#(thank you for the kissie Shanks even if Ikkaku is laughing at your expense)

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@akagamiko​ asked: 😘

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. (Still Accepting!)

Ikkaku was standing by the tavern’s bar, laughing at Beckman’s recount of a mishap during the Red Haired Pirates’ most recent voyage. Naturally, Shanks had been the cause of the problem and had ended up being the butt of the first mate’s snarky asides about the whole situation. The ridiculousness of what had happened, added with Beckman’s delightfully dry sense of humor, had the engineer in stitches, her giggles rising above the din of conversation among their crews.

The feeling of warm lips and rough stubble against her cheek caught her attention, and Ikkaku turned to find the man she’d been laughing at’s chin resting on her shoulder. His expression could best be described as puppy dog eyes, and once again she found herself laughing.

“Look at the mighty Yonko, pouting like a kid,” Ikkaku teased, reaching up to pat his head. “Maybe if you didn’t always get yourself into ridiculous situations, Beckman wouldn’t have so many stories to share.”

Still, to soothe his ego, Ikkaku did lean in to press a kiss to his nose. Then she turned to the bartender to order another drink to put on Shanks’ tab. After all, Beckman had forewarned her that his story was just one of a multi-part saga that was Shanks’ most recent shenanigans.