towel around his neck “Took you long enough.”
You blink “Wait—you knew?”
He snorts “Captain’s been carrying you like a newlywed for weeks. We all knew.”
Usopp pops his head out of the kitchen “I bet Chopper three berries you’d kiss by today! I won!”
Chopper stomps out after him “You cheated! You saw them holding hands earlier!”
Franky grins from above deck “This is SUPER romantic!”
Brook twirls his cane “May I write a song about this moment? Love On the Deck of Sunny?”
Nami appears last. Arms crossed. Eyebrow raised.
“So. Are you two gonna stop being weird now, or is the kissing gonna happen everywhere?”
Luffy grins “Everywhere.”
You slap a hand over your face “Luffy—”
“What? I like you,” he shrugs “I’m proud.”
Nami sighs “Great. The captain’s in love. We’re doomed.”
But there’s a soft smile tugging at her lips.
Robin, reading nearby, chuckles “Let them be. It’s cute.”
You finally give up and just hide your red face in Luffy’s shoulder. He laughs and holds you tighter.
The crew carries on bickering, teasing, laughing like always.
Only now… you’re his. And he’s yours. And he still carries you everywhere.
And yeah... It still feels right.
