Ask Luffy And Law!

Ask box: open! Relationship: Closed. We’ll write you back and maybe send a photo every once in a while. ❤️

[ask-lawlu]

Sorry for the delay in answering mail, Mugiwara-ya misunderstood how egg hunts go—

[ask-lawlu]

Do you have a favourite thing to do with each other? Like, sit in the library together and watch the fish for example? Is your favourite thing to do with the other different from theirs to do with you?

“Favorite thing to do together?” Law asks, and hums for a moment in thought, “I like when Mugiwara-ya talks of others and his adventures as I study. He talks with his hands and hits the books sometimes, but otherwise it’s calm. I don’t know if his favorite is the same.”

Luffy wraps his arms around Law’s neck, nuzzling his face back and forth. It draws a ticklish gasp from Law, before a soft snort follows. It’s unwilling, but Law’s lips tweak up trying to hold back a full laugh.

“That. That’s my favorite thing to do with Torao. Hearing him laugh, even a little,” Luffy says softly, and Law swallows audibly, “He doesn’t do it a lot, but maybe that’s why it’s my favorite.”

[ask-lawlu]

Will you two miss each other when the alliance is over and kaido is defeated? :)

“That’s an odd question,” Law says, brows furrowing, “Just because Kaido is defeated doesn’t exactly buy me a ticket out of this... alliance. Mugiwara-ya and I are a little more intertwined than we were when we agreed initially.”

Law holds his hand out softly and Luffy takes it with a nod.

“When I was fighting Big Mom away from you, it was ok,” Luffy explains with a smile, “If we had to be apart again that would be ok too.”

Law squeezes his hand once, rubber bending beneath his hold and nods back. It will be odd to be apart from each other, but not the end of the world. They have to see that together.

“I do have to admit it would be nice to have some quiet for a while,” Law smirks, pulling Luffy’s hand up to place a kiss on it, “but I would miss the noise.”

[ask-lawlu]

How do each of your crews feel about your little uhh. "alliance" ?

“Well,” Law sighs, “Bepo adores him, Penguin has nailed down his favorite snacks, and Shachi has stopped giving shovel talks. Like he could do anything. But, I’d say most of them are on board.”

Luffy tilts his head, eyebrows lifting in question and Law waves his hand around over his shoulder. He continues to try to mime it out, whatever it is, but to no avail does Luffy understand.

“Ikkaku isn’t thrilled, neither is Uni. Clione just started staying in the room if Mugiwara-ya is there.” Law crosses arms, eyes flitting over his shoulder to the Tang. “They just want to make sure I’m fine, I’m sure. Ikkaku, especially.”

“She’s like Nami, huh?” Luffy asks peering over his shoulder, and Law nods. “Though my nakama only gave you trouble a little... I think.”

Law’s mind flashes back to the day that felt like weeks on Punk Hazard. It almost feels unreal now, but it definitely happened. Along with the warnings he got from no less than three of Luffy’s crew warning him just what he was getting himself into.

They weren’t wrong.

“A little trouble is an understatement. And yes—she’s always been like Shachi in that she assumed my older sibling role. It’s a bit annoying now, especially since they’re both only a year older than I am,” Law sighs, but a smile tweaks on the corner of his lips, “They’ll fall for you soon enough, just like everyone else you seem to drag along.”

Luffy smiles, humming happily, but blinks as he processes the end. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

[ask-lawlu]

so how did you guys get together? :)

“Ohh, this is a good one,” Luffy croons, holding the paper above his head, “Do you want to tell it or me?”

Law squints, reading the question before sighing, “I have a feeling if you tell it, you’ll be an unreliable narrator.”

“No I won’t,” Luffy quips, and Law rubs his temple before waving a hand for him to continue, “Basically, Torao realized how awesome I was in Dressrosa and couldn’t help but kiss me.”

“That is not how that happened, Mugiwara-ya,” Law huffs, earning a snicker from Luffy.

A strained groan comes from Law’s lips, unsure of how just to phrase it, and Luffy quickly wraps his arms around his waist. With his chin against his chest and eyes wide in excitement, the words seem to form. Just barely.

“So,” Law starts, running a gentle hand through Luffy’s hair, “you’re right that it was after we left Dressrosa. You’re also right that I kissed you first. What you left out was that we were up alone, both awake from pain of injury, and that we talked first.”

“Right, on the figurehead that looks like me on rooster’s ship!” Luffy says, brows furrowing as he remembers the altar of ship they sailed on, “You let me lay in your lap, while the sun started to come up.” Luffy stretches his hand up further around Law’s shoulder, brushing his cheek. “You looked so tired, but so pretty. I would’ve kissed you if you hadn’t done it first.”

Blush colors Law’s cheeks, a soft pink of embarrassment mixed with memory, and he leans down to place a kiss on Luffy’s head. A soft giggle leaves Luffy’s lips, with eyes pinched shut.

“Yes, I believe that was it,” Law says and kisses Luffy’s head a final time, “and yes, you were pretty awesome.”

[ask-lawlu]

How do you two sleep? Like what do you wear and the positions you two are.

Law pulls the mail from the box, skimming the contents before starting to crumble it, but Luffy jerks it from his hands.

“What are you doing? We have to throw it away,” Law grumbles fighting to take it back, but fails as Luffy stretches it out of his reach, “When I got a mailbox I didn’t think this would be the first question.”

Luffy twists the paper, reading it quickly before snickering, “Why not? It’s not hard to answer, Torao.”

Law sighs, resigning to sit back down, and before he can even ask Luffy is in his lap. A thoughtful hum comes from him, and Law doesn’t need to see Luffy’s face to know the contorted expression of thought that now sits on it.

“I wear a shirt and shorts to sleep, because they’re comfy and some of them have little Merrys and Sunnys on them. Usopp gave them to me,” Luffy starts, and grins wider from the thought, “and usually I’m curled up against Torao’s back. Like a jet pack! He stays super cold, so it’s my job to keep him warm.”

“You do a great job, mugiwara-ya,” Law sighs, wrapping his arms around Luffy’s stomach.

“Oh, it’s only because you refuse to wear anything but box—”

“Alright. that’s enough,” Law says, tightening his arms to cut Luffy off before forcing a grin, “Thank you for the question.”

[rocketspurs]

[ask-lawlu]

How do you two sleep? Like what do you wear and the positions you two are.

Law pulls the mail from the box, skimming the contents before starting to crumble it, but Luffy jerks it from his hands.

“What are you doing? We have to throw it away,” Law grumbles fighting to take it back, but fails as Luffy stretches it out of his reach, “When I got a mailbox I didn’t think this would be the first question.”

Luffy twists the paper, reading it quickly before snickering, “Why not? It’s not hard to answer, Torao.”

Law sighs, resigning to sit back down, and before he can even ask Luffy is in his lap. A thoughtful hum comes from him, and Law doesn’t need to see Luffy’s face to know the contorted expression of thought that now sits on it.

“I wear a shirt and shorts to sleep, because they’re comfy and some of them have little Merrys and Sunnys on them. Usopp gave them to me,” Luffy starts, and grins wider from the thought, “and usually I’m curled up against Torao’s back. Like a jet pack! He stays super cold, so it’s my job to keep him warm.”

“You do a great job, mugiwara-ya,” Law sighs, wrapping his arms around Luffy’s stomach.

“Oh, it’s only because you refuse to wear anything but box—”

“Alright. that’s enough,” Law says, tightening his arms to cut Luffy off before forcing a grin, “Thank you for the question.”

[ask-lawlu]

Our mailbox is open, now that I bought a new one. Mugiwara-ya decided to use the last one as a bat for a game—let’s just say it didn’t make it.

If you want to know anything about us, or our “alliance”, feel free to ask. Doesn’t mean I’ll tell you, though. Can’t make any promises about Mugiwara-ya.

-Law