king in the making

@sillygum asked: 🍆 bothering ikkaku time Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse. (Still Accepting)

Ikkaku stared at Luffy for a solid minute. Not speaking or even blinking. Just trying to process the question the young captain had just asked her. Her brain was making a sort of screeching sound, like when the gears of the engine suddenly came to a halt and hadn't been greased in a while.

When she did finally manage to speak again, it was suspicious, as if she wasn't certain she wasn't being pranked or something. Were Shachi and Penguin hiding in the bushes with a recording den den mushi? "I...you...Straw Hat, you and sexual fantasies are not something that ever happen in my brain at the same time. Ever." Perhaps she should have expected that he knew what sex was. It had to have come up at some point in his life or voyages, right? Pirates weren't exactly chaste or tactful. Bawdy songs and risque tales were abundant in every tavern, so he would have picked up something at some point, right?

But still, looking at Straw Hat Luffy, with his youthful face and goofy smile...nope. Not for her. But for the sake of argument, she supposed she could theorize how his powers could be utilized in the bedroom.

"Listen, if you're looking for ways to get freaky between the sheets, I've seen you inflate your arm and leg, so it's, uh, possible that you could do the same with your, uh, dick? Or use your stretching arms for restraining purposes?" Old Ones, she was so uncomfortable giving him sex advice. If she really thought about it, she could potentially give more detailed options depending on whether he liked being dominant or submissive, but she was pretty sure if she did, she'd have to request Law lobotomize her after.

“Huh?” Eyes narrow, confusion puckering his features. Is … is she trying to help him? The last thing he needs is advice or pointers on how to use his powers. “I— yeah I've done that plenty of times before?” Is Ikkaku a size queen that likes to be restrained? Not exactly what he was expecting but his powers appeal to every partner differently. “I don't get to sleep with a lot of ladies that often.” Fingers rub at his bare chin in thought. “Don't think Hancock or Robin would be into either but you should totally see this thing I can do with my tongue!” Index and thumb find said appendage and begin to twist but he stops short, heavy hands startling the thought out of his mind.

— ADD TO: to say to my muse FROM : for my muse to say to your muse.

We aren't finished yet.

I didn't say you could leave.

Sit down.

I didn't say you could speak.

There's no point in lying to me.

That's not what I heard.

You can talk to to me.

I thought we were friends

Why can't you just make this easy.

Tell me what I want to know.

You could have made this easy.

This is getting old.

I have better things to do.

Fine, don't tell me.

I'm only going to ask one more time.

. » ACTIONS ‖

Raise hand to smack.

Raise hand to punch.

Choke against wall.

Kicking while down

Straddling and choking.

Cornering them.

Whispering a secret into ear.

Stepping on hand.

Break a finger.

Finger in wound.

Hold blade to cheek.

Stab and twist.

Grab a fist full of hair.

Pinch chin to look up.

Yank down by shirt.

Spit at feet.

1. confess a fantasy they've had about your muse

2. confess what they think sex with the sender's muse is like/good

3. confess a embarrassing sexual experience

4. share a kink

5. share a kink they'd hate receiver's muse to know they have

6. confess a fantasy that scared them

7. weither they'd fuck , marry, kill receivers muse

8. assume a kink the sender's muse has

9. give receiver relationship advice

10. confess a partner or experience they regret

11. confess a kink they're interested in trying but haven't.

12. confess someone they're embarrassed to be attracted to.

13. confess something they find physically attractive.

14. confess a sexual deal breaker

15. confess a physical turn off

16. say if sender gives off dom, switch or sub, vibes

17. describe their ideal sexual partner

18. post a outfit they'd like to see sender in

— ADD TO: to say to my muse FROM : for my muse to say to your muse.

you do not summon me

you do not walk away from me

i'm done, i told you we were over

we're not done, i am never going to be over you

come back to me, forgive me.

i am not a toy you can play with.

i am a monster but i'm your monster.

i lied. i lived a lie and i'm sorry about that

didn't you miss me

don't ever leave me like that again

i almost didn't survive without you

did you miss me? even a little?

true power hides in plain sight

the light blinded you

those people are not your people, you will never be one of them

when did you decide to let them ruin you.

so your life's unfair, so what.

grow the hell up. that's how it is.

so you lost someone you love, so what.

all you got to do is kill

i'll let you go on one condition

everybody dies

you get off on hurting people.

you're right, I get off on it.

you wanna know how I'd do it?

i'm too old for this shit

we never kill anyone together anymore.

we can compromise.

that's a argument for another day.

you're the only good part of me.

i know when you're lying.

don't even think of telling me to calm down.

pick a damn struggle already.

don't you dare challenge me again. What's your problem

But for now, she had a self-destructive Straw Hat to focus on and make sure he didn't end up killing himself with training after Law spent so many hours keeping him from dying on his operating table.

For a moment, however, that thought escaped her mind when the kid's tongue snapped out and snatched the jerky from her hand. She recoiled in disgust, yelping in surprise, hardly expecting him to be so...weird. Sure, Law's powers were plenty freaky, but she was used to that kind of weirdness. That? Ugh, that was unexpected and gross!

"Ew! Yeah, here, take 'em!" she replied, reaching into her pocket again and pulling out the rest of the jerky, throwing them at him. Wiping the saliva left by his tongue off on the grass, she glared at him.

"Hancock isn't actually on my list of 'cool people' right now. Not since she insulted Bepo." The Pirate Empress might have been famous for her beauty and ruthlessness, but any reverence that might have earned her from Ikkaku was squashed upon hearing how she'd insulted the sweet bear. But as much as the engineer would love to march into the palace and give Hancock a piece of her mind, she knew for the sake of her crew not getting attacked by the Kuja, she had to play nice.

Taking a deep inhale through her nose, she forced herself to once again calm down. Creator Turtle, she was so easily riled up these days. The chaos of everything, from Sabaody to Marineford and now Straw Hat's situation, just had her mind in a near-constant panic. She hadn't even had time to properly mourn the deaths she'd witnessed. There was just too much to fix and take care of to take the time to cry or grieve or anything else, because if she did stop to process that, she feared she'd break down herself, and who would fix her? So Ikkaku had to be like a shark - keep swimming, otherwise she'd drown.

But that unhealthy coping process wasn't right for the young man before her. He needed to stop and rest. Stop and let the emotions wash over him like a tidal wave, then get his head above water again. Because what he was doing now was even worse than what Ikkaku was doing to herself.

“Wha?” Hancock started prickly sure, her contempt and bloodlust not exactly well hidden but … the Amazon’s liked her … he assumes. “Why’d she do that?” Face pinches, offended on the minks behalf unable to imagine him doing something to warrant the treatment. 

Unfortunately Luffy doesn’t have the strength to think of moving out of the way of jabbing finger. Air escapes him like a leaky pipe, high and trembling, pain floods his senses like flash over and he crumbles forward, defeated in a puddle of whimpers and gasp. “T-touching it don’t help.” Dark eyes glossed over with new tears peak up at her, frown pulling the rest of his features down. “Zoro … hurts himself all the time.” Mumbled words a weak deflection because his crew did in fact worry about the swordsman … but maybe not enough given the events before they were separated. “But yer right.” Bandaged palm pushes into his wet eyes, the pain in his chest more than the burns. “Don’t really remember ever being this hurt.” He sniffs, wants to draw his legs up to his chest and curl into a ball but muscles creak weakly against his bones. It’s been days of moving, scrambling, trying … and failing. Days without his crew, barreling into the unknown with one goal and now that it’s out of reach the young captain feels untethered, ready to float away if not for the agony that grounds him with each breath. 

ㅤ     ㅤㅤthis  behavior  does  surprise  him  -  because  he  supposes  he  was  prepared  to  continue  to  be  the  unspoken  pillar  at  luffy's  side,  so  faithful  that  luffy  had  no  reason  to  ever  be  jealous.  and  he  didn't,  of  course  he  didn't,  but  for  the  first  time  it  occurred  to  the  first  mate  that  perhaps  luffy  had  missed  him  just  as  much  -  and  was  tired  of  being  separated.  perhaps  they  needed  to  recenter  themselves...  together.  because  hadn't  it  been  luffy  and  zoro  from  the  beginning?  hadn't  luffy  cut  him  down  from  a  cross,  and  zoro  -  a  non-believer  to  his  core  -  had  started  believing?

ㅤ     ㅤㅤsomething  wrenches  in  his  chest.

ㅤ     ㅤㅤhe  watches  the  pout  formulate  his  captain's  boyish  features  with  fond  amusement,  and  blinks  only  a  little  when  he  scrambles  with  surprising  grace  into  his  lap,  folding  and  tucking  himself  in  such  a  way  that  the  swordsman  couldn't  possibly  deny  it.  frankly  -  he  wouldn't  dream  of  it  either,  not  when  strong  arms  press  against  him,  and  luffy  seeks  the  near  radiator  like  warmth  of  zoro's  body.  the  words  and  gestures  don't  even  startle  him  -  at  least  not  until  a  few  seconds  have  passed,  and  the  heart  in  zoro's  chest  skips  a  beat  or  two  -  before  careful  breathing  has  it  wrested  under  control  again.  his  fingertips  first  bring  the  sake  container  to  his  lips,  a  slow  drain  of  liquid,  before  he  sets  it  aside.  they  then  seek  the  curls  of  luffy's  dark  hair,  calloused  digits  rubbing  soft  circular  motions  in  the  younger  man's  nape,  and  peering  down  at  him  with  a  keen  gaze.

ㅤ     ㅤㅤhe  is  luffy's.  body.  mind.  soul.  (  as  above,  so  below  )  where  luffy  might  find  his  grace  in  the  heavens,  zoro  was  content  to  rot  in  the  fiery  depths  of  hell  for  him,  a  demon  at  the  behest  of  a  god.  he  found  joy  in  that,  in  entrusting  luffy  with  his  dream  -  and  being  entrusted  with  his  in  turn.  perhaps  he  doesn't  realize  it  -  the  depths  of  zoro's  feelings  -  but  that's  okay.  the  events  of  wano  had  been  hard  of  them  all,  luffy  most  of  all.  so  zoro  is  not  above  this...  clutching  his  captain  with  no  small  amount  of  dedication,  shooting  a  gleaming  glare  at  anyone  who  might  drift  too  close.  ㅤ     ㅤㅤ❝ alright,  alright. ❞ㅤ     ㅤㅤ  he  sounds  terribly  fond,  a  softness  reserved  only  for  his  captain  finding  the  rasp  of  his  voice,  ㅤ     ㅤㅤ❝ i'm  yours,  lu.  always  have  been. ❞ㅤ     ㅤㅤ  he  wonders  -  is  luffy  his?  but  he  knows  that's  not  a  fair  question  to  ask,  when  his  captain  so  frequently  chips  away  at  himself  for  the  sake  of  others...  for  entire  nations.  so  zoro  will  settle  on  this,  belonging  to  luffy  even  if  he  never  quite  belongs  to  him  in  turn,  because  any  piece  of  him  is  good  enough.

It's all so childish, unbecoming of a captain, a Yonko, a soon to be king. If Zoro minds his needy leader the affection in his tone doesn't betray it. Did he miss this? Did he miss them fitting together like stones split in two? Zoro would never know how he'd screamed on the archipelago. Pulled at the earth with bleeding fingers and ugly, burning tears when his swordsman vanished with nothing but his pain to assure the rubberman he was real at all. Heartbreak like that; forced to bear witness to nothing where once a desperate nakama reached for him, is why he needs this. Zoro is real. Zoro is strong.

I'm strong.

“ ‘n I can be Zoro's forever ‘n after that.” Luffy tucks his chin in three decisive nods liking the sound of it. Belonging to Zoro, to his crew goes without saying, all of his new power is useless if he can't protect them. An exchange of vows, a promise to continue to protect everything they've built and will build. A king deserves the best after all.

i don't like it when they touch you. / @sillygum

ㅤ    ㅤㅤFOR  THE  OTHER  STRAWHAT'S,  IT  CAN  OFTEN  be  hard  to  tell  if  zoro  is  even  listening  -  difficult  to  perceive  if  the  silent  swordsman  processed  what  was  being  said  to  him  beyond  the  most  crucial  bits.  those  that  know  zoro,  of  course,  are  well  aware  that  the  first  mate  is  in  fact  processing  everything  -  each  word  said  and  the  cadence  it's  said  with,  the  ebb  and  flow  of  the  haki  surrounding  the  speakers.  nami  can  be  harping  about  his  debt  at  him,  and  he  can  hear  every  phrase  (  and  process  the  ridiculous  interest  she'd  imposed  on  hip  )  at  the  same  time  he  can  perceive  chopper  playing  a  little  too  closely  to  the  rails  of  the  ship,  or  the  way  luffy  is  dozing  on  the  figurehead.  his  senses  were,  in  a  word,  often  scattered  every  which  way  at  once,  occasionally  stretched  thin  in  an  effort  to  ensure  each  and  every  one  of  their  crew  fell  under  the  umbrella  of  his  protection.  he  took  his  job  seriously.

ㅤ    ㅤㅤthe  only  time  they  often  pinpricked  and  focused  on  just  one  person,  was  for  luffy.ㅤ    ㅤㅤ  ❝ hm? ❞ㅤ    ㅤㅤ  he  zeroes  in  on  his  captain  with  a  grunt,  laser  focus  a  shine  in  his  stormy  singular  pupil.  the  swordsman  tilts  his  head  in  that  way  of  his,  triplet  earrings  chiming  as  he  does  so.  first  -  he  sweeps  his  gaze  over  luffy,  checking  for  injuries.  second  -  he  tastes  his  haki,  finding  it  normal  and  vast  as  a  churning  sea.  third  -  he  meets  his  captain's  gaze,  and  blinks  -  startled  by  the  depth  of  his  deep  and  dark  stare.  he  was  serious  then.  ㅤ    ㅤㅤ❝ they...?  ah. ❞ㅤ    ㅤㅤ  he  wracks  his  brain,  ostensibly  confused,  before  memory  hits  him.  wano  had  been...  something  of  a  place  of  indulgence  for  zoro,  and  it  wasn't  unsurprising  that  he  was  popular.  there  was  something  to  be  said  for  the  handsome  ronin  and  one  of  the  strawhat  saviors,  now  wielding  enma  at  a  princesses  behest.  in  truth,  the  swordsman  was  used  to  scaring  off  would  be  bedfellows  or  interested  parties,  but  his  usual  grouchy  mien  did  no  such  thing  here.

ㅤ    ㅤㅤtucked  away  in  the  quiet  corner  of  this  gathering,  while  the  alliance  makes  merry  and  he  sees  more  folks  wrapped  in  bandages  than  not,  zoro  offers  his  beloved  captain  a  hashed  smirk.  he  sets  his  sake  down  in  favor  of  reaching  out  -  callouses  dipping  almost  affectionately  over  inner  wrist,  the  flutter  of  luffy's  pulse  and  a  reminder  that  he's  alive.  their  most  recent  battles  have  left  him  a  little  less  reticent  with  affection,  at  least  for  now,  so  for  once  zoro  initiates  the  touch  -  as  light  as  it  is.  ㅤ    ㅤㅤ❝ you  jealous,  captain? ❞ㅤ    ㅤㅤ  it's  teasing,  but  a  genuine  question.  usually  -  zoro  is  not  the  receiver  of  that  emotion.  it  belongs  to  people  who  have  been  taken  or  left...  nami,  robin,  sanji.  zoro  has  only  ever  been  by  luffy's  side,  not  a  single  question  about  it,  and  any  tryst  he  had  island  side  was  so  covert  it  was  impressive.  but  this  time?  something  interesting  rumbles  in  his  chest  at  the  notion,  and  in  response  he  wraps  his  fingers  about  his  captain's  wrist,  and  squeezes  gently.  at  his  side  -  his  swords  practically  sing,  enma  opening  a  proverbial  eye  with  the  closeness  of  the  wealth  of  luffy's  haki.

Touch soothes the budding tension in his bones, skin prickling with gooseflesh as his swordsman grounds him a question. “Yeah … and?” Is that so wrong? After two years apart, two weeks felt just as long if not longer after they easily fell back into step. The stakes in Wano were high, twenty years of hurt, death, and revenge palpable on the tail end of Whole Cake Island's many terrible twists and turns. There hadn’t been time to just be, to soak in the constant pillar that is Zoro, always there, always strong and steadfast. Now that Kaido is gone there are others, familiar with his swordsman, grabbing at him, vying for his attention and while yes Zoro deserves it the urge to mark his territory finally drove him to act.  “But do they know that?” Head jerks over his shoulder to vaguely gesture where the  party continues unabated.

Zoro gently banishes him, jealousy rightfully pacified. The hand he had captured moving on its own when he retreats, the rubberman not satisfied just yet. “Mmm, don’t wanna.” Hand pulls him forward where he sat propped up on all fours, crosses Zoro lap and curls back inward with a satisfied plop before shucking off his sandals, drawing his knees to his chest and under his loose yakuta. While he’s bigger (Silvers’ training putting on forty pounds of muscle) Zoro is still bigger and they slot together like they were made for each other, captain balled in the man’s lap like a cat with its chosen person. 

“Zoro’s mine.” It goes without saying every inch of the man belongs to him, an easy confidence in the declaration obviously not meant for the both of them but the world at large. “Gonna nap on my swordsman then get back t’ the party.” Cheek presses into the solid bandaged field of the other’s chest, pushing past it with clear intent to scent mark the area, arms even slipping into the deep cut of his navy yakuta to further the skinship. 

ㅤㅤㅤLUFFY'S  GOOD  NATURE  HAS  BEEN  A  VISION  in  the  bleak  forecast  of  law's  existence  -  a  wide  smile  so  similar  to  corazon's,  to  his  jolly  roger,  enough  to  palpitate  his  own  heart  and  cause  him  to  shift  in  his  seat  -  just  a  little  uncomfortable.  he  hates  being  transparent,  hates  being  read  like  an  open  book  and  he  wonders  if  luffy  can  see  beneath  his  flesh,  to  the  rotted  thing  in  his  ribcage  that  thrums  with  interest.  lub-dub,  lub-dub,  lub-dub...  it  skips  a  beat,  oxygenation  struggling  a  moment,  and  law  finds  himself  inhaling  sharply  -  wrestling  with  the  vestiges  of  a  deep  breath  so  he  might  not  look  like  a  complete  and  utter  idiot.  for  a  good  measure  -  he  sips  the  glass  of  vodka  in  hand,  pulled  from  the  polar  tang's  own  reserves  -  and  brought  aboard  the  sunny  for  a  good  time,  but  not  a  long  time  if  roronoa-ya  managed  to  appear.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ i  do  not  like  cute  things- ❞  ㅤㅤㅤit  was  a  blatant  lie  of  course.  law,  did  in  fact,  love  cute  things.  soft  fuzzy  animals  chief  among  them.  luffy  too,  was  cute,  but  in  an  entirely  different  way  that  he  need  not  elaborate  on.  everything  the  strawhat  says  is  accurate,  down  to  his  core,  digging  a  small  knife  deeper  and  flaying  him  open  until  reaching  the  most  vulnerable  bits  of  him.  the  last  statement  has  law  clearing  his  throat,  another  sip  to  muffle  the  sudden  dryness  there  -  before  luffy  continues.  alone,  it's  hard  not  to  listen  to  him  -  interested  in  the  way  he  tells  this  small  story,  this  tidbit  of  his  trademark  features.  for  some  reason,  he  is  distinctly  unsurprised.  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ so  even  as  a  child  you  were  absurdly  reckless  and  trying  to  prove  a  point?  typical. ❞  ㅤㅤㅤbut  the  words  lack  any  sort  of  vitriol  -  and  are  even  somewhat  light  as  golden  eyes  fall  upon  the  x  that  crosses  luffy's  toned  chest.

ㅤㅤㅤhe  remembers  luffy  on  his  operating  table  -  burned  open  and  barely  alive.  law  had  done  a  number  of  difficult  operations  in  the  past  -  but  that  had  been  one  of  the  most  difficult.  his  father  had  once  said  that  half  a  patient's  chance  at  survival  depended  on  their  will  to  live,  and  for  monkey  d.  luffy...  it  had  seemed  touch  and  go.  it  was  long,  it  was  arduous,  and  by  the  time  he'd  finished  with  both  luffy  and  jinbei,  the  floor  had  been  so  steeped  in  blood  that  the  crew  had  to  mop  for  hours  to  clean  it.  law  had  only  stuck  around  for  the  strawhat's  healing  as  long  as  he  had  to  -  unwilling  to  watch  him  suffer  through  his  grief,  when  he  knew  exactly  how  it  felt.  firefist  ace  and  corazon  had  given  them  both  a  great  gift,  and  through  luffy  -  law  felt  he  was  no  longer  squandering  it.

“Well!” Quick to bark in his own defense— “Shanks shoulda let me join!” Momo didn't have a completely terrible time aboard the Sunny. If his much smaller crew kept the boy safe, Luffy would have been fine on the Red Force. Part of him is grateful looking back on it, while he can't dwell on what could have been. It's easy to revisit the numerous memories of hot summer nights, the deafening chorus of insects broken my laughter and childish squabbling. 

Dark eyes slide from gold and back; the color dusting high checkbooks is unmistakable, figures Law isn't a drinker and can't hold his liquor. After all, why would the surgeon be blushing over the truth? “Hmm? Why not?” Luffy tilts his head, bouncy dark curls falling across his eyes. His cook has said something similar in a more intimate setting. Sanji deserves nice things just as much as Law. Praising his skill is easy, lips and tongue ready to weave compliment after compliment, all Law need do is accept them.