Straw hat || Luffy × Reader

Chapter 50

His hand gripped your chair as his body lifted in a hasty movement that kicked back his own chair, his eyes fiercely desperate as they hardened into invulnerable onyx in the face of something he could no longer deny.

His timing was never ideal.

But if there's anything the straw hat didn't have, it would be shame.

The thirst in his eyes as he stared back at you, caused your throat to pull.

Fear? Excitement?

Desire...?

That and everything inbetween.

But you knew what to do even when heart pulled you forward, toward him, into him. Your body pulled back, tipping over the chair and falling into Nami's lap.

Nami paused to look down, an awkward silence filled the room as you both locked eyes, her expression baffled and yours embarassed.

Robin chuckled softly, Nami's and the rest of the crews attention turned to her before they chuckled along

"Y/n, you should be more careful", Usopp shakes his head with a smile.

Nami's fingers pressed your cheeks, squishing your face with a laughter that crinkled her nose, a teasing look as you whined for her to stop, shaking your face out of her grip before lifting yourself from her lap.

It was a sweet moment.

But your heart ached as soon as you pulled back, it was necessary but still agonizing.

Guilt echoed through the split decision, your eyes lowered to your plate, you could feel him still seated next to you.

You wanted to see the expression he made but you couldn't bring yourself to face him, afraid to see hurt or worse, indifference. So you stayed still, the chatter around you louder than it actually was.

Your foot tapped the floorboards as the sounds blared against your eardrums, anxiety ticked like a timer about to run out. You bit your lip too hard to be okay, as your hair fell from behind your ears to hide your face.

You were practically begging yourself to turn to him.

Something about having him close but avoiding him genuinely put your body into a frenzy.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would quiet the guilt from the distorted face of hatred the captain made in your mind.

A soft hand offered comfort, setting itself onto your knee but comfort was the furthest thing you felt. The touch seething on your skin.

You recognized him before you opened your eyes, the feel of his palm, calloused but soft nonetheless.

Your gaze followed up his arm, halting when you reached his eyes like it was an X drawn on a map.

And you were a pirate now.

Greedy.

He was always the treasure.

Terrified still, you couldn't ignore how secure his touch was, secure enough to keep you complete. his thumb caressing the skin on your knee. You peeked at him through your hair, probably ridiculous from an outside view but you felt somewhat comforted by the useless guard.

He was frowning.

Your eyebrows furrow, confused and second guessing your own eyesight.

What do you mean he was frowning?

You look back down to the comforting hand on your knee and back to his face for confirmation that the two contradictions fit into reality. The soft and comforting caress of his fingertips was a stark contrast to the scowl his eyes bore.