#i got luigi mangione on first spin

[slavicdolls4mangione]

where are ü now? - luigi mangione x reader

i’m not too sure how i feel about this :’) but alas, here it is. thank you for requesting anon, i hope you enjoy it <3

the first time luigi kissed you, it felt like the world stopped spinning. his hands were rough but gentle, his smile beautiful and warm. he was a man of contradictions—quiet but bold, guarded but tender. you never thought you’d fall for someone like him, but you did, hard. and for a while, it seemed like he’d fallen for you too.

but then, one day, he was gone. no goodbye. no explanation. just silence.

you searched for him everywhere—his favorite coffee shop, the park where you’d shared your first date, even the dingy bar where he used to play pool with his friends. but he was nowhere to be found. it was like he’d vanished into thin air.

and just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get worse, your world turned upside down.

when the news broke about brian thompson’s murder, you were as shocked as everyone else. the name “luigi mangione” flashed across the screen, and your heart sank. no. not him. not the man who held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. not the man who whispered promises into your ear when the nights got too dark.

but it was him. and as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself standing by his family, waiting for updates, praying for answers. you never gave up on him, even when the world did.

・・・・・

in the cold, sterile confines of the metropolitan detention center, luigi’s thoughts were consumed by you. he replayed your memories like a broken record—the way your laughter filled the room, the way your hand felt in his, the way you looked at him like he was someone worth loving. but now, those memories were all he had.

“i gave you the key when the door wasn’t open.”

he’d let you into his life, given you his heart, even when he didn’t know how to love himself.

“see, I gave you faith, turned your doubt into hoping.”

he wondered if you still thought about him, if you’d moved on. he hoped you had, but deep down, a selfish part of him wished you hadn’t, wished you were still waiting, still believing in him.

“now I’m all alone, and my joys turned to mopping.”

the days blurred together, each one heavier than the last. he missed the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you smiled. he missed you. but he convinced himself you were better off without him.

“couldn’t find you anywhere.”

he didn’t know you’d been by his family’s side all along. he didn’t know you’d spent countless nights crying, praying, hoping he’d come back to you. he thought you’d given up on him, walked away. and maybe, in some twisted way, he thought he deserved it.

・・・・・

one evening, as you sat on the couch aimlessly scrolling through news channels, your phone buzzed. the caller ID showed an unknown number and you hesitated before answering.

“hello?”

“ [full name] ? hi, this is karen friedman agnifilo speaking. i’m luigi mangione’s attorney.” her voice was calm but firm. “i’m reaching out because luigi has asked to see you. he’s… struggling, and he’d like to know if you’d be willing to visit him at MDC.”

your heart raced so fast you were afraid karen would be able to hear it. “of course,” you said without hesitation. “when can i see him?”

when the day finally arrived, you felt a mix of emotions—nervousness, hope, fear. what would he say? what would you say?

the visiting room was cold and impersonal, but the moment you saw him, everything else faded away. he looked thinner, his face shadowed with exhaustion, but his eyes were the same. those deep, soulful eyes that had always seen right through you.

“you came,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i never left,” you replied, tears welling up in your eyes.

and for the first time in months, luigi felt a flicker of hope. he reached out to take your hand, his touch familiar yet foreign. “i thought you’d given up on me,” he admitted.

you shook your head. “i was always here. always.”

・・・・・

the months that followed were agonizing. the trial dragged on, each day more grueling than the last. you sat in the courtroom, your heart breaking as the prosecution painted luigi as a monster. but you knew the truth, you knew the man he really was.

luigi’s lawyer karen, fought tirelessly. she dismantled the prosecution’s case piece by piece, exposing inconsistencies and casting doubt on their narrative. through it all, luigi held onto the memory of your visit, the way your hand felt in his, the way you’d looked at him like he was still worth fighting for.

the day of the verdict, the courtroom was packed. you sat in the front row, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. luigi glanced at you, his expression unreadable. but in his eyes, you saw the same fear and hope that mirrored your own.

once the judge pronounced him not guilty on all charges, the room erupted in chaos, but all you could see was luigi. his shoulders sagged with relief, and for the first time in months, he smiled. a real, genuine smile.

when he was finally released, you were waiting for him outside the courthouse. he walked toward you, his steps slow but steady. and when he reached you, he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“i thought i’d lost you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“you never could,” you replied, burying your face in his chest.

and in that moment, you both knew that no matter what happened next, you’d face it together. because love, real love, doesn’t give up, not even in the darkest of times.

[illusionremember]

I feel like they've really overplayed their hand with this. Like we haven't been watching them skew news coverage of every goddamn thing for fucking ever. We didn't need a media spin to help us decide what to think about this situation. We saw the name and occupation of who got shot and everyone nodded in unison and went yep that tracks. No one was fucking surprised, and no one was fucking sympathetic - why the fuck should we be?

So now they're scrambling around pointing fingers trying to get our eyes off of them and onto each other. They tried the sympathy card and that didn't work. They tried the think of his family card and we said what about OUR families? They tried the evil Leftists are celebrating death! card and all the right wingers said nah bitch, we're not sorry he's dead either. They tried the hardest to paint Luigi Mangione - who BY LAW is meant to be presumed INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE - as erratic, dangerous, and unhinged. And everyone said you know what, smash. Good for him. Seems like pretty sensible, educated average centrist to me. Still doesn't make us feel bad for CEOs. They jumped on Briana Boston, to try and show us what they'll do to people that express similar sentiments regardless of actual threat level, and we are outraged even further.

Now the media is trying the race card, as if they have not been the very perpetrators of "empathetic coverage" of white criminals while demonizing people of color whether they were suspects, witnesses, or victims themselves. Not only are they STILL trying to point fingers around, they have the audacity to use talking points that activists have been raising about racism and sexism and homophobia in the ways journalism talks about crime for ages to do so.

Journalism is a fucking joke. The US Justice system is a fucking travesty.

And we've all got our eyes on them now. Let's keep watching. See what they'll do.

Bet you we can make them blink first.

They're trying so hard to make this a culture war thing instead of a class consciousness moment.

[mangionebabymama]

“Sunflower” - Luigi Mangione

“And then told me that she'll love me for as long as she's alive” - “Sunflower” by Rex Orange County

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first time writing in the third person omniscient point of view of Luigi, especially with keeping in mind of Rex’s perspective in the lyric’s storytelling. Instead of me being the simp, Luigi’s gonna be simp here. Enjoy me in my feels, again 😔

“Do you ever think about how small we are in the grand scheme of things?” 

With a soft voice, she posed the question into the world, but the gravity of her words made Luigi feel a tightness in his chest. He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant—he wasn’t even sure if she was talking to him, herself in reflection, or the universe itself—but he didn’t care. His undivided attention was wholly absorbed by her, enchanted by the way the golden rays of the setting sun caressed her skin, warming all the melanin deep down in the innermost layers there, and transforming her into a figure of otherworldly beauty. 

“Uh… what?” he only got out, though his voice wobbled a bit. He cleared his throat, embarrassed, but she didn’t notice. Or maybe she did, and she loved it. She loved him. That thought alone made his heart race.

As she turned her head toward him, her laughter was a comforting melody, reminiscent of the sun's gentle touch on his face. The sunflowers around them swayed gently in the breeze, their bright yellow petals catching the light and framing her like a painting. Luigi had never been much of an art person, no less a right-brained kind of one, but he was pretty sure she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The vast field of sunflowers, with their faces turned toward the sun, seemed to mirror their own relationship, where they were each other's sun, their love blossoming like the flowers around them.

“I mean, look at all of this,” she said, gesturing to the endless field of sunflowers they were lying in. The flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, with their faces turned toward the sun like they were worshipping it. “We’re just two tiny specks in the middle of all this beauty. Doesn’t that make you feel… I don’t know, alive?”

Luigi didn’t answer right away. He was too busy studying her—the way her hair fell into her face, the way her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks, the way her lips curved into a smile that made his stomach do flips. She was right, of course. They were small. Insignificant, even. But, in spite of everything, lying next to her with the sunflowers surrounding them and the sun setting in the distance, he felt anything but small. He felt alive.

“Yeah,” he answered, at last, his voice barely above a whisper. “It does.”

Turning to him, she caught his gaze, and he suddenly felt as if he couldn’t draw in the air. There was something about how she looked at him—like he was the only thing that mattered, like he was the reason the sunflowers bloomed and the sun set north of the west at night, and the world kept spinning. It was intoxicating. Addictive. He never wanted it to end.

“You’re staring,” she said, a cheeky smile curling her lips. 

“I can’t help it,” he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of red. “You’re… you’re like a sunflower.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t interrupt.

“I mean,” he kept talking, sounding more sure of himself. , “You’re… natural. Beautiful. Pure. You’re delicate, but you’re strong too. You don’t need anyone to tell you you’re special—you already know it. You’re… you’re just you, and that’s enough. It’s more than enough.” He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. “You make me want to live, you know that? You make me want to be better. To be… me.”

She didn’t say anything long; he feared he’d said too much. But then, she reached over and took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and he felt like he could breathe again.

“I love you,” she said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. And maybe it was. Maybe love was supposed to be easy. Maybe it was supposed to feel like lying in a field of sunflowers with the sun setting on your skin and your heart so full it might burst.

“I love you too,” he spoke, his tone heavy with feeling. “For as long as I’m alive. Longer, if I can.”

She smiled, and it felt as if the sunflowers surrounding her blossomed solely for her. “Forever, then.”

They remained silent for some time, with only the rustling sunflowers audible in the breeze. As the sun lowered in the sky, it bathed the world in golden and orange hues, filling Luigi with a sense that this was the most perfect moment of his life. He glanced at her once more, his heart swelling with an indescribable emotion.

“Hey,” he spoke gently, his voice just a whisper. She glanced at him, her eyes intrigued. “Can I… can I kiss you?”

Her smile provided all the reassurance he needed. She leaned closer, their lips connecting, and everything else disappeared. The sunflowers, the sunset, the vast field—they all blurred into the background, leaving just her. Her lips pressed against his, her hand clasped in his, her breath intertwining with his. It was gentle, sweet, and everything he had ever envisioned it would be. At that moment, he felt a rush of emotions—love, desire, and a profound sense of connection with her.

When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. “I’ll love you forever,” she whispered, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it. He could feel the change in the air, the shift in their relationship. The kiss had sealed their love, making it stronger and more real than ever before.

“I’ll love you longer,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

He couldn't help but adore her laugh, a sound he knew he would cherish forever. It resonated like music, tending to make him think of sunflowers swaying in the breeze and crickets singing as the sun set everything.

They lay there for a while longer, the sky darkening around them and the stars beginning to peek through the clouds. Neither of them spoke—there was nothing that needed to be said. They were content just to be, to exist in that moment together.

In due time, she lifted herself into a sitting position, extended her arms overhead, and let out a quiet sigh. “We should probably head back,” she said, though she didn’t sound like she wanted to.

“Yeah,” he agreed, though he didn’t move. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay there forever, surrounded by sunflowers and her.

She stood, offering him a hand, and he took it without hesitation. Together, they made their way through the field, the sunflowers towering over them and brushing against their arms. The environment was still and harmonious, and Luigi couldn’t shake the feeling that this was how life was meant to unfold. This was where he belonged—with her, in the middle of a field of sunflowers, with the sky painted in hues of gold and orange.

They reached the edge of the field, and she turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. “Today was perfect,” she mentioned, her voice so warm that it tugged at his heart. 

“It was,” he agreed, his voice just as warm. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she answered, her grin brightening the dark. “Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoed, and he meant it. Every word. Every promise. Every moment with her was a gift, and he wouldn’t waste a single one.

She reached out, retaking his hand, and together they walked into the night, the sunflowers, the sunset, and the stars fading into the background. But Luigi didn’t mind. He had everything he needed right there, her hand in his and her heart beating in time with his.

Forever. It didn’t seem long enough. But it would have to do, for now. 

Because with her, he felt like he could live forever.