#Iron Will - Zoro x Ikkaku

[ikkaku-of-heart]

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

@kaizokugaris

[fanaticsnail]

Shameless: 1/3

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Word Count: 5,285

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Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Eustass Kid. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it quickly got out of hand very fast. Looks like a two or three parter. afab!reader - but can be read as gn.

Themes: senseless flirting, mature themes, NSFW language, choking, vulgarity, promiscuity, shamelessness, heart-pirate!reader x captain!Eustass Kid, this reader is a perpetual and shameless flirt, heart pirates x reader, partial zoro x reader, platonic law x reader.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here

Song Suggestion: It's Cuffing Season - Dj Rehan, JW Velly

Within the rotund chasm of the crew dining quarters rung a loud and rambunctious melody. The sway of your hips and the lyrics falling from your smiling lips alongside Shachi and Penguin had the mood of the hour joyful and merry. The speakers ignited with the crackle of the powerful ballad screaming over the powered mounted system bordering the ceiling. You swayed your body with Ikkaku’s, your lips relaying the lyrics to the rambunctious melody with a suggestive smile, a smile mirrored by her own elevating to her lips.

These were the cool-down hours: where the Heart-Pirate crew were able to complete tasks they had set aside, or wind down after a hard day's work of following Captain Law’s orders aboard the Polar Tang. Despite his tired and lackluster expression constantly painted across his exhausted face, your captain, Trafalgar D Water-Law, encouraged his entire crew to engage in some lesser restraint as they quiet down before the changeover in shift. 

Law was yet to join in on the celebrations, opting to remain behind in his office for reasons you were yet to become privy to. Although he never allowed himself to truly let go and sway his hips, cry tactless lyrics into the air; he truly enjoyed witnessing the crew join together like this. There were only a few songs he would ever mutter the lyrics along to, most of which were harder in musicality, angst-driven in their choruses, and distorted in tonality. Yet, he would always have a soft smile elevated on his lips when the few of you would gyrate, sway, sing and scream alongside the music over the speakers. 

As Shachi drew a stainless steel whisk up to his lips and began to shout the lyrics into the crossed tip, the music cut out from its place within the electrical power system. In its stead, Captain Trafalgar Law’s voice dictated a few short and curt orders. 

“All hands above deck. Repeat, all hands to the deck. Prepare the Polar Tang to be boarded for a Nakama encounter,” you snapped to the direction of the speaker, Ikkaku’s dancing movements halting beside yours as you listened for further instruction over the system. As no further orders fell from the mechanical mesh, you readjusted your fallen zipper of your white, boiler jumpsuit and spring into action.

“Ohh, a crew boarding? I hope it’s the Straw-Hats! I want to see that little reindeer again,” Bepo noted politely, the thump of his heavy feet stomping along the iron floor beside your smaller steps almost comical. 

“Oh, the crew with the green-haired swordsman coming aboard again?” You asked him, brow quirking and smirk rising at the corner of your lips. Ikkaku laughed at your comment, clapping you on the shoulder and walking with Shachi and Penguin in tow behind you. 

“The one that was almost your type?” Ikkaku’s smile quirked up at Shachi’s question, his arm hooking over your neck as he spoke down into your ear. 

“But not quite, remember?” You giggled at him, playfully extending the sharp secondary knuckle of your index finger into his ribcage, his breath huffing out a hasty exhale at the jolt. Ikkaku and Penguin laughed at Shachi’s wince of pain, his laughter also rising with his crewmates’ and your own. 

Amongst the Heart-Pirates, the crew were not unaccustomed to your unrestrained flirting with them. From your close proximity, to the brush of your fingertips, to a warm embrace offered from your arms, to you lounging against them in the quiet hours. But most of all, your vulgar and unwithheld language going far enough to make the most hardened members of the Heart-Pirates’ cheeks tint crimson. 

It was a game to you, keeping things lively and interesting aboard your ship as you served alongside them as Law’s chief tinkerer. Nothing ever came of the suggestive conversations and provocative language you offered aside from a friendly kiss, alongside the words, “Sorry, love. You’re not my type.” 

As your feet met with the grated bars of the steel steps leading to the deck, Law’s voice cut over the speakers once more to address the crew.

“All hands to the deck, aside from my tinkerer. Go to your workshop and await further instruction,” the distorted crack of his voice did very little to mask the disdain in his voice. There was something bothering your captain - such a bother depicted in his bored and aloof tone. The harbor which anchored such a dirge-like expression which you had very little explanation for. That was, until, the snickering beside you hissed through the smiling teeth of the three human crew members beside you. 

“What’s so funny?” you spat, shimmying from the crook of Shachi’s arm and facing the four of them with your hands on your hips. 

“Oh, nothing,” Ikkaku giggled before sucking her lips into her mouth to stifle more of her laughter from freely falling from between them. You glanced between the other three, all raising their hands in defense to your pointed gaze. 

“Alright, keep your damn secrets to yourselves,” you scoffed, turning your nose up in the air at them before snuggling into Bepo, who eagerly returned your brief embrace, “I’ll see you after the Nakama meet up, I suppose.” They bid their farewells to you, snickering and giggling as they exited the iron hatch of the Polar Tang to rise above decks. 

After sculking the halls down the long and lonely corridors to your office, you were shocked at the sight greeting you upon opening the large door. Although he depicted further instruction was awaiting you, you were anticipating private instruction to be carried through your personal Den-Den-Mushi rather than meeting with your Captain himself. 

Captain Law was sitting at your desk, his ankles hooked on top of your workbench with his hands laced behind his head, cradling his neck. He lazily glanced through the corner of his eyes at you before slowly unlacing his ankles and rising to his feet. His fingertips clasped his impressive sword, the smoothness of his scabbard reflected in the dim light of your office. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Cap? Shouldn’t you be-?” you began, your words halted immediately by Law’s response.

“-Cut the shit, Tink,” your titled nickname falling in lieu of your real name or formal title from Law’s lips. You relaxed your shoulder against the doorframe, folding your arms across your chest while pursing your lips. You tapped your index finger on your bicep while you awaited further direction from the man in front of you. 

With an exasperated sigh, he elevated his slender, tattooed, fingers to his brow and pinched the center between his index and thumb. He huffed a final growl before he bore his honeyed eyes into your awaiting features. 

“It seems I will be unable to keep you distracted for the entire time they’ll be here this time,” he muttered to himself in a voice almost impossible for you to catch. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to question him further. He halted your words by removing his fingers from his brow to face his palm out to you.

“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” he continued to hold his intense and stern gaze into your eyes, “Don’t.” 

“‘Don’t’ what, Law? What are you talking about-?” you began, halted again by Law’s dictation once again.

“-Just...” Law turned his face slightly away from you, “...-Just don’t, okay? I know you, I know what you’re like, and I’m just letting you know now, and know once. Don’t.”

You were unable to form an adequate response before he stormed out of your workshop and wordlessly gestured for you to follow behind him above deck with his index finger, a hooked motion calling to you. Your captain’s words swirled in your head, your eyes locking on to his neck and tracing his skin with your inquisitive gaze. 

-

Your relationship with your captain was as close a friendship as you could ever muster with such a person. He sought out your skills as a tinkerer, your reputation preceding you when you demonstrated your skilled hands to him. You both bonded over unique collections, his coins and comics, your rocks and pinned insect and arachnid display. Both having a unique place to relay information about your special and unique interests with one another was sacred, and so incredibly special to the both of you.

Where Law and you differed was in how you chose to display your humors: Law holding his hand close to his chest before he truly displays how unhinged his humor was with dark commentary, whereas you were a perpetual flirt with provocative language and sultry advances. You both held each other in a professional standing, before your words took a turn for requited flirtation. Law would reciprocate your vulgarity, and you would mirror back that darkness he expressed, if ever your conversations became flirtatious and humorous with him. 

And that is where, like the others, you ended the flirtatious rapport with a simple utterance of: “Forgive me, Cap. You’re not my type,” which threw the captain and crew into an uproar of outrageous laughter. Speculating on what exactly your type was, you finally gave into their incessant interrogation after being offered your fifth drink for the evening from the hands of Shachi. 

“Fine,” you spat, your arm swaying as you handled your filled pint, “I like them big. And I truly mean big. Like, throw me over the shoulder big. Like, ‘will it fit’ big. Especially if they’ve got that feral twinkle in their eyes that looks at you like they’d want to kill you,” you confessed, your voice swooning at the thought. After taking a heaping gulp from your drink, you added, “You’re all very beautiful, handsome, and spectacular. But, I just need someone who looks like they could lovingly and desperately break me in half. Bonus points if they’re good with machines, so we can bond.”

After coming down from your whimsical confession, you glanced at the crew. Bepo’s ears were covered by both Shachi and Penguin’s hands - all three of their jaws comically slackened. Law’s teeth were clenched in an awkward, cringe-like, straightened smile with lazy, half-hooded eyes. Ikkaku’s cheeks were tinted red with the elevated hue of rushed blood, her lips broken into a wide grin with her eyes twinkling at the confession. 

All of these things were true. You were a person of refined taste, a taste which seemed scarce to come by with the crew you had found yourself working beside. There was Jean Bart, but he was not overly interested in tending to a relationship with you. There was Uni, but your interests fell short when he only depicted gentleness and kindness towards you in lieu of your craving for something more brutal. 

Both men remained high spirited and friendly with you despite your attempt at a fling with them falling through. You needed something more. Something more unhinged. Something a little unpredictable, feral and dangerous. 

-

As Law led you above deck, the voice of Jean Bart called for all crew to fall in line to welcome the Nakama crew above deck. Without looking up, you hastily drew yourself between Penguin and Ikkaku, Shachi on the other side of Penguin and Bepo beside Ikkaku as you all stood alert with your arms by your sides.

“At ease, Heart-Pirates,” Law commanded, shooting you one more pointed and narrow-eyed look before turning back to speak with the foreign captains and their crews. It seemed two crews had joined the deck of the Polar Tang: The Straw-Hat Pirates alongside another crew you did not recognise. You quickly examined the First-Mate of the Straw-Hat crew, who met your eyes with a small smirk before returning back to fix his gaze on his captain alongside his crew. 

Zoro was almost your type. A night you shared with one another, being evidence enough to your crew, that you had nearly found someone you deemed feral and hulking enough to share in your company. When your lips met his: his actions were closer to timid and gentle as they joined with yours. The fires of passion were there, the small amount of danger also present, but he was still not your type. He was handsome, sure enough. He was aggressive, absolutely. He reciprocated your flirtations with a small elevation of flush tinting his cheeks a warm hue of pink, which you found endearing. 

The night concluded with a few deepened kisses, roaming touches from your hands holding each other firmly beneath the stars aboard the Sunny. However, nothing further ever came between the two of you. After that night, the you both remained quite good friends and shared in each other's company, with unhinged and illicit conversation, each time Law met with his captain. He kept pace with you when you drank, spurting dark vulgarity subtly into your ear at the dining table when your crews met; but it was all in good humor and never truly to initiate anything rising further between you. 

A small pull at the corner of your sleeve from Ikkaku broke you away from your reminiscing, your face turning to look at her with your brows knitting in confusion. Her lips were sucked into her mouth, her eyes wide in excitement as she bore her gaze directly ahead. 

“What’s wrong with you?” your hushed whisper growled at her. She removed her grip on your sleeve and raised her hand to your chin, turning your head without pulling her eyes away from their fixed point in front of her. 

“This is who the Captain was keeping from you. Ever wonder why he’d been working you so hard when we meet up with certain crews? He’s why,” she muttered, her lips still sucked within her lips to stifle her rising joy. You allowed her to turn your jaw ahead, your eyes meeting with a hulking figure of a man with fiery red hair. 

Your jaw fell slack before your lips pulled up into a broad smile as your eyes fixed themselves on him. He was intimidating, he was hulking, and he was big. Your eyes shamelessly raked themselves over his body, halting on his calves, his thighs, his ass, his arm, his metal arm, his broad chest, his grimace, his makeup, his blaster goggles hoisting his untamed locks away from his face-. 

-You hastily drew your eyes back to his left arm, metal in make and incredibly large. It looked heavy, intricate, and mechanical. Your interest deepened at each sway of his arms, flex of his muscles and wind of cogs and bolts within his intricate piece attached to his severed limb. Starstruck, captivated, and interest immediately peaked; you continued to rake your eyes over this foreign man aboard the Polar Tang. 

“O-Oh? Oh m-my-...” you couldn’t find the words to form a cohesive string of sentences, your eyes fixed on his arm as you studied it. His mechanical fingertips were clenching, his grimace splitting his scarred face, and his hair bobbing beneath blaster goggles each time he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I know, right? Law has been trying so desperately to keep you from meeting him,” Ikkaku added, prompting you to hum deeply in interest with your tongue darting out to dampen your bottom lip. 

“That’s your type, then?” Penguin and Shachi uttered in unison, their downturned smiles through gritted teeth cringing through the question. 

“That’s-,” you took a moment to collect your thoughts, swallowing a lump of dry saliva within your mouth, ”-Exactly, my type,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke aloud. 

“And this is why each time we see the Victoria Punk, we have to keep you below deck and distracted,” Ikkaku managed to stutter out through her giggles. You quickly snapped your eyes back to her, your gaze narrowed and accusatory.

“We’ve had him,” you snapped your eyes away from the hulking gentleman to stare at Ikkaku, “On the Polar Tang more than once?” You snapped your eyes from Ikkaku to turn to Penguin on your other side, “And you managed to keep me distracted?” you uttered through gritted teeth. Ikkaku shrugged her shoulders, puffing out her cheeks to halt an uproar of laughter from falling from her lips. 

“Captain’s orders,” Shachi confirmed with a curt nod, stooping out from falling in line to meet his spectacle-covered eyes with yours, “He knows what you’re like, and how you’d react.” He stepped back in line and grunted out a soft cough to clear his throat. 

You turned your eyes back to the redhead, quickly looking over his hulking crew before hardening your resolve and humming deeply. 

“I am-...” you began, raking your eyes back over his body again, “...-I am going to climb him like a tree.” 

Snickers began to fall through the nose of Ikkaku, a small giggle elevating in Penguin’s chest, a huff of air snorting through Shachi’s nose.

“I gotta know what that hand does,” you confessed, your eyes full of wonderment and your tone full of longing desire, “What it feels like. Is it smooth? Does it have different settings? Is it cold? Can he control the pressure? I have to know, for science. I want him-...” you trailed off before dreamily adding: “...-To choke me.” 

More laughter and teeters from your friends around you threatened to break through the seal of their clenched lips, Penguin raising his palm to halt his laughter. 

“Look at his eyes. He’s got so much pent up hate in that twinkle,” you continued, a whimsical sigh exiting your lips, “I hope he’s the type that scowls into your face while he fucks you hard. Or maybe he’s the type to bend you over a desk while he frantically rams himself into you.” 

Ikkaku’s higher pitched whimpered laughter almost broke through her lips, elevating both her hands to clench over the bottom half of her face to stifle her laughter. Penguin was not faring much better, his teeters boiling close to breaking point. Shachi pulled his hat over his eyes in an effort to hide his blush.

“I wonder if all of him is as big, hard and angry as the rest of him,” you hummed, deep in thought. A choked snort threatened to break through Shachi’s nose, Ikkaku held her breath while Penguin cringed behind his palm. 

Zoro immediately drew his eye away from his captain and examined the five of you all huddled together in a line. He focussed on your lips moving, reading the unhinged commentary you were entertaining your crewmen with: noticing your gaze was fixed on Eustass Kid. His smirk immediately broke up his lips, his eyes closing as he huffed out a subtle laugh he disguised with a cough. 

“And the scars. Are they sensitive? I wonder if he’d writhe when I lick them,” you spoke with wonderment, “How far do they go down? Is it just his face, neck, arm, and chest - or do they go all the way down his body? I would happily lick, kiss and suck my way down while mapping his flesh beneath my lips. Oooh, I wonder if he’s ticklish.” 

Zoro’s gaze was now fully fixed on your lips, relaying every word of your hushed conversation lowly to Nami standing beside him. She began holding in her own laughter, choking back stifled whimpers while hearing the repetition of your vulgarity from the first-mate beside her. Nami was also a crewmate you enjoyed spending time with when the Nakama meetings drew the Straw-Hats and Heart-Pirate crews together, appreciating how effortlessly you relayed your desires and flirtations to your crewmen. 

“And his face paint. Does it smear when it's coated in sweat and saliva? His face looks like a comfortable place to sit,” you raked your eyes over his face, focussing on his grimacing lips, “He looks like he’d be an aggressive kisser. I wonder if he bites when he eats pu-.”

That was the comment that broke the seal, the three companions by your side finally breaking into an uproar of laughter. The three crews and their captains snapped their attention over to you. You held a look of absolute innocence, your eyes finally meeting with the intimidating presence of the feral, redheaded captain. 

His intense rage directed at you had you swooning, your knees buckling and your breath sighing at him. Heat flushed your cheeks the longer your eyes were locked with his. The flutter of your heartbeat and deep sigh departing from your lips perplexed him, depicted by the rage-riddled confusion knitting his brows together deeper.

Without warning with a few quick strides, your captain strutted over to your position among your crewmates.

“Tinkerer,” he spat, your body doing little to hide your longing as you desperately attempted to look behind Trafalgar Law to return your gaze to the Nakama behind you, “I said don’t.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you apologized sincerely, snapping your eyes up to his intense gaze,and assuming a more formal position. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chin elevated in the air and your expression hardened and practiced.

“I just-...” he growled, his eyes clamping shut tightly before reopening, “...It was a suggestion, Tink. Not an order.” He straightened his posture, swirling his neck to relieve it of tension, “At ease, but keep it quiet. Alright?”

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled, relaxing in your stature and beaming a brilliant smile up at him with a shrug, “I am going to test out how loud I can make him roar my name while he fills me full of his hot, sticky cu-.”

“-TINK!” Law scolded you with an exasperated growl, the remainder of the Heart-Pirates bursting into a large, unbridled gaggle of laughter. 

Far enough away to not hear the conversation Law was holding with you, Zoro’s smirk cut his face wider at Law’s roar. A low, rumbled chuckle shook Zoro’s shoulders, alerting Luffy and Eustass Kid of his amusement. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kid’s voice cracked through the air, causing Zoro’s chuckle to halt but his amusement remained. 

“Go ask Cap’n Law’s crew,” Zoro suggested nonchalantly with a shrug. Luffy quirked his head to the side, his wide eyes holding mild curiosity. Nami clapped her hands over her lips and shook her head, while Robin’s knowing smile drew itself up to decorate her face with her humor. 

“Why would I do that?” Kid growled, turning his intense auburn eyes back to the scene befaling Law and his crew. Law turned back to the two captains, a rise of a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fixed his hat atop his head. 

Behind the tattooed captain, you stood with your brow raised and following your captain’s retreat. He examined you briefly, noting you were holding a hushed conversation with your crewmates behind your captain’s back that had a blush rise to their cheeks, lips curling up into broad smiles, and shoulders quaking in laughter. You were confident, that much was sure. 

As Kid met his eyes with yours, he saw your cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes glancing at him with a beckoning taunt. He watched as you shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, pausing on a few key areas and your lips moving with a smile as you spoke. 

Kid immediately rose to your challenge, striding immediately over with haste and brushing his shoulder heavily past Law’s - who was too late to halt the meeting of an impossible force colliding with an immovable object. Law held out his arm in warning, an action falling short as the hulking figure covered your body in the shroud of his shadow. His presence sucked the very breath from your body, his intense, piercing gaze burned you as you gazed into them. Lips curling back into a snarl, he scrunched his nose alongside his brows. 

“The fuck are you all laughing at?” He roared, his hard gaze stealing the air from within your lungs. He was even more spectacular at his closer proximity, holding you briefly starstruck under his dangerous aura. 

“Aww, nothing to say? Something clamping down on your tongue to keep it from moving?” he grimaced his lips up into a cruel snarl. At his taunt, your brief awestruck expression was replaced with a channel for your vulgarity.

“Why, are you offering?” You bite back, your eyes dark with their challenge, “I bet you have an array of things you could use to keep my tongue occupied.” His eyes widened, his grimace falling a little at your words.

“Come again?” He asked, hunching over to draw his face close to yours. He bore his teeth at you, his shock written all over his face. 

“I hope so, Sir,” you smile dreamily up at him, “As many times as you can handle it.” 

Your crewmen beside you sucked in whimpered breaths, hoping and praying the larger man at least found humor in your comments if not anything else. You continued to hold your half-lidded eyes, glazed over with unwithheld lust and need meeting with his wide eyes, pupils shrunk small and expression angry.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he spat, his brows creasing in the middle of his forehead as his scowl returned, “I should gag, choke and flog you for that.”

“And I would say ‘thank you’, Sir,” you hummed in affirmation, stepping your body closer to his towering form. Reactionary, he stepped further towards you, completely ignoring your crewmates beside you witnessing your interaction. You could feel the waves of tension elevating and igniting fury beneath his hulking form. 

“If this is your way of pissing me off,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice echoing within his chest shot a delightful shiver to your spine, “Believe me, it’s fuckin’ working, Sunshine.” 

Your heart swelled at his bestowment of such a sweet title onto you, your comrades in arms staring at you in horror as you swooned. Shachi and Penguin were rapidly shaking their heads from side to side in an attempt to warn you to cease your shameless advance of the foreign captain. Ikkaku stifled a smaller gasped whimper, while Bepo covered his ears. 

“So violent,” your voice shuddered in delight with an airy breathiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you intend on seeing it through, Sir.” 

Eustass Kid was stunned.

He had not received such provocative and forthcoming flirtation in this way before, and he truly had no idea if your crude words were just a depiction of your humor to entertain yourself, or if you truly meant what you were saying. If your expressions were just an act to draw a laugh from your crewmen, he no longer wanted to take part in engaging with you in this way. However, if you were truly interested in him - your shameless and tasteless salaciousness was indeed igniting something within the tinkerer-captain.

“You don’t even know who I am, Sunshine,” he informed you, drawing up his mechanical left hand and threatening to cage your neck within its cool, steely grip.

“Then educate me on the name I’ll be blissfully crying praises for, Sir,” you groaned, leaning your neck against the index finger of the mechanical contraption. 

“You got a lot of nerve to be talking shit about me in front everyone,” he pressed the heel of his metallic palm further into your flesh and curled the digits around your throat, “I’m not a fan of being the butt of some fucked up joke.”

“They’re not laughing at you, Sir. It’s ridicule at my expense,” you confessed, groaning at the feeling of cool metal pressing dangerously hard against your jugular, “They’re laughing at how much I want you, which I do. I really do, if you’re up to the task.” 

Kid’s breath was now taking its turn in being stolen from his lungs, your confession weighing as heavy on his heart as his mechanical arm was on his shoulder. He took a moment to process the words falling freely from your lips before he calculated an appropriate response. 

“The fuck did you just say-...?” Kid asked you quietly, his arm faltering its grip around your neck while his balled fist clenched tighter to stifle his rising anger. 

“You heard me,” you taunted him further, not tearing your eyes from his for even a moment. Your smile never faltered, your eyes displaying their unbridled lust and craving for him within your blackened pupils, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told twice.” 

“And what kind of guy do I look like to you?” he spat at you, wringing your neck between his steel fingers.

“A big one,” you gasped a whimpering moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt every movement offered by the mechanical contraption. You would adore taking the time to study such a beautiful object in your workshop, but for now; your curiosity was satisfied by the feeling of the hulking larger man caging you beneath its cool grasp.

“You want me to show you how big I really am, Sunshine?” his face split into a broad grin, his brow creasing in the center to deepen his sinister expression, “At least you already know how to call me ‘Sir’.” 

Before you could utter another word, Law pulled the captain’s attention away from you with a grasp of his hand on his right forearm. Before he could squeeze his metal fingers around your neck further, he drew them away from your flesh as Captain Law interrupted your building tension.

“Captain Kid,” his stern voice cut through the air, the redhead’s eyes snapped over to meet with the yellow irises of your captain, “I apologize for my tinkerer’s obscenity. They know better,” he shot you a pointed look, one you returned with a stubborn huff of breath. “Tink, I warned you. You’re dismissed. Workshop, now.” 

“Aye-aye, Captain,” you spat, your heels clicking together as you saluted him with your index and middle finger. You marched yourself below decks, mentally scolding yourself on your shamelessness in front of someone who was finally your type. 

As the door closed behind you, Law released a breath he didn’t know he was withholding. As he opened his mouth to speak, Kid spoke over him.

“Did you say tinkerer, Traffy?” his eyes were still fixed on the door you just exited through, his voice almost soft in curiosity.

“That I did,” Law confessed with a huffed breath, “Let’s get back to our meeting so we can get this bullshit over with, yeah?” 

“Yeah…” Kid exhaled, turning back to meet his gaze with Luffy and his own crew. He spared one more glance over his shoulder towards the lower deck door of the Polar Tang. Curiosity had you plaguing his thoughts, swirling within every crevice of his mind as he attempted to engage in the fruitless Nakama meeting with the Heart, Kid and Straw-Hat pirate captains. 

Pausing just before joining up with Luffy, Kid turned once more to Law and grunted out a small cough. Law lazily turned his face over to him, angling his chin upwards to stare at the larger man. Kid’s cheeks dusted with a small tint of pink, elevating his right hand and pressing it against his lips while grunting through his next choice words. 

“They single?”

Law groaned, throwing his head back as he and Kid rejoined themselves next to Luffy to discuss the next aspect of their meeting: no words finding anchor within the Straw-Hat captain’s mind, as he was too busy contemplating when the next meal was to be presented. Will Sanji cook it? Will Kid’s crew, or Law’s provide it? Will it include meat? He hoped it would.

Part 2

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Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

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One Piece Writing Challenge Prompt List (REQUESTS CLOSED)

These are the prompts for fics that will be rated G through T. Please read the rules and send requests as asks. Fics can be romantic pairings, friendship, or individual characters.

Amber (Drake x Law)

Appraise

Argue (Law x Nami)

Bird (Smoker x Hina)

Black (Mihawk x Moria)

Blue (Shanks x Marco)

Boat

Book (Law x Robin)

Breakfast (WhiteHeart AU)

Care (Whitebeard & Law WhiteHeart AU)

Carry (Ace x Nami)

Cat

Catch

Chase

Comfort (Law & Ikkaku) Published

Cottage

Cuddle (Law & Ikkaku)

Dance (Law & Robin)

Dessert

Dinner

Distract (Law x Robin)

Dog

Doll (Marco & Ikkaku WhiteHeart AU)

Dream (Law x Nami)

Eyes (Killer x Ikkaku)

Family

Fire (Ace x Ikkaku)

Fix (Law x Hawkins) PUBLISHED

Found (Sabo x Vivi)

Friends (Pell & Cobra)

Game (WhiteHeart AU)

Gift (Sanji & Zoro)

Glass

Gold (Usopp x Kaya)

Green (Law & Ikkaku)

Hat (Luffy x Hancock)

Heal (Law x Luffy)

Heart (Sanji & Usopp)

Help (Zoro x Nami)

Home (Marco x Robin)

Hot (Law x Robin)

Iron (Brook)

Jewel (Bonney x Kid)

Kindness (Doflamingo & Giolla)

Laugh (Zoro & Sanji)

Light (Rayleigh x Shakky)

Loyal (Penguin)

Lunch (Usopp x Kaya) Published!

Magic (Usopp & Luffy & Chopper)

Mail

Makeup (Mihawk x Perona)

Oil

Party (Heart Pirates)

Plushie (Nami & Bepo)

Popsicle (Nami x Usopp)

Protect (Shanks x Makino)

Quiet (Paulie x Nami)

Rabbit

Red (Nami)

Royal

Safe (Sanji & Zoro & Usopp & Luffy)

Short (Luffy x Hancock)

Sick

Sky (Pell x Chaka)

Sleep

Smile

Sword (Zoro x Tashigi)

Tall (Mihawk x Perona)

Towel (Vivi & Carue)

Underwater

Warm (Law x Nami)

Water (Nojiko x Ace)

Whale

Wish (WhiteHeart AU)

Wonder (Law & Chopper)

(For NSFW prompts, request from this list)

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Witches were, by nature, incredibly passionate and sensitive beings. They had to be to channel magic, to be one with the elements and connect with the supernatural in ways that most mortals couldn’t. It was both a blessing and a curse, particularly when it came to mixing magic with sex. The senses were heightened to the extreme, emotions ran high, and the mind became more focused on the satisfaction of now instead of long-term consequences.

Sex with a demon, especially an incubus who fed by funneling a bit of their power into their victim, was that times ten. With Nami, the reason Ikkaku had managed to keep her mind clear was due to preparation. She’d had a set goal in mind, a spell deliberately cast to keep her mind on the greater task at hand, and a succubus willing to cooperate enough to not hit her with her full seductive power.

She didn’t have that with Zoro. Really, she should have prepared, but she’d foolishly assumed that his alleged stubborn disinterest in feeding would do the job for her. Now, she was pinned to a wall by a hot mountain of muscle and loving it, his raw power and need already giving her the high of incredible sex without removing even a stitch of clothing.

Her legs needed very little coaxing to wrap around his hips and her arms instantly draped over his bare shoulders, nails scratching along the delicious planes of muscle at the base of his wings. The scent of blood and sweat teased her nostrils and the rumbling purr of his deep voice sent tremors through her chest. The hard bulge of his cock pressed snugly against the apex of her thighs, and oh, she could already tell he was going to absolutely ruin her in the best way. It was entirely possible that if she survived, no other man would manage to measure up.

Worth it.

His tongue and teeth on her neck had the witch shuddering in delight, even as his taunt caressed her ears. Despite her arousal, though, deep down her pride was starting to seethe, a burn that, while not as intense as the fire of lust that currently consumed her, did indeed manage to penetrate the haze that had shrouded her mind just the tiniest bit. Enough to make her slightly more cognizant instead of just an animalistic, moaning mess. Enough to think a little beyond the immediate swells of pleasure his rolling hips and sensual mouth gave her.

Zoro wanted her clothes off. Yes, she had enough functioning brain cells for that. Show him her power, let him see her naked body hot and ready for him. Offer herself up on a silver platter to fuck, to devour, to continue to bless with mind-melting pleasure.

Reluctantly her hands left his skin to grip her own sensitive breasts, whispering a small incantation under her breath. The fabric beneath her palms gently burned away like paper as she ran her hands over her lush curves, revealing smooth skin and toned muscles for him to feast his eyes on. Even her bra and panties were not spared, the flames sensually licking the skin of her most intimate bits but not leaving so much as a scorch mark. Right now, the only one allowed to mark her flesh was him.

“That impatient?” she managed to ask breathily, squeezing her tits invitingly, heavy pants making her chest swell and the flesh peek out between splayed fingers. Running her tongue along her upper lip, Ikkaku managed to moan out, “Now - ah! - who’s eager?”

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Zoro: Stupid clown.

Ikkaku: swoons

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Sometimes you're having an exhausting day full of lowkey anxiety, so you need to treat yourself to somethingafter work. And wouldn't you know it, your favorite stationary dealer has a brand new wax seal that represents one of your favorite Ikkaku ships.

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It appeared Law wasn’t interested in keeping the conversation light. Perhaps she should have expected it; he was a man who had gone through a lot of pain. Much of his life was still a mystery to her, but if the stories about hunters she’d heard from Gramps were anything to go by, his childhood must have sucked, to say nothing of his present. Blood and misery. Definitely the kind of man who didn’t allow himself to get close to others easily.

She did genuinely feel for him. Even the stuff that should be a blessing, like a hot booty call, came with dangers that could very well take her friend away from her. Ikkaku liked Nami, but perhaps she should have a talk with the succubus. Make it clear that while she was grateful to her for introducing her to Zoro, if she ended up killing Law, there would be consequences. It didn’t matter that Nami was her bodyguard’s half-sister; if Law died at her hands, or even got his heart broken, the witch would not play nice.

Zoro probably wouldn’t like it, but that would be her problem, not the hunter’s.

With a sigh, Ikkaku stuck the cork back in the bottle. It was becoming clear that Law wouldn’t exactly be a fun drunk. She’d save the rest for when they could talk about something besides death and killing. Getting up, she poured them both a pint of water to wash down their current drinks. “Can’t speak for you, but I put up with it because, hard as it might be to believe, Zoro’s one of my better choices. Unlike most demons, he’s not after my soul, so when he does eventually drain me dry, I might not be insta-bound for Hell. Assuming I can make up for the shit I’ve done before then.”

And that was the truth of it all, wasn’t it? She stuck with the ornery, rude, life-draining demon because it was the best way to keep herself from ending up in the gates of Hell. She had seen them once in the eyes of the Devil when he’d visited her home. Seen them in her potential future because she’d unwittingly helped him. Worst of all, in that future she’d seen some kind of connection between them. A scorched mark; a binding contract that shouldn’t exist.

She’d put up with a thousand irritable incubi if it meant Doflamingo couldn’t claim her. 

The glass left a wet ring on the old wooden table as she set it down before her guest. The smile she gave Law held no mirth; only acceptance of her fate. “Yeah, Zoro will probably kill me, but it’s better than ending up some other demon’s slave or plaything down in the pits. So, would kinda appreciate you not putting a bullet in him until after I’m dead. Otherwise it’ll be like being single at a bar - every eligible demon in town’ll come sniffing around, lookin’ to court the local witch. Zoro’s pretty much my fake wedding ring.”

Cool water slid down her throat as she took a sip. Her situation wasn’t ideal, but she supposed it could be worse. And when she thought about it, it was nice knowing Law cared enough to not want her dead. She felt the same. Whatever she could do to keep him alive, whether on a hunt or in this strange relationship he had with Nami, she would do.

Maybe she was too old to believe in fairly tales, but damn if she wasn’t determined to at least try to give the people she cared about the Happily Ever After they deserved.

That in mind, her smile became warmer, eyes playful. “Law, I’d never dare assume you were anything but the one doing the fucking. And if you think I’m being invasive now, I’d better stop drinking. Otherwise I will start grilling and over-sharing and neither of us want that. So new proposal - since both our dating lives have sucked long before we met those irritating hellcats, anytime you want, like, a platonic friend date, hit me up. Think we could both use a reminder that there’s more to life than being food for sex demons.”

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Despite her attempts at keeping the mood playful, it seemed Law was determined to not lose sight of reality. Not surprising, given that he was a hunter, so allowing himself to forget the dangers demons posed, especially ones he was sexually involved with, was suicidal.

It was a lesson Ikkaku would be wise to remember, too. She’d been tricked in the past by demons and was lucky she’d come out the other side with her soul intact. Part of her wanted to blame her friendship with Killer for putting in her head that not all demons were monsters, but the fact was, her old protector hadn’t even been a demon in the first place. She’d been an utter fool. Still was, really.

Ikkaku frowned, placing her glass back on the table, a few flecks of red lipstick staining the rim of her glass. Law was harsh, but correct; as a witch she was nothing but food to Zoro. Not a friend or companion or a lover. He spent most of his time off in the mountains training and only showed up if he thought she was in danger or he happened to wander by. He sure as hell didn’t make his impromptu visits because he gave a shit about her as a person. It was because he was checking to make sure she hadn’t been stolen away by some other demon. And while he didn’t feed on her often, but that wasn’t because he cared - it was because he was a prideful dumbass who saw his natural instincts as a weakness.

Honestly, sometimes she wondered why he even agreed to protect her. Maybe it was out of pity. Or to shut Nami up about needing a regular food source. The latter seemed the most likely.

Snatching the bottle back, Ikkaku refilled her own glass. “At least Nami seems to appreciate her meal, though. Zoro sees me as an obligation,” she said bitterly. “Fucking pickiest eater on the planet, I swear. Most demons would sell their right arm to feed on a witch’s life force. Him? Calls me annoying and then raids my liquor cabinet. Moss-headed dick.”

Tossing back another swallow of whiskey that her demon booty call had thankfully not found the last time he’d stopped in, she regarded Law. While of course the world was weird and chaotic, it almost seemed too much of a coincidence that they ended up shacking up with a pair of sex demon siblings. The witch hardly believed in fate, but she was beginning to wonder if outside forces had gone out of their way to ensure their lives would intersect in so many ways.

Or maybe she was overthinking it. Ikkaku found she tended to do that and it led to more than half her troubles.

“You know what the worst part is? I mean besides our probably inevitable deaths when they finally drain us dry?” she griped, forcing her mind back to the matter at hand but the mood to take a hopefully less somber tone. “We can pretty much never date. Like, normal sex is pretty much ruined for us. And don’t give me that bull about you following a vow of chastity, Law - there is no way I’m believing that Nami took your V-card. You may be a man of the cloth, but those tattoos paint you as a total fuckboy.” Her voice was teasing, the curl of her lips indicating that she was hardly judging - after all, Zoro had hardly been her first, either.

   Ikkaku’s own complaints brings that smirk back to tug at his lips. It’s kind of funny to him that she’s complaining about not being fed on by a sex demon that would usually drain every bit of her life force. Sure, being treated like she’s nothing more than an annoyance would be frustrating but it’s probably better for her in the long run. Less likely to develop the addiction that comes with being a donor for an Incubus or a Succubus. Law wonders if Ikkaku realises how she sounds right now. Almost like she thinks Zoro should thanking her for this arrangement. Demons generally aren’t the thankful types, especially when they owe you.

   Amused eyes watch her take that new sip, the priest at least pleased she’s going to take his words to heart. Ikkaku needs to be careful and not fall into the trap this kind of relationship can create. He likes her. He’s rather not visit and find her actually so drained dry, and he really doesn’t want to see her get emotionally hurt either. In truth, if it was his choice he’d kill Zoro and save Ikkaku from all this, but he can already here the type of argument she’d throw at him. That advice would be full of hypocrisy. Although, he can bring it up jokingly.

   “I gotta wonder why we put up with their shit,” he says, fingers tapping at his glass. “I could fill them both with holy bullets and then all our complaints would be solved.”

   A solution that is easier said than done on his part. Law truly could put a bullet in Nami’s brain and be done with this. He’d he justified in doing it too, but he can’t help feel some sorrow at the idea of that. The time to kill her was that first night, when he first learned of the truth. When he felt that betrayal. Now it just feels too like, like he’s in too deep, even as he reminds himself how empty this actually is.

   Then Ikkaku’s words go into a lighter tone, the witch determined to turn this subject positive. She does realise they are talking about a pair of demons that are slowly turning them into sex addicts with the eventual goal of killing them, right? Can that truly be a lighter topic? Well, she clearly thinks joking about their now ruined love life will help with that. Ikkaku clearly know nothing about his dating experience.

    “Gotta say, don’t like that term. It implies I am the one bein’ fucked when in fact I’m doing the fuckin’,” the Priest explains, taking a sip of his newly filled glass. “And to answer your very invasive question; no, Nami wasn’t my first. If you haven’t noticed by now I don’t take my vows seriously. Also, gonna point out Nami didn’t ruin dating for me either. That whole deal was dead well before I even met her.”

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Didn’t really do more than glance at the SBS for Zoro’s family tree, but I will comment on one thing I saw that amused me a bit. Since it’s a spoiler, I’ll put it below the cut.

Oda gave Zoro’s dad the same name I gave Ikkaku’s grandma, lol. I’m not exactly sure if Zoro actually knew his parents’ names, but if he did, I can imagine some amusing potential exchanges between him and Ikkaku, especially in regards to shipping.

Zoro: So, my dad is your grandma? Ikkaku: ...I can’t tell if you’re actually this dumb or if you’re fucking with me.

Also

Zoro: You know, it’s kinda good to know that Arashi works as both a girl and a boy name. Ikkaku: Why’s that? Zoro: Because you’re motherly and a bleeding heart when it comes to kids and I’ll probably end up attracting strays like old Hawk-eyes. It’s inevitable one of us will come home one day with a toddler or something. Ikkaku: Are you...saying that on the off-chance we end up adopting a baby together someday, we should name them “Arashi”? Zoro: Pretty much, yeah. Ikkaku: ...Yeah, ok, but only if their middle name is “Law” since they’re gonna have your last name by default.” Zoro: I’ll compromise with “Torao”. Ikkaku: ...alright, deal. No one uses the middle name anyway. Law will never have to know.

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The ultimate Zoro song for any ship, really, and it rightfully belongs on my Ikkaku x Zoro playlist. This man probably went 500 miles in the wrong direction but damn it, he'll walk another 500 miles back to get to her (and then promptly fall over to take a nap).

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Ikkaku’s pinch to his ribs got barely more than a grunt in reaction, though now that it appeared the more uncomfortable portion of the conversation was over with, he did relax his hands from his knees. He opted to keep himself as loose as possible, focusing first on releasing the tension that had built itself back up in his face and neck and working down from there.

He scoffed at the nickname, tilting his head just enough to knock it gently against the woman’s. Of course he knew it was meant to be a tease, but of course he was going to rise and sink his teeth into the bait anyway.

❝ I can bench much heavier things than a stupid engine, ❞ he grumbled with only a slight bit of petulance, his voice sounding like it came from deep within his chest from how gruff it was. ❝ We’re different kinds of strong. I may be cocky… but not cocky enough to say I’m the strongest… Not yet. ❞

Zoro still had a ways to go before he could accept that title, and there was a certain individual he still had to best to gain it. It’s what all of this was for, aside from making sure Luffy ended up on top. Right now, at this very moment, he just had to be good enough to protect what he cared about most. The rest would come with time, and they had all the time in the world…

So long as Mihawk didn’t croak before he finally got to fight him.

Her comment, said so softly that if she were any farther away the average person wouldn’t have caught it, didn’t get passed the swordsman. It actually made him chuckle, a smirk quirking one corner of his mouth.

❝ Don’t let the witch hear you say that. She thinks I’m only good for being a pack mule and fighting off enemies for her. ❞ Which again, he knew was a lie. He knew how much he truly meant to his crewmates, even if some wouldn’t admit it out loud.

His attempt to knock his head against hers was met with a giggle and a playful nip to his ear as punishment for calling any engine “stupid”. Ikkaku knew he was strong yet always sought to become stronger. It was one of the things she admired about him, as she was in a similar way with engineering. Technology was always advancing, so saying she was the best at something was short-sighted, as there was always more for her to discover and study and learn. And while Zoro’s at least had something of a final battle to attain his dream, it was still a ways off, yet the distance didn’t seem daunting to him.

It made her all the more eager to see him achieve it. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to see that penultimate duel and get to cheer him on.

“I mean, you are pretty damn good at that stuff, but it’s not the only thing you’re good for.” Oddly, her tone wasn’t dripping with innuendo, as easy as it would be. It held a more sincere, contemplative note to it. "You’re good at letting me use you as a punching bag when I’m frustrated with Law’s bullshit, even if it hurts my fists more than you. And you’re good for keeping me warm on colder nights. Almost Bepo’s level, really. Fantastic at getting me to settle down for a nap once in a while. Really, you’re super multi-talented.”

Noticing how he seemed to be trying to relax some of the tension in his muscles, Ikkaku opted to help him loosen up by removing her arms from around his waist to instead settle her hands against his back. Talented fingers carefully worked against the hard muscles, rubbing up and down along his spine and shoulders, massaging them until she felt them ease up. She had her own talents, after all, and she was happy to use them to make him a little more comfortable.

Another question formed in her head. The Straw Hats’ dynamics were still something of a mystery to Ikkaku. Zoro and Sanji were always arguing. Brook kept asking to see the ladies panties and got smacked around for it. Robin seemed to delight in saying morbid things that scared Usopp shitless. Yet she knew this was a close-knit crew that would kill and die for each other, all working towards the same goal; making Monkey D. Luffy the Pirate King.  

Hands moving down to work at the muscles of Zoro’s lower back, the engineer asked, “What’s your deal with Nami, anyway? I heard her saying something about your ‘debt’ the other night. If you need to pay her back for something, you could always give me a hand in the engine room for some extra berri.” It would mostly be lifting heavy shit and the like, but really, she’d be happy for both the help and the company. Maybe she could even put his declaration that he could lift heavier things than an engine to the test.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@shiigures​ asked: "Why does Roronoa call you babygirl?" ( I made a ship and a humorous one for this meme since I don't think Zoro would call anyone babygirl. xD )

Send my muse "why does [NAME] call you babygirl?" for their reaction! (Still Accepting!)

“I uh...” Ikkaku trailed off, staring at Tashigi, going red from her cheeks to her ears. Ok then. So the Marine had heard him say that. She was really hoping nobody had heard that. Especially not her captain. Not that he wasn’t aware, but she just knew she’d either get a mocking smirk or a judgmental stare in response. At least everyone else was too distracted watching Zoro and Sanji fight to bring it up. Everyone except Tashigi, apparently.

“It’s...kind of an inside joke,” she finally mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sanji was yelling at him about needing to be more openly affectionate. Said if he and I were a thing, Zoro needed to actually, you know, act like it. Like with nicknames and public displays of affection. ‘Course, Sanji suggested ‘princess’ or ‘darling’ or ‘my love.’ Franky suggested ‘babygirl’ as a joke, which Sanji thought was terrible. So, of course, Zoro went with that. Because spite.”

Looking back at her swordsman battling the cook, Ikkaku had to chuckle. The nickname itself was utterly ridiculous and so out of character for him, it was impossible not to laugh. Really, Sanji should have known his attempt to make Zoro “proper boyfriend material” would backfire like that. If he’d wanted anything to actually come from it, he should have outsourced that lesson to Robin or Chopper. People he’d actually listen to.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@orcabite​ asked: ♡

Dream drabbles! (No Longer Accepting)

It was another Straw Hat beach party that the Hearts had been pulled into. Ikkaku didn’t even know what they were celebrating—not that their allies ever really needed much of a reason to have a party. It didn’t matter, anyway. At the sky overhead flickered between day and night, the engineer was content to sit by the bonfire and watch the festivities as they played out. Especially as it was always a treat to see both crews so happy.

Law was sitting further off, Nami in his arms as they had some highly intelligent discussion, if the pleased but focused expression on their faces were anything to go by. Penguin and Shachi were flirting with Robin who thankfully seemed more amused by their attempts to woo her than put-off. Clione and Sanji were keeping the buffet table piled high with the most delicious food. The air was filled with the sounds of Brook’s violin and Crozier’s guitar. Luffy and Bepo were sitting quietly, listening to Usopp tell one of his wild stories. Meanwhile, half of the Hearts were engaged in a ten-on-two volleyball match against Franky and Chopper while Jinbei refereed.

Ikkaku’s brow furrowed as she realized one Straw Hat was not accounted for. Had Zoro gotten lost on his way to get more sake? How long had he been missing for? It simultaneously felt like minutes and hours since she’d seen him last.

Just as she had gotten to her feet so she could track him down, a strong, warm presence appeared behind her. “Where’re you going?” the swordsman’s deep voice rumbled in her ear as muscular arms wrapped around her waist.

“Was gonna look for you,” she giggled, turning her head to press a kiss to his jaw. “Was worried you’d gotten lost and found yourself in trouble.”

He gave an annoyed grunt at the teasing but didn’t let go of his engineer, instead resting his chin on her shoulder. “Didn’t get lost. Just wanted to make sure everything was perfect, otherwise the shitty cook would never let me hear the end of it.”

“Make sure what was perfect?” she asked, curiosity piqued. It was then that she caught a bit of white out of the corner of her eye, and looking down, found a bandage wrapped around Zoro’s arm. “Oh. My. Gods. Did you manage to hurt yourself or something? Damn it, you should have gone straight to Chopper instead of me!” Not that she wouldn’t have been happy to use her limited medical knowledge to patch him up, but Zoro had a habit of treating major injuries like they weren’t a big deal unless actively dying, so naturally her first instinct was concern.

Zoro rolled his eyes at her reaction and opted to wrap his unbandaged arm around her tighter as he took a seat on the sandy ground, pulling her into his lap. “Tch. I’m fine. Besides, one of your crew did this to me.”

“My crew?”

“Marmaduke or somethin’.”

“Pretty sure you mean Malamute,” she corrected. He, like Luffy, always seemed to be getting her shipmates’ names wrong. It was simultaneously annoying and amusing.

“Yeah, that guy. The one who does tattoos and shit.”

Dark eyes widened in realization. “Did you…get a tattoo?”

Pulling away just enough to unwrap the bandage from around his bicep, Zoro revealed the fresh ink; three swords through a yellow heart. A simple design, but one that so clearly symbolized them and their relationship.

“It’s beautiful,” Ikkaku whispered, touching the spot carefully. Almost reverently. The skin was warm and pliant beneath her fingertips, and she swore she could feel his heart beating through the muscle.

“Good, because now we match.”

“Huh?”

Zoro leaned down to press his lips to Ikkaku’s own bicep. When his lips touched her skin, colors burst through her veins and bled upwards until the same tattoo now marked her own arm.

“This almost feels like a proposal,” she joked breathily as the rest of their crews faded away, leaving the two to have their moment alone.

“Maybe it is,” Zoro stated, lifting his head to look into her eyes. He gave her one of those heartrending, beautiful, rare smiles as he asked, “What do you say? Wanna marry me?”

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Ikkaku awoke before she could give her answer in the dream. Not that she really needed to—she already knew the answer in her heart. A difficult one she’d been wrestling with for quite a while, and while it was one she knew she’d never actually receive from her stubborn swordsman, something she’d felt deserved an answer for her own closure.

Sighing, Ikkaku reached across her bed to her nightstand, where a little notebook sat. Turning to the most recent page, she stared at the tattoo she had been sketching out for herself.

Three swords through a yellow heart. It was the design she was planning on taking to Malamute to permanently ink into her skin. A symbol to herself and others that she was taken. She didn’t expect Zoro to do the same. Hell, he’d never seemed all that interested in getting a tattoo in the past, so why would he now. Perhaps it was just her own wistful thinking that he’d want to match her. To have that visible symbol that they were together even when their respective voyages kept them apart for long stretches of time.

Rolling back onto the bed, Ikkaku stared at the ceiling. The dream was happy. She was happy with her relationship with Zoro, even if he wasn’t exactly the romantic sort. Her heart was simultaneously full of warmth at the knowledge that she’d genuinely fallen in love and a dull ache that she was too much of a coward to actually say the words.

She could only hope her dumb yet surprisingly perceptive lover was about to figure it out despite the lack of words, and returned those feelings in his own way.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@ephxmerall​ asked: She was talking animatedly about something. Something Zoro knew to be one of her passions. Her tone got this certain inflection to it whenever Ikkaku spoke of her interests that he picked up on almost immediately when their crews allied together. But once they entered into the engine room, his mind wandered to the twisting pipes surrounding them, the gauges that he never cared to understand. He paused in front of one of them, Ikkaku continuing on ahead without realizing.

It made Zoro once again think about exactly how different each of their homes was. Nothing smelled of warm wood and sunlight here. Only the tang of metal, hot exhaust and engine grease filled his nostrils.

"What makes the Polar Tang your home?" He suddenly asked, interrupting Ikkaku mid-sentence. The hilt of one of his swords tapped against one of the pipes with the simple shift of his thumb, curious gaze finally lifting from the gauge to fall on Ikkaku some feet away.

Unprompted

Ikkaku knew that Zoro didn’t really fully follow what she had been babbling on about for the past then minutes. It wasn’t due to a lack of intelligence - he was far smarter than people gave him credit for and plenty observant, but engines were a specialized field, especially in a world of wooden ships. But she appreciated that his let her talk about it regardless. That even if he didn’t fully understand it, he knew it was something she was passionate about and never begrudged her talking his ear off. The fact that he actually followed her into the engine room instead of wandering off to do his own thing further encouraged her to keep chattering. It was one of the things she liked most about him - he encouraged her passion in his own silent way.

However, she paused mid-sentence when he asked a question. It was sudden, but not unkind or condescending. Genuine curiosity as this vessel was practically another world from what he was familiar with. 

“Well, home is where the Heart is, right?” she joked before her smile softened into something more sentimental. Almost dreamy, even. “It’s hard to explain without sounding sappy, but it just...feels like home, you know?”

She looked around at her surroundings. Pistons and pumps chugged along steadily while the little hands of the gauges held their place, indicating all was well. Her hand stroked one of the pipes, the warmth intense enough to be felt through her glove but she knew it wouldn’t burn her. It rarely did. Only when she was being reckless or foolish, which made her feel like it was the ship scolding her at times. Like Law flicking her forehead, or Gramps rapping her knuckles with his pipe, or Zoro lightly bonking her with the sheathe of his sword. But at the same time, she felt as warm and cared for as when she was wrapped up in their arms.

“It’s home because it’s a place where I always feel safe. The smells and sounds are familiar and comforting. The metal walls are sturdy and strong and I know that while I’m inside them, I’m sheltered and protected. If there’s something wrong, she lets me know and she does her best to keep goin’ while I do my best to fix her. The Polar Tang is home because it’s full of happy memories. It’s home because it’s the first place where I’ve truly felt like I belong. I can expand my skills and show what I’m capable of and she encourages me, I guess. Lets me come up with new ways to make her stronger, faster. I want her to be her best as much as she wants me to be mine. I guess it’s more than just a ship to me; it’s home because the Polar Tang is helping me fulfill my dream. Carrying me towards new knowledge and adventures and giving me what I never had back on Joras.”

Ikkaku returned her attention to Zoro, blushing a little. “Sorry if this isn’t making much sense. Honestly I think I’m making her sound more like a member of the crew than a place, huh?”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Anyone: *tries to make a move on witch!Ikkaku*

Incubus!Zoro: