#Katakuri x you

[2b4st4r]

Oh hi! I hope you're doing! Been enjoying your work a little too much, I thought maybe I could make an ask..

I love katakuri, but there isn't much on him. Could you please write something for him?

Here's a scenario if you'd like to you use one:

The reader is a talented pastry chef who becomes Katakuri's new assistant on Whole Cake Island. As they work together, Katakuri develops strong feelings for the reader, but struggles with jealousy when they receive attention from other family members (cracker, oven, Daifuku etc.)

The Pastries Heart 

Reader x Reader

Words: 4,168

Warnings: implied power imbalance, jealousy, minor injuries, wholesome/romance, use of y/n.

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The humid air of Whole Cake Island usually felt like a warm hug, but today it was more of a suffocating embrace. You wiped a bead of sweat from your brow, the scent of melting chocolate and simmering fruit clinging to your clothes like a second skin. Most people would find the constant sugary perfume overwhelming, but to you, it was the sweet symphony of your life's work.

Your small corner of the Chateau was a whirlwind of flour, sugar, and artistic chaos. Unlike the mechanical precision of some of the other Big Mom pirates' kitchens, yours hummed with a different kind of energy—one born from passion and an almost obsessive attention to detail. This was where magic happened, where simple ingredients transformed into edible dreams.

You hummed along to the distant clang of a blacksmith, a surprising but not unwelcome sound on an island dedicated to confectionery. Your hands moved with practiced grace, rolling out a delicate sheet of feuilletage so thin you could practically see through it. This wasn't just any puff pastry; it was destined to become the crispy, ethereal layers of a Mille-Feuille aux Fruits Rouges. Each individual fruit—plump raspberries, glistening blueberries, and fragrant wild strawberries—had been personally selected and glazed to perfection, their natural sweetness heightened by a hint of vanilla bean. The crème pâtissière, a silky, golden custard, was cooling in the chiller, infused with just the right amount of Madagascar vanilla.

Your eyes, however, were currently focused on something far more intricate: miniature Mont Blancs. These weren't the rustic, hearty versions you might find in a mountain cafe. Yours were individual works of art, each a delicate mound of sweetened chestnut cream piped into intricate swirls, resembling freshly fallen snow. Hidden beneath the chestnut "snow" was a light-as-air vanilla sponge and a dollop of tart blackcurrant compote, providing a bright counterpoint to the richness. A single candied violet graced the peak of each, a tiny edible crown.

The oven timer chimed, pulling you away from your precise piping. You carefully pulled out a tray of your signature Pain au Chocolat, their golden-brown exteriors gleaming, promising a buttery, flaky interior filled with rich, molten chocolate. You smiled; Katakuri always seemed to appreciate those, despite his usual stoic demeanor.

Working for the second son of the Charlotte Family, Katakuri, was… an experience. He was a man of few words, especially when it came to compliments, but you'd learned to read the subtle signs. The way his shoulders would relax slightly when he took a bite of your latest creation, or the almost imperceptible nod of approval he'd give after finishing a particularly complex dessert. It was enough. Your pastries spoke for you, and they spoke volumes.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, a familiar shadow fell across your workstation. You didn't need to look up to know who it was. The scent of mochi and strong black coffee preceded him, a strangely comforting combination that had become as much a part of your daily routine as the flour on your apron. You simply smiled, a silent invitation for him to taste the magic you’d created today.

You felt a familiar presence behind you, the subtle shift in the air, the faint scent of mochi. It was Katakuri. You didn't even need to turn around anymore; a year of working side-by-side had forged a comfortable, almost silent understanding between you two.

"Just finished the Mont Blancs," you announced, gesturing with a flour-dusted hand. "They're still cooling, but the Pain au Chocolat are fresh out of the oven if you want one."

A large hand reached past you, not for the pastry, but for your arm. Your breath hitched slightly as Katakuri's fingers, surprisingly gentle, closed around your wrist. You’d barely registered the sting, but he clearly had. He turned your hand over, revealing a small, angry red mark just below your thumb – a fresh burn from a moment of distraction near the hot oven rack.

Without a word, he led you to the sink, turning on the cold tap. You winced as the icy water hit your skin, but the immediate relief was undeniable. He held your hand patiently under the stream, his gaze fixed on the burn. This was Katakuri. The formidable second son of Big Mom, a man who faced down pirates and marines without flinching, yet he’d stop everything for a minor kitchen mishap.

It had been like this for months. Your occasional kitchen mishaps, the late nights perfecting a new recipe, the frustrating moments when a soufflé refused to rise – he was always there. Not with grand gestures, but with quiet, steady care. If you were muttering under your breath about a batch of curdled ganache, he’d simply listen, his presence a grounding force. If you accidentally nicked your finger, he’d be there with a bandage before you even thought to look for one.

You’d often find yourself ranting about the humidity affecting your meringues, or the struggle to source the perfect seasonal fruits. You’d talk about your childhood dream of opening your own small bakery, about the joy of seeing someone’s face light up at the first bite of your creations. And he would just listen, his dark eyes seemingly absorbing every word, his silence more comforting than any advice.

Katakuri, for his part, found himself drawn to your vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the often grim reality of his life. He loved the way your eyes would light up when you spoke of a new pastry idea, the almost childlike wonder you possessed when a complex recipe came together perfectly. He loved the genuine passion that fueled you, a fire that burned so brightly it felt like it could melt through his perpetually stoic exterior.

He admired your resilience, how you’d bounce back from every burnt crust or collapsed cake, learning from each mistake with an unwavering determination. He respected your talent, a skill that transcended mere cooking and ventured into artistry. The intricate designs, the perfect balance of flavors, the sheer beauty of everything you created – it was all a reflection of the beautiful, dedicated soul he saw in you.

But more than anything, he loved your kindness. You saw him, truly saw him, beyond his intimidating reputation, beyond his large frame and imposing scar. You treated him with a gentle familiarity that no one else dared to offer. You worried about him, in your own quiet ways, leaving out a special batch of his favorite mochi when he’d had a particularly long day, or simply offering a soft smile that reached his rarely seen depths. He loved the way you made him feel, not just like a formidable warrior, but simply… Katakuri. And that, to him, was everything.

You finally pulled your hand from under the cool water, the sting of the burn already subsiding. Katakuri’s hand lingered for a moment, his thumb gently brushing over the reddened skin before he finally withdrew. "Be more careful," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that always sent a strange shiver down your spine. It wasn't a reprimand, more a statement of concern.

You just nodded, already turning back to your workstation. "I know, I know. My mind was on that new berry compote. It's just not quite hitting the right note yet."

Katakuri, instead of leaving, simply stood beside you, a silent sentinel. You continued your work, pulling out various jars of spices and sniffing them thoughtfully, occasionally holding a small spoon of compote to your nose. He watched, utterly still, as you meticulously added a tiny pinch of cinnamon, then a whisper of star anise, stirring and tasting with intense focus. To him, this was endlessly fascinating. He’d seen you spend hours on a single flavor profile, your brow furrowed in concentration, your tongue darting out to sample, your eyes alight when you finally found that perfect balance. This unwavering dedication to perfection was something he deeply admired, a mirror to his own relentless pursuit of strength.

Later that afternoon, a sudden, torrential downpour lashed against the Chateau windows. You’d been meticulously piping ganache onto a batch of chocolate truffles, a task that required absolute stillness and concentration. The sudden crash of thunder made you jump, and a delicate truffle rolled off the counter, splattering onto the floor.

A sigh escaped your lips. "Oh, for…!" You crouched down, gathering the ruined truffle. Just as you were about to wipe the smudge of ganache from the pristine floor, Katakuri moved. He produced a crisp, white handkerchief from seemingly nowhere and knelt with surprising grace for a man his size, wiping the spot clean himself.

You stared, slightly dumbfounded. "Katakuri, you don't have to—"

"It's fine," he interrupted, rising smoothly. He just handed you the now-stained handkerchief. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. It was his way of saying, Don't worry about the small things; I've got them. This quiet attentiveness to your struggles, no matter how minor, was a constant source of comfort.

One evening, after a particularly demanding day filled with orders for a special occasion, you found yourself slumped on a stool, nursing a cup of herbal tea. Your feet ached, and your shoulders were stiff from hours of standing over counters. You barely registered Katakuri's presence until a warm, steaming mug of something sweet and aromatic was placed gently in your hands.

It was ginger tea with honey, exactly what you needed for your tired muscles. You looked up to see him standing there, his back to you, looking out over the moonlit ocean. He hadn't said a word, hadn't even looked at you, but he knew. He always seemed to know when you were at your limit. This intuitive understanding of your needs, anticipating them before you even voiced them, was a silent testament to his deep care for you. It was in these quiet, unspoken moments that the true depth of his feelings for you shone brightest.

You were humming a lively tune, a habit you picked up whenever you were particularly pleased with a new creation. Today, it was your new line of fruit tarts, each one a miniature masterpiece of shimmering glaze and perfectly arranged berries. You beamed, holding one up to the light, satisfied with its vibrant colors.

A booming laugh echoed from the doorway, and Oven, his massive frame filling the archway, strode in. "Those look fantastic, Y/N! Sending some over to the main hall?"

"Of course!" you replied, genuinely pleased to see him. "I just finished a batch. Help yourself, Oven. And tell me what you think."

Oven, surprisingly gentle for a man who could boil someone alive with a touch, carefully selected a tart. He took a large bite, his eyes widening. "Magnificent! The crust is perfect, and the berries are so fresh." He flashed you a rare, genuine smile, making you feel a surge of satisfaction.

Just then, the clanking of metal announced Daifuku’s arrival. He peered over Oven's shoulder, his lamp genie hovering nearby. "What's this? Pastries already? Don't tell me you've been slacking, Y/N." His tone was gruff, but you knew him well enough to detect the underlying curiosity.

"Never!" you chirped, playfully flicking a tiny bit of flour at him. "Just perfecting my craft. Try one, Daifuku. I made an extra batch just for you brothers."

Daifuku grunted but took a tart, his genie mimicking the action with an ethereal version. As he bit into it, a flicker of appreciation crossed his usually stern face. "Hmm. Not bad, for you." You simply laughed, knowing that was high praise from him.

A rustle of biscuits preceded Cracker, who, ever the dramatic one, burst in with a flourish. "My dear Y/N! I smelled your artistry from across the hall! Are those my special chocolate ones?"

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. "They're everyone's special chocolate ones, Cracker. But yes, I saved you a few."

Cracker's face, or rather, his biscuit armor, seemed to brighten. He snatched a chocolate tart, taking a theatrical bite. "Exquisite! You truly are the jewel of Whole Cake Island, Y/N!"

You blushed slightly at his effusive praise, secretly pleased. You enjoyed your interactions with them. Oven's straightforwardness, Daifuku's gruff affection, and Cracker's flamboyant charm – they were all part of your daily life here, and you genuinely liked them. They were Katakuri's brothers, after all, and you saw glimpses of him in each of them.

Katakuri, however, did not share your enjoyment.

He stood in the doorway, his usual imposing figure seeming even more rigid. His eyes, normally fixated on you, flickered between you and his brothers. He watched as you laughed at one of Cracker's boasts, as you playfully jabbed Daifuku, as you shared a genuine smile with Oven. Each interaction felt like a small dagger twisting in his gut.

He saw the way Cracker preened under your attention, the way Oven’s stoic face softened when you offered him a fresh pastry, the way Daifuku, for all his bluster, always made a point to seek you out. It was infuriating. Your attention, your smiles, your laughter – they were precious. They were yours. And his brothers, oblivious oafs that they were, were soaking it all up.

He felt a familiar, unpleasant clenching in his chest – jealousy. It was a raw, visceral emotion he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge, let alone feel so strongly. He was the most formidable, the most respected, the strongest. Yet, here he was, silently seething because you were being kind to his siblings. He knew it was irrational. You were genuinely friendly, and they were, technically, family. But he couldn't help it. He wanted your undivided attention, your exclusive smiles, your singular focus. He wanted to be the only one who made you laugh, the only one you fretted over, the only one you instinctively cared for. He wanted to be the one you vented to, the one who saw your little mishaps, the one you offered a freshly baked Pain au Chocolat to, first.

He watched you now, handing Cracker another tart, your fingers brushing lightly. His knuckles whitened, and the scent of burnt sugar, not from your oven, but from the heat of his own irritation, began to faintly permeate the air. He cleared his throat, a low, guttural sound that instantly silenced the boisterous room. All three brothers turned, their expressions shifting to wary respect.

Your head snapped up, a bright, welcoming smile gracing your lips as you finally met his gaze. "Katakuri! Perfect timing! I was just about to send some of these over to your quarters. Which one would you like?"

He looked at the array of vibrant tarts, then back at his brothers, who were suddenly very interested in the floor. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "The chocolate," he finally said, his voice flat, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in his eyes. Mine, he thought, you are mine.

Cracker, oblivious to the simmering tension that had just entered the room with Katakuri, took another dramatic bite of his chocolate tart. He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though it was still loud enough to carry in the now-silent kitchen. "You know, Y/N, these are so good, they almost make me forget the endless paperwork Mama dumps on us. Perhaps you could join me for a break later? I'm sure you could brighten up even my tedious reports." He punctuated his offer with a charming, if slightly smug, wink.

You, utterly caught up in the warmth of the compliments and the casual banter, simply smiled. "Oh, Cracker, you're always trying to rope me into something! But maybe, if I finish this special order for Brulee, I'll bring some fresh macaroons over." You were just being friendly, completely missing the loaded undertone in his voice, the slight shift in his posture, the way his eyes lingered on your face.

But Katakuri saw it all. He saw the way Cracker’s gaze lingered, the subtle, almost imperceptible lean of his body towards you, the confident smirk playing on his lips. He saw the overt attempt to monopolize your time, to pull you further into Cracker's orbit. And he saw your charmingly oblivious response, your innocent agreement to bring him macaroons.

A low growl, like shifting tectonic plates, vibrated in Katakuri’s chest. His eyes, usually half-lidded, narrowed imperceptibly. He moved.

It wasn't a sudden, aggressive motion, but a deliberate, unhurried stride that brought him to your side. His large hand, the one capable of devastating blows, settled lightly yet possessively on the small of your back. It wasn't a squeeze or a pull, just a firm, undeniable presence that radiated a silent warning. His fingers, calloused from countless battles, were warm against your apron, a silent claim.

The air in the room thickened instantly. Oven stiffened, his eyes darting between you and Katakuri. Daifuku's genie seemed to shrink, and he cleared his throat, suddenly finding the wall immensely interesting. Cracker's smile faltered, his confident posture subtly deflating. His eyes, fixed on Katakuri's hand on your waist, widened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of understanding—and perhaps a touch of fear—crossing his features.

You, however, remained blissfully unaware. You merely leaned back instinctively into the warmth at your back, a comfortable acceptance of his presence. "Oh, Katakuri," you said, your voice cheerful, "are you picking out your chocolate tart now?"

Katakuri’s gaze remained fixed on Cracker, his eyes promising swift and unpleasant consequences should the biscuit man dare to push his luck again. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, even rumble that seemed to fill the entire kitchen. "Yes. And I believe Y/N was just about to tell me about her new macaroons." His grip on your waist tightened, just barely, a silent reinforcement of his words.

Cracker coughed awkwardly, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "Right. Well, I, uh... I just remembered I have pressing matters in the main hall. An urgent report, you see." He backed away slowly, practically tripping over his own feet in his haste to escape the oppressive atmosphere. Oven and Daifuku, sensing the shift in the wind, muttered their goodbyes and followed him out with remarkable speed, leaving the kitchen suddenly quiet.

You blinked, a little surprised by their abrupt departure. "Well, that was fast," you mused, turning back to Katakuri, oblivious to the silent battle that had just been fought and won. "So, about those macaroons..."

You looked up at Katakuri, a bright, questioning look on your face. "So, about those macaroons… I was thinking a new flavor for them. Maybe a salted caramel or a passion fruit? What do you think?"

Katakuri's hand remained firmly on your lower back, a comforting weight that you now barely registered. His gaze, however, had softened considerably, his earlier intensity replaced by his usual thoughtful stillness. "Passion fruit," he rumbled, his voice a deep thrum. "Less sweet."

You chuckled. "Always thinking about balance, aren't you? Alright, passion fruit it is. I'll get started on a test batch after I finish up these tarts." You stretched, a small groan escaping your lips as your back protested. "Whew, long day."

Without a word, Katakuri shifted. His vast presence, usually so imposing, suddenly felt like a solid, warm wall behind you. He didn't pull you, didn't push. He simply… was there, providing an anchor. You, still feeling the lingering fatigue, found yourself leaning back against him.

It was a little awkward at first. His chest was incredibly broad, and your head, even when leaning back, didn't quite reach his shoulder. You were a little taller than average, but he was a giant. Your back pressed against his firm, muscled front, and you could feel the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. The scent of mochi and strong coffee was more pronounced now, warm and comforting.

You shifted slightly, trying to find a more natural position, and he subtly adjusted with you, a silent dance of two bodies finding their fit. Your head eventually found a surprisingly comfortable spot just below his chin, nestled against his chest. His arm, the one that wasn't on your back, slowly, almost imperceptibly, came up to rest lightly on your shoulder, completing the embrace. It wasn’t tight or demanding, just a quiet, protective hold.

You let out a soft sigh, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting away. The sheer size of him, which once felt intimidating, now felt incredibly safe. It was like leaning against a mountain, solid and unwavering. You could hear the faint, steady thump of his heart against your ear.

In that moment, a warmth spread through your chest, deeper and more profound than the heat from any oven. It wasn't just comfort; it was something else entirely. You found yourself admiring the quiet strength of him, the way he just was, without needing grand gestures or flowery words. He was always there, always steady, always looking out for you in his own silent way.

You liked the way his large hand felt on your back, the solid presence of him behind you. You liked the way he listened to your rants, the way he cared for your small cuts and burns, the way he silently chased away anyone who dared to annoy you. You liked the way he anticipated your needs, bringing you tea when you were tired, picking the less sweet option for your macaroons.

A realization, warm and bright like fresh-baked bread, bloomed in your heart. You didn't just like him; you really liked him. A lot. It wasn't just comfortable; it was something deeper, something that made your own heart beat a little faster against his vast chest. Resting there, enveloped in his quiet strength, you knew you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You chuckled. "Always thinking about balance, aren't you? Alright, passion fruit it is. I'll get started on a test batch after I finish up these tarts." You stretched, a small groan escaping your lips as your back protested. "Whew, long day."

Without a word, Katakuri shifted. His vast presence, usually so imposing, suddenly felt like a solid, warm wall behind you. He didn't pull you, didn't push. He simply… was there, providing an anchor. You, still feeling the lingering fatigue, found yourself leaning back against him.

It was a little awkward at first. His chest was incredibly broad, and your head, even when leaning back, didn't quite reach his shoulder. You were a little taller than average, but he was a giant. Your back pressed against his firm, muscled front, and you could feel the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. The scent of mochi and strong coffee was more pronounced now, warm and comforting.

You shifted slightly, trying to find a more natural position, and he subtly adjusted with you, a silent dance of two bodies finding their fit. Your head eventually found a surprisingly comfortable spot just below his chin, nestled against his chest. His arm, the one that wasn't on your back, slowly, almost imperceptibly, came up to rest lightly on your shoulder, completing the embrace. It wasn’t tight or demanding, just a quiet, protective hold.

You let out a soft sigh, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting away. The sheer size of him, which once felt intimidating, now felt incredibly safe. It was like leaning against a mountain, solid and unwavering. You could hear the faint, steady thump of his heart against your ear.

In that moment, a warmth spread through your chest, deeper and more profound than the heat from any oven. It wasn't just comfort; it was something else entirely. You found yourself admiring the quiet strength of him, the way he just was, without needing grand gestures or flowery words. He was always there, always steady, always looking out for you in his own silent way.

[grandline-fics]

Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro | Luffy, Usopp

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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Katakuri makes me blush fr 😳🫣 he’s such an underrated cutie.

If you could, I’d love a story about reader being selected by big mom to be arranged to marry him. Maybe he’s indifferent at first but falls unexpectedly hard for you.

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The Arrangement

charlotte katakuri x reader

a/n: here we are, bestie!! this came out longer than I thoughts but I really hope you'll like it ^3^

words count: 8.6k

tags: forced marriage, arranged marriage, fairy reader, slow burn, romance, first meeting, indifference to affection

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You never expected to be here.

The massive, ornate ship sways gently beneath your feet as it cuts through the sea, heading toward the most notorious pirate crew in the world. Big Mom had made her demands clear. She had decided you were going to marry her son, Katakuri. No arguments, no room for negotiation.

A fairy from a distant land, you were nothing more than another creature in her endless collection. When she had set her sights on you, you hadn’t stood a chance. Her powers were not to be underestimated, and her threats were even more so “Refuse, and I will take everything away from you. Your home, your people, everything.” she had said, the coldness in her words making you shiver.

So here you are.

The ship docks at Whole Cake Island, and you are escorted off in silence by Big Mom’s guards. As you step onto the land, you see the grand palace in the distance, an intimidating sight made only more daunting by the knowledge that you would be living here now. You’re led through its massive halls, until you reach a set of grand doors.

Without a word, the guards open them, and you step into a lavish room. Your breath catches. And there, standing by the large dining table, is the one person you’ve been dreading meeting.

Katakuri.

His presence is overwhelming, even from across the room. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a stern, emotionless expression in his eyes, that could freeze anyone in their tracks. He doesn’t move or speak as you enter, his gaze settling on you briefly before returning to the floor. There’s no warmth, no welcome. Just an unfeeling silence.

“Ah, there you are!” Big Mom’s voice booms behind you, making you jump. She’s a force of nature, towering behind you like an ever-present shadow “Katakuri, this is Y/N. Your bride-to-be.”

Katakuri doesn’t react. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment. His gaze remains on the ground as if you were nothing more than another piece of furniture in the room.

You stand there awkwardly, not sure if you should speak, but Big Mom’s attention is fully on her son “Isn’t she lovely?” she asks, her voice dripping with pride “I’ve collected quite the rare one for you, Katakuri. A fairy—one of a kind.”

Katakuri’s eyes flicker up to you, but only for a moment before he returns to his silence. His lips barely twitch. He doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted” Big Mom announces, walking toward the door “You’ll have plenty of time to bond. I expect this marriage to happen soon, Katakuri.”

The door slams shut behind her, leaving you and Katakuri alone. The silence is deafening.

You clear your throat, trying to steady your nerves “So… I guess we’re supposed to get married.”

Katakuri doesn’t answer, still not looking at you. You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. This is absurd. You don’t want to be here. You certainly don’t want to marry him. You want to leave, to fly far away to your own peaceful island, where your only worry is the breeze.

After what feels like an eternity, Katakuri sighs, finally breaking the silence. His voice is low and monotone “I don’t know why I’m being forced into this.”

His words are strange to you. They don’t sound like they’re directed at you. He’s speaking to no one in particular, but his admission stirs something in you. He doesn’t want this either.

“You don’t?” you ask, surprised by his honesty “Then why don’t you… just refuse?”

He looks at you for the first time since you entered the room. His amber eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes you swallow hard “It’s not that simple” he mutters, his voice laced with a cold frustration “My mother is… insistent.”

You nod, understanding all too well. Big Mom doesn’t give anyone a choice, least of all her children.

The tension thickens, and you find yourself staring at your feet. The reality of this situation is too overwhelming. You want to scream, to demand answers, but something tells you that doing so will only make things worse.

Katakuri is still watching you, his gaze unwavering. He sighs again and then, almost imperceptibly shakes his head “I don’t expect anything from you. Just… stay out of my way.”

His words sting, though you know they’re not meant to be cruel. He’s just as trapped in this as you are.

You take a deep breath, standing tall despite the crushing anxiety in your chest “I’ll do my best” you say quietly.

Katakuri doesn’t respond. Instead, he turns, walking to the far side of the room and disappearing behind the heavy curtains. The weight of the silence returns, but now, it feels more suffocating than before.

You let out a shaky breath, wishing you could leave. But there’s no escape. Not now. Not yet.

It’s a quiet morning in the palace, and you’re wandering the halls, lost in thoughts. The previous week have been heavy with tension, both from your forced marriage to Katakuri and the overwhelming silence that surrounds you whenever you’re in his presence.

As you turn a corner, you notice the door to Katakuri’s quarters is slightly ajar, and through the crack, you see him.

He’s standing before a mirror, his back to the door. At first, you think he’s just inspecting himself, but then, you notice something that sends a shock through your system. Katakuri is removing his scarf.

You’ve never seen him without it. It’s something that’s as much a part of him as his personality, something that has always been there, hiding his face from the world. You never questioned it, but you’ve always wondered what he looked like underneath.

Before you can stop yourself, you inch closer, drawn to the moment. You stand there, just outside his room, watching him in a kind of trance as he carefully untangles the fabric, his hands slow and deliberate. Then, for the first time, Katakuri reveals his face completely.

It’s… not what you expected.

He’s just as imposing as before. He’s far more vulnerable without the scarf, but it’s a vulnerability that’s strangely captivating.

Before you can pull yourself together, your breath catches in your throat. You’ve been staring too long, and it’s only when Katakuri turns around and when his eyes locking onto yours, that you realize you’ve been caught.

You freeze, wide-eyed and panicked.

“Why are you here?” Katakuri’s voice is low, almost cold, though you can hear the surprise in his tone. His hand instinctively reaches for the scarf, like he’s trying to shield himself from your gaze.

You stumble over your words, feeling the flush rise to your cheeks “I… I didn’t mean to… I just… I didn’t know you’d...”

But then you stop yourself. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, but you can’t lie either.

“You look good” you blurt out before you can think better of it.

Katakuri blinks at you, and for a split second, you see a flicker of disbelief in his eyes “What?” His voice hardens, though there’s a small quiver in it “You’re making fun of me.”

You shake your head quickly, your heart racing “No! I swear, I’m not. I think you look… different, but it’s not a bad thing.” You hesitate, trying to find the right words “You look… human, not some monster people make you out to be.”

Katakuri seems to recoil slightly, his eyes narrowing, as if he’s trying to gauge whether you’re mocking him or telling the truth. His hand grips the scarf tighter, like he’s about to throw it back over his face to hide.

You take a tentative step forward, speaking more softly this time “I’m serious. You’re… really not what I thought you’d be like without it. I think you look…” You pause, the word just slipping out “Cute.”

Katakuri stiffens, his expression darkening in an instant “Stop it.” His voice is strained, like he’s unsure if he should be angry or confused “You think I’m... cute? Is this a joke?”

You immediately realize how your words might’ve come across, and you rush to correct yourself “No! I’m not laughing at you.” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself “I just… you’ve always been so guarded, and I never really got to see you, and now I do, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I just… I think you look nice.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them.

There’s a long, awkward silence, and you feel your stomach twist. You want to disappear. You want to run. But something in Katakuri’s gaze has shifted. There’s still hesitation there, but it’s not the same cold, dismissive look from before. Instead, he’s… uncertain.

He finally lowers the scarf, letting it fall loosely in his hands “You really mean it?” he asks, though his tone is still guarded.

You nod quickly, smiling awkwardly “Yeah. I do.”

He stands there for a long moment, studying you. Finally, his lips twist into something like a small smirk, just the faintest hint of a smile “You’re strange, Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat “I—what?”

Katakuri shakes his head slightly “I don’t think anyone has ever said anything like that to me.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips “Well, I’m strange, am I not?”

Katakuri doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he just gives a slight nod, as if acknowledging something he hadn’t considered before. Then, without another word, he walks past you, his gaze still soft, but not as guarded.

The next day, things are… different.

Katakuri starts acknowledging your presence more. When you pass him in the hallways, he doesn’t look away. He doesn’t avoid eye contact like before. There’s a subtle shift, something you can’t quite put into words, but it’s there.

The next time you sit down for a meal, you’re surprised to find a small plate of your favorite fruit sitting in front of you. It’s not the first time he’s given you food, but this time, it feels more personal.

You glance at Katakuri, who’s sitting across the room, his attention seemingly elsewhere. You don’t say anything at first, just quietly eating the fruit. It’s exactly what you like, sweet and juicy, just like you remember.

As the meal progresses, you catch Katakuri looking at you out of the corner of your eye. You meet his gaze, and he raises a brow “I thought you’d like that” he says, his tone casual but with an edge of something else, something that’s not quite indifference.

“I do,” you reply, smiling “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t say anything more. He just nods, his usual stoic expression still in place. But this time, there’s something warmer about it, a small but significant change.

From that day on, the dynamic between you and Katakuri shifts. He starts bringing you your favorite food regularly, always with a quiet confidence, like he knows what you need without you having to ask.

He still doesn’t say much, but there’s a new understanding between you two now. Something softer, something more genuine. You don’t know where this will lead, but for the first time, you feel like you’re not just a pawn in a game.

The morning feels calm, and you’re in your usual place, sitting at the grand dining table. Your thoughts are on the small pastry that’s just been placed in front of you. It’s a delicate little thing, a flaky, buttery pastry with a filling you can only describe as perfect, exactly how you like it. Your favorite. The exact flavor you had mentioned once, in passing, a while ago.

You glance up and find Katakuri standing at the entrance, his usual impassive expression in place. In his hands is a small, wrapped plate. He walks toward you, the quiet shuffle of his steps almost drowned out by the clinking of the cutlery on the table. You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face when you see what he’s holding.

“You...” Your voice catches for a second, almost in disbelief “You remembered.”

His eyes briefly meeting yours. His gaze softens, just a fraction, and he nods once.

“Of course.” His tone is as flat as ever, but there’s something… different in it now.

You reach for the pastry, immediately taking a bite. The taste is just as you remember, warm, sweet, and decadent. It’s perfect, and for a moment, you close your eyes, savoring every bite.

“This is...” you murmur with a smile, taking another bite “This is so good, Katakuri. Thank you.”

He watches you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful, and you wonder if he’s waiting for some kind of reaction. You can’t help but notice that, even though he’s quiet, he seems… proud.

As you eat the pastry, your gaze shifts around the room. The guards, as usual, are standing at attention, watching over everything. They’re always here, always watching. It’s suffocating, and for once, you can’t stand it.

You stand up, suddenly feeling the urge to speak “Excuse me” you say, your voice more commanding than usual, “Could you all leave for a moment?”

There’s a pause. The guards exchange confused glances, and you can feel the tension thickening in the air. One of them steps forward, looking at you with a raised brow.

“We don’t take orders from you” the guard replies firmly, his voice cold.

You freeze, taken aback by the response. You’ve never been this forward with them before. But before you can speak again, you feel a shift in the atmosphere. Katakuri, who has been standing silently by the table, turns his gaze toward the guards. His eyes narrow, and without hesitation, he speaks.

“Leave.” he commands, his voice as firm as the weight of his stature.

The guards hesitate, their eyes darting between Katakuri and you. But, to your surprise, they obey. Slowly, they begin to file out of the room, one by one, until the only people left are you and Katakuri.

The silence that follows is thick.

Katakuri looks at you, now sitting at the other side of the table, a flicker of confusion in his eyes “What was that about?” he asks, his voice low.

You smile, a sense of relief washing over you now that it’s just the two of you. You take a moment before answering, then take your chair and your pastry and slowly walk past the giant dining table, toward where he is.

“I just wanted to be alone with you” you say, your voice softer than before. There’s a hint of playful mischief in your tone now, and you can see his eyes narrowing as he watches you approach.

You place the chair next to him and sit down, unceremoniously placing your plate with the pastry between you both.

Katakuri’s eyes widen at your actions, and for a moment, he looks as though he’s unsure whether to back away or stay. But he remains where he is, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

“What are you doing?” he asks confused.

You glance at him, smiling mischievously “You’re going to eat this with me.”

Katakuri raises an eyebrow “I’m not hungry.”

You shake your head, leaning slightly closer “No, you have to taste it. I want you to see just how delicious this pastry is. You’re not leaving until you try it. You have to.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, but there’s no mistaking the flicker of amusement in his eyes “You’re being… strange again.”

“And you’re being stubborn” you tease, nudging the pastry toward him “Come on, Katakuri. If I can eat this with you, you can eat it with me. No one else is here to judge.”

For a long moment, he just stares at you. He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze softens just slightly and you watch him give a small sigh.

“Fine” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. He reaches out, carefully picking up the pastry with one hand and putting his scarf down with the other hand.

You smile, your heart racing as he takes a bite, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you feel like time stands still as you watch him chew, waiting for a response.

Katakuri doesn’t immediately speak. He looks down at the pastry for a moment before meeting your gaze again “It’s… good” he says, almost as if he’s surprised by how much he’s enjoying it.

You grin, clearly pleased by his reaction “Told you.”

There’s a long pause between you both, a quiet tension hanging in the air. Katakuri shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flicking down to the scarf. It’s a subtle thing, but you catch it, and you see how his fingers twitch like he might be considering removing it again.

“You can take it off, you know?” you say softly, the words light, but sincere.

Katakuri looks at you, his brow furrowing slightly “What?”

“You don’t have to hide behind it,” you say, your tone warm but serious “You’re already exposed enough to me. I think… you can trust me. You don’t have to keep it on all the time.”

His eyes flash with uncertainty. For a long time, he doesn’t move, his gaze dropping down to his scarf. The moment stretches. Then, slowly, he places the scarf down beside him, fully revealing his mouth once more.

You watch him carefully, and for the first time, Katakuri seems to let down his guard, just a little. There’s something almost fragile in the way he exposes himself, like he’s testing the waters.

You smile softly, your voice gentle “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Katakuri doesn’t respond, but there’s a hint of something more honest in his eyes.

The quiet stretches between you, but it’s no longer filled with tension. There’s no coldness, no distance. There’s just… a soft connection, a shared moment between two people who are, for the first time, truly alone.

And as you sit there, side by side, eating your pastry together, you realize that things have shifted between you two. Something real is beginning to form. Something unexpected.

Maybe, this arranged marriage could turn into something more.

The day of the tea party arrives. Big Mom’s excitement is palpable as she commands the preparations to be just perfect. It’s not a celebration of love or any true emotional connection, though. No, this is just a public display to solidify the future marriage between you and Katakuri, something she believes will benefit her family, her status, and of course, her vast collection of “special creatures”. She doesn’t care whether you get along with Katakuri. The only thing that matters is the power this union will bring.

The grand dining room is filled with chatter and laughter, as well as the elegant clinking of porcelain cups and saucers. The table is set for dozens of guests, some familiar faces, lots of strangers. Everyone is seated, except for you. You glance around, taking in the scene with a mixture of excitement and dread.

You know what this is: a performance.

Big Mom catches sight of you as you enter the room. Her eyes gleam with a kind of satisfaction as she waves you over “Ah, my dear! Come join us!” she booms, and the room goes silent for a moment.

You approach, giving her a polite smile. Your gaze flickers to Katakuri, and you can’t help but feel a little thrill when you spot him. He’s sitting near the far end of the long table, looking as impassive as ever.

You’re assigned a seat at the opposite end of the table, as far from him as possible.

A knot forms in your stomach. You can feel the heavy gaze of the guests on you. You force a smile, but your eyes betray the discomfort you feel.

The seat they’ve chosen for you is almost insulting. The distance between you and Katakuri feels too much for you.

You don’t even think twice before turning to find a solution. You take your assigned chair, a giant, ornate one, and you begin to slide it across the floor. It’s heavy, and the room is quiet enough that everyone can hear the slight screech of the chair as you push it.

You’re determined.

But as you reach the middle of the room, your efforts come to an abrupt halt. The chair is simply too large and cumbersome to maneuver around the other chairs, and you can feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on you as you struggle to get closer to Katakuri.

You glance toward him, half-expecting him to be looking away as usual. But instead, his eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, there’s a flicker of understanding there. He knows what you’re doing.

Before you can take another step, he stands up from his seat. The sound of his movement draws the attention of the entire room.

You stop, unsure of what’s happening, and watch as Katakuri approaches you. He’s as composed as ever, but there’s a quiet amusement in his expression.

“You really are persistent, aren’t you?” he says, his voice low but carrying in the silence of the room.

You look up at him, surprised by his calm demeanor “I just wanted to sit next to you.”

Without a word, Katakuri reaches down and effortlessly takes the chair from your hands, his large frame towering over you as he positions it right beside his own, and you can’t help but smile. You walk over and sit down, settling comfortably next to him.

The entire room is silent, eyes wide with shock, especially Big Mom. She stares at the scene with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. It’s not something she expected to see, and certainly not something she had planned.

The guests, too, are stunned. The whole room seems to hold its breath as they try to process the unexpected turn of events.

Big Mom, never one to show weakness, clears her throat with an exaggerated cough “Ahem. Well then, it seems my son and my future daughter-in-law are… already making themselves comfortable” she says, her tone forced “Isn’t that lovely?”

Her words do little to hide the surprise in her voice, but she quickly shifts her gaze back to the guests, trying to regain control of the situation.

You can feel the tension in the air as the tea party resumes, but you and Katakuri remain almost entirely removed from the spectacle. You glance at him, and for a brief moment, his eyes meet yours. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence feels somehow different.

You smile, the warmth in your chest spreading. This is more than just an arrangement, it’s a small victory for both of you.

Katakuri, for the first time in front of everyone, allows his walls to come down just a little more. He’s not pulling away from you. He’s not staying distant. He’s with you.

The tea party continues, buzzing with idle gossip and exaggerated politeness. But peace doesn’t last long in this family.

From the far side of the table, one of Katakuri’s older sisters, Smoothie, sharp-eyed and smirking, leans slightly forward, eyeing you like a piece of bruised fruit.

“So,” she starts, swirling her tea “This is the little creature Mama dragged in for Katakuri?”

The room grows still.

Another sibling chuckles under their breath “Mama really is collecting anything these days.”

Big Mom doesn’t stop them. In fact, she laughs loudly “Well, she’s cute enough, I suppose. Couldn't find anything better but that's enough. But delicate things don’t last long in this family, do they?”

There it is. The words land like sharp stones against your chest.

You lower your gaze, hands folding tightly in your lap. You want to speak but your throat tightens. The laughter around the table swells just a bit more. You don’t say anything.

You feel Katakuri shift beside you. When you glance his way, his jaw is clenched ever so slightly, and there’s a flicker of something stormy in his eyes as they scan your face. He notices it immediately, the drop in your posture, the silence where your brightness used to be.

He says nothing at first. Just moves.

From the middle of the table, he silently reaches for the fruit platter, selecting each of your favorites. He adds pastries too, the little chocolate cakes you once said reminded you of home. All of it placed carefully on a plate, which he sets before you.

You blink at the offering. The table still chatters on, but you notice the silence growing around your side of it.

Katakuri leans in slightly, not looking at you, but watching the table as he speaks low and calm “Don’t listen to them.”

Your heart skips.

Then he turns, motioning a guard over. He whispers something, low enough that not even you can hear, and the guard bows and disappears from the room with urgency.

You glance at him, confused.

A few minutes pass in tense silence. You pick at the fruit, more out of habit than hunger, but when you taste the sweetness of it, it brings a small comfort.

Then the guard returns. In his hands a fresh bouquet of wildflowers. Pale yellows, soft blues, and blooms of pink and violet. Carefully picked and not from any of the gaudy arrangements decorating the party.

He hands them directly to Katakuri.

Katakuri doesn’t even glance up. He takes one flower from the bunch, a delicate purple one, and turns toward you.

You go still.

And then, carefully, he tucks it behind your ear, fingers grazing your cheek for the briefest moment. He sets the rest of the bouquet into your hands.

The table falls into stunned silence.

You stare at him, eyes wide, unsure whether to cry or melt “Katakuri…”

He finally meets your gaze fully “They don’t get to decide what you’re worth.”

Your breath catches.

Across the table, Smoothie’s smirk falters. Big Mom eyes the scene with something unreadable in her expression. The rest of the guests shift in their seats, unsure of what just happened.

But you don’t care about any of them.

All you see is the mountain of a man beside you, the one who once avoided your eyes, who now shields you not with threats or violence, but with fruit, flowers, and a quiet understanding.

You smile. Truly smile.

And the flower tucked behind your ear feels warmer than sunlight.

The days blur together after the tea party, but something has changed. The palace is still opulent and overwhelming, but the tension in the air shifts every time Katakuri enters a room.

He still avoids crowds. Still slips away from the chatter and the noise.

But not from you. With you, he’s different now. Softer. Quieter in a way that means he’s listening.

You share food in silence some mornings. He brings you sweets without a word, he always remembers your favorites. He asks you questions now, even if clumsily. Your favorite colors. Your memories. The places you’d go if you weren’t trapped in this gilded palace.

And then one morning, he says it.

“I don’t want you to marry me if you don’t want to.”

You almost drop the spoon in your hand “What?”

He looks away, jaw clenched “You didn’t choose this. Mama thinks she can own people. That you’re just another thing for her collection.”

You study him for a long moment, your heart both aching and fluttering.

“I’m not forcing you to stay,” he continues, quieter now “I won’t be the reason you lose your freedom.”

You want to say something. That maybe, you’re starting not to mind being here because of him. But the words tangle in your throat.

Katakuri stands, the decision already written on his face “I’ll talk to her.”

It takes three days before he does it. Not because he’s afraid but because she is unpredictable. Big Mom doesn’t hear “no” often, and when she does, it usually ends in chaos.

He finds her in the singing hall, surrounded by sweets and chaos and servants. Her eyes widen with interest when she sees him approach.

“Katakuri, my sweet son! Isn’t it a beautiful day for wedding planning?” she cackles “I’ve already chosen the cake layers! And the centerpiece will be a spinning sugar fairy! Just like her!”

He doesn’t sit. Doesn’t smile.

“We need to cancel it.”

The music stops.

Big Mom’s eyes narrow “Cancel what?”

“The wedding.”

Her laugh is sharp and loud “Nonsense. You’re both perfect. And I already sent invitations to half the Underworld.”

“She didn’t choose this,” Katakuri says, voice low “You made the decision for her.”

“And so what? You know I did that for all your sibilings. That's how it works.” Big Mom snaps, rising from her seat “She’s a rare little creature, isn’t she? Sweet. Magical. Exactly the kind of wife a son of mine deserves. You deserve.”

“She’s not a collectible, Mama.”

The air chills.

“You’re starting to sound like you’re in love.” Big Mom growls, stepping down from her throne of frosting and ribbon “Which is cute. But love doesn’t matter. Power does.”

Katakuri doesn’t flinch “You once said family is everything.”

“It is” she snaps.

“Then don’t build it by breaking her.” His voice softens “Let her choose.”

Silence falls. Big Mom stares at him for a long, unsettling moment. The tension in the room coils like a storm, and Katakuri stays still as a statue, waiting. Then, slowly, she laughs. A deep, throaty cackle.

“Ohhh, Katakuri. My most perfect son, and now you’ve gone soft for a fairy girl.”

He doesn’t respond.

Big Mom’s laughter echoes through the hall. She leans back, crossing her arms, as if victorious in some way, her eyes glinting with a certain self-satisfaction.

“You think you can just break the rules of this family, Katakuri?” Big Mom’s voice grows darker “You have a duty, and it’s time for you to understand it.”

Katakuri’s gaze hardens, but he doesn’t back down “I’ve made my decision.”

Big Mom narrows her eyes, her lips curling into a sneer “So be it, then. You want to protect her? Fine. But I’ll have you know, I’ve already made arrangements.” She pauses, letting the words sink in, her expression cold “I’ve already secured a marriage contract for you before the fairy girl. A real lady, from one of the strongest families around. She offered herself as a suitable match, and I’ll bring her here. You’ll marry her instead.”

Katakuri’s face remains stoic, though his fists clench slightly.

Big Mom’s voice turns casual, almost dismissive “A sweet girl, I’m sure. Not quite as ‘magical’ as the little fairy here, but… she’ll do.” She waves her hand dismissively “Don’t worry, it’s an arrangement that benefits us both. She’s young, and she’ll be a great addition to the family.”

Katakuri’s jaw tightens, the muscles in his face flickering. But he doesn’t argue. His eyes flick to the floor for a brief moment before he nods.

“If that’s what you want, Mama.”

Big Mom smiles in satisfaction, her fingers tapping against the armrest of her throne “Good. You’re learning, Katakuri. And when the time comes, you’ll have your own family to worry about. In the meantime, this one’s done. I'll call the girl's family and let her come here before the wedding, which you know it's in two days.” She gestures toward the farthest part of the room, signaling that the conversation is over.

Katakuri stands tall, his expression unreadable, and without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving the hall with the unmistakable weight of his decision hanging over him.

You don’t hear Katakuri approach your room, but when the door opens, you look up, startled to find him standing in the doorway. His usual mask of indifference is gone, replaced with something softer, a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just stands there, his posture tense, as if waiting for you to say something.

You stand, your pulse quickening in your chest “What happened?” Your voice feels tight, though you try to keep it steady “Did you talk to her?”

Katakuri nods, his eyes falling to the floor “I did.” His voice is quiet, but the words hit you hard, and your heart sinks with each syllable “Mama said I have to marry someone else… She’s already found a girl, and the arrangements are set.”

Your stomach twists “Who?”

He hesitates, but only for a moment “I didn’t ask for her name but apparently she offered beforehand.”

This isn’t the future you imagined for the two of you. Not like this. Not like that.

You swallow hard “And you agreed?”

Katakuri looks up, his eyes searching yours “I agreed because… I didn’t want to trap you here with me, Y/N.” His voice softens, and for the first time, it breaks “You deserve your freedom. If you were to marry me, it wouldn’t be your choice. It would be my mother’s choice. This other girl offered, so that would be her choice.”

You don’t respond immediately, the weight of his words settling over you like a storm cloud. It feels like something has slipped away from you, something you were just starting to grasp. The vision of a future with him, the quiet bond that had begun to form, it’s all slipping through your fingers.

Without warning, something snaps inside you, and before you know it, you’re storming toward the door, a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling over. You don’t want him to marry someone else. You don’t want this arrangement to define your life. But you don’t want to lose him.

“I just wanted the freedom to choose” you say, your voice cracking as you finally turn to face him “I wanted the freedom to choose you... but not because someone told me I had to.”

Katakuri’s eyes widen in surprise, but before he can respond, you turn away from him, the hurt threatening to overwhelm you. You make your way to your room. You need to be alone. You need to process everything.

But even as you sit there, the silence settling around you, there’s emptiness. A void where your hope used to be.

The rest of the day passes slowly as you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You can't stop thinking, you're trying so hard to find a solution, but it doesn't seem to be any.

You cry a lot. Out of sadness. Out of madness. You're sad, mad, and tired of this whole situation.

You're free to go away, to go back to you island, to you family and friends.

"Then why am I feeling this way?" you say to no one, as if the ceiling could answer your question.

Night comes and the anger that has been simmering inside you boils over as you storm out your room and through the halls of Big Mom’s palace. The silence of the corridors is deafening as you make your way toward the grand hall where Big Mom typically is at this hour. You feel a surge of resolve in your chest, the weight of your decision pressing you forward despite the fear that’s trying to claw its way up your throat.

You reach the door with determination, and before the guards can stop you, you fling it open, not caring about the consequences anymore. Inside, Big Mom is sitting on her throne, surrounded by a sea of sweets, papers, and half-eaten treats. Her gaze flickers up, and the surprise on her face is unmistakable. She hadn’t expected you to come charging in like this.

“Well, well, well, look who’s come to join me for a chat” she says, her voice dripping with amusement but with an edge of irritation underneath “What is it now, little fairy? Why are you even still here? You should leave before the wedding, I don't want people to see you.”

Your heart races, but you stand tall, your voice sharp and unwavering “Don’t let Katakuri marry that girl” you demand, stepping forward with purpose “I’ll stay here. I’ll stay as long as you need. But do not force him into that marriage.”

Big Mom stares at you for a long moment, her eyes narrowing in surprise, almost as if she’s trying to decipher your words. You can feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as she leans forward ever so slightly.

“You’ll stay here?” she repeats, voice dripping with incredulity “So you want to sit quietly in the corner of my palace while my son marries someone else?”

You don’t back down, even though her words feel like daggers “I’ll stay here” you say again, more firmly “But don’t make him marry someone else. I won’t let you make that choice for him.”

The smile on Big Mom’s face falters for a fraction of a second before she bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through the room, almost as if the entire situation is some grand joke. She leans back in her chair, shaking her head as if trying to regain control of her amusement.

“You really think staying here will solve anything, little fairy?” she asks, her voice cold now “I’ve already planned everything. The wedding, the cake, the guest list. Everything!” She sneers, clearly annoyed at the thought of changing her plans at this point “The wedding is tomorrow. You’ve made your decision. Katakuri made his decision to marry that girl. So, either you accept the reality or stay here as a prisoner for my collection for the rest of your life.”

Her words sting, but you hold your ground. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you’re done running “I’ll marry him.” you snap, your voice trembling but defiant “I’ll marry Katakuri. That other girl can come to the wedding. I invite her to my wedding with Katakuri, okay? I’ll marry your son!”

The words hang in the air like a challenge, and Big Mom’s eyes widen as she takes in the audacity of your declaration. For a long, long moment, she says nothing, her expression unreadable. You can see the wheels turning in her head, but you don’t dare look away. You can’t.

Finally, Big Mom stands up from her throne, her imposing figure looming over you. The room feels colder now, the air thick with tension.

“You… you would marry my son?” she asks, her voice suddenly low, dangerous “After all the things I’ve said, after all I’ve done to force you into this position, I gave you the freedom to leave, and you would still marry him?”

You nod, your heart pounding in your ears “Yes. I would. Because I want to. I want to be with him, not because you told me to, but because I chose him.”

Big Mom stares at you for another long moment, and then, without warning, she bursts into laughter again, though this time it’s more strained, almost bitter.

“Well, it seems I’ve underestimated you” she says, her tone sharp and final “Fine. You want to marry him? You can marry him.” Her eyes flash with a dangerous gleam “But make no mistake, you will not change the plans. This wedding will happen as I say it will.”

You don’t flinch, though every part of you is screaming with tension “I don’t care how it happens” you say, your voice steady “Just let me marry him. You’re right, I didn’t choose this. But I’m choosing him now. That’s what matters.”

Big Mom’s smirk softens into something more calculating “We’ll see, little fairy” she says, her voice laced with dark amusement “We’ll see how this plays out. But don’t forget… family always comes first.”

Without another word, she turns and walks toward the back of the room, leaving you standing in the center, breathing heavily. The room feels oppressive, but you hold onto your resolve. This is your decision now. You’re no longer going to let Big Mom decide your fate. You’ll marry Katakuri, not because of her, but because of what you feel for him.

The tension of the moment settles in your chest as you stand alone in the center of the room, but you can already imagine what’s to come.

You don’t know exactly what you’re hoping for when you knock on Katakuri’s door, but the moment your hand touches the door, you know this is the only thing left to do. You can’t hide anymore. The silence between you two has been stretched too thin, and tonight, before everything happens, you need to see him.

When Katakuri opens the door, his expression flickers with surprise. He’s wearing his usual expression, but there’s a flicker of confusion in his eyes when he sees you standing there, so late at night.

“Y/N?” he says, his voice low, a touch of concern lining it “What’s wrong?”

You take a breath, your words almost caught in your throat. This is it. There’s no going back now “Take me somewhere beautiful out there” you say, your voice steady but soft.

His brow furrows, and for a brief moment, you wonder if he’ll refuse. After all, there’s so much at stake, and who knows what he must be thinking. But then, his eyes soften, and he nods, the quiet trust between you unspoken.

“Alright” he replies, his voice warm but distant, as if he already anticipates what this might be. He thinks this is a goodbye.

Without another word, he leads you through the winding corridors of the palace. The moonlight spills in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor as you walk side by side, the silence enveloping you.

Eventually, he leads you outside, to a small garden at the edge of the palace grounds. It’s quiet here, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves and the distant crash of the ocean against the cliffs. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting a serene glow across the scene. The air smells fresh, calming, a place far from the drama and chaos of the palace.

You sit together on a stone bench, the world feeling vast and quiet around you. For a moment, you don’t speak. Then, you take a deep breath and reach into the bag you’ve been holding.

“Here” you say, offering him a small, carefully wrapped box. His brow furrows in confusion, and then, as he opens it, his eyes widen slightly when he sees the donuts inside.

“These are for you” you say quietly “Your favorite.”

Katakuri looks at the donuts for a long moment, as if he’s trying to read the meaning behind your simple gift. And then, he meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with so many emotions, and you see the weight of it all. He’s not saying it, but you can feel he’s expecting you to say goodbye. This is the moment where everything changes, and it’s too much for him to bear.

But that’s not why you’re here.

You reach for one of the donuts and gently hold it up to him, urging him to eat it. He hesitates for only a moment before taking it from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he does. The simple act of sharing this moment with him is everything. It’s your way of telling him that, despite it all, you care. That you didn’t want things to end this way.

“I’m not leaving” you say, your voice barely above a whisper “I’m not leaving you, Katakuri.”

His eyes widen, a slight tremor running through his hand as he sets the donut down “What… what are you saying?”

“I’m marrying you...” you continue, the words tumbling out faster now, your heart pounding in your chest “Not because of Big Mom. Not because I have to. But because I want to. I want to be with you. I’ve already made my choice. I don’t care about the wedding or the plans your mom has. I care about you, Katakuri. And I want to stay with you.”

His expression softens, disbelief and relief battling in his eyes. It’s like he’s searching for something, some kind of confirmation that this is real.

You don’t give him time to respond. Instead, you gently reach for the edge of his scarf, the one that has always been such a mystery between you two, and slowly, carefully, unwrap it. The fabric slides from his neck, revealing his bare skin beneath, and you feel his muscles tense slightly at the touch.

But you don’t stop. You let the scarf fall away entirely, your fingers brushing his skin as you tuck it aside, focusing solely on the moment, the closeness between you.

Katakuri’s breath hitches, his eyes locked onto yours. You move closer, your heart thundering in your chest, and then, without thinking twice, you lean in. Your lips meet his, tentatively at first, like a question asked in the silence. His lips are warm, soft against yours, and for a heartbeat, everything else in the world fades away.

When you pull back, you’re both breathless. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips “You’re cute” you whisper, teasing him just a little, the affection in your words unmistakable.

He doesn’t respond at first, still processing the whirlwind of emotions you’ve thrown his way. But then, his hand finds its way to your cheek, and he gently caresses it with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him before “You’re cute too” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

You lean into his touch, your heart swelling “I’ve always thought you were cute” you add, smiling even more “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying it.”

Katakuri chuckles softly, a rare and beautiful sound, his gaze softening as he looks at you, the walls around him crumbling just a little more. For the first time, he truly lets himself be vulnerable in front of you, and it’s a gift you’ll cherish forever.

“You don’t have to do this for me,” he says softly “You don’t have to stay just because of me.”

But you shake your head, your smile unwavering “I’m staying because I want to. And because I want to be with you. And... I already talked with Big Mom about it." You continue as you sigh as if all your problems just left your body "I was about to shit myself, you know? She's always so scared, I don't even know how I found the courage to storm in there, even the guards couldn't stop me. Ah... The things you make me do, Katakuri.”

He's surprised to know you did all this for him. His expression is shocked in a way you never saw before, which makes you laugh, even out of relief.

The night is calm, and the world feels right in this moment.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel at peace. The storm inside you has passed, and all that’s left is the quiet promise of tomorrow, whatever it may bring.

And with that, you close your eyes, savoring the simple joy of being here with him, right where you belong.

The day of the wedding arrives, the atmosphere of the palace tense with anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of flowers, the sound of busy footsteps echoing down the halls as servants prepare for the grand occasion.

You stand before the mirror in your room, taking in your reflection. The wedding gown, simple yet elegant, is draped across your body. It feels like a dream, and yet, this is your reality. The reality you’ve chosen. The reality with him.

You hear a knock at the door, and before you can answer, it opens. Standing there is Katakuri, dressed in his ceremonial attire, his expression calm, but there’s something different about the way he looks at you today. The usual walls are gone, replaced with an openness that you’ve never seen before. His eyes search yours, filled with an emotion you can’t quite name, tenderness, maybe. Vulnerability.

“You look beautiful” he says softly, his deep voice carrying the weight of all the unsaid things between you two.

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you can’t find the words. You glance at him, feeling the surge of emotions rising up inside of you “You don’t look too bad yourself” you reply, your voice teasing, but full of affection.

Katakuri steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he’s memorizing every detail of the moment. He reaches for the bouquet and he gently tucks a bloom behind your ear. The same purple flower he had placed there all those days ago.

A soft smile plays at the corners of your lips “You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding… but I’m glad you’re here” you whisper.

“Me too” he responds, his voice hushed, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he steps closer and places a hand over yours, holding it gently but firmly.

You don’t speak anymore. You don’t need to. The words have already been said, the vows you made to each other without ever truly speaking them aloud. This moment, this wedding, isn’t for Big Mom or the world outside. It’s for you and him, and nothing can take that away.

The ceremony starts. Big Mom watches with her eyes narrowed, but she says nothing. She might not have gotten the extravagant show she wanted, but at least you’re marrying her son. That’s enough for her, for now.

As you and Katakuri stand before the priest, the weight of the moment settles on your shoulders. There’s no grand declaration of love, no long speech about fate and destiny. It’s simpler than that. It’s a choice. A decision made in the quiet of a garden, in the soft exchange of donuts and flowers, in the quiet moments where your hearts have learned to understand each other.

“I do” you say, your voice steady and clear.

Katakuri’s gaze doesn’t waver from yours, and he speaks just as simply, just as truthfully, “I do.”

The ceremony ends, the crowd politely clapping, but in your mind, all you hear is the sound of your hearts beating in sync. Katakuri takes your hand, leading you down the aisle. There’s no fanfare, no celebration for show. Just the two of you, finally united in the way that matters most.

The rest of the day passes in a blur, between congratulations, polite smiles, an exchange of vows in front of a grand table, but you don’t notice any of it. All that matters is the hand in yours, the quiet bond you’ve built together. The two of you are no longer bound by the expectations of others. You’ve chosen each other, and that’s all that matters.

As night falls and the festivities settle, Katakuri pulls you aside, away from the prying eyes of the guests, and you find yourself in the garden where everything began. He takes a deep breath, his eyes still searching yours, and you smile softly, knowing that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

“This is just the beginning, isn’t it?” you ask, your voice light but full of meaning.

Katakuri nods slowly, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly “Yes,” he replies “It is.”

And for the first time, with all the weight of the world behind you, you feel the promise of a future that’s truly yours. No longer defined by anyone else’s expectations, but by the quiet bond you’ve built with the person who sees you. And with that, you take your first step into the future. With him by your side, you know there’s nothing you can’t face.

The wedding may have been a formality, but what lies ahead is real. And as you walk hand in hand into the night, you realize that you’ve already found what you were looking for... each other.

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Hello, this is Short Queen part 2 anon, thank you for responding to my ask, so I guess for the characters I want, can you maybe do Shanks, Crocodile, Mihawk, Katakuri, Smoker, and maybe Killer?

Short & Sweet pt.2 (Shanks, Crocodile, Mihawk, Katakuri, Smoker, Killer)

Pairings: Shanks x Reader; Crocodile x Reader; Mihawk x Reader; Katakuri x Reader; Smoker x Reader; Killer x Reader Summary: Their reaction to having a small girlfriend Warnings: Fluff, some angst & comfort, Female Reader A/N: Thank you for the ask!! I hope you like it <3 [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid, Sabo] [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Shanks -

Shanks absolutely adores your smaller form and adores having you in his hold for as long as possible. He is one who loves to tease his partner so (as long as he knows you are comfortable) he will cherish the light pout on your lips as he playfully prods at your small stature. One of his favourite things to do is to pull you into him after a long day - it doesn't matter where - and hold you to him until he feels the stress melt away; you just fit so perfectly against him.

If he ever learns that you are insecure about your looks, he is there to quickly reassure you. He will be utterly livid if he learns that your insecurities stem from those around you and their unkind words; he is not above using his powers as Emporer to put people in their place. Ultimately, it would result once again with you buried in his chest as he murmurs comforts into the depths of your skin.

"Come here babe, you're all I need."

- Crocodile -

Crocodile doesn't pay too much mind to the height or stature of his partner. As long as they are strong and cunning and kind as you are, he could scarcely complain about anything else. In saying this, however, he truly adores the feeling he gets when you look up at him with your pretty eyes. Though he does not voice compliments often, they would be reserved just for you in isolated rooms where it was just you and him; murmurs of your fawlessness only for you to hear.

If he ever learns of your insecurities, he will listen in silence as you pace the room, concerns slipping from your mouth alongside your comparisons with other women you come by. Your doubt would cause a crease to form between his brows but he continues to listen anyway knowing you needed the rant. After he sees that you are done or are starting to work yourself up, he would rise from where he observed you, quick to offer his embrace and surprising words of comfort.

"You love, are the only thing that's perfect in this world. Don't doubt yourself."

- Mihawk -

Mihawk adores you in subtle ways, and so he adores your figure in subtle ways too. He would trace your smaller hand in his as you slept by him in the early mornings. He would pull your petite form to him as he sits and reads the newspaper, your flustered expression causing a subtle smile to reach his face. He would lean down and capture your lips before he leaves his Island for whatever duties he had as a Warlord of the sea. He loves the way you would look up at him afterwards, asking him to come home safe.

You were so perfect to him, encapsulating all he could ever want from a partner and your beauty was honestly unmatched. That is why, if he hears of your insecurities he will be utterly shocked, maybe even disappointed in himself. He is usually so observant when it comes to you and your thoughts, but because of his bias of your flawlessness, he had let your concerns dictate your mind. He would be quick to pull you into his chest, deep words murmured comfortingly into your ear until you forget your insecurities.

"Love, you are utterly exquisite."

- Katakuri -

Katakuri, being one who often looms over others anyway, barely pays any mind to your stature or height. He would rather pay more mind to the things that matter, such as your loyalty and kindness and love. In fact, sometimes he would be envious of others who don't have to duck and lean down through doorways to go about their day. He does, however, adore the way you would compare your smaller hand to his on dark nights, cuddle into him as he envelops you fully, and feel your light caresses whenever he has a stressful day.

You were just perfect to him, and so if you were ever insecure of your stature, he would be utterly confused. He would be quick to comfort you, but he also cannot fathom how you feel such a way when you are just so flawless to him. If you compare yourself to other women who reside in Whole Cake Island and nitpick at your figure, he interrupts you with a kiss on the corner of your lips and his kind gaze on you.

"Love, every part of you is beautiful, it’s those qualities that make you who you are."

- Smoker -

Smoker is another who does not pay too much mind to the height or stature of his partner. He simply adores you. He may not speak of it often but he shows it in the way his touch searches for yours and in the depths of his gaze. He loves the way you would silently understand his subtle love. He loves the way you look up to him through your eyelashes or hold his larger hand in yours, a cheeky smile on your face that has him almost breaking his facade.

If he ever learns that you are insecure about your figure or height he is almost dumbfounded at the fact. The stoic marine would feel his heart crumble a bit. He may even internally scold himself for not speaking up about how perfect you were to him and affirm you that you would be all he could ever need. He would be quick to reassure you muttering words lowly to you as he pulls you into him.

"How can you think that way when you are flawless love?"

- Killer -

Killer absolutely adores you, and that adoration extends to every part of you including your figure and height. He loves how you pout up at him when you need help getting something from a higher shelf. He loves how you wrap your arms around him, barely able to contain him in your smaller embrace. He loves how you fit so perfectly into his side and how adorable you are when you smile up at him. He loves you.

If you ever tell him of your insecurities, however, he is always there to listen to them. Instead of diminishing them immediately because he knows insecurities cannot be wiped away so easily, he will listen as you rant to him about your concerns. He often mimics the way you comfort him of the face he beholds under his mask. He would pull you into him, carving his hands into the depths of your hair as he utters words of reassurance.

"You're perfect princess. Don't listen to anyone who says otherwise."

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i do not want, i NEED katakuri size difference kink with reader

I'm so glad you requested this, because I needed to write it just as badly as you need to read it! I love Katakuri, he absolutely enraptured me when I watched WCI. I really hope you enjoy!!

A Sizeable Difference

Pairing: Katakuri x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You're very aware of how much bigger your Commander is than you. You're desperate to experience that difference firsthand. Warnings: Smut, AFAB!Reader, Size Kink, Guided Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 2.5k

You need your Commander more than anything.

You’ve admired him for months, watching as he crushes what he needs to, never cruelly, but with the decisiveness expected of someone in his position. You’ve watched as he’s won every battle, effortlessly led his men, and stayed unshakably loyal to his family, not faltering for a moment. You’ve never admired a man more.

The crush started on that innocent basis.

But then you noticed just how big he was.

You had known from the start, of course. You have eyes. But to understand something academically and to truly understand it were two different things. It only began to click just how massive he was when you stood side by side with him after having proved yourself a capable fighter, and for just a single moment, he placed a hand on your shoulder.

He could pick you up with just that one hand.

From that moment on you just couldn’t help but notice the difference in size between you two, how it affected the way you interacted with the world. How strong and stable it made him seem. How big every part of him was.

In your weaker moments, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was…proportional.

You needed to get closer to him. Needed to know if there was any chance he felt the same way you did, if there was any way you enraptured him as he did you.

In all of your wildest dreams, you had never imagined this. Sitting at the end of his bed as he stands before you, eyes appreciatively taking in your figure. The discussion on whether or not you could handle him was short, as you insisted that you absolutely could, and he seemed willing to try.

“Undress yourself.”

You undress instantly, accustomed to following his orders. He removes his vest, a small show of vulnerability, but his scarf and pants stay noticeably on.

“Touch yourself.” His voice rings through the room, sending a shiver up your spine as you curl in on yourself a bit. His eyes are piercing, tearing through your flimsy defenses and laying you bare beneath his gaze in every sense of the word. You cannot help but avoid looking straight at him.

You slowly inch your fingers down to your entrance, where you’re dripping with need just from the sound of his voice. You want to please him, want to prove to him you’re worth this effort, worth his attention, but you can feel his gaze tearing through you and you can’t help your fingers pausing just before they make it to their destination. Your breathing has quickened, your shoulders tense, as you try to force yourself through the moment.

“Calm down, sweet thing,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you thought possible. “This isn’t a performance. I just need to make sure you can take it.”

You try to calm your breathing, but he’s so beautiful and powerful and strong and you cannot help but feel like you’re letting him down.

“Hey.” You feel a large finger on your chin, tipping your head up, and you finally look him in the eyes. Instead of his usual guarded gaze, you see nothing but care, concern, and desire in them. “This is for your own comfort and safety. If it’s too much for you, then it won’t happen. You don’t need to pressure yourself.”

You take a deep breath. Katakuri is being gentle with you, kind in a way you didn’t think you deserved. You want more than anything to please him. You force the words out. “But I want this. Want you.”

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he gives what you think is a small smile from behind his scarf. His voice is calm and reassuring, though no less commanding. “Then continue.”

You insert your finger slowly, testing the waters, before adding another, slowly stretching yourself out for him. Your other hand traces down from your collarbone to your chest, rolling your nipples between your fingertips and making you bite your lip. A moan rumbles through his chest as he watches you. Your eyes drift down to his shorts, and you can see exactly how much you’re affecting him. He’s huge, and you imagine what he’ll feel like inside of you. He’ll threaten to tear you in two, his hands engulfing you as his hips meet yours, and you’ll thank him for whatever comes next, whether it be pleasure or pain. 

Your next finger slides in easily, your wetness audible as you continue to piston your fingers in and out of your cunt.

“Good work,” Katakuri rumbles, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “God, look at you.”

You preen under his praise, forcing your way past your hesitation and embarrassment to spread your thighs wider for him to show off. He groans quietly, palming his bulge through his pants. You scissor your fingers, showing off how wet you are, and you finally get a taste of what you want as he reaches out a hand to you.

“Take a deep breath.” He gently pulls your hand away, the size of his dwarfing yours, before you gasp at the feeling of something large and blunt pressing against your entrance, stretching you even further than you were before.

You look down to see it’s only one finger.

“Good,” he coos. He slowly begins to slide his way in, reveling in your tightness around his digit. For a moment he’s satisfied with just this, just your pleasure and the honor of participating in it, but then you clench around him, moaning his name as you lean forward and dig your nails into his wrist, and he knows that come hell or high water he will be inside of you tonight. Once he bottoms out, he checks in on you again, finding your face flushed, your eyes wet with tears. “Do you need a moment?”

“No. Move, please.”

He could never deny you.

He starts slow, pulling inch by tortuous inch of his finger out of you, feeling the way your body fights to hold him in, before letting you suck him back in. You cry out again, a noise of pure ecstasy that makes him want to pin you down and pound into you until you can no longer speak or think anything other than his name. But Katakuri is nothing if not a controlled man, and he would not put his own wants above your comfort, not now, not ever. 

“Katauri,” you whine pathetically. “Why am I the only one undressed?” You look up at him pleadingly, desperate for just a glimpse of the treat he’s hiding away from you, and he can’t help but give in. He doesn’t stop his movements as he slowly reaches down and unbuttons his pants, deftly undoing his various belts and buckles while still granting you the fullness you’re so desperate for. It only takes him a moment to free himself, and you’re awestruck by his beauty: his cock is massive and dripping with precum, and you know for certain it will not fit inside you.

That will not stop you from trying.

His hand hesitates at his scarf, and you see uncharacteristic anxiety in his eyes for just a single moment. Once he makes eye contact with you, it’s quickly replaced by determination as he removes it in one swift motion.

His scarf falls, and you finally see him in his full beauty. You see his teeth, and for a moment you imagine them wrapping around your neck, or pressing against your thighs as his tongue explores you. You hear him suppress a moan as you clench around his finger at the thought.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur, almost involuntarily. The words make their way out before you even process you’ve opened your mouth.

He doesn’t say anything in response. Instead he takes a deep, steadying breath before inserting a second finger into you. You’re stretched to the brim, breaths coming in small pants as you struggle to accommodate him. A bead of sweat falls down your forehead, and you can see his eyes follow its path from your face down your neck, between your breasts, and further down still. His words come out unsteady. “Do–do you–”

“Don’t you dare stop,” you hiss, hips jerking to force him in deeper. “If I can’t handle it I will tell you.”

He smiles, teeth bared. “Of course.”

The delightful stretch continues, pushing your body to its limit as you find your thighs spread wider than you thought physically possible. He scissors his fingers, testing you, and you can see the relief on his face when your response is one of pleasure and not pain. His unoccupied hand reaches down for his cock, pumping it lightly, and you can feel your mouth water at the sight.

“Need more,” you whine, purposefully clenching around his fingers. You can see his grip on himself tighten as he looks at you, spread and ready, wanton and waiting. “I can handle it, please. Let me prove it.”

He gives a shuttering breath as he slowly pulls his fingers from you and finds them absolutely dripping. You watch with rapt attention as he slowly pulls them to his face and opens his mouth, his wet tongue shooting out to wrap around them. He groans at the taste as he thoroughly cleans every inch of his fingers, ensuring not a single drop of you goes to waste. “Delicious,” he murmurs quietly, his eyes a little unfocused as he briefly loses himself in his euphoria. 

The sound of you shifting brings him back to himself, and you can’t help the excited grin you give him as he reaches a hand down to line himself up. His other hand wraps around your midsection, the weight comforting as he gently but firmly holds you in place. You couldn’t move an inch if he really wanted you to hold you there, and the thought makes you wetter still.

“Are you ready?” His voice is deeper than before, and you wonder if perhaps his desire for you has caused his usually unshakable will to start to crumble.

“Please,” you whimper, your voice pathetic and needy.

He goes slow, his tip pushing against your entrance and struggling to fit. He presses gently, but insistently, as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing everything in your power to relax. “You’re doing great,” he whispers. “Just a little more.”

You can feel as it finally slips inside, your breath catching at the sensation. He doesn’t move for a moment, allowing you to adjust, and instead of whining like earlier you gratefully take it. It doesn’t hurt, not quite, but you’re at the precipice between pleasure and pain and a sudden movement could easily push you over the edge.

“Great work. Just like that.” After a breath, he presses his hand a bit harder on your stomach, steadying both of you, before he slides in just an inch more. “Yes, just like that, sweet thing.”

Another inch.

Another.

And another.

He whispers quiet praise for you, leaning down to kiss your forehead as he continues to stretch you. You don’t know when you started crying, overwhelmed by the sensation of it all, but he gently hushes you as he continues moving. Neither of you want him to stop, too ready to experience this in its entirety, too afraid stopping will ruin your momentum and prove without a doubt you cannot handle him.

You will handle him.

“Just a little more,” he mutters. “Almost there.”

You feel as though you’re going to burst, but you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax further, and to your surprise you can feel his hips against yours.

“I did it,” you babble breathlessly.

“You did.” He lifts his hand to see the bulge in your belly as you accommodate him. He’s nearly drooling at the sight of you so small beneath him, your pretty lips open wide as you pant out his name. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair stuck to your face by the sweat, your eyes unfocused as you enjoy the feeling of him splitting you in two. You’ve never looked more beautiful.

He pulls back torturously slow, sliding back in with caution. The second thrust is a little faster, and the third a little faster than that.

He is by no means pounding you into the ground, unwilling to test your limits so far on the first try, but his pace is steady and strong as he leans over you, desperately holding himself back from slamming into your hips so hard they may shatter.

“Katakuri!” Your breasts bounce with every thrust, your tongue hanging from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. You try to say something, anything, but the only thing that leaves your mouth is his name, again and again and again. You’ve never felt this full before in your life, the feeling as wonderful as it is overwhelming. Part of you wants to kick him away to catch your breath and ground yourself, but the rest wants him to pump you so full you’re dripping with him for days.

You can feel the tension spread through your body, your cunt grasping tighter around him, as he continues to rut into you without a moment’s pause.

“You’re going to cum,” he pants. It isn’t dirty talk or a prediction; he says it as though it is simple fact. His next words are a command. “Do it. For me.”

How could you deny a direct command?

You come unraveled in an instant, your body trying in vain to pull him even deeper as you cum. He tries to keep his pace steady, to help you ride through your pleasure, but you can feel his hips stutter as he reaches his own peak at the feeling of yours. He presses his forehead to the sheets, your entire body covered by his midriff as he tries to catch his breath.

You bask in the feeling of safety underneath him, the feeling of fullness as he continues to stretch you as far as you can go, before he comes back to himself and slowly begins to pull out. The moment his cock leaves you, cum drips onto the mattress, staining the sheets, and you pout as he pulls away from you, leaving you cold and exposed.

“I’ll run you a bath.”

“Can’t you stay a moment?”

“I think we’ve neglected your wellbeing enough today.”

You want to argue, but the moment you try to sit up, you hiss, and you know you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow. You instead watch silently as he redresses, hiding his beautiful face from the world. You almost expect him to leave without a word, readorn the mask he wears outside of this room, but at the last moment he turns back to you, eyes fond. His hand gently pets your head, his touch so kind it makes your chest hurt.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises. You trust that he will.

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[arkaiveofurown]

Hii! How are you

So I'm new here, idk if you take requests, but if you do, could you please write something about katakuri? Like big mom arranges Katakuri's secret lover's marriage with oven or cracker. But katakuri speaks up (for the first time) against his mom.

Braver Than Silence

Pairing: Charlotte Katakuri x Reader

He was raised to hide everything soft and vulnerable—his mouth, his thoughts, his love. But in your light, Katakuri found something he never thought he deserved: freedom. And when Big Mom threatens to take you away, he learns that some truths must be spoken, even if it means defiance.

Word Count: ~2,900 words

tag: fluff, secret relationship, family conflict

my masterlist here ♡

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a/n: this is such a nice request——thank you so much! it’s my first time writing about katakuri and i really hope i did him justice (⸝⸝╸-╺⸝⸝)

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Katakuri doesn’t speak much.

He watches. He calculates. He acts only when necessary.

But you know more.

You know how his eyes soften when you smile. How his shoulders relax when you brush his hand. How his scarf sometimes slips when you’re alone and he doesn’t rush to pull it back.

He doesn’t say, I love you.

He doesn’t have to.

Because when you sit together on the cliffs just outside Totto Land’s borders, you rest your head against his shoulder, and he lets the silence hold the meaning.

“Do you think she’ll ever know?” you ask softly, referring to Big Mom.

Katakuri is still. “If she finds out, she’ll take you away.”

You nod.

And neither of you say what you both feel—because even in your secret, the danger is real.

Still, he brushes your pinkie with his, letting it curl around yours.

He’ll protect you.

Even if he never says it.

⸻

It happens at a banquet.

The room is filled with laughter and sweet, dripping wine. Crackers crunch under feet and the table overflows with frosting, pastries, and fresh meat.

You’re helping Smoothie with the seating arrangements when Big Mom’s voice cuts across the room:

“I’ve decided it’s time. You’ll marry into the family officially.”

You freeze.

“I’ve chosen Cracker,” she continues, smiling wide. “He’ll treat you well. You’ve been around long enough to be trusted. This is good for Totto Land.”

The room goes quiet—except for Cracker, who gives you a smug little grin.

You feel Katakuri’s stare before you even look.

But he doesn’t say anything.

Of course he doesn’t.

Of course he will always put the Charlotte Family first. He upholds their pride and status above all else. That’s how he was raised. That’s who he’s always been.

Of course it’s them over anyone else.

Even over you.

Even over himself.

⸻

You don’t cry—not until you’re alone.

When Katakuri finds you that night, he says nothing at first. He just closes the door behind him, the click of the lock soft, heavy.

You face away from him, staring at the cold mirror in your room.

“I can’t marry him,” you whisper. “I can’t even pretend to want it.”

He steps closer, and you feel the heat of his body behind yours.

“It’s not your fault,” he says quietly.

“It’s yours?” you snap. “For not saying anything? For always hiding me like I’m a shameful secret?”

The air thickens.

“If I told her, she’d hurt you,” he says. “You know she would.”

“So what?” Your voice breaks. “I’m just something you visit in the dark while your mother decides my future?”

He flinches—but doesn’t move.

“I love you,” you say finally, trembling. “But I won’t survive this if I’m treated like nothing.”

Silence.

Then, low:

“You’re not nothing,” he says.

You turn your face halfway toward him.

“Then why are you always quiet when it matters?”

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then:

“I wasn’t afraid she’d say no.”

You look at him.

“I was afraid she’d say yes.”

He steps around you slowly, enough for you to see his eyes. Not just shadowed by his scarf, but guarded. Worn.

“I’m afraid of what she’d do if she knew.”

You stare at him.

“To her, love isn’t sacred. It’s… strategy,” he says, voice rough. “Everything personal is a tool. If she knew how much I loved you, you wouldn’t be safe. You wouldn’t be yours anymore. You’d stop being someone I chose—and become someone she controls.”

He looks away, jaw tight.

“She’d use you against me. Or worse—decide to ‘correct’ me by handing you to someone she could command more easily. Someone obedient. Someone like Cracker, just so she could show her dominance.”

You blink hard, something cold crawling down your spine.

“She wouldn’t be giving you a place in the family,” Katakuri says. “She’d be taking you from me.”

You stay quiet.

He lowers his voice even further. “That’s why I never said anything. Not because I’m ashamed. Not because I doubt you. But because the moment you’re exposed, you’re no longer mine. You’re Mama’s… ”

His eyes lift to meet yours again—something raw flickering in them now.

“I didn’t want to lose you to her.”

⸻

Katakuri doesn’t sleep that night.

He stands on the balcony, arms crossed, scarf pushed down. The moon reflects off his sharp features, jaw tight with thought.

Brûlée appears behind him.

“You’re thinking about her.”

He doesn’t deny it.

Brûlée sighs. “You always protected your siblings. Even when you hated them. But this—this is different.”

Katakuri doesn’t answer.

“Are you going to let her go?” she asks softly.

And his jaw clenches.

“No,” he says. “Not this time.”

⸻

It’s rare for Katakuri to speak in front of the family.

Even rarer to challenge Big Mom.

The room is full again—this time for a wedding announcement feast.

You’re standing beside Cracker, your face numb, hands clenched behind your dress. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but the cold weight of the moment makes it hard to breathe.

Katakuri enters late, his scarf half-lowered, his mouth visible.

Gasps echo as he speaks.

“She’s not marrying Cracker.”

Big Mom’s grin falters, eyes narrowing.

“What was that, Katakuri?”

“She’s not marrying anyone,” he repeats, his voice like steel. “She’s mine.”

The room goes dead silent.

Then chaos.

Cracker shouts. Smoothie drops her drink. Perospero starts laughing.

And Big Mom stands, her towering figure looming over the room.

“You went behind my back?” she roars.

“I protected her from you,” Katakuri replies, his voice calm but unwavering. “Because I knew what you’d do if you found out.”

Big Mom’s eyes flare with rage.

“And you thought I wouldn’t control you?” she spits, her voice dripping with venom.

Katakuri takes a step forward, his presence growing more intense. He stands taller now, his usual reserve slipping away for the first time in years.

“I’m not your soldier anymore,” he says, his tone full of finality.

The tension in the room is suffocating—everyone watches, breath held.

Big Mom’s eyes narrow dangerously. “You think you can just defy me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

“I’ve spent my life protecting this family, but this time… I won’t let you control her,” Katakuri says, his voice softer now, but no less fierce. He’s speaking from the heart. “I’m done letting you decide who belongs to who. She isn’t a pawn in your game.”

He pauses, his eyes now searching for yours, as if he draws strength from you.

“And she’s never been a pawn,” he continues, voice thick with emotion. “She’s the one who’s always accepted me—all of me. My flaws, my imperfections, the things I’m not proud of. She loves me for who I am. Not because of the family name, not because of what I represent, but because she sees me. For the first time in my life, someone sees me for who I am, and that is what I won’t let you take from me.”

You stand there, stunned by his words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest despite the storm that rages around you. But it’s the way he looks at you that holds your attention the most—the quiet, raw tenderness beneath all his resolve.

Big Mom’s face contorts with rage and disbelief. “This is the son I raised? A traitor who chooses his love over his family?”

Katakuri doesn’t flinch. “I choose her because she’s made me see something you never let me have—freedom. I choose her because I finally know what it means to be myself, not just the thing you made me into.”

Big Mom’s fists clench, shaking with fury. “You are my son. My right hand. You owe everything to this family. And you—”

Katakuri interrupts her, his voice finally cracking the surface of his usual calm. “I don’t owe everything to you. I owe my loyalty to the family, yes. But I owe my heart to her.”

The silence is deafening now.

Katakuri steps closer to you, his hand reaching out for yours. “Come here,” he says, his voice quieter now but full of an undeniable pull.

You move before you think, your feet carrying you to him instinctively. His hand takes yours, fingers firm and grounding, as though they’re the only solid thing in the room. His grip tells you everything—you’re not a secret. You’re not something to be hidden anymore. He’s done hiding.

And for the first time, you see fear in Big Mom’s eyes.

Because she’s losing control.

Of him.

⸻

You’re sitting beside him in his private quarters, the storm long passed.

He didn’t let go of your hand the entire time.

You rest your head on his shoulder now, feeling the way his heartbeat finally begins to slow.

“Do you regret it?” you whisper.

“No.”

A pause.

“I should have told her long ago,” he murmurs. “But I was afraid.”

“You’re not afraid of anything.”

“I’m afraid of losing you.”

You tilt your face up to him.

“And you didn’t,” you whisper.

He pulls his scarf down completely.

And kisses you.

Not in secret. Not in shadow.

But in light.

Braver.

[merbear25]

Hey!! How is your day going? I have a request, could you do Katakuri, Crocodile, and Mihawk with a Fem S/O with a breeding kink :)

Hello! My day has been fabulous now that I was able to write such a great request. I don’t know what happened but these came out much longer than anticipated. I hope you like what I’ve written for you and wish you a wonderful day/night. 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, breeding kink, creampie, established relationship

Their s/o having a breeding kink (Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk)

Katakuri: He was very much questioning why you would want to risk bringing a child into his family. With such uncertainty of what could come, the potential dangers that came with being tied to his mother made him hesitant to bring a child into that. 

Oh but how he adored you; there were times he caught himself lost in thought—an image of you holding his child with such affection, looking at them with nothing but fondness was painted in his imagination. Listening to you share the vision of the family you saw with him unearthed something that had remained dormant for many years: a loving family of his own.

Despite his reluctance to make such fantasies a reality, your sweet pleas and gentle touches only continued to bring such a suppressed want further into the light. You were far too perfect for this world—too perfect for him. And yet, he found himself entertaining this idea more and more often.

It wasn’t as simple as you made it out to be, but perhaps you were already aware of that. He wasn’t one to throw caution to the wind and willingly surrender himself to wicked whims. If there was a chance that he’d impregnate you, there needed to be a plan set in place. At least that way, he would be able to fill you as much as either of you wanted.

As you curled up closer to him in bed, he instinctively wrapped you up in his arms. The mutual yearning to feel both physically and emotionally connected never subsided, and in fact was heightened when you laid together—your warm bodies finding solace in each other. The temptation to have such an innocent display of affection turn into something more was an option which was never off of the table.

When the two of you were alone, the rest of the world was of no importance. Such moments with you deserved to be cherished: savoring the way your skin felt under his hands, the way you whimpered when he gripped the fat on your hips, and the soft huffs you made as he caressed you. 

You would look exquisite with a round belly; the thought crept up on him. But despite how sudden such a thought was, his fingers kneaded your soft skin and lingered on the fattier parts. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining how perfect your body was to carry a child—his child.

He slipped his hand between your thighs, teasing you as his long fingers glided against your clit. 

Leaning in closely, his voice was barely above a whisper, “You want to have a baby with me?” A question that bore part of his worries that you’d change your mind.

The vulnerability he had couldn’t be missed. “I’d love nothing more.” You let your heart guide you in that moment, allowing the sincerity in your words to console any doubts.

His lips twitched for a moment, hinting at how deeply your words touched him. Swiftly, he leaned in to capture your lips all while sliding his fingers into you. Even after the many times you gave yourself to him, preparation was always a necessity.

Your slick arousal coated his fingers, which made you appear even more delectable—ripe for his seed.

“Come here,” he breathed, pulling you into a better position.

Aligning his tip with your entrance, he eased his way in to give your body time to adjust. With your walls accommodating his size, spasming from his girth stretching you, they were eager to have him coat them. 

“Just like that,” you mused as he picked up the pace. Your hands gripped at his arms tightly to brace yourself for the increasing collision.

Raw emotions entwining with lustful urges created a symphony of shared euphoria. Your soft, sweet moans transforming into feral grunts were making it difficult not to let go right there and then. However, that need to watch the ecstasy washing over your trembling form kept him from entirely losing control.

“Want a baby?”

“Yes!”

“Want me to cum in you again and again till I knock you up?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” You cried as his thrusts became more ruthless.

Witnessing that euphoric peak wrecking you, your climax covering his cock: it was more than he could bear. With a final thrust, he released deep within your womb—beads of it spilling out of you from the intense brunt.

Holding you there for a moment longer, the both of you basked in the afterglow of your shared passion. With the high subsiding, your tenderness peaked through again.

“You’re going to make such a great father.”

He cuddled you closer and cradled you in his arms, his touch never straying from affectionate. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and lazily stroked your side with his thumb.

“Our child deserves nothing less.”

Crocodile: He’d never put much thought into having a family. That didn’t mean that he was ruling it out entirely but given his line of work, it was far from the ideal environment to raise children. In spite of this, he couldn’t deny the fantasies of you filled to the brim with his cum. If that led to a pregnancy, then so be it.

Being one to hold back on diving head first into fantasies and choosing to weigh the pros and cons of any and every situation, he still had needs. He still had wants, and if there was going to be anyone suited to bear his children, it was you.

Coming to him in your vulnerable state and opening up to him about these fantasies you had only piqued his own. He mulled over how prepared the both of you would be to potentially bring a child into the relationship and decided that whatever happened would be taken care of.

You were, afterall, the one he cherished above all others. Giving into you sweet desires of starting a family with him would be an adventure he wasn’t opposed to.

With the hours he worked, however, it put a pin in the whole thing. He didn’t like it any more than you did, but there wasn’t any chance that he’d cut corners or take extra time off—your escapades would just need to be put on hold for the time being.

Being cooped up in his office all day, the moon holding high in the sky was the only indication for him that perhaps he’d been too absorbed in business. When the door creaked open, he assumed it was one of his employees. 

“It’s too late to bother me with anything trivial, you know,” he warned.

When you slipped past the mahogany door, he leaned back and smirked at your attire: a form fitted nightgown with silk fabric that complimented each and every curve which graced your body.

Leaving the doorway, you slowly made your way over to him. Your tired expression was feigned as you asked when he was planning to join you in bed.

Moving back from his desk, he patted his lap. While you made yourself comfortable, he placed his hand on your inner thigh..

 “Are you really so needy that you can’t go to bed without me?” he teased.

You let out a deep sigh, playing with the buttons on his vest. “I can’t help it if I sleep better when you’re lying next to me.”

You were such a little minx, weren’t you? Well, if you were so desperate for his attention, he was more than happy to give it to you.

His heart was pounding as he pressed his lips against yours. When you parted yours slightly, he greedily swirled his tongue against yours, which earned him a lust soaked moan.

You parted your legs, allowing him easier access to which he gladly took advantage of. The cool gold of his rings trailing up your thigh sent shivers down your spine. Your breath hitched when his fingers found their way to your folds.

He growled into your kiss. “Not even wearing panties? Such a naughty little thing.” 

His teeth grazed your neck, causing your breaths to shake. Having made you wait for as long as he had, your poor needs not being met, he shoved a finger into your weeping pussy and pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit—rubbing it relentlessly.

As you quaked and panted on his lap, his gaze grew darker. With the soft hue of the fireplace and the moonlight peaking through the window, them highlighting your features made him hungrier for you.

The rush of his fingers making you squirm when there were papers of questionable deeds scattered on his desk only made you wilder with lust.

You pawed at his dress-pants, unbuttoning them so you could feel how much he wanted you. After just a few strokes he commanded you to sit on it, which you gladly obeyed.

The girth of his full erection made you cry out. The sudden twinges as your body adjusted caused your back to arch, taking him more easily. With your movements steady and slow, a firm slap on your ass was your incentive to pick up the pace.

Your bounces plunged him deeper and deeper into you, leaving you a trembling mess. Each gasp you made, each plea for him to cum in you and give you the family you so desperately wanted was like music to his ears. 

“Don’t worry, dear,” his tone husky from his own release building. “You’ll have your baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

He gripped your hip and took control, thrusting into you with abandon. You collapsed on him, clinging to him for dear life as the sounds of his cock slapping against your wet cunt echoed in the room. When coupled with your sobs of ecstasy, both of your climaxes were just within reach.

With his final thrust sending you over the edge, his own release followed suit. As he pumped each drop into you, the soft gasps passing your lips never failed to add to your allure.

“Now, then,” he said breathlessly. “Will you please go off to bed, so I can finish up here?”

With a firm kiss planted on your temple, you knew you wouldn’t have to wait long for him to join you for the night.

Mihawk: He had entertained the thought of having a child and raising a family before but due to his reputation, it wasn’t exactly a safe environment for them to grow up in. Having a family would mean making them a larger target for enemies, as well—something that he wouldn’t want to burden them with much less himself.

However, when you and him were relaxing under the shade one warm summer’s day, you thought it was the perfect moment to share your wants to start a family with him. Hearing you explain it the way you did, watching your features growing darker to create a faint pull of seduction was eye-opening. 

Coming to the realization that you saw this as a kink was, quite frankly, off-putting. Yet, you assured him that you truly did want to have a child with him. Holding his hand in yours, the sincerity wrapping your words was enough to convince him—plus, the image of your little one pitter pattering down the hall was one he wanted to make a reality.

He did his best to set time aside for you, but it wasn’t always something he could promise. With your schedules keeping the both of you in dry spells, some improvisation became more and more appealing to him. 

When you were wiping down the counters in the kitchen, the way your hair framed your face and the concentrated expression you were wearing made you that much more beautiful. Seeing you were starting to move on to the dishes, he took you by the hand and pulled you into an embrace.

“Why don’t you let me take care of those later?”

His suave delivery got you nodding slowly. As he swayed you back and forth, brushing your hips together, there was no denying the spark that had been ignited.

With the pools of desire deepening in your eyes, he brought your hand to his lips. Maintaining eye contact as he traced your delicate fingers with light kisses, he kept track of each subtlety that graced your perfect face.

Lacing his fingers with yours, his other hand cupped the small of your back. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You look absolutely ravishing today, my love.”

His hand traveled lower down your back, taking a handful of your backside while pulling you into a searing kiss. As the kiss deepened, your control was quick to wane. With such adoration being passed to each other through parted lips and bated breath, the temptation to take you was all too inviting not to succumb to.

Never breaking your kiss, both of his hands slid up your dress. His fingers gripped the soft skin you kept hidden under the cotton fabric. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, his hands roamed under your underwear’s surface. Each graze across your ass pulled you deeper into your desires, his teasing touch making your core ache for more.

Pulling away from the kiss, he kept his gaze on yours. As he reached around, pressing you firmly against him, the trembling of your legs was the response he’d been craving.

“It would seem I kept you waiting for too long,” he whispered while soaking his fingers in your throbbing pussy. “My apologies, love.”

As you shook and quaked on his fingers, he lathered your sensitive neck with nips and kisses. 

“Dracule,” you breathed. “Make me a mom…wanna have your baby so badly.” Your love-soaked sobs of devotion struck straight through to his core. 

He placed one more fiery kiss before promptly bending you over the island counter. You eagerly tugged your dress up, presenting the arousal pooling in the fabric.

Wanting to soak in devine display, he planted his hands on your cheeks, gripping them tightly, kneading and shaking them. With one swift motion, he ripped your underwear down to your knees. A trail of your wetness snapped up from it, causing him to revel at the state you were in.

Gripping his cock, he teased your opening to further hear your sweet whimpers before plunging between your sopping lips. Your body readily accepted him, already desperate for more. 

His movements started off steady and deliberate with a clear aim in mind. As he picked up the pace, the sensation of you gripping around him was proving to be a test of his self-control.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful mother.” His words wrapped around you, leaving you breathless.

The harder he slammed into you, the more the chilled countertops adapted to your shared warmth—an offer of a temporary haven to conceive the child you both so desperately wanted.

Your whimpers grew into groans dripping with euphoria, echoing throughout the castle’s kitchen. Clawing at the surface, digging your fingers into it: you could feel yourself teetering on the edge. You gasped and cursed as he hit that sweet spot at just the right moment.

Feeling you clamp around him, pulsating from the velocity of your sudden undoing shattered any remainder of control he thought he still had.

Spilling every ounce of himself into you, the image of the family you were both trying for lingered in your minds. His hands caressed your shaky form, providing a balm for the high you’d just shared.

You eased yourself off of the now warmed counter and pulled him into a kiss which spoke to your unwavering devotion to him.

“Let’s not leave such a long gap next time,” you cupped his face, and he was inclined to agree with you.

[moonydustx]

a/n: quick idea, quick text

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of stretch marks, insecurity.

Katakuri x F!Reader

At first, Katakuri thought this arranged marriage was a bad idea, he considered himself strong enough to not need to benefit his mother with an additional alliance. At first, he hesitated to insist on such an idea of ​​defying his own mother, of going against all the principles he had known until then.

Until you show up. Your sweet presence was worth everything he could face. It was worth every enemy he would defeat, every dispute he fought.

It was worth it even more when he came home on days like that. Finding you in front of the mirror, wearing only baggy pants and a bra. Your damp skin indicated that you had just gotten out of the shower and your highlighted belly showed the most beautiful thing the two of you had ever done. The babies that grew there, your little family that took shape.

Realizing that he hadn't been noticed yet, he stood there on the doorstep, staring at you some more. Although the sight was adorable to him, you turning from side to side, analyzing your pregnant belly against the mirror, the downcast expression denoted that something was wrong.

"Hey my sweet." He said in a low tone, trying not to startle you.

"Oh love, you're here!" You went to him, letting his arms take you in a hug. "How are you?"

"Even better now that I have you in my arms." he let your face deepen against his body, feeling you sigh deeply. "What worries you, my love?"

"Nothing, don't worry." You let go of him, walking slowly and sitting on the huge bed you shared. "Apart from our little angels who discovered where my ribs are."

"It looks like they're give you such a hard time." touching your chin, Katakuri tried to get you to look at him. "However, I know when something affects your mind. What happened?"

"Nothing, it's just…" he again saw you checking in the mirror before looking back at him. "Just some nonsense."

"I can sense from here that it's not nonsense for you. Say it." he said more firmly, knowing that if he allowed it, you would let the worry drain away from him.

"All these marks, all these changes." you noticed the recent stretch marks on the side of your body. "All these scars. You know that when the babies are born, they're still here, don't you?"

A murmur from him indicated much more that you could continue talking, if you paid attention, you would notice on his face that he didn't understand what you were getting at.

"With all the new weight, all the new marks. I… I'm afraid you won't like me anymore. I mean, that woman you once married will be only in your memory." the confession came out accompanied by a light laugh from your own lips. "Now that I say it, well, it sounds silly, doesn't it?"

"Come here." Katakuri just said, guiding you back in front of the mirror.

Even though your heights weren't that different, he was still much taller than you and even behind you, you could still see every part of his silhouette. That's why it wasn't difficult for you to see him discarding the fuzzy cloth that was always in front of his mouth.

"Does this bother you?" He pointed to one side of his mouth and saw you shake your head. "And this one?"

"Neither."

"Do any of my other scars bother you?" you just shook your head once again. Your voice hiding along with some emotions stuck in your throat. "Do you remember what you said when you saw it the first time?"

"A beautiful addition to the vision of the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen." you repeated in a low tone, feeling one of his hands trace the small stretch marks on your stomach.

"You will be bearing the most precious thing I could ever dream of." he pointed out. "These marks are nothing but beautiful additions to the most beautiful thing I have ever seen you make. When our children encounter this world, these marks will then be a reminder of the place they came from." Before you felt his kiss against your cheek, you felt him wiping away the tears you hadn't even noticed you had shed.

"Kata…"

"It's okay, I understand there are a lot of changes, but I want, I need you to know that no matter how much your body changes, I love you. Only you." he gently turned you towards him, placing a light kiss on your lips. "What do you think if I make our dinner and then I can massage you and try to alleviate some of your pain."

"Sounds amazing to me."

"So it's amazing for me too." He bent down and touched your belly. "And you my sweet angels, aim for something outside your mother's ribs."

With a quick kiss, you watched Katakuri leave the bedroom of the huge house and head towards the kitchen. As if the babies understood him, the kicks seemed lighter. And for you, the empty room and the mirror that bothered you were no longer interesting. You needed to contemplate the beautiful vision of your husband cooking for you.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

May I please request a scenario with Yandere katakuri,loki and King from one piece where the reader is too scared of them to try escaping or running away

Another Yandere request I keep getting those, I wonder why. This was a lot of fun to write.

🍩Katakuri🍩

Word Count: 193

Running away wasn’t an option, you had long given up on running away the moment he captured you. He kept you in the mirror prison that only he and his sister Brûlée could access in a small house he created in way he thought you would enjoy. He kept telling you it was for safety…for your safety that he wouldn’t let you leave the mirror world. His family would hurt you, which was something he told you

You weren’t sure if what he said was true when usually he spoke so highly of his family when he visited.  Your conversation with him was usually silent, offering you special treats he brought you while silently stroking your head. You felt like his pet, a pet that couldn’t escape from him.

“My good little pet,” he told you, “We will start our own family soon,” he often would talk about starting a family with you. He wanted a huge family just like his own. You shivered at thought but stayed silent your head on his lap while he munched on the many snacks he brought you.  You would be his good little pet forever after.

⛓️Loki ⛓️

Word Count: 163

You watched horrified, you wanted to scream but you couldn’t, any sound you made would catch the giant’s attention. His tongue stuck out and he grinned wickedly as the fire was consuming your country. You could hear the screams of your people, your friends your family as the fire was growing larger, you stared at the monstruous giant who grinned at you his tongue still out.

“Mine,” were his only words. You could feel his eyes staring down at you, piercing your soul even if his helmet hid his eyes. “Mine,” he repeated.

You had made the foolish mistake of smiling at the giant bringing him to your island, showing him such kindness but rejecting his love. You were just being nice, and he fell in love, plucking a lone flower from the hill he brought you too. The same hill you had rejected him just this morning.

“Will you be mine?” he questioned again and this time you couldn’t refuse. You nodded solemnly.  You will be his.

👑 King👑

Word Count: 195

He kept you locked up, treated you more like an animal but he would “reward” you with special kisses when you obeyed him. And only every once in a while, would you be allowed to walk with him outside your cage.

You would stand there while he got your “ready” as he once described it with a satisfied smirk. His white hair failing over his face before giving you a simple kiss on your lips. He put the collar on you, tugging on it pushing you closer to him.  His eyes staring at you waiting for what you would say.

You knew better to say anything without his permission you couldn’t move till he gave you permission. If did anything that would displease him, he would lock you back in the cage. You couldn’t get away; you were trapped forever to be his plaything. You had long given up on running away and he smirked knowing he had broken you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he tugged on your chain again and you began moving behind him. Before he stared at you once again “rewarding” you with a kiss. You just accepted, accepted your fate.

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Katakuri x reader (forced marriage just like Sanji's one)

Thank you for your patience on this one!!

Not So Bad After All (Katakuri x F!Reader)

Summary: You and Katakuri have been forced to marry, and it’s your wedding night.

Pairing: Charlotte Katakuri x F!Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 1102

Warnings: none

Notes: Left this one a little short but I’m def open to writing more with Katakuri!

You’d never once thought your wedding night would be like this.

Alone in a couples suite in a strange, unfamiliar kingdom, married to a man you barely knew—the son of one of the Four Emperors.

Not just any of the Four Emperors, either. Charlotte Linlin—aka Big Mom—arguably the most ruthless of them. You should’ve known that she’d take an interest in your family at some point, given the success of your father’s confection company, because one day that dreaded letter had arrived, inviting you—not any of your brothers or sisters—to tea. And no one refused an invitation to tea from Big Mom.

It hadn’t taken long for you to learn what the Empress wanted from you—or rather, your family. She wanted a share of your father’s company—the profits and the confections—and wouldn’t take no for an answer. You and the rest of your family were far taller than the average human, and upon learning this, Big Mom couldn’t have been more delighted. For years she had been eager to marry off one of her oldest sons—a man sixteen feet in height—and you, being the oldest of your siblings, were chosen to be his bride, whether you liked it or not. For her, it was all too sweet a deal.

Now, as of tonight, you were married to Charlotte Katakuri.

You and your family had been promptly brought to Whole Cake Island, but in the four days you’d been here, you’d only seen the man himself twice; the first time, to be formally introduced, then the second time was meeting him at the altar. Despite being married to him, you knew dreadfully little about Katakuri. You knew of his impressive bounty and his equally impressive Devil Fruit, and you’d learned in your limited time with him that he was incredibly solitary, keeping to himself and always concealing his mouth with that scarf he wore. The two of you had barely spoken directly, but when he had, he had not been unkind to you, though he had not been necessarily warm, either. He was a mystery, one that few could try and help you unravel.

It had been fine enough avoiding him before the wedding, but now, he was your husband, and you would truly have to face the situation head-on. You were alone in the suite now, having left the reception early to “rest,” but Katakuri would return soon, and as his wife, you’d be expected to perform your marital duties. Despite the pleasant warmth of the room, you still found yourself shivering with trepidation.

It wasn’t that you were a virgin, and it wasn’t that Katakuri was unattractive. He was… quite the opposite, actually, even with half his face covered. It wasn’t the size difference, either; he was only a few feet taller than you, and you’d be largely compatible with each other. It was the fact that you didn’t know him, that none of this had been your choice, and there was no way out of it. Whether he was gentle with you or not didn’t matter; this was all wrong, all forced, and you didn’t know if you were strong enough to handle it.

A knock at the door broke you from your trance. A second later, a deep voice followed. “May I come in?”

Katakuri. Your heart began to race. “Yes, of course,” you called, as steadily as you could.

The door opened, and Katakuri stepped in, carrying a box. He was still wearing his wedding suit, though his tie had been loosened, and his shirt mostly unbuttoned. Given his usual attire, you figured he wasn’t a fan of shirts or form-fitting clothes. His scarf remained around his neck, and he made no move to unwrap it even as he took off his coat and hung it up on the nearby rack. Only when he had set down the box on a dresser, removed his tie and opened up his shirt the rest of the way did he speak to you again. “Are you well?” he asked.

You were quiet for a heartbeat, searching for the best answer. No, you weren’t; that was the truth. But you couldn’t just say that to him. “I am,” you replied. Though you wanted to shrink away, you forced yourself to sit up straight at the edge of the bed. You were wearing the white nightdress that had been left in the suite for you, presumably by Big Mom herself; it was not revealing, thankfully, but the material was light, and your skin prickled with gooseflesh in your uncomfortable state.

Katakuri regarded you for a moment, and you knew there had to be something on his mind, though his eyes did not betray his emotions. He took a seat just then in a chair not far from the bed, crossing one leg over another. “Since we’re alone now, I should be upfront with you,” he said calmly. “Even though it’s expected of the two of us, I have no desire to be intimate with you tonight.”

You stared at him, caught off-guard. “You—don’t?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“I do not,” he answered simply. “I understand it’s customary, but I don’t feel that it’s right. And if I’m being honest, I’m not really in the mood for it anyway.”

You were speechless for several seconds, relief rushing through you. He didn’t want to. He was giving you an out. Had he sensed how scared you were? It didn’t matter; you didn’t have to do anything with him tonight, and that was good enough.

Katakuri observed you. “Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint you,” he said. “I know my mother set up this whole thing, but it wasn’t exactly my choice. I much prefer intimacy when I know someone very well, and I just don’t know you very well. Not yet, anyway.”

Those words touched you in a way you hadn’t expected at all. “No—no, I’m not disappointed,” you reassured him. You could feel your body already relaxing. “I… feel the same way, actually. About that sort of thing.”

He gave you a look that seemed almost curious. Did he like that, you wondered? “Would you like some donuts?” he asked all of a sudden. “I brought some from the party.”

Katakuri reached for the box he’d placed on the dresser, and you perked up when he opened it to reveal the round sugary treats inside. Your stomach growled; having been so anxious that day, you’d hardly eaten during the reception. Now that things didn’t feel so hectic anymore, you realized how hungry you were. “Yes please,” you said, taking one gratefully. “Thank you.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome.”

[grandline-fics]

Hey, hey, hey. I'd love a love potion with katakuri if that inspires you and you have time for it 💕💕

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none come to mind.

CHARACTERS: Katakuri

WORDS: 1,598

A/N: Thank you for this request @strawberry-000 this one got away with me and I hadn't intended it to get as long as it did. This is my second time writing Katakuri but I hope it was to your liking ♥️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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The smell of baking filled the streets of Hakuriki Town. Intoxicating smells perfectly blending together to create the constantly sweet and indulgent atmosphere that kept all the residents in a warm and happy mood. Well maybe not all. Sadly you couldn't exactly join the others around you in their positivity and cheer when you were trying to keep yourself restrained and polite. All you wanted was to just work but instead you had to suffer the annoyance of a coworker standing a little too close and being far too persistent.

“So we both finish our shifts at the same time today.” He began while you glared down at the dough you were kneading expertly. Quickly you forced your expression into one of false calm. You were newer to this bakery and the one trying-and failing- to charm you was the Boss’ favourite. The last thing you wanted was to cause problems and make waves this early. “What do you say you and I go for a well-deserved drink?”

“Oh that'd be fun!” You said with false enthusiasm. You’d refused him so many times already by feigning tiredness or pretending to feel unwell that you needed to try something different. Today’s tactic: ignorance of his intentions. You turned to face him with as sweet a smile you could muster as you put the tray of dough into the oven. “I’ll let the others know and we can make a night out of it. I think we could all do with a work outing after how busy this week has been, don’t you?”

“It’d be kinda awkward bringing the others on a date though.” He laughed, completely sidestepping your plan with ease. “The last thing I'd want is to make them uncomfortable, y’know?” You held back the urge to punch the man in the face. He didn't want to make the rest of your coworkers uncomfortable but had no problem doing it to you if it meant you went on a date with him? Taking things up a gear you blinked at him in surprise. 

“Date?" you repeated innocently. “Oh…I thought you were only asking me out as a friend. I'm sorry but I'm not single.”

Oh you wished you could have fully savoured the bewildered and disappointed look on his face but you were too busy training your expression, appearing apologetic for the misunderstanding. You wished it hadn’t come to this; having to lie about your love life in order to get him to back off but if it meant he stopped asking you out it would be worth it. Then your eye twitched minutely to see your coworker’s confidence slip back into his features. Even that statement wouldn’t deter him from his pursuit. “You're seeing someone? Is it serious?”

“It’s still new but I’m very happy with them.” You explained while moving to grab ingredients to start work on the next batch of pastries. Your boss hadn’t spotted you and your coworker’s idle chatter but if they did, you’d be the only one to be lectured. Not giving them the chance you set about work while gnashing your teeth in frustration, feeling your coworker follow close behind you. You could feel the questions brewing on his tongue and tried to get ahead of it, in the hopes of finally killing the conversation you never wanted to be a part of in the first place. "So happy in fact I don't think he'd take kindly to hear someone else wants to date me.”

"Who is he? I think I could win a fight against him for your affections.” The bold declaration brought a sharp laugh from your lips before you could stop it. Everything already pointed to this guy thinking he was amazing at everything but you knew to look at him he was certainly not a fighter. Quickly you cleared your throat and decided you may as well commit to the lie fully. You needed to think of someone not even his ego would compete with while also being someone who he wouldn't directly have any involvement with. You couldn’t work out why it was the first name your mind conjured but it was out of your mouth before you could come up with anyone else. "It's Katakuri.”

For the rest of the day your coworker left you alone, creating as much distance between you both as possible. Your plan had worked too well. He didn’t question you at all because only someone with a death wish would falsely claim to be seeing a member of the Charlotte Family. When your shift ended you stepped out onto the street and let out a sigh of relief only to freeze at the sight of the Minister of Flour himself leaning against the wall of the building opposite your work. From the look in his eyes you saw that he knew. Was it some sort of sadism that he let you work for hours and finish your shift before ending your life? Somehow you felt enough strength return to your legs to carry you forward the last few steps until you were in front of Katakuri. “So…public execution or imprisonment?”

“Both seem like a harsh punishment.” Katakuri began as he stepped away from the wall and you couldn't help but grow still at how calm his deep, powerful voice was. You then became confused when his eyes slid from your face to look at something behind you. “All he did was ask you out but you set him straight.” Your eyes widened and you heard a panicked squeak behind you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the man in front of you. “Had he touched you however, that would be a different conversation.”

You held back a gasp when Katakuri put his arm around you and pulled you into step to walk with him down the street. As light as the action was you could feel the immense power in his hand but you didn’t feel any fear. You felt reassured and protected but your mind was racing. Were you dreaming? What was happening? There was no point in asking how he knew about your lie because the Charlotte family ruled Totto Land, they were powerful enough to learn anything they wished. When you were far enough away from your work you managed to form enough thought to speak the one question you could ask. Nervously you glanced down at his hand still against your body. “Why did you play along?”

“It’s not really important is it?” Katakuri asked, you glanced up and saw that of what you could see of his face his expression was unreadable. “I could ask why you said my name but it wouldn’t really change things. The results are the same. Your coworker won’t bother you again.”

“That may be but that only works out in my benefit.” You stated with a small tilt of your head your curiosity only growing. “What could you possibly be getting out of this little charade?”

“Who knows?” Katakuri mused, watching your lips fall into a small scowl in dissatisfaction at the answer. “You work in a bakery right? Make me some doughnuts and we can say that’s my motivation to keep up your lie for as long as you need to.”

You blinked and let out a soft laugh. Katakuri had his own personal chefs and bakers that could make him anything he desired. Why he’d want your baking baffled you but if it meant he would continue to let you use him to get out of be asked out by people you had no interest in, it was a good trade. “Are you going to break up with me if they don’t taste as good as what you’re used to?”

“Only if they’re completely inedible.” Katakuri let out a small chuckle, amused that you felt so at ease around him to joke that way. He was already aware of how good a baker you were but he said nothing. The truth of the whole situation was that when he used Brûlée’s mirro-world to enjoy his merienda in peace, she kept the mirrors connected to Hakuriki activated so he could still ensure there were no dangers to the island he was in charge of. In that time one conversation caught his attention in particular because of how persistent and grating one voice sounded. He was subjected to hearing your get asked out again and again. Every time you patiently came up with something to end the conversation, your coworker pressed again and again to the point Katakuri became irritated on your behalf but that was just civilian problems. One of many minor grievances people had to deal with, hardly something that required his involvement. Then you conjured up his name as your boyfriend. He wasn’t going to lie, he had been impressed at that and to finally hear your coworker immediately shut his mouth Katakuri decided for that blessing you deserved a reward by legitimising your lie.

“This is me.” You spoke up, spotting your home come into view. “Stop by my work tomorrow and I’ll have your doughnuts ready for you.”

“I look forward to it.” Katakuri told you sincerely, watching you step out from his relaxed hold and walk towards your home to turn in for the evening. When you were inside, Katakuri couldn’t help but smirk underneath his scarf. He hadn’t fully known what to expect when he waited for you outside the bakery but now he was certainly interested in what was going to happen next.

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[inseobts]

Chains of the heart

charlotte katakuri x reader

you're being forced to marry big mom's son katakuri but the arrive of the strawhats will change everything. (WCI arc spoilers)

words count: 1.4k

tags: WCI spoilers, fight, forced marriage

masterlist // ko-fi

Your crew is ambushed by Big Mom’s fleet. Before you can do anything to stop it, Charlotte Katakuri appears, demanding you marry him to save your crew from Big Mom’s wrath.

"Marry you?” You scoff, eyes narrowing “I’m not some pawn to be used for your family’s gain.”

“I’m not asking,” Katakuri replies, his gaze unwavering. “This is Big Mom’s command. Refuse, and I’ll show you the consequences.”

Your crew’s lives hang in the balance, and the anger inside you boils. But there’s no choice. “Fine. But know this: I won’t go down without a fight.”

Katakuri gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. “I expect nothing less.”

As the days pass, the reality of the arrangement begins to sink in. You’re now living under Katakuri’s watchful eye, forced into a gilded cage. Every day feels suffocating, Katakuri and you don’t interact much, but there’s an underlying tension between you both. As days pass, you notice Katakuri’s quiet gestures—small acts of kindness like making sure your food is prepared to your liking, providing you with personal space, and even asking the cooks to make your favorite dishes.

One evening, as you sit in the grand dining hall, Katakuri silently places a small dish in front of you—a plate of desserts from the Totto Land kitchens. You eye it warily, not used to his quiet kindness.

“You ordered these?” you ask, not sure how to read his intentions.

“Big Mom insisted that you should be treated well,” he replies, not meeting your eyes. “Eat. It’s your favorite.”

You blink in surprise. “How do you know it’s my favorite?”

Katakuri looks up at you, his expression unreadable. “I’ve been watching.”

“Stalker” you tease, unable to help a small smile.

He doesn’t respond but the faintest hint of a blush colors his face.

The Straw Hats arrive on Whole Cake Island, and your world is turned upside down. Luffy’s loud voice rings in the distance, and you’re unsure of what to do.

One day you meet Luffy, Brook, Nami and Chooper. You know they’re here for Sanji and since you already met the blonde cook and befriend him, you decide to help them.

“I want to help you. He’s a funny guy and he helped me a few days ago, he made me feel less lonely, even in s situation this bad”

Nami looks at you with her sad eyes “what do you mean?”

You let out a sigh, feeling a strange pull to talk to them “Big Mom threatened my crew. I had no choice but to accept the marriage, or she would’ve killed them all.”

Chopper starts crying and sobbing he asks “Didn’t your crew tried to save you?”

“No, not really” you answer looking down “I don’t even know if they’re still my crew after all this and if I’m still their captain. I just hope they’re all alive and doing well”

Luffy’s face hardens for a moment before he grins “Well, what I know for sure is that you’re part of my crew now, too. We’ll get you out, just like our Sanji.”

After talking to Luffy, you feel a sense of determination growing inside you. You’ve been fighting for your freedom for so long, and now that Luffy is here, the plan begins to form.

Luffy’s voice rings with optimism, “We’ll break you out of this! You deserve better than a forced marriage.”

“You really think you can do that?” you ask, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

Luffy grins “No one gets left behind!”

You smile despite yourself “Thanks, Luffy. I’ll help you get Sanji back. And when the time comes, I’ll be leaving with you.”

You begin working with the Straw Hats to help them get Sanji back, all the while hiding your inner turmoil. Every interaction with Katakuri is strained, though you notice how he watches you carefully, almost protectively.

“You’re planning on leaving, aren’t you?” Katakuri asks one night, his voice quieter than usual. There’s something in his tone—almost like he’s resigned to it.

You meet his gaze, stubbornly “Yes, I am.”

“I’ll make sure your escape is… easier,” Katakuri says reluctantly. “But know this: if you leave, I won’t let you come back.”

You nod firmly, even tho your heart breaks a little, “If I leave, I’ll never come back”

You find yourself trapped in Luffy’s fight with Katakuri in the Mirror World is fierce. The tension between the two is palpable, and though you’ve spent much of your time fighting alongside the Straw Hats, you find yourself torn. Katakuri has shown you so much more than you expected—kindness, subtle care, and a level of respect that you never thought you’d receive from someone like him.

But since the start of this war you decided to side with the Straw Hats and you can’t change it now that it’s ending, even while watching Luffy push Katakuri to his limits. But you can’t resist anymore after seeing Katakuri vulnerability without his scarf, so you step forward, your voice shaking.

“Luffy!” you call out, running between the two “I think that’s enough, we should just leave now.”

Katakuri pushes himself to stand up and put an hand on your shoulder, “please move aside, I don’t need to be protected. And for the record, I’m fighting for you as well, y/n”

You look at him with regret, thinking that maybe you're doing it all wrong. But it's too late now, so you look at both of them, both determined to win, you nod and step aside to let them continue.

At the end of their fight you run towords Katakuri and try to help him but he gently grabs your wirst to stop you, "go, run away from here now that you can. Now I know that even out there, there will be someone who will protect you."

Now you feel the weight of your decision pressing down on you. Luffy’s words about freedom and loyalty ring in your ears, but a small voice inside you tells you that you’ve found something different with Katakuri. Something that’s real.

He let go of your wirst and turn his head to look away and avoid your eyes. You don't even have time to think that Luffy calls you to leave and you follow him but not without looking over Katakuri one last time and see his sister trying to help him. A sense of regret in you.

As the dust settles after the fight, Luffy and the others are ready to leave. You stand there, conflicted, caught between your past and the future that beckons with the Strawhats. You see the freedom in their eyes, the unrelenting will to fight for what’s right, and you feel that same fire inside yourself.

But when your eyes land on Katakuri, you realize the truth. The connection between you both isn’t just duty anymore—it’s something deeper, something worth fighting for.

“I’m staying” you say, your voice steady and sure.

Luffy looks at you, understanding in his eyes “I get it. You don’t have to explain it. But remember, you’ll always have a place with us.”

All the strawhats there smiling at you as to confirm their captain’s words.

You nod smiling at them, then turn to Katakuri, who’s watching you with that familiar, unreadable gaze. Slowly, he approaches, his usual reserved demeanor softening just enough to show that he respects your choice.

Katakuri finally looks at you, a mixture of confusion and relief crossing his face “You… You’re sure?”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest “I’m not staying out of obligation, Katakuri. I’m staying because I want to be here. With you.”

“I’ll protect you, y/n. I’ll make this marriage something real” Katakuri says, his voice almost tender.

Your heart swells with a strange mix of relief and uncertainty. But one thing is clear: you’ve chosen your path. And this time, it’s your choice.

The weeks pass, and with the battle over, a strange new peace settles between you and Katakuri. Your marriage, once forced, has evolved into something more.

One evening, as you sit across from him at dinner, you look up from your plate, meeting his eyes “You know,” you start, half-smiling, “this doesn’t feel so bad anymore.”

Katakuri’s lips twitch “I told you it wasn’t as bad as you thought.”

“You didn’t tell me anything,” you tease, grinning “you just kept being grumpy and mysterious. It wasn’t very helpful.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, but you notice the faintest smile tugging at his lips “And you didn’t make things easier either” he retorts, but there’s no heat in his words.

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand “So… I guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

Katakuri looks at you for a long moment, then, in his usual quiet way, says, “I suppose we are.”

And for the first time in a long while, you feel something lighter—something that isn’t burdened by forced duty. Something that’s real.

[clare-875]

OMG, I SUUPPERRR Love the "New Names" Prompt, it was actually what led me to your blog here, the last 3 parts were a blast to read, so I was wondering if you could maybe do a part 4 that includes Kidd, King, Katakuri, and maybe 2 or 3 characters of your choice?

New Names pt.4 (Kid, Katakuri, Smoker)

_____ Pairings: Kidd x Reader; Katakuri x Reader; Smoker x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't watched One Piece up to where King is introduced so I added Smoker instead (I couldn't think of any other characters)! I'm so glad you like the series! [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 3: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin] _____

- Kid -

(A/N: Suggestive towards the end?)

When you decide to play a small prank on your boyfriend it is only later that you find out the consequences you should've regarded beforehand. But in the moment you were too giddy to care. You had finally thought of something not too bad that Kid would kick you off the ship but noticeable enough for him to react. So, when your eyes spotted your boyfriend's signature red hair and permanent frown, you had to struggle to keep the grin from spreading on your face.

You just had to see it through until the end.

He had sauntered in as always, eyes sharp and broad shoulders slouching, his gaze darting to you so subtly you'd have to be an expert to witness it. You are in an open space - the deck of the ship - and so he barely gives you any sign of intimacy but he always prefers to linger by your side. He seems irritated as you had not been beside him for long today, and you soon find out your thoughts are right by his prompt words.

"Babe," his voice is deep in the air but gritted against his teeth. "Here you are, I fucking searched the whole ship for you."

You fight to roll your eyes at his impatience but you concede to the plan you have set out for yourself and reply.

"Sorry buddy, I should've let you know earlier I'd be on deck."

And all of a sudden, you could hear a pin drop.

Promptly, it's like the ocean waves that crash against the ship go silent along with the restless wind in the sails. Your crewmember's voices hush to nothing as they eye you and your Captain, unsure of whether to laugh or cry at your words. All they know is that you are fortunate to be his girlfriend because partner or not, Kid would likely throw anyone off the ship if they called him buddy.

His expression does nothing to hide just that fact.

He had frozen still, his eyes had sharpened deadlier than usual, fists clenched to his side and face darkening. You can see the twitch of his eyebrows and the tensity of his form but are most surprised to see a slight pink hue on his cheeks. Was that embarrassment?

Despite the "dangerous" atmosphere, you have to fight back a laugh.

"Are you alright, buddy?"

Your crew members gape at you, some shaking their heads to try and stop your words. But you are bold. Of course you were, you were dating Eustass Kid.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Kid approaches you but then he bears witness to your lips quirking upwards into a sly grin. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you lean back into the chair you sat in, but unbeknownst to you it is then that your boyfriend’s mind clicks.

"Bu-ddy," you reply in a sing-song voice.

The crew are shocked at their Captain's restraint, especially when they see him look like he's ready to murder someone. The funny thing is that he looked like he was ready to kill anyone who wasn't you.

They all collectively take a step back.

However, their shock only amplifies ten-fold when all the pent-up tension fades as Kid's lips turn upwards into a taunting smirk. Killer has to stop himself from putting a hand to his head at everyone’s absurd reactions.

"Now princess, it seems you've forgotten who's actually in charge here."

Your eyes widen in your own surprise at the sudden change in his demeanour. Kid looks at you with his same sharp eyes but his wide smirk shines almost scarily as he approaches you closer. “You think you can get away with pranking your Captain? Cause I don’t think you fucking can babe.” He pulls you to your feet before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

"Hey- okay, I'm sorry! I’m sorry! Kid! Babe, put me down!"

But Kid does not heed your words and instead walks away from the still-gaping crew, intent on having you in his chambers until it is only his name that slips your lips.

- Katakuri -

When you are left alone with your thoughts, you oftentimes come up with ideas that usually incorporate your boyfriend. And today, you found yourself quite alone. You were bored and waiting for Katakuri to come back to you after being sent on a mission to God-knows-where. Luckily, a thought had popped into your mind quite easily and it had intrigued you to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

Speaking of which, you could hear heavy footsteps making their way to your door, and sure enough, your stoic boyfriend had knocked, patiently waiting for you to answer. You grin happily despite your plan as you missed him though he has been gone only a few hours. "Coming!" You instantly stand and open your door, smile only brightening at the sight of Katakuri safe and at home. You see his eyes soften as he looks at you.

"Hello love," His words are gentle to you, and you hesitate for only a moment before complying with your plan.

"Hey man, I missed you!"

In a rare moment, you see Katakuri's eyes shine with complete confusion. It is followed by the furrow of his brows as though he thought it was not you speaking to him, but someone else. The expression only lingers for a moment though, and then he looks at you with his usual, serious stare.

"Love..."

You freeze when he looks at you so knowingly, so quickly.

"Y-Yeah man?"

Katakuri sighs before leaning down to your eye level, patience in the depths of his reserved eyes.

"Is this another one of your tricks where I am to be surprised by your words or actions?"

You stop in surprise at how he has figured you out so easily, only now realising he must’ve gotten used to your impromptu pranks when left to your thoughts. You stutter before sighing heavily and rolling your eyes.

"Yes love, it is. You could’ve played along though!”

Your boyfriend looks at you with the same softness in his eyes as he witnesses your pouting face.

“Apologies love,” his words are muttered gently by your ear. He then removes the scarf that covers the lower half of his face, and suddenly he kisses your cheek softly. “I just rather terms of endearment from your lips, rather than man.”

You freeze at his actions and words and all of a sudden it is you who is taken aback as heat rushes to your face. As Katakuri steps past you into your chambers you feel yourself so lost in thought that for a moment, you completely forget about your failed prank. That is until your boyfriend calls for you again.

- Smoker -

Your boyfriend is often preoccupied and busy with the tasks that come with being a high-ranking officer of the Marines. You know the challenges and toils of being one, as you are one yourself. However, that doesn't disregard the fact that you miss him sometimes, as your roles often put distance between the two of you. Today was no different but Smoker would be returning to you soon after a shorter mission than usual, and unbeknownst to him you had come up with a small prank in the short time you were apart.

Your eyes move forward to the sight of a Marine ship approaching port and you fight to contain your grin. Sure enough, you can hear the rowdiness of Smoker's crew and the shouts of Tashigi as they go to dock the ship. When they finally do, they race to solid ground, most of them grinning and others saluting you as they pass. "Hello Vice-Admiral [y/n]!" You simply smile as you await your boyfriend and sure enough, he comes off the ship to you soon after, a nod of acknowledgement as he approaches your side.

"Hello love," he murmurs to you lowly and only so you can hear. You smile at the subtle way his eyes soften slightly, knowing he has missed you too.

"Hey dude, how was your mission?"

As you walk toward headquarters, suddenly you find that Smoker has frozen and his footsteps faltered. You stop and turn to him in mock confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He eyes you carefully as smoke bellows from the cigar in his mouth.

"Dude-?"

He quickly interrupts, the furrow of his brows and twitching of his lips showing you that he has of course noticed and was troubled.

"Who are you talking to right now?" Smoker grumbles to you, still static where he stands. You decide to approach him then, and tilt your head to the side, playing dumb.

"You?"

Smoker grits his teeth, the cigar in his mouth almost snapping in half. He leans down to you, so you see the way his eyes have sharpened.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't answer to dude. I thought you of all people would know that."

Your words stumble at his sudden proximity and you feel the heat wanting to rush to your face.

"I- I don't know what-"

Smoker lifts his hand and flicks your forehead lightly watching in amusement as you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Don't do that again."

He then continues walking but silently waits for you to fall into step beside him once more. He had missed you too much to hear such a platonic term slip your lips. He smiles subtly when you catch up to him once more, a kissable pout to your lips.

[sexydoffyman]

Somnophilia with Sanji and/or Katakuri?

U don’t have to do this btw

SOMNOPHILIA

Law and Ace version here

genre: smut

characters: Sanji, Katakuri

word count: 488

Warning: This may be uncomfortable for many people. If you feel like you can't handle this kind of content, keep scrolling.

A/N: Yeah, I could've made it a non-dark theme. Why would I do it tho?🪰 I took the CAE English exam. Now I just hope that I will pass.

I'm still pretty tired, so please let me know if the quality is dropping.

SANJI

-Sanji has a sick mind

-He once saw you so vulnerable, just sleeping.

-He jerked off to you so many times. He didn't even know why.

-He didn't understand. Why would he get a hard-on when he saw you like this.

-He didn't get it.

-At first, he thought of himself as a monster. (post nut clarity☠️)

-Just after it became a part of his routine, he started getting used to it.

-He still didn't understand how did you drive him so crazy in your current state, but he was more focused on his little problem.

-After a while, he starts to get more comfortable. He started kneeling over you and cumming on your face.

-Being caught is a boost of adrenaline for him.

-he always made sure to clean up whatever mess he made.

-After a few months of pleasuring himself in this fucked up way lot of shame built up in him.

-He came to you not being able to maintain eye contact. He told you everything.

-He told you all about the shameful nights.

-You both talked about it, and you found it funny.

-Later, he begged you on his knees to let him do things to you while you were asleep.

-After days of him begging you, you give him permission to do unspeakable things to you.

-"Just don't make a mess."

-He did wake you up plenty of times. You saw him saying the most filthy words to you.

-He always got embarrassed, and later in the morning, he made you a special breakfast.

KATAKURI

-You were one of his servants. Loyal and willing to fulfill any request of his.

-There were a lot of times that you felt like someone was watching you sleep.

-You always woke up to a completely normal room.

-Of course, He wouldn't let you know what he was doing.

-He loved to watch you squirm under his touch. The feeling of him being the cause of such movements made his mind go crazy.

-Sometimes, you would wake up with a slight bruise on your neck.

-He loved to just touch you. It was the feeling of power that was motivating him.

-You are giving him a service (even tho you don't know about it.) So he becomes a little protective of you.

-He always has his eyes on you. But again, he won't let you notice.

-He will just use his observation haki to see when you will look his way.

-He will never let you know until Big Mom arranges a marriage for you.

-It may not benefit her in any way, but for her strongest child Katakuri she'd do it.

-He will let you know you are not getting away from him.

-He is definitely possessive of you after the marriage.

-He isn't really sneaky about it either. Now that he has you in the palm of his hand.

-He will never let you go.

[yoonavii]

A father’s Warmth

Katakuri x Wife! Reader

Context: Katakuri is finally getting to bond with his children after being away for so long.

In the heart of Komugi Island, you and your husband Katakuri, the formidable Sweet Commander of the Big Pirates, embarked on a new journey as first-time parents to twin baby boys. Each day was filled with the sweet chaos of parenthood, as you lovingly cared for your boys, who clung to you with unwavering affection. Amidst his responsibilities as a commander, Katakuri was determined to forge a deep bond with his sons. He took breaks from his duties to be present in their lives, eagerly wanting to be the father they deserved. With a mix of uncertainty and affection, he approached his babies, his imposing figure softened by the immense love he felt for them.

At first, the boys seemed hesitant, their curious eyes studying their towering father. But Katakuri persisted, refusing to be disheartened by their initial reserve. He adorned himself with a soft scarf, its gentle touch offering comfort to his boys. Slowly, they began to warm up to him, their tiny hands tugging playfully at his scarf. You watched with a smile as Katakuri played with them, singing lullabies in his deep, resonant voice, and sharing stories of grand adventures on the high seas. You could see the connection growing stronger each day, as your boys came to see their father not just as a fearsome pirate commander, but as a pillar of love and protection in their lives.

One serene afternoon, you quietly peeked into the room to witness a heartwarming scene that filled your soul with joy. There, you saw Katakuri with his twin sons nestled close to him, wrapped in his scarf, and a look of sheer contentment on his face. “Daddy’s here,” he murmured softly, as if to reassure the boys that he would always be there for them. Unable to resist capturing the precious moment, you quietly used a transponder snail to take a photograph. The image captured the essence of fatherly love - a powerful figure finding tenderness and warmth in the embrace of his children.

As the soft rays of the setting sun bathed the room, Katakuri and the boys fell into a peaceful slumber, their hearts and souls intertwined in a bond forged by love and determination. In that small room on Komugi Island, the mighty Sweet Commander of the Big Pirates discovered the profound joy of parenthood, proving that even amidst the turbulent seas of the New World, the sweetest treasures of all are found in the tender moments shared between a father and his beloved children.

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