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“What an auspicious night to be without your crew,” the rumble of the lightly accented voice broke through the music from the chamber orchestra. His hand settled upon her waist as he drew behind her, lips curving into a semblance of a smirk as he felt her startle. “Tell me, does the Tang lurk within the waters outside? Or did you truly come here alone, girl?” Mihawk asked; he could smell the blood within her veins, could damn near hear the way her heart beat against her ribs. 

As always, massive thanks to @namaeekaki for bringing my vision to life and creating such incredible art for my girl. Based on a thread I have with @naviculariis, this time Ikkaku unwittingly gets invited to a vampire ball and it's up to damphir Mihawk to keep her from getting herself killed.

I'm seriously screaming in delight over this incredible art; especially the menacing smile you gave Mihawk and the oppressive, anxious atmosphere caused by the shadowy crowd!!! It's just so incredible and has me dancing with joy!!!!

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Of Bodice Rippers and Delightful Discoveries

(Ikkaku visits an old, used bookstore while in port, hoping to hunt down some classic bodice rippers to entertain herself with on the next voyage. What she finds is a new subgenre, complete with some unexpected - and likely unsuspecting - stars.)

The scent of the used bookstore was so different from the Polar Tang. Instead of steel and salt, Ikkaku breathed in the earthy, musty smell of paper and ink. She may have been an engineer, thriving among gears and pistons, but she had found a love of more organic materials like books.

In particular, hunting down unique bodice rippers.

“Looking for something in particular, dearie?” the proprietress asked, giving her a curious smile. She didn’t seem to mind that her new customer wore a pirate’s jolly roger on her boiler suit – business was business, and all who loved books were welcome.

“Got any classic bodice rippers?” Ikkaku asked, looking around. “I’m due for a long voyage.”

“Ahhh need something to entertain on lonely nights?” she replied knowingly. “Those happen to be my favorite. The back shelves are dedicated to those. Got a lot of newer publications, but there’s just nothing like the classics.”

Ikkaku nodded enthusiastically in agreement before heading off to peruse the back shelves. She’d read everything in her expansive collection at least twice, and she was in need of something new. Something to titillate her, but also torment her nakama when they dared to tease her. Books starring Fishmen and Zoan lovers had done the job for a while, but the boys were starting to become immune. That was a sure sign it was time to switch it up.

Pulling out books at random, she shook her head in disappointment. Many of the newer books just didn’t have the lovingly painted, elaborate covers that older, classic bodice rippers had. For all people said not to judge a book by its cover, in her mind, that was half the appeal. Getting to read a book with a hunky man in an open shirt embracing a beautiful woman often got her hilariously mortified or judgmental books. Occasionally she found books that starred two women, but those beautiful covers tended to be more understated and romantic, which sadly didn’t get quite the same reaction from her friends.

She had nearly given up, ready to throw in the towel and accept she’d just have to go through her library for a third time, when she struck gold. An old paperback novel peeked out from the stacks, and she could tell right away that the cover was that classic style she so loved. Tugging it out almost reverently, her gaze greedily ate up the image.

The woman was a beautiful, buxom nun, dressed in the classic black gown and habit, clutching a cross as she attempted to resist the charms of the man embracing her. Though, by the look on her face, she was failing spectacularly, eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure. The man on the cover was what really drew the eye, however. The artist clearly put a little extra effort into him, like he was the main draw of the book. He towered over the woman in his arms, biceps bulging as they wrapped around her petite waist, his purple shirt open to show off a tantalizing glimpse of his hard pecs. His jaw and chin were chiseled and his cheekbones could have cut glass. Long hair as black as engine oil and smoke were pulled back in a sleek ponytail that dangled over his shoulder. His lips were curved in a devilish smirk, a long cigarette dangling tantalizingly between them.

The First Mate's Dangerous Temptation the elegant cursive of the title read. The tagline was just as cheesy; She devoted herself to God, but then a devilish pirate sailed into her life.

“Ok, you’re showing some promise,” Ikkaku chuckled, cracking open the book and flipping through the pages in hopes of finding a decent sex scene. Hopefully it lived up to the cover’s hype. Quickly, she found some smut, and eagerly she began to read.

“God really blessed you in the chest department, doll,” the pirate purred, his pectorals glistening with sweat as he pulled his pretty captive against him. The smell of the sea and tobacco paired beautifully with his masculine musk, and Chastity tried not to be taken in by way his deep voice rumbled like an earthquake, shaking her resolve. He was sin incarnate, and she mustn’t give in to the Devil’s servant.

“I’m blessed by His love every day. Perhaps you’d be similarly blessed if you ceased your sinful ways,” Chastity replied primly.

“I wouldn’t be much of a pirate if I were virtuous. Anyway, sin’s more fun. More pleasurable.” Benn gave a low chuckle before taking a long drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling, releasing it like a dragon. It suited him, considering the virgin damsel he held in his clutches. “And I haven’t had any complaints about my chest. I’ve seen you stare plenty.”

She gasped, outraged, though liquid hellfire shot down to the secret place between her thighs. A blush bloomed across her cheeks, and Chastity’s scolding reply died on her lips as the burly first mate released her, only to drop to his knees before her. The cigarette smoldered on the ground beside them, the thin trail of smoke even headier than the church’s incense. She attempted to step back, but a big hand wrapped around her hip, keeping her in place as he hoisted up her skirts, exposing her knickers and pale thighs. “What are you doing? This is improper!”

He chuckled again before he began peppering kisses along the smooth, untouched skin. Tongue and teeth joined his sensual lips, licking, sucking, and biting the tender flesh without a shred of shame or remorse. “Showing you what a man should really be doing on his knees,” he growled, a panther that had concerned his delicious prey and was planning to take its time devouring it. “God can’t make you scream like I can.”

Gasping again, the nun buried her fingers in his jet-black hair as his mouth delved into the apex of her thighs. Her knickers had already been growing wet just from being in his presence, but now they were soaked in anticipation and the saliva from his tongue. It stoked tantalizingly against her pearl, and Chastity felt her knees wobble almost as unsteadily as her resolve to remain pure.

“Ah! Beckman!”

“Wait,” Ikkaku gasped, staring at the name, then flipping back to the front cover. The man on the front was at least a decade younger than the wanted poster she’d seen, but if she replaced the black ponytail with a silver one, added a few years and scars to that chiseled face, and a purple cape…

“Holy shit. What’s Benn Beckman doing on a romance novel cover?!”

This was utterly insane. Of course the first mate of the Red Hair Pirates was hot, both in his youth and now. He was known as a playboy, too, with admirers and lovers across the Grand Line. But the star of a bodice ripper? It wasn’t even trying to hide his identity!

Flipping the paperback over, Ikkaku scanned the back cover, looking for clues. The publication date was fifteen years ago, and it was apparently part of a series. An extensive one, from the look of things.

Pirate romance novels. Ikkaku shouldn’t have been surprised they existed. Outlaws like them weren’t exactly protected by copyright laws or could make cases against libel. And people did so love their forbidden fruit, but not everyone had the guts to actually proposition a pirate. So no wonder someone decided to make a buck off of the fantasy. The real question was, did Benn Beckman know?

Curiosity piqued, Ikkaku glanced along the shelves and quickly found another book by the same author. Once again the cover was lovingly and beautifully painted. The woman was once again beautiful, though this time her generous cleavage was on full display thanks to a low-cut blouse and cinched corset. She was being embraced by yet another muscular man. He was shirtless and his trousers hung loose, threatening to slip down his hips to expose himself. The cocky smirk and come hither expression made it clear he had nothing but impure intentions with the woman he was holding. One arm was beneath her thighs and backside, hoisting her up into the air, while the other held the ropes dangling from the sails of his ship. For a moment, the two arms threw her off, but it was soon clear by the blood red hair and three familiar scars over his left eye that this was, indeed, Red Haired Shanks.

The title was once again in fancy cursive but this time didn’t bother to hide the star’s identity. Ravished by the Red Haired Captain – She yearned for adventure on the high seas. What she got was unfathomable pleasure in the captain’s quarters.

“Damn,” Ikkaku muttered, once again seeking out a sex scene. She absolutely needed to know what the deal was with these books. “This must’ve been early in his career, but he was already building a fanbase. And probably didn’t get a single berri in royalties. Poor bastard.”

Cassandra gasped as she was bent over the bar counter, heaving chest pressed across the cool, polished wood decadently. Shanks’ left had splayed across her back, keeping her in place as he pressed his throbbing member against her pert bottom.

“That’s a good lass,” he murmured, rolling his hips so she could get the full understanding of just what her lovely curves did to him. He may have been a mighty pirate captain, but he was only a man, after all. And there was only so much a man like him could take. “You’ve been temptin’ me all day, serving drinks while shaking that ass and fluttering your lashes at all the customers. But now you’re gonna get a reminder that you’re my pretty wench.”

“I wasn’t—Ah!—tying to tempt you,” she insisted, though the mewl of pleasure at the feeling of his thick mast prodding at her most secret cavern through her skirts made that difficult to believe. The truth was, she hadn’t consciously been trying to tease him, but it was hard not to sway her hips a little more when she felt his eyes on them. Nor could she avoid lowering her neckline a bit more to relieve herself of some of the heat his presence sparked inside her.

Another gasp escaped Cassandra’s plump lips as she felt Shanks pull up her skirts to expose her wet and waiting netherlips, the cool air kissing them gently. “No knickers? Now you can’t tell me you didn’t plan this.”

“I just forgot to put them on this morning—”

Her excuse was interrupted by a firm smack to her buttock, the sting a delicious pain even as the tavern maid yelped in surprise and outrage.

“You’re lying to me. If you really want to come aboard my ship and sail with me, you’re going to have to learn to be honest with your captain,” Shanks growled sensually, trailing his fingers across the bright red welt his big, rough hand left behind. “Now let’s try again. Why aren’t you wearing knickers, Miss Cassandra?”

He squeezed the soft meat of her shapely rear end, fingers dancing dangerously close to her oh-so-wet entrance, and Cassandra knew she was done for. How could she resist the sexual magnetism of such a charming pirate?

“Because I wanted you to be able to fuck me whenever you pleased, Captain Shanks!” she cried, and was swiftly rewarded by the feeling of his thick rod plunging into her without hesitation.

“Wooooow,” Ikkaku mumbled to herself, snickering slightly at the writing, though she could admit that the scene was still fairly hot due to Red-Haired Shanks being the star. “Gods, I wonder if he knows this exists. What would he think of this? Would he and Beckman compare books?”

Another thought came to her, and once more she began looking through the books. Who else has been featured in these?

She got her answer, a surprised and delighted laugh bubbling up in her throat upon finding the next book in the series. This time, the heroine was clearly a Marine, her white uniform tastefully disheveled from a struggle as she was pinned against the wall by her opponent’s hips, though the way her long leg was wrapped around the man’s waist, it was clear this was a fight that was meant to shift into something more pleasurable. Of course, the man in question was unmistakable, even without his trademark long coat. After all, his pointed sideburns and goatee, along with those golden, piercing eyes, were nearly as iconic as the wide brimmed feathered hat on his head. Yoru was strapped to his shirtless back with a leather harness that was probably rather impractical, even if it did accent his back muscles nicely. But what was most striking was the sensual grin on his lips, curled in both arousal and amusement.

Prey of the Hawk-Eyed Hunter – Her mission was to apprehend him, but he takes her heart prisoner instead.

“He’s smiling? Well now I know this is a fantasy,” Ikkaku quipped, recalling the few times she’d seen him at the Warlord meetings. The man was grim and antisocial at best, and the few times she’d heard him speak, his comments had been bored and biting. Honestly, Ikkaku felt those made the otherwise irritating and dull meetings more entertaining.

For the third time Ikkaku cracked open a bodice ripper, eyes glittering with mischievous delight as she greedily took in the pages.

“You keep trying to fly away from me, little dove,” a deep, accented voice purred from the doorway. Calliope froze, the incriminatingly wide-open window to her bedroom making it undeniable that she had once again attempted to escape his fortress hideaway. “And dressed so indecently, too. Didn’t your superiors teach you about proper dress protocol?”

The Marine captain spun around, defiant even as she trembled a bit under his stare. Heavens above, those yellow eyes were always so intense. It didn’t matter if he was talking to her, fighting her, or staring at her in silence, they made him appear like he wished to devour her.

Calliope’s tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, and that gaze flicked down to watch the movement. Heat shot between her legs while her nipples hardened against the thin blouse that was her only barrier between her skin and the cold air.

Golden eyes swept down her shapely figure, down to her chest, her slim torso, her bare thighs, her long legs, and then traveled back up again to meet her gaze, lingering on the comely flush that colored her cheeks. A devious smirk curled his lips as he stalked towards her. “Perhaps I should chain you to the bed, as your cage is proving insufficient.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Calliope insisted, attempting to strike him, to make an attack against the infamous Marine Hunter she had been tasked with arresting, but he deftly caught her wrist with speed only an expert swordsman could manage. He snatched her other wrist before it could even think to lash out before flinging them both onto the bed, pinning the smaller woman’s hips beneath his muscular thighs. He adjusted his grip to lock both of her narrow wrists in one palm, freeing up his right hand while keeping her trapped beneath him, helpless.

“You are my prisoner. My prize. I’ll do as I please with you.” As if to prove his point, he trailed his long, calloused fingers down the soft, delicate skin of her throat, down her collarbone, over her thundering heart, before cupping a full breast. Calliope released a shuddering breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding at his bold touch. Why did this murderer’s touch inspire such feelings of desire in her?

She attempted to buck him off of her, but he wouldn’t budge. In fact, he let out a husky moan in response. Surprised, she looked down between their bodies to find the telltale bulge of his manhood straining against his leather trousers. “Is…is that a sword in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she quipped, attempting to hide her mortification and, worse, arousal.

Alas, Mihawk could detect her desire like a shark smells blood in the water and was not fooled. Instead, he laughed before capturing her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. Calliope attempted to struggle, to resist, but his sensual tongue and teasing teeth coaxed her lips to part for him. His tongue delved between them, conquering her hot, moist cavern, giving no quarter and showing no mercy, leaving her gasping and flushed when he finally pulled away so she could breathe.

“Oh, I’ll be very happy to see you writhing and moaning beneath me as I make you a sheath for my most powerful sword,” he purred, nipping at her throat as he rolled his hips against her, swollen member growing harder at the friction the motion caused.

“Tonight, I’m claiming you completely, my dove. No more escape attempts – I doubt you’ll be able to walk after I’m through with you. And even then, I might just keep you impaled on my cock for good measure.”

“Ha! I don’t remember Mihawk being even half that talkative at Warlord meetings,” Ikkaku snickered, though there was a faint dusting of a blush on her cheeks.

Damn it. These books were over-the-top and flowery, but they were raunchy enough that she could completely understand the appeal and wanted to read more. Besides, weren’t over-the-top, ridiculous bodice rippers what she came in here for in the first place? Her fellow Hearts would be utterly mortified if she started reading aloud sex scenes starring a Yonko, his first mate, or the World’s Greatest Swordsman.

Plus, she needed to prove these existed. There was no way any of the guys would believe her on just her word. It was too crazy! So it was important that she buy all three books so she could prove they existed. And what if she ever ran into the stars themselves? Didn’t they deserve to know they had starred in fictional sexual encounters and weren’t paid a dime for it? Informing them was the moral thing to do in that case. She may have been a pirate, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a good deed.

Yes. That was totally why she was buying them and not because, despite herself, they were rather titillating. She would simply be reading them for blackmail and tormenting purposes. Not because any of the three men were quite the hotties in their prime.

Or in present day, but she certainly wouldn’t admit that aloud.

“Find what you were looking for, young lady?” the shopkeeper asked as she rang up Ikkaku’s purchase. She smiled down at the books, clearly pleased with her choice. “Like I said, nothing beats the classics.”

“You’re not wrong,” Ikkaku chuckled, giving her a curious smile. “These, ah, seem to be part of a series. You don’t happen to know if there are any starring women? Like, a female protagonist and a sexy lady pirate as the lovers?” She tried not to get her hopes up, but today had been full of surprises. Perhaps her bisexual prayers would be answered.

The shopkeeper gave a knowing smile. “Come back tomorrow. I know for a fact that I have a copy of  Seduced by the Ice Witch somewhere around here. Whitey Bay does quite a good job making the heroine swoon and tremble. Not that I can blame her in the least.”

The engineer’s smile could have illuminated the darkest ocean as she nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll take it, along with any others you might dig up!” she exclaimed as she handed over her berri, already eager to start her newest book series and method of messing with her dear nakama.

Though, she had already decided that Seduced by the Ice Witch would be kept to herself.

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Ikkaku, looking between Mihawk and Law: Statement hat, big sword, exposed chest, grumpy attitude, introvert that attracts clingy extroverts, goatee, sideburns...

Everyone else, but especially Law: Ikkaku, no!

Ikkaku, pouting: But if not friend, why friend-shaped?!

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@kaizokugaris you mentioned Zoro dressed more like Mihawk as part of his long-term plan to become the best? Ikkaku is more than happy to support her boyfriend and help in the wardrobe department. She got him leather pants, a long coat (no sleeves though. Zoro needs to show off those arms more damn it!) and new boots. Perfectly Mihawk-chic. Isn't she the best girlfriend who totally didn't use it as an excuse to go shopping and dress up her sexy swordsman boyfriend?

(thank you @waxgentleman for making this silly little thing for me. you are seriously such a gem lol)

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Vampire Ball starter for @naviculariis

Ikkaku’s brow furrowed as she looked in the mirror. Not at the dress – the red and black satin gown looked gorgeous, especially with the corset bodice emphasizing her curves and lifting her bosom nicely. It made her inner princess swoon a bit, especially with the elaborate ruby choker she’d been gifted to go with it.

But even with all the glitz and glamor, she knew something was off about all of this. For one, she didn’t get invited to fancy parties, nor presented beautiful gowns by an anonymous benefactor. For two, the host, a man who had introduced himself as Maquis Aamon, claimed to have been an old friend of her grandfather. Tomasu Buranku had been a smuggler from the Golden Age of Piracy, but few remembered him or his alias, “Ghostlight.” Even fewer knew or cared that Ikkaku was his granddaughter.

Naturally, the Heart Pirates’ engineer was both suspicious and curious. Gramps did have some strange friends from his career, from a giant sea turtle to Whitebeard himself. So, it wasn’t completely unbelievable that the Marquis knew him. If he was a friend, then Ikkaku had nothing to fear, and she relished the rare chance to hear about Gramps’ heyday.

And if he was an enemy, Ikkaku would gladly take the bastard down herself to ensure no one could threaten the Light Keeper’s well-earned retirement.

“Miss? The party has started,” said a pale maid, peeking into the room. “The Marquis hopes the dress and jewelry are to your liking?”

“Yeah, it’s great!” Ikkaku replied, putting the finishing touches on her red lipstick to hide the way she subtly pocketed the gold earrings she’d been gifted. They were lovely, but she felt much more comfortable wearing her grandmother’s silver earrings instead. Silver was a protective metal on Joras, and if this guy was someone dangerous, she’d rather have every advantage possible. She didn’t have her captain or crew backing her up this time, after all. She doubted the mismatched jewelry would even be noticed since her thick curls covered her ears and draped across her shoulders.

Following the maid out to the grand hall, dark eyes widened in awe at the splendor she was suddenly surrounded by. Handsome men in fine suits mingled and waltzed with beautiful ladies in gorgeous gowns. Crystal chandeliers and golden candelabras illuminated the massive room in a way that gave everything an ethereal glow. Servants wove throughout the crowd with gold trays with crystal goblets full of red wine. The music from the chamber orchestra serenaded the guests, and Ikkaku found herself swaying unconsciously to the tempo.

It was a marvelous display, but the glances she received from a few of the closer partygoers made her shiver. Whether it was her gut warning her of danger or simply telling her she was being judged by people who knew she wasn't the type to attend fancy balls, she wasn’t sure yet. At least when she turned to meet their gazes, she received polite smiles rather than mocking laughter or glares.

Ok, Ikkaku thought to herself as she offered a nervous grin in return, cautiously making her way through the crowd, enemy territory or not, I'm out of my depth. I just hope I won't stand out too much in this crowd. The drinks had better be good, too.

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💛 The vampire ball brainrot is so strong that I legit had a dream last night about vampire Mihawk deciding that Zoro's not getting strong enough to defeat him fast enough and he's getting impatient. So he wrecked the little cottage he and Ikkaku built together and kidnapped her as motivation for Zoro to defeat him, and he actually ends up biting Ikkaku in front of him to make it clear he's serious.

This stupid dream has been burned into my mind since I woke up and will not leave me alone! I don't know what's up with my brain lately but I just need to scream at someone about this.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

TWO SWORDS!!!!!

LOOK AT WHAT’S IN HER HANDS!!! A SWORD!!

NO!! NOT ONE SWORD! TWO!!!!! 

MY GIRL IS DOING THE TWO-SWORD STYLE HERE!!!!

Ok, so headcanon - Law and Shachi are the ones who initially taught her how to use the sword as a basic weapon because every pirate should know the basics. Per chatting with @goshiikkuburcdo​, Mihawk gave her some additional lessons during the time Law was a warlord because her stubbornness amused him. But she still rarely went with swords as her main weapon

Then Zou happened, and half the Straw Hats ended up traveling with the Hearts to Wano. And along the way Ikkaku, desperate to become stronger for Law so he’d trust her and the crew to help him in future battles, asks Zoro to train her.

And that’s how she learns two-sword style.

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"On one hand, I totally believe that Mihawk doesn't have any biological kids because unlike most men at sea, he's capable of keeping it in his pants. Plus, it is pretty hard to imagine him with a baby."

A mischievous smirk crossed her face. "But it's not impossible. Guess we'll know for sure if the baby starts swinging a sword around and being an introverted, goth misanthrope."

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@goshiikkuburcdo asked: 📱 Send 📱 to see how my muse has yours in their phone!

Mihawk

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@waxgentleman asked: " Don't get me started, Milady Ikkaku.. Oh! Don't get me started, ga ne. Per example.." Mr 3 refilled her glass of wine, before skipping through pages on the fan book. He cleaned his throat before speaking a monotone tone and a straight face. " I do not think Mr Mihawk would say; I will destroy this cunt like I slashed an iceberg in the war. In a single blow. " He lowers the book, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. " I'm not one to criticize others expression of art but that's just distasteful, ga ne. AAAAt least with Crocodile they had the authenticity to use things he would say; given the situation of courseee. " He swirls his own glass of wine before closing the book. " You can really feeeel they put their hearts in the way they describe the arguing between him and Doflamingo, before the ball gag comes in the scene." Unprompted (Always Accepting)

She had to say, Ikkaku had been surprised to find that Mr. 3 was more than passing familiar with the genre of bodice rippers she'd recently gotten into. She'd figured he'd be mortified to find his boss as the star of such a provocative book. Much less several. And yet here they were, playing book club, critiquing both the book she'd found and the latest one publication to hit the shelves. Not that she was complaining. Mr. 3's critiques were hilariously biting and she was absolutely loving it.

Ikkaku nearly choked on her wine when the butler read aloud that particularly cringe-worthy line of dialogue. Holy shit, that was bad. When her lungs were finally clear of wine, she cackled in delight. "Oh man, that's even worse than 'The pen may be mightier than the sword, but my penis is mightier than both'."

Really, not all of the books were bad. Some had some pretty decent dialogue and sex scenes. But oh, there were some utterly mortifying ones that were just ripe for mockery. Especially when they mischaracterized the World's Greatest Swordsman. She liked to think the guy would have better lines than that in an actual sexual situation. If he didn't, she hoped for his partner's sake he just didn't talk at all.

Taking another sip of wine, she nodded in approval that at least Crocodile's books had a little effort put into them. Good dialogue was honestly more titillating than even the most descriptive sex scenes when the writer got the chemistry right.

"Sooooo which one of them ends up gagged?" she asked, morbidly curious. "Because I'm hoping it's Doflamingo." Ikkaku could absolutely respect Mr. 3's distrust for the man, but if she had to choose between him and Doflamingo, she'd pick the sand Wani over the flamingo every time.

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Sent by @goshiikkuburcdo

Scary Dog Application (Always Accepting)

Ikkaku peered at the application Mihawk had given her, a small grin gracing her lips. Really, half of these qualifications had nothing to do with his status as a Scary Dog, but she wasn't complaining about them either. She'd take the perks of his castle and wine cellar as a bonus to his protective services.

"I'm surprised you didn't list 'great fashion sense' and 'fancy hat' on here," she teased but happily gave the paper her stamp of approval. "Does your butler come with you? Because the clown had better not."

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Sent by @naviculariis:

Scary Dog Application (Always Accepting)

"Hey! I didn't wander anywhere! I was invited! Not my fault I didn't think vampires actually existed outside of penny dreadfuls and niche erotica," Ikkaku grumbled, glancing up to glare at Mihawk.

She looked back down at the application, peering at the little note below his main qualifications, and despite herself, a peal of laughter bubbled up from her throat. "Well, I can certainly say you've got nicer handwriting than Shanks. As for reliability, you'll have to put your money where your mouth is. So, your application is accepted. And you're now my official Scary Dog go-to when it comes to fancy parties and shit, since I know you look good in a suit and can cut a rug. So I guess you'll be busy keeping me out of trouble at the next monster mash," she stated, a smug grin on her lips and mischief in her eyes.

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Masquerade Starter for @goshiikkuburcdo

Most women wouldn't be bold enough to walk up to the World's Greatest Swordsman, drink in hand and an exasperated look on her face. But then again, Ikkaku wasn't a normal woman. Or at least, her relationship with Mihawk wasn't that of most women. An odd companionship that had started during Law's shichibukai days had grown familiar and almost familial, with the engineer earning far more tolerance and even some affection than most others could even dream.

"I know you're not the party type, but are you really planning on standing in the corner all night, glaring at everyone? Isn't this supposed to be your party?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Mihawk. Though, it was mostly in jest. If she had to guess, this whole shindig wasn't Mihawk's idea, even if it was being hosted in his castle by the organization he was surely leading, because there was no way the likes of Buggy the Clown was actually calling the shots, right?

Shaking her head, she knocked back the rest of her drink. The clown was actually part of why she came over in the first place. "And let me guess; you're going to glare at everyone who asks you to dance, right?" Ikkaku continued, rolling her eyes. "I hate to tell you this, but your clever plan isn't working the way you're hoping. Mostly because your 'boss' is making claims that you can't dance. And for reasons I'm still not convinced aren't eldritch powers, people seem to believe the words that come out of his mouth."

An idea popped into the engineer's head, and a smirk pulled at her lips as she held out her hand. "I think you should prove him wrong, and wouldn't you know it? My dance card has an opening." Ikkaku's voice dropped low to ensure only Mihawk would hear. "You'd be doing me a solid, too; Hawkins is here, and you're one of maybe five men he won't try to kill for being near me. And the only one of those five that I actually like. So, may I have this dance? Please?"

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“I’ve got plenty of good role models! I just didn’t realize when I agreed to some swordsmanship lessons I’d be signing adoption papers. You do this often, Mihawk?”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@aamaranthiine asked: How many shots would it take for Mihawk, hmm? (3some maybe? o3o LOL) Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response! (Always Accepting!)

"For Mihawk?" This one had her thinking. "Well, he does have that hot vampire aesthetic going, so he could easily pass for a character from one of my smutty novels. Alright, three shots, and that's mostly so I have an excuse to fall back on if it turns out I'm not his type." A threesome she'd probably need at least four or five lol.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

"Awwww but Mihawk! You could use them as training dummies! Get yourself a Doflamingo sculpture, a Buggy sculpture, maybe a few other people that piss you off..."