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grandline-fics · 10 months ago

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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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asceluffy · 1 year ago

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OP MEN when they’re in the mood pt. 2

ft. Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, King (not proofread)

Shanks

Little did you know that it’s you who gets him in the mood every single time. It’s not just a “I’m feeling horny and I need release” typa thing.

He gets riled up when he watches you put on your favorite lipstick, when you try on your newly bought clothes and show it to him, when you walk around the ship with his shirt on, and when you sit on his lap.

His brain is quick to conjure up different positions he’ll fuck you in when you sit on his lap.

At first, he’d rub your inner thigh ‘absentmindedly,’ and when you shift on his leg, that’s when he’ll go further.

With a mug of beer in his other hand and half his attention on his crewmates, his fingers slowly dance their way up your leg until he stops just when he’s near your panties.

While he chats with his members he’ll toy with the garter of your underwear, tugging it at first before he snakes his hand inside just to feel the skin near your pussy.

And when you squirm, he’ll lean near your ear, face flushed with words a little slurred.

“Once they all get wasted and pass out I’m gonna fuck you on my bed, yeah?”

Mihawk

Mihawk is the type of person to plan things before it happens.

He’d feel the need to feel the warmth of your pussy as it clenches on his thick cock, but when he sees you busy he’d patiently wait until your schedule is free.

He’d set up a romantic candlelit dinner, cooking you steak and pouring you the finest wine in his collection.

He’d let out a small, ‘nonchalant’ smile when you compliment his cooking, all while holding himself back from pining you on the table and taking you then and there.

On the middle of the dinner, he’d casually say, “Let’s have sex.” which will lead you to choke on your food.

“After dinner,” You’d say, and in his mind he’s already celebrating.

When you two finish, he’ll ask you to take his hand and lead you to the bedroom, gasping when you see rose petals scattered inside and lovely music playing from his vintage record player.

Katakuri

He’s mostly shy around you, being his first girlfriend and all.

Some people may think that he acts coldly towards you, but it’s only you who truly knows why he acts that way.

You’d know he’s in the mood when he acts cranky and touchy.

He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, fiddle with your fingers, compare hand sizes, and glare at anyone who dares speak to you or even breathe your way.

But when he’s really in the mood, his subtle touches will level up.

He’d rub your inner thighs, fondle your breasts, lightly squeeze your butt.

You’d notice how his breath gets heavier and how his pupils dilate when you get near him.

You’ll notice him staring at you the whole day without saying a damn word, and when you notice these signs you’ll chuckle and pull him into a passionate kiss.

King

King is a busy man, working under Kaido means he has to do things almost 24/7.

The only time you’d spend with him is when’s sent on expeditions, which rarely happens because he’s always glued beside Kaido.

Or, when he just finished a battle.

While his whole system is still pumping with adrenaline from a recent battle, the only reason for him to calm down is to sink into your tight cunt.

When he sees you after he just won a fight, all his pent up energy will shoot straight down his dick.

He’s a man of few words, and once he has you pinned against the wall, you know what will happen next.

“Fuck, I haven’t seen you in a long time. Open your pretty legs for me so I can show you how much I missed you.”

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece smut #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #king one piece #king the wildfire #king the wildfire x reader #king x reader #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk

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thebunnednun · 1 month ago

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Gonna write a fic, here's what I have so far-

‘I want to fucking die right now.’

That is the thought going through your head right now. You would rather face death, full on, than go through with the despicable act being done to you.

Being fitted into your wedding dress.

The women surrounding you are either smiling or mourning, no inbetween. A brave face because this is the suffering all women must go through or crying because your only crime was that of being a girl upon your birth.

Constant whispers and catters of concerns. They are your maids, guards, washer women, women of your villages, cousins, aunts, grandmothers, mothers.

They all know you, they all raised you.

And they couldn’t save you.

Some are girls too young to understand. Playing with flower petals and tugging at their ceremonial garbs. So little, they can barely form words of your home language, so sweet and natural to you like grass blowing in the wind or the sound of your home village.

Some are your age or younger and look zombified at the horror happening to you. Holding countless fabrics, makeups, powders, paints, beads, all for you. This is strategic. They’re being warned with a living example of what could happen to them.

Some are older and trying to instill some last minute advice into you.

Words that are meant to comfort that never reach your ears.

You aren't in your body right now.

You left your body the moment your parents were captured and your uncle handed you over to that man who promised to get them back.

You stand before a grand mirror and you see nothing.

Nothing at all.

I won't tell you who the character is yet but it will be a fantasy setting.

You are a princess. There's gonna be magic/sword fighting and shit.

Lemme know your thoughts and if you wanna be tagged in the final product.

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ladymochimochi · 5 months ago

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✦♡✦ Take A Break ✦♡✦

Katakuri x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Description: It's Katakuri's birthday but he's too busy working on paperwork, so you try to get him to take a break. Tags: Size difference, Reader is average human size, Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Grinding, Tit job, Facial, Kata is a shy boy, Reader & Kata are married, 18+ MDNI Words: 1.5K ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

The soft click of your heels reverberated down the hall as you searched for your husband. It was a special day today and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him. You had looked all over the manor the two of you lived in on Komugi Island but there was only one place left that he could be.

As you approached his office door, a sigh came from you. Of course, this was where he would be, even today.

You gently opened the door to find Katakuri at his desk, grossly involved in his paperwork. His eyes didn’t even lift from the page in his hand as you entered further into the room.

“I thought I said no more interruptions.” Katakuri said gruffly, as he put the paper down to write on it, still not looking at you.

“Not even from your wife?” You asked, a light snark to your tone and your arms now crossed.

His head snapped up to look you, now standing in the middle of his office. Katakuri could only fumble out your name as he tried to gather himself, a light blush dusting the tops of his cheeks you could see over his scarf.

The two of you had been married for about six months now but he was still shy around you and you couldn’t help but revel in it. This man - basically triple your size and with this tough, badass exterior - melted every time he was alone with you. It was so endearing to you but there was also a part of you that loved to make his blush redder and redder.

A feline-like grin spread across your face as you gave him a small wave.

“S-Sorry.” He said, fiddling with the pen in his hand. “I just kept getting visits from my siblings all morning.”

“Well, it is your birthday today, my love.” You told him, that smile still on your face. His body jolted slightly��and Katakuri averted his gaze, blush spreading more.

Your smile only grew.

“I didn’t know that you knew that was today...” He said softly, bringing a hand up to adjust his scarf and you quietly tracked the movement. You still had not seen what was under that piece of fabric and as much as you loved to tease the big man, even that you knew was off limits.

“Of course I know that.” You replied, taking your gaze away from his scarf and back to his still averted eyes. “You are my husband, after all.”

You started to make your way over the side of his large desk as you asked him the question on your mind.

“And with it being your birthday today, why are you cooped up in here all by yourself?”

“A-Ah, well...” He started, looking down at you as you now stood next to his seated form. “I had some down time today so I figured I could get this paperwork done.”

You nodded your head in response, looking over what you could see of the stacks of paper on his desk. You had wanted to spend some time with him before he was swept away by the family for his birthday celebration later this evening. At this rate though, with all this work, that wasn’t going to happen.

“How about taking a break?” You asked him, hopeful he’d say yes.

“Sorry, I have to get this done.” Katakuri told you, an apologetic look on his face. “M-Maybe you could sit in here with me though?”

You gave him a soft smile, liking that idea.

It was at least something, you supposed.

But after giving the room a quick glance, there wasn’t really any furniture you could sit on without his help.

“Could I be up there with you? Maybe on your lap?” You asked him, looking back up at him.

Katakuri froze, eyes wide and staring at you.

That light blush from before was now beet red and all Katakuri could respond with was small, quick nods as he reached to pick you up.

He set you gently on his thigh near his hip and checked with you that you were good. After confirming with him, Katakuri went back to his work and you watched quietly, kicking off your heels.

Being this close to him sent a shiver down your spine and you could tell by his rigidness that it was the same for your husband.

The two of you sat like that for some time - him scribbling notes or signatures on various papers and you watching, making idle chatter.

As you talked with him, your hand started to idly stroke his thigh which made his breath hitch. It made that spark inside you ignite again and you rubbed your hand along his thigh more purposefully now. His breathing picked up and it made you have to bite back a smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” Your tone was sultry and Katakuri’s grip on his pen was near breaking. It hadn’t been what you originally had in mind but now that you were here, you decided to shoot your shot.

“Maybe a small one won’t hurt.” He replied, his voice low and you looked back up at him to see him staring intently at you. That blush was still ever present but his eyes portrayed his arousal. You grinned up at him and shifted yourself so you straddled his thigh, facing him.

The two of you had only been intimate at night and in the privacy of your bedchamber. So, to be doing this here and now like this added another level of excitement that you knew Katakuri was also feeling.

You had been wearing a strappy dress that day and you lowered the straps to show off your breasts to him. A low groan came from him as his eyes roamed your chest.

You started to rock your hips, rubbing your clothed core against his thigh. A breathy moan escaped from your lips and you used your hands placed behind you to anchor yourself. Katakuri pressed his thigh harder against you, letting you use him to chase your pleasure. Your hips rocked faster and your head lolled back, moans spilling from you.

Katakuri could only watch you like he was in a trance. Seeing you lose yourself to the pleasure made his cock so hard it was near painful.

As you continued to rub yourself against him, you reached forward to press your hand against his cock still kept behind his leather pants. A loud groan came from your husband and you matched it as your toes curled.

You loved hearing him moan; you could almost get off on it alone. Being able to have this large man be putty in your hands was everything to you. It gave you a high like no other.

As you continued to rock your hips, you could feel your climax building in your lower stomach. Your moans pitched higher and higher until you cried out, your orgasm washing over you.

You slumped forward, your hand still pressed against Katakuri’s cock. After some deep breaths, you lifted your head up to lock eyes with him.

“I need It." You told him, panting. Katakuri’s eyes were blown wide after watching you and he just nodded in response.

He lifted you from his leg and placed you on his desk, moving the papers out of the way. You laid on your back as he stood up and removed his cock from his pants.

The two of you weren’t really able to have intercourse but you found other ways to be intimate that you both enjoyed. As Katakuri got closer, you hurriedly removed your dress and panties.

Now it was his turn to use you.

He placed his large cock against your stomach, your legs spread around it and the tip resting between your breasts. You pressed your tits together and Katakuri started to thrust, his cock rubbing up against your whole body, balls hitting your thighs and ass.

Being so overwhelmed by his massive length and the stimulation of it rubbing against your clit and nipples, you could do nothing but moan and roll your eyes back. Soon your chest was getting smeared with precum and Katakuri picked up his pace, groaning deeply.

You brought your hands up and rubbed them along his shaft as he went, making his moans near whines. In this position it didn’t take long for Katakuri to finish and you could tell by the way his body tensed that he was close.

You tightened your spread thighs around his cock and moaned out his name. Soon enough, his hot seed was shooting out of him and all over your chest and face. His cock slid off of you and he pulled back, panting as he looked you over.

You were a sexed-up mess, but you didn’t care. The way he gazed at you like you were a goddess made your heart warm.

As you came down from your high and you were able to take in your current state, a smile spread across your face once more.

“Well, I don’t think I can show up to your birthday party looking like this.”

Katakuri hid himself in his scarf in embarrassment.

#happy birthday to my favorite mochi man~#also yay i finally did it i finally wrote average sized reader/katakuri lmaoooo #my fanfics #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri one piece #charlotte katakuri smut #katakuri smut #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagines

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a-killer-obsession · 10 months ago

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Afab reader B number 19 please

Sweet Little Cream Donut

Prompt: Breeding

Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, established relationship (kinda?), body worship, size difference, oral (reader receiving), loss of virginity, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

WC: 2.5k

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“I don't know what to do anymore, Brulee,” you sighed to your sister-in-law, blowing on your tea before taking a sip of the hot sweet liquid. You'd spent a great deal of time with her since your wedding to Katakuri three months ago, and you felt comfortable talking to her about anything and everything. She loved her brother and wanted him to be happy, just as much as she wanted you to be happy with him.

“Have you talked to him about it?” She asked, stirring sugar into her tea, making small clinks as the spoon rubbed against the edge of the porcelain cup.

“I mean, I mentioned a few times that Mama has been more than enthusiastic about grandchildren,” you placed your teacup back down on the gold rimmed plate, “but he just gives a huff and changes the subject. He barely even kisses me. Maybe I'm not pretty enough for him”

“That is certainly not the case!” Brulee exclaimed, “sister, you are beautiful! A woman truly worthy of my darling big brother! I think perhaps… perhaps he's scared of hurting you? Hes always been a gentle soul”

“Mama chose me for a reason,” you pouted, “my people are larger than most, stronger, and she knew how much I want children when she picked me, he should know I'm more than capable of holding my own. Mama isn't stupid, she didn't pick some flimsy human for a reason”

“Maybe it's time to lay it on thick then,” Brulee suggested with a mischievous smile, “buy some pretty new lingerie, sweet perfume, light some candles, seduce him”

“Brulee!” You giggled, not expecting the woman to be so forward, “shopping trip then?”

“Shopping trip!” She clapped excitedly.

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Katakuri was due in at any moment. He often had a meeting with Mama after dinner, as a Sweet Commander and the Minister of Flour it was important that he and the other ministers and commanders meet a few times a week to keep up to date with the happenings in Totto Land. Tonight was one of those meetings, so you'd had time to prepare for your grand scheme of seduction. Shaving every hair from your body, applying perfumes and lotions that smelt like baked goods, putting on a pretty new set of pink lingerie - a lace trimmed mesh mini dress and matching thong - and setting the mood with vanilla candles and soft music. Everything was ready and you paced the room nervously before finally settling on the edge of the bed, waiting for the heavy footsteps in the hall that signalled the approach of your husband.

Your legs rubbed together in anticipation, losing your virginity to such a large man was no small event, but it should have happened months ago on your wedding night, and you were more than ready for him to finally claim you. Not to mention, you were eager to present Mama with a grandchild - you wanted to fit in here, but the longer you went without signs of pregnancy, the more she subconsciously frowned in your presence. She was an intimidating woman, you wanted to please her.

Heavy footsteps and the unlatching of the door alerted you to Katakuri's arrival, and you stood tall as he entered. Your kind were large, yourself standing at 9 feet tall, but Katakuri was a giant of a man, almost twice your size at 16 feet. You picked at the cuticles of your fingers nervously as you waited for him to latch the door and turn to you, his expression unreadable as he noticed you standing there and took in your appearance and the romantic atmosphere. He removed his scarf slowly, he'd shown you his true face before the wedding, not wanting to force you into a marriage if you were going to be scared of him, and his nose wiggled as he smelt the sweet scents in the air.

“What is this?” He asked nervously.

“This is… me… asking you to take me to bed,” you tried to feign confidence but it was hard to form a coherent sentence or keep his eye. He languidly closed the space between you and fiddled with the hem of your dress, rubbing the thin silky fabric between his thumb and index.

“I take you to bed every night,” he stated.

“Kat… you know that's not what I mean,” your hand laid against his bare chest where his vest lay open, tracing one of the bright pink tattooed stripes that ran down it. He shivered under your touch and quickly took a step back, your hand falling limp to your side.

“I can't,” he said softly.

“Why not?” You pouted, feeling hurt at his rejection, “am I not pretty enough? Do you not want to give me children? Are you… are you ashamed of me?” A tear formed and rolled down your cheek as you admitted to the insecurities.

He was back in front of you in a flash, wiping the tear gently with his thumb, his large hand easily encompassing the entire side of your face as you leaned into it and looked at him longingly. “That's not it! You're beautiful, so unbearably stunning,” he quickly assured you, “I… I can barely keep myself from you, night after night, but I… I can't… I don't want to hurt you”

You held his hand to your face and blinked up at him, his sad expression looking out of place on his strong features. “You won't hurt me Kat, you have to trust that I'd tell you if you were hurting me. I'm not glass, I'm strong, Mama chose me for a reason. You won't hurt me. I want you, Katakuri, please”

His breath hitched as you found a new wave of confidence, running your hand up his chest and up to his jaw, tracing one of his sharp teeth with your fingertip, showing him how unafraid you were. Your hand ran back down as you circled him, Katakuri turning with you as though it were a dance, till his back was to the bed. You pressed against his chest and he let you move him, falling to sit on the bed as you climbed into his lap to straddle it. Raised on your knees you could just barely reach his mouth, and you pressed a hot, desperate kiss onto him, a small whine escaping him as you forced your tongue past his sharp teeth, wet muscles meeting and crashing against each other for the first time. You pushed the vest from his shoulders, letting it fall to the bed, and ran your hands over his body, guiding his hands to your waist before pulling him down by his neck so you could lower yourself to grind against his forming erection.

Your tongue ran up the scar on the side of his face till your mouth met his ear, tugging on the lobe with your teeth before whispering to him. “Breed me, Katakuri”

He made a possessive growl before grabbing your waist and flipping you both so you laid underneath him. His strong hands made quick work of your pretty new lingerie, tearing them from your body and revealing your soft bare skin that prickled with goosebumps as the cool night air touched it. Cool air replaced by hot wet saliva, his thick tongue ran over you, eagerly tasting and devouring every inch of you, making you moan and writhe as he sucked and nipped at your more sensitive spots, leaving marks over your entire body. The only place he avoided was your needy centre, teasing you and working you up as he touched and licked at your arms and legs and torso and neck, till finally he ran his tongue up your thigh and pushed your legs apart, groaning as he ran a fat stripe up your dripping virgin cunt. This flavour was all for him, nobody else would ever taste such delights, he thought to himself as he devoured you greedily.

You moaned and tugged at his short purple hair as he lapped and sucked at your sensitive pussy, rolling your clit with his tongue, his breath hot and vibrating against you as he let out satisfied groans and held your thighs around his face. He looked up at you with hungry eyes that had your hips rolling on their own accord, unintentionally riding his tongue as he grinned against you, careful to control your movements so as not to catch your soft plush thighs against his sharp teeth. You practically screamed from pleasure as his tongue bullied its way inside you, head falling to the pillow with a string of unabashed moans and back arching as he thrust it in and out of your tight entrance, before you suddenly shook and came on his tongue without warning. Katakuri made a contented growl and cleaned your release with his tongue, savouring your taste on it, his eyes closed and face relaxed as he drank you.

“So sweet,” he sighed, running his tongue through your folds once more like he couldn't get enough, “you're not ready for me yet though, I'll have to stretch that sweet tight hole a little more”

You moaned and bucked as he slid two thick fingers inside you, pumping you and scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, taking his time to get you open enough for him. He added a third, his tongue returning to your clit and distracting you from the slight sting of the stretch as he added a forth, the lewd wet squelch of your pussy almost deafening over the soft romantic music as he finger fucked you with increasing speed. One last flick of your clit with his tongue, and you were gushing around his hand, his brows raising in surprise at the volatile release before quickly lapping at it, his hand wet against your thigh as he held you tight to his face and groaned against you.

You were shaking and panting as he finally let your legs go, licking his lips and watching while your hips rolled off the bed, desperate for him to fill you. “Kat, please,” you moaned, “I want you so bad”

“I know my sweet,” he stood at the end of the bed and unzipped his pants teasingly slowly, kicking off his shoes and sliding his pants down till his monstrous cock sprang free, your breath catching in your throat at the sheer size of it. Your thighs rubbed together anxiously, wondering if you could even fit him all inside you. “I can't wait to fill you with my seed,” he purred as he climbed back onto the bed, your eyes greedily scanning every taut muscle that formed his large body, every tight corded bulge and curve that you craved to run your tongue over. You couldn't help but reach between your bodies and take his cock in your hand, so hot and hard, your hand far too small to wrap around it. He groaned and bucked into your palm, precum dripping from the tip as you stroked him experimentally.

“So big,” you whined, “want you to fill me up”

“I will, my sweet,” removing your hand gently as he began to position himself between your legs. Your eyes rolled as his fat tip pressed against your soaked entrance, his precum beading against you and adding to the lubrication. “You're gonna look so good when you're fat and round with my babies,” he purred, pressing into you devastatingly slow, your nails sinking into his forearms to make deep half moons as your pussy stretched around him. “There's a good girl,” he groaned as he fit more and more of his cock inside you, “so tight, so desperate to milk me for all my seed, I'm gonna give it all to you sweet girl”

He grunted and breathed heavy against your shoulder as he bottomed out, feeling the bulge of his own cock inside you as his abdomen pressed against yours. Your thighs shook at the sheer fullness, his cock pressing against every sensitive part of your walls and stretching you impossibly wide, every tiny movement making you whine as he collected himself, trying his best to hold back from immediately slamming into your virgin pussy.

After an age he slowly slid back out, only his tip remaining inside you before penetrating you again. He set a slow, deep pace, your thighs wrapping as best you could around him, pressing your heels to his ass and urging him to go faster. “More,” you whined, “more, please, breed me”

He let out a low groan and nipped your shoulder with his sharp teeth before grabbing your hips and slamming into you. You let out a shrill pleasured scream with every thrust, the entire island would no doubt hear you as he fucked you hard, your smaller body jostling back and forth with every heavy pounding of his fat cock. You screamed as an orgasm ripped through you, Katakuri grabbing the headboard for support as he groaned at the added tightness, never letting up on his brutal pace.

“Yes yes yes yes,” you cried, seeing stars and making deep scratches on his back and chest, back arching of the bed as he growled down at you, watching your tits bounce with every deep thrust, watching the way the membrane around your entrance pushed pulled with every movement, refusing to let his cock go, begging for him to release inside you. He held himself pack, his sheer willpower keeping him on the precipice, determined to make you cum one more time before he would reward himself.

“Gonna- gonna cum again-” you whined, barely able to speak through your panting, eyes glazed over, expression pained with a goofy, fucked out smile as your husband fucked the coherence out of you. Having only ever expressed orgasms by your own hand, you were in absolute nirvana, body tingling with the effects of three orgasms and quickly feeling the approach of a forth. “Want- want your cum- hnng- fil-ll me up, p-please”

“Gonna breed you good baby,” Katakuri groaned, headboard creaking under the strain as his thrusts became erratic and desperate, “fuck, gonna cum too, fuck”

The tightening of your pussy as you came put him over the edge, headboard giving out and snapping violently as he let out a roar and spilled out inside you, the sheer volume of his pent up release combined with his thick cock making cum immediately drip from your hole, Katakuri making final thrusts as your orgasm settled. He stayed inside you as he stilled, pulling back only a little as his cock twitched and made one last deposit, keeping himself as a plug so you had no choice but to accept his cum. You panted hard, laying against the soft mattress, willing your body to open up and accept his seed, willing it to take and make you round with his child.

“I love you,” he finally stuttered through heavy breaths, throwing broken pieces of headboard to the floor, sweeping away wood fragments with his hand and laying beside you, pulling you with him, cock still warm deep inside your cunt. “So beautiful… so sweet for me..”

“I love you too Kat,” you panted, arms wrapping around his neck and face nestling against his while rouge beads of cum slid down your thighs. “But maybe we should invest in a stronger bed,” you giggled.

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fanaticsnail · 4 months ago

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Charlotte Katakuri:

Beautiful (One-Shot)

Big Mom has found her son, Charlotte Katakuri, a partner she deemed worthy enough for him to court for matrimony. While he is smitten immediately with you, he is determined to make a good impression on you by not revealing his face. Your curiosity gets the better of you.

Dreaming of You (NSFW One-Shot) NSFW

He couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in his dream. The way you writhed on his lap, cried his name and allowed him to please you had him wake to sticky blankets when he jolted upright. His thoughts got the better of him, and he was wracked with a new mission to seek out whether it was a possibility to see it become a reality.

Elegia (Part 2 to Dreaming of You) SFW

After the events of Elegia with Tot Musica and Uta, you awaken to the looming figure of Katakuri standing above you. You apologise for the events that transpired, asking forgiveness for putting his siblings in danger, and only have respect meet you in your wake.

Size (Mini-fic)

You have a devil fruit that has the ability to change your own size. Big Mom wants you to carry the offspring for her large children, and will stop at nothing until you're tracked down. Katakuri finds you, and instead of taking you in, he helps you escape.

I Don't Want To Hurt You (NSFW One-Shot)

You have been married to Charlotte Katakuri for five years, and not once has he engaged with you intimately. You had not even seen his face without the shroud of fur atop it. In desperation for grandchildren from the minister of flour, his mother drugs him with a powerful aphrodesiac. The only cure is to give in to his desires and finally claim you as his spouse. Pollen trope.

Safety (Yandere One-Shot)

As housekeeper to Charlotte Linlin, Katakuri saw you as part of his family. He is obsessed with ensuring you are safe, being a human so much smaller than he was and around such a large family. He is doing all of this, just to ensure your safety. Sometimes that means following you home and watching you from outside your bed chambers.

King the Wildfire

Dreaming of you (NSFW One-Shot)

He couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in his dreams. The way he had you wrapped around his body as a marionette in his minds, dancing for them as he awoke to sticky blankets when he jolted upright. His thoughts got the better of them, and he wanted to make them a reality.

Banished Prince Loki

Dreaming of You (NSFW One-Shot)

There was something not right about this scenario. Fear gripped you as you lay helpless and quivering beneath a figure you had never met. Fear gripped you, and the cusps of reality slipped further from you the deeper you gave in to his motions.

Entertain Me (NSFW One-Shot)

He was bored. He was tired. He was... Lonely. What is a giant to do, but make a nuisance of himself before entertainment was given to him by the hands of the wardens who placed him in his chains. And what pretty entertainment you make for him.

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yayakoishii · 11 months ago

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Fangs | Katakuri x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Charlotte Katakuri x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff?

Summary: You catch a glimpse of Katakuri's full face for the first time.

A/n: I finished Wholecake Island arc yesterday and I totally fell in love with Katakuri; I love honourable fighters, and especially ones with a sense of humour! So I wrote this in one sitting suddenly out of nowhere, lol. This fic is based on how I view him, so he might feel ooc to some, but I hope you still like and enjoy it ♡

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"Go give this to Katakuri-sama," your superior handed you his layered scarf. You were still new at your job of tending to the mansion of the Minister of Flour. Actually, you were new to Totto land in the first place, so you didn't even know anyone there very well. Still, you were determined to work hard and make sure you would belong and feel at home in this fascinating land.

"Yes, ma'am!" You carefully picked up the scarf and trotted towards Katakuri's room. You hummed to yourself as you walked, wondering why Katakuri was missing his scarf. You had never seen him without it.

Although you were new here, you felt happy that of all the places you could have been assigned to for work, it was in Katakuri's mansion. The second son of Big Mom was quiet, serious and diligent– but even without saying anything, he was also quite respectful and kind. Even though you were new, you liked working for him.

Everyone said he was the perfect man, someone who never relaxed and was undefeated. You could believe the latter two, but you wondered if he really was perfect. Everyone has some flaws. Maybe no one knew his. But, you felt that even if he was flawed, he would still be perfect because of how he treated you. Though he hadn't gone out of his way to make you feel welcome, you could feel the way he looked out for everyone. He was always supporting and protecting everyone by himself– and there was nothing more attractive than that, in your opinion.

Katakuri's door was open so you leaned in and knocked. "Katakuri-sama?"

The said man was standing in the middle of the room with an identical ruined scarf in his hands with his back to you. You waited for his response.

"Place it on the dresser and close the door before you go," his calm voice sent shivers down your back. It always gave you goosebumps for some reason, but they were the good kind. You said a quick yessir and waltzed in to place the scarf on the dresser. You were expected to do your job and leave but the part of you that had the smallest crush on the sweet commander got you looking into the mirror to catch a glimpse of him before you left.

To your shock, Katakuri was looking at you through the mirror too. Both of your eyes widened and you quickly turned around and bowed a full ninety degrees, crying, "Forgive me, Katakuri-sama! I wouldn't dare to meet your eye!"

There was silence for a few seconds. You stayed frozen, heart beating rapidly. You didn't know what would happen. No one had told you what to expect if you ever made a mistake like this. Was looking him in the eye, when he hadn't told you to, a crime enough to lose your life? You didn't know, but you hoped that he would be kind or even that he would ignore you.

Instead, you felt his long legs cross over to your side. You felt him loom over you to pick up the scarf you had placed and you waited with bated breath. It seemed like he was wearing the scarf you had brought in. Oh. Now that you had gotten over the panic, you realised that you had actually caught a glimpse of Katakuri's entire face for the first time.

"Rise."

He still sounded calm but you could feel the fear shaking you like a leaf. Katakuri was so much taller and stronger than you. He could snap you into two with the flick of his wrist probably. And while that usually was something you would find hot, today it was something that was sending cold sweat down your back. You followed his command, immediately straightening up and staring ahead. You could never meet his eye ever again.

"Look at me."

Great, you internally groaned. While that command would usually make you very happy, today it sounded like the announcement of your execution. Still shaking, you turned to face him and looked up in his eyes with unmistakable fear. You noted that he was wearing the scarf you had brought and it was covering up the sharp fangs you had seen before.

Why are you hiding your cool fangs, Katakuri-sama?

"You want to see my… teeth?" Katakuri sounded shocked. You startled, staring at him with wide eyes. Did he just read your mind?! No, no, this was probably the future seeing power of Katakuri. Which meant you were probably going to end up blurting your thought of wanting to see his cool fangs out.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare to ask that of you," you hurriedly said, clasping your hands close to your chest. Your body wouldn't stop shaking.

"Why do you tremble in fear if you find them…" Katakuri abruptly cut off, looking away from you. At his height, you couldn't see his scarf covered face properly but, you really did want to see his whole face again.

"I am not afraid of your teeth if that's what you were wondering about, Katakuri-sama," you admitted, fidgeting on the spot. "I am just afraid that I may have offended you by looking at you when it is expected of the servants to just do their job and leave."

"Why aren't you scared of my mouth?" He frowned. You blinked and looked him in the eye with more confidence.

"You have given me no reason to fear you, Katakuri-sama," you answered softly, giving him your warmest smile. The action only made his eyes wider. "And… they looked really cool. They suit you well, Katakuri-sama."

No one had ever said that to him. Although not many had seen his uncovered face, Katakuri still remembered what had happened the last time he had been open about it. His teeth were hideous and made him seem monstrous. So naturally, you should be afraid of him. You should find them ugly and be disgusted; and yet, you were standing in front of him, no longer shaking like a leaf, but instead giving him the warmest and loveliest smile he had ever seen. His usually unwavering heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"If, if you give me any punishment, I will accept it," you said, determined. "My only wish is to still be of service to you, if you would let me."

"No need," Katakuri said, looking away from you. For some reason, his cheeks felt unusually warm to himself. "Just make sure never to make any mention of this to anyone else."

"Yes, of course!" You bowed again, feeling relief washing over you. "I am eternally grateful to you, Katakuri-sama! I promise to never make any such mistake ever again. I would never dare to look at you."

"And if…" he hesitated for a second as he pulled down the scarf just slightly to reveal the tips of his biggest fangs. He ended up blurting the rest when he saw the adorable way you tilted your head in curiosity. "And if I want you to?"

You said his teeth were cool right? So, you would still like to see him even without the scarf, right? He was being risky here, showing you this vulnerable, flawed side of himself, but unusually, his heart seemed to trust in you.

"If you want me to," you blushed furiously, giving him a shy smile, "then I wouldn't dare look away."

Katakuri's heart skipped another beat. It really was acting so strange today.

"Can I say something, Katakuri-sama?" You seemed hesitant to say it. Was it something offensive? Had you perhaps changed your mind? Steeling himself to hear it, he opened his mouth to say yes and saw a flash of what you were about to say.

You are really quite handsome, Katakuri-sama.

He froze, mouth slightly opened to utter an affirmation that never came. You were still staring at him nervously, wringing your hands. His cheeks felt even warmer as the seconds trickled by. Then, he cleared his throat and turned away from you so you wouldn't see the way his face was starting to match his hair.

"Perhaps another time."

It was a dismissal and he watched you leave his room. You closed the door behind you, and Katakuri felt his heart collapse into his stomach.

What was this strange fluttering feeling in his chest?

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a/n: I wanna write more for Katakuri so if you have any cute ideas, send them my way! requests are open hehe~

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kookie-doughs · 2 years ago

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Daddy Cupid

Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: Cupid's Bow

Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow

Chapter 3: Cupid's Aim

Shot At

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ʙᴜɢɢʏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇʀ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾

Chapter 2: My love so sweet, My darling one

Chapter 3: Scary ass old men

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ᴋᴜᴢᴀɴ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 ʟᴜᴄᴄɪ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 ꜱʜᴀɴᴋꜱ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍

Chapter 2: I'm literally the best stop complaining

Chapter 3: You're being super weird rn

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

Chapter 6: You're just so annoying and a menace

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

Chapter 8: Fuckin Asshole

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ʀᴏꜱɪɴᴀɴᴛᴇ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ᴋᴀᴛᴀᴋᴜʀɪ

HI GUYS OMG SO LIKE THIS STORY DERIVED FROM MY "nightly fanfiction self inserts" I USUALLY SLEEP WRITING A FANFICTION IN MY HEAD AND LIKE THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A MARCOxREADER STORY BUT I WAS LIKE THIS AU IS TOO GOOD I MIGHT AS WELL MILK IT

I ADDED ALL THE CHARACTERS I CAN THINK OF IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST FOR A CHARACTER TO BE ADDED HERE YOU CAN SEND AN ASK OF DM ME ALONG WITH A TROPE OR NOT IF YOU CANT THINK AND PLEASE MAKE THE AGE REASONABLE 11 YEARS YOUNGER IS THE MAX AS FOR OLDER NO ONE OLDER THAN YOUR DAD

YES THEYRE ALL GONNA BE STORIES LIKE MARCO'S ROUTE IS GONNA HAVE CHAPTERS AND SO WOULD OTHERS THE LENGTH ISNT ALL GONNA BE SAME IT VARIES

IF YOU WANT THE TROPE WRITTEN FOR ANOTHER CHARACTER LIKE "Childhood friend Shanks" I CAN WRITE IT AS ANOTHER STORY THE SAME TROPE CAN'T BE WRITTEN HERE TWICE IF YOU SUGGEST A DIFFERENT TROPE FOR A CHARACTER LIKE "Can you change the trope for Katakuri" IF I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HIS PART YET I WILL OBLIGE SO LONG AS YOU PROVIDE WITH THE TROPE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN

I AM POSTING THIS NOW DESPITE NOT HAVING WRITTEN ANYTHING YET IN CASE YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE TROPES OR ADD CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING

Your age in the story is 30(same age as Doflamingo), your father is Rayleigh(67). I follow the canonical age gaps just like yk different age. Shanks and Buggy are 2 years younger(28) Luffy is 8 ykyk you can follow the age line here

I hope you'll enjoy this love you all!!!!

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lizardboiii · 1 year ago

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MASTER LIST┃ONE PIECE

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

┃Last Updated: 5/26

┃Total Works: 3

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Cross Guild

Buggy

Crocodile

Dracule Mihawk

┃Tongue Tied pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Donquixote Pirates

Donquixote Doflamingo

Donquixote Rosinante

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Heart Pirates

Penguin

Shachi

Trafalgar D. Water Law

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Kid Pirates

Eustass Kid

Killer

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Straw Hat Pirates

Monkey D. Luffy

┃Breaking Up pt 1

Roronoa Zoro

┃Breaking Up pt 1

Vinsmoke Sanji

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Miscellaneous

Charlotte Katakuri

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Shanks

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%

⤷Refer to MASTERLIST for introduction and rules.

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swampstew · 8 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! ♡ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♡

CEV <3 thank you so much for sticking this in my ask box :)

I've done a part 1 here, and a part 2 here.

Now for part 3 - reader beware, these are not for the youngins and faint-hearted

Tulips - Eustass Kid x F! Reader, sexy pollen trope makes my brain go brrrr. I like that this came out both sweet and cocky, and the idea of going feral with Kid out in the open like that just DOES something to meeeeeeeeeeeeee.

2. Really Really - Virgin Eustass Kid x F! Reader, man oh man oh MAN. The idea of Thee Captain Kid still being a virgin is so hot to think about. I need him expeditiously. I'll teach him everything he'll ever need to know. YEOW.

3. Just the Tip - Eustass Kid x F! Reader, and yes its just like the name implies. Something about him just makes my brain melt, on god. And the idea of him being a HUGE FUCKING BRAT just to hold it over you is sdjaskdjsalkdjaksjfekjgkldjfiajsfiasja wsjdasjl aks jflkadjflkajfaiwr jwa. I need him CARNALLY.

Ok gonna take a step back and show some others some love cause I can actually write other characters - I just have my preferences.

4. Accidental walk-in - multi characters x F! Reader, seperately for Kid, Sanji, and Zoro, these were fun little drabbles to write for what-if scenarios. Quite tasty imho. Thinking of doing another set but haven't quite decided on the next 3 characters. TBD ig

5. All good things to those who wait - Charlotte Katakuri x F! Reader, size kink fun times! I def don't show this man enough of my sweet lovin. I need to change that. I'd 10000% fuck with him. Gimme that glazed icing, papi.

Sorry I know you might have wanted some Law and ISTG I thought the accidental walk-in post had him. imsosorry. But you can find all my Law fics here !

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inseobts · 10 days ago

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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.

Thank you thank you as always ❤️❤️

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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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*

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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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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months ago

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If it’s the Size That Counts | Charlotte Katakuri/reader

Word Count: 379

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He is so big and tall, completely towering over you in all forms of the sense. Like he is literally a giant in comparison to well, most things. You had all of it to thank from his mother ‘big mom’ who was even taller in size to Katauri's sixteen feet self. Like you weren't that short a nice natural ten feet give or take but you could reach anything on Katakuri beside his dick which in a way had its ups. You have definitely used that fact to your personal pleasures before and have to of course. This little large size difference was one of your biggest turn on, it was one of the things that brought you to ask him out in the first place.

But his personality was what made you fall in love with him, and boy do you love every inch of him. You have tried a lot of things with your giant boyfriend and even some things about yourself. like how much you love his tongue, which was bigger than average most tongues like the rest of him. But you also love how well he could get you off with the fat muscle, sometimes even more than his huge veiny dick that stretches you out just right.

You loved the way your boyfriend eats everything that you cook and how you can cook lots of it to compare with his size. It's just a small thing you enjoy but it brings you joy nonetheless. You love how safe he makes you feel whenever he is standing with or hugging you, the fact that he can tower over most people you guys come around are smaller than the both of you helps intimidating a lot of people.

You love how nice Katakuri is to cuddle and snuggle up with, his warm body heat wrapping around you like an extra blanket. The soft sounds of his heartbeat are somehow always in sync with yours. That and his faint snore were something that could always lure you to sleep. You loved your giant of a boyfriend in so many ways, more than one. You wouldn't trade him for anyone else, but the fact that you have a size kink definitely makes that point stand even stronger.

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thebunnednun · 11 months ago

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In the Arms of a Stranger Charlotte Katakuri x Bride! Reader (Part 1)

He's been popping up on my timeline for a while so I think that means he's getting a series. Pretend he's younger, or don't.

This is gonna be a long one folks.

Spolier: Reader ate the "Kage Kage no Mi" fruit.

Summary:

Kidnapped from the safety of your Straw Hat family and drugged into a forced marriage as a cruel act of revenge by Big Mom, you find yourself in a luxurious yet suffocating room with Charlotte Katakuri, the formidable son of your captor. Fear and desperation grip your heart, but amidst the terror, an unexpected truce begins to form.

As Katakuri reveals his own discomfort with the marriage and vows to protect you, a fragile bond develops. Together, you navigate the tension and uncertainty, finding solace in each other's presence.

In the midst of vulnerability and shared fears, even in the darkest times, unexpected comfort and trust can emerge.

Now, on with the show!!~

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The opulent grand hall reverberated with the lively chatter of guests and the melodious clinking of glasses, creating an atmosphere of celebration and merriment. However, amidst the splendor, [Name] couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of displacement.

Her thoughts continuously gravitated back to her beloved Straw Hat family, from whom she had been abruptly separated due to this arranged marriage. All you could remember was being stolen in the night and being presented before a large pink woman.

The entire ceremony had unfolded like a hazy dream, and now, as the night descended, it marked the beginning of their wedding night.

Your knowledge of Charlotte Katakuri, your enigmatic new husband, was shrouded in intimidating rumors, leaving you feeling apprehensive.

'Fucking shit.'

The heavy oak door to their lavishly adorned chamber clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the vast space. Silence descended like a suffocating blanket, pressing down on you with palpable weight. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood in the center of opulence, surrounded by the extravagant display of wealth.

The room exuded grandeur at every turn—the king-sized bed, adorned with layers of sumptuous silk, beckoned invitingly, yet it felt more like a throne of isolation than a place of rest. Ornate furniture, carved with intricate designs, adorned the spacious chamber, each piece a testament to extravagance. The soft glow of the dimly lit chandeliers cast ethereal shadows across the room, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

But amidst the splendor, there was a profound sense of unease, a feeling of being ensnared in a gilded cage. Despite the luxurious trappings, the room felt suffocating, each embellishment serving as a reminder of the confinement you found yourself in. The air seemed heavy with unspoken tension, and the silence seemed to magnify your solitude.

Your gaze flitted around the room, seeking solace in its lavish décor, but finding none. Every corner seemed to echo with a sense of captivity, each ornamental detail serving as a stark contrast to the freedom you longed for. Your heart ached with longing, yearning for the warmth and familiarity of your Straw Hat family, where safety and love awaited.

In this ostentatious chamber, you felt like a trapped bird, yearning to spread your wings and soar back to where you belonged. The opulence that surrounded you only served to emphasize the stark reality of your confinement, amplifying your desire to break free from this golden prison and return to the embrace of those who cherished you most.

In a moment of sheer panic, you found yourself drawn to the large bed dominating the center of the room. Instinct took over as you dropped to your knees, your movements frantic and unthinking. With trembling hands, you crawled beneath the bed, seeking refuge in the shadowy space beneath its expanse. The rapid thudding of your heart reverberated in your ears, a deafening drumbeat of fear that seemed to echo through the room.

As you huddled beneath the bed, your breaths came in shallow gasps, each inhale feeling like a struggle against the weight of impending doom. The confined space offered little solace, but you clung to it desperately, your body curling into a tight ball as if seeking protection from the encroaching darkness.

In the dimness beneath the bed, the world outside seemed distant and unreal, as if you had retreated into a realm of your own making. The shadows enveloped you like a comforting cloak, shielding you from the harsh reality that lurked beyond the confines of your hiding place.

Your mind raced with thoughts of escape, the urgency of the situation pressing down on you like a heavyweight. You couldn't stay here, couldn't bear the thought of what awaited you on this dreaded night. Your only thought was to find your friends, to seek refuge in the familiar embrace of the Straw Hat crew.

But for now, beneath the bed, you allowed yourself a moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the chaos that surrounded you. The stale air hung heavy in your lungs, but you welcomed it, using the precious moments of solitude to gather your thoughts and steel yourself for the challenges that lay ahead.

In the suffocating stillness of the room, time seemed to lose all meaning, stretching out into an endless expanse of silence. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, seemed magnified, as if the very air itself held its breath in anticipation. The weight of the mansion pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket, its oppressive atmosphere adding to the unbearable tension that hung in the air.

And then, like a harbinger of impending doom, you heard the door creak open, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. Your entire body tensed, muscles coiling with apprehension as your breath caught in your throat, the air thick with trepidation.

With each heavy footstep, Katakuri drew closer, his presence a looming specter in the darkness. The sound of his boots on the plush carpet sent vibrations rippling through the floor, each thud reverberating through your bones and echoing the pounding of your heart. Every nerve in your body screamed for you to flee, to escape the approaching danger, but you remained frozen in place, paralyzed by fear.

Closing your eyes tightly, you prayed fervently that he wouldn't notice you, that you could remain hidden in the shadows beneath the bed. The darkness offered scant protection, but it was all you had, a thin veil of concealment against the looming threat that lurked just beyond your hiding place. As Katakuri's footsteps drew nearer, you clung to the desperate hope that somehow, against all odds, you would remain undetected.

'Please, just go away. Don’t look under the bed. Please.'

As Katakuri's heavy footsteps halted mere inches from the edge of the bed, a tangible sense of dread settled over you like a suffocating shroud. His presence loomed over you, a looming shadow of menace that seemed to envelop the room in a cloak of darkness. The air grew thick with tension, each breath you took feeling like a struggle against the oppressive weight of fear that pressed down upon you.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as you held your breath, every second feeling like an eternity as you waited in agonizing anticipation. And then, mercifully, the footsteps receded, their retreat a faint echo in the silence that followed. The sound of water running in the adjacent bathroom filled the room, a stark contrast to the stillness that had preceded it. Relief washed over you in a shaky exhale, but beneath the surface, the gnawing fear persisted, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond your reach.

'This is my chance,' you thought, determination flickering in the depths of your eyes as you seized upon the opportunity before you. With a surge of adrenaline, you scrambled out from under the bed, your movements swift and urgent as you surveyed your surroundings for any sign of escape. Your heart sank as you realized the door was securely locked, a barrier that stood between you and freedom.

'No, no, no!' The panic threatened to overwhelm you, but amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a glimmer of hope emerged. You remembered your Devil Fruit powers, a latent ability that held the key to your salvation. With a fierce focus, you channeled your energy, merging with the shadows that danced along the edges of the room. The sensation was eerie, like slipping into a cold, dark void, but you clung to it desperately, knowing it was your only chance at escape.

Invisible to the naked eye, you slipped through the crack beneath the bedroom door, your movements silent and swift as you navigated the dimly lit hallway beyond. Your heart pounded in your chest as you caught sight of Charlotte Opera, his figure looming ominously in the distance, a dagger glinting menacingly under the harsh glow of the overhead lights.

'Perfect,' you thought grimly, steeling yourself for the perilous journey that lay ahead. With determination coursing through your veins, you set off into the unknown, every step a testament to your unwavering resolve to reclaim your freedom at any cost.

As you moved stealthily through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion, every step careful and calculated, your heart pounded in your ears like a thunderous drumbeat. The oppressive silence of the night was broken only by the faint sound of your own breathing, each inhale and exhale amplified by the tension that hung thick in the air. Every corner you turned seemed to hold the promise of danger, every shadow concealing a potential threat.

With practiced ease, you closed the distance between yourself and Opera, your movements fluid and silent as you closed in on your target. In a swift, decisive motion, you snatched the dagger from his grasp, the cold metal of the blade sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was a small victory, but in the face of the looming danger that surrounded you, it felt like a lifeline—a tangible symbol of your determination to fight back against the forces that sought to hold you captive.

Retreating back into the safety of the shadows, you clung to the dagger tightly, the weight of it comforting in your hand. It was a small but significant tool of defense, a reminder that you were not powerless in the face of adversity. With renewed resolve, you prepared yourself for the ordeal that lay ahead, steeling yourself for whatever challenges awaited you.

As the sound of the shower ceased and the lights in the bedroom dimmed, plunging the room into an even deeper darkness, your heart rate spiked once more. The tension in the air was palpable, each moment stretching out into an agonizing eternity as you resumed your hiding spot beneath the bed. Holding your breath, you braced yourself for whatever might come next, your mind racing with frantic thoughts as you prepared to confront the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

'Now I have the advantage but how do I get out of this?'

As you lay hidden beneath the bed, your mind raced with frantic thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. The weight of the dagger in your hand offered little solace as you grappled with the overwhelming fear of the unknown. How would you escape this predicament? What awaited you beyond the confines of this ominous mansion? The uncertainty gnawed at your insides, leaving you feeling small and powerless in the face of the looming threat.

Before you could formulate a plan of action, the bathroom door swung open with a sinister creak, unleashing a wave of hot steam into the room. Through the swirling mist, you caught a glimpse of Katakuri's towering figure, his presence like a malevolent shadow in the darkness. The air seemed to thicken with dread as his cold, unyielding gaze pierced through the haze, fixating on you with chilling intensity.

And then, in an instant, the shadows were banished by a blinding light that seared through the fog, illuminating you in its merciless glare. The stark contrast between light and darkness rendered you vulnerable, exposed to the full force of Katakuri's unwavering scrutiny. Panic surged through you like a primal instinct as his eyes bore into yours, stripping away any semblance of safety or sanctuary.

Before you could react, his hand closed around your wrist with a bone-crushing grip, dragging you unceremoniously out from your hiding place beneath the bed. The sensation was like being ensnared by a predator, helpless against the inexorable force of his advance. With each heartbeat, the reality of your predicament sank in, filling you with a visceral terror so profound it threatened to consume you whole.

"No, no, no!" The words escaped your lips in a frantic whisper, a desperate plea for escape that fell on deaf ears. In the face of Katakuri's relentless advance, you were overwhelmed by a sense of dread so potent it bordered on madness. As he loomed over you, a silent harbinger of doom, you were plunged into the depths of a nightmare from which there seemed to be no waking.

As you struggled against Katakuri's iron grip, fear surged through your veins like a torrential wave, threatening to drown you in its icy embrace. With a surge of desperation, you plunged the dagger into his wrist, a desperate bid for freedom born of sheer instinct. He grunted in pain, his reaction more annoyance than true agony, but it was enough to momentarily loosen his hold on you.

With a gasp of relief, you tumbled onto the bed, your heart pounding in your chest like a frantic drumbeat. Scrambling away, you fought to put as much distance between yourself and your assailant as possible, your movements frantic and uncoordinated. But your escape was short-lived, and you soon found yourself falling off the other side of the bed, landing with a jarring thud on the cold, unforgiving floor below.

As you lay there, your mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion, a thousand thoughts raced through your head in rapid succession. "I hurt him. What now? Will he kill me?" The questions echoed in your mind like a relentless refrain, each one more terrifying than the last. The cold floor pressed against your back, grounding you in the harsh reality of your situation as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest heaving with the effort.

Amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a fierce determination took hold, driving you forward in spite of the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume you. "I can't let him catch me. I have to survive this. I have to get back to my family." The words rang out in your mind with a clarity that cut through the suffocating haze of terror, fueling your resolve with a newfound strength.

Though the fear was almost paralyzing, the thought of your Straw Hat family served as a beacon of hope in the darkness, a reminder of the bonds that tethered you to the world beyond this nightmare. With each breath, you drew upon that strength, channeling it into a desperate bid for survival as you faced the terrifying unknown that lay ahead.

As you lay on the floor, your body trembling with adrenaline, the sound of Katakuri's approach sent shivers down your spine, his silent footsteps amplifying your terror. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, your senses heightened to a fever pitch as you struggled to control your racing heart.

'He's coming. What do I do? Think, [Name], think!'

The suspense was suffocating, the air thick with tension, as you fought to steady your breathing against the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume you.

With each step he took, the weight of his presence bore down on you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air as if the very atmosphere had turned against you.

'I can't stay here. I can't let him catch me again.'

The thought echoed in your mind with a sense of urgency, driving you to action even as panic threatened to overwhelm your senses.

As Katakuri's shadow fell over you, his form looming ominously in the dim light of the chandelier, you felt a primal instinct kick in, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. His eyes, cold and unreadable, seemed to pierce through the darkness, fixing you in place with their unyielding gaze. Your heart hammered in your chest, thoughts whirling in a frantic blur as you braced yourself for whatever came next.

'This is it. This is my only chance.'

With fear coursing through your veins, you struggled against Katakuri, desperation lending strength to your movements. In a desperate move, you slashed at him again with the dagger, hoping to fend off the looming threat that hung over you like a shadow. But Katakuri's response was swift and merciless; with a single, precise motion, he knocked the dagger out of your hands, sending it clattering to the floor, far out of reach.

Desperation filled your eyes as you whispered into the cold night air,

"Please, don't touch me!"

The world seemed to stop at this notion. Your words hung in the air, fragile and trembling, a desperate request for mercy in the face of overwhelming fear. The room fell silent, the weight of your plea echoing in the stillness as you awaited his response.

For a fleeting moment, Katakuri's intense gaze softened, his resolve faltering in the face of your vulnerability. Slowly, he pulled himself back, giving you the space you so desperately craved. You lay there, still clad in your wedding dress, a poignant reminder of the night's cruel irony. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you squeezed them shut, your body wracked with silent sobs.

In that moment of vulnerability, you were acutely aware of the fragility of your existence, a pawn in a game far beyond your control. The weight of the night's events bore down on you like a crushing weight, threatening to engulf you in darkness. Amidst the despair, a flicker of hope remained, a small ember of resilience burning brightly within you. You would endure this trial, you would survive, and you would emerge stronger on the other side.

But right now you really just needed to have a healthy cry.

Katakuri's massive form crouched down before you with surprising gentleness, his imposing stature momentarily softened by the tenderness in his movements. Despite the weight of his presence, there was a certain grace in the way he watched you, as if he were keenly attuned to the fragile state of your emotions. His usually stern expression bore a subtle shift, hints of compassion and understanding flickering across his features like shadows dancing in the dim light of the room.

As he spoke, his voice was a soothing murmur, low and gentle, cutting through the tense silence like a soft breeze on a stormy night. "I promise I won’t hurt you. I have no intention of consummating this marriage given the situation." His words hung in the air, a lifeline extended to you in the depths of your despair. For a moment, the weight of your fear seemed to lift ever so slightly, replaced by a cautious glimmer of hope.

Slowly, you opened your tear-blurred eyes, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of apprehension and longing. You searched the depths of his gaze, seeking any sign of deception or malice, but all you found was sincerity shining back at you like a beacon in the darkness. At that moment, with a trembling breath, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a fleeting second, that perhaps there was still goodness to be found in this world, even in the most unexpected of places.

As you looked up at Katakuri, his presence no longer looming over you like a specter of fear, you found yourself daring to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him to be a decent man despite the circumstances.

In the tranquil hush of the room, every breath seemed to echo, a delicate symphony of tension and resignation. Katakuri's presence, once a looming specter of dread, now exuded a sense of quiet patience, a silent invitation for you to find solace amidst the chaos of your emotions. The opulence that had once felt stifling now appeared almost ethereal, the soft glow of the chandeliers casting gentle pools of light that danced upon the walls like fleeting whispers.

"I promise,"

His voice resonated like a soothing melody, a gentle reassurance that hung in the air like a fragile thread.

"You are safe here. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to."

The sincerity in his words was a beacon in the darkness, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of fear that lingered in your heart. Tentatively, hesitantly, you allowed yourself to believe him, to entertain the possibility of a sanctuary within the confines of this ornate prison.

Your trembling began to ebb, a gradual release of tension that mirrored the softening of your surroundings. With each passing moment, the weight of your fear lessened, replaced by a cautious sense of calm that settled over you like a comforting embrace.

Though the scars of your ordeal remained, there was a flicker of resilience in your gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the strength that lay dormant within you.

In the stillness of the room, you took a trembling breath, your pulse slowing as you dared to let go of the grip of fear that had held you captive for so long. And as you met Katakuri's unwavering gaze, you found yourself taking the first tentative steps towards reclaiming your sense of agency, your spirit unbroken.

Tears of anguish continued to stream down your cheeks, silent witnesses to the pain that still weighed heavy on your heart. But intertwined with the sorrow was a sense of gratitude, a profound acknowledgment of the small mercy that had been extended to you in this moment of vulnerability. And as you met Katakuri's gaze, you found solace in the silent understanding that passed between you forged by the circumstance you found each other in.

As Katakuri stood before you, his imposing frame now softened by the absence of his wedding attire, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in his demeanor.

His broad shoulders, previously concealed beneath layers of formal clothing, now stood bare and unadorned, accentuating the raw strength that lay beneath his stoic exterior. Black sweatpants hugged his frame, emphasizing the powerful muscles that rippled beneath his skin with each movement.

And then, there was his face. Without the intimidating mask that had become synonymous with his identity, Katakuri seemed almost vulnerable, his features exposed to the harsh light of the room. His expression was unreadable, a mask of neutrality that belied the turmoil that lay beneath the surface.

But it was the intricate tattoo that adorned his left shoulder that drew your attention. A complex design of swirling patterns and symbols, it seemed to tell a story of its own, each line and curve a testament to Katakuri's strength and resilience. The tattoo, a mark of his heritage and lineage, spoke of a past shrouded in mystery and tradition.

As your gaze lingered on him, you realized that he had caught you staring. A flicker of self-consciousness crossed his features before he rose gracefully to his feet, moving with a fluidity that belied his size. Without a word, he retrieved a box of tissues from a nearby dresser, placing them gently in front of you with a silent understanding.

"I... I'm nervous too,"

He admitted, his voice a low rumble that filled the room.

"This marriage... it wasn't fair of my mother to impose it upon us like this."

There was a hint of frustration in his tone, a rare display of vulnerability that caught you off guard.

"But for now, we must act as a normal couple. It's the only way to avoid suspicion."

You nodded, taking the tissues with trembling hands as you tried to wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks. The gesture was small but significant, a silent acknowledgment of the fragile truce that existed between you. As you dabbed at your cheeks, you couldn't help but notice the smudged makeup that marred your reflection in the tissue.

Seeing your distress, Katakuri's expression softened, a rare display of empathy in the midst of chaos. "You should shower and change out of your wedding dress," he suggested gently, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of your emotions. "I'll... I'll wait outside."

"I thought we couldn't leave until... you know," you murmur, glancing towards the bed where memories of the night's events lingered like ghosts.

Katakuri groans, his frustration evident as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I forgot," he admits, before letting out a resigned sigh. His gaze returns to you, softer now, tinged with a hint of apology.

"I will wait inside the closet then. Knock three times when you are finished."

But as he starts to rise, you find yourself unable to let him leave just yet. "Wait!" you call out, your voice trembling slightly.

He pauses, turning back to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. As you rise to your feet, legs shaking with the weight of the evening's events, you move closer to him, heart pounding in your chest.

"P-please help me with the buttons in the back," you request, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the air between you crackles with unspoken tension.

He holds your gaze, the intensity of his stare making your heart race even faster. With a nod, he steps forward, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your wedding dress. The fabric falls away with a soft rustle, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in its wake.

You shiver at the sudden rush of cool air against your skin, his strength evident in the ease with which he undoes each button. When he's finished, you look up at him, meeting his gaze once more.

"I promise I will not touch you," he reassures you, his voice gentle yet firm. With that, he steps back, putting distance between you once more, before retreating into the walk-in closet.

Alone once more, you take a deep breath, the weight of the evening pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. But in the quiet of the room, you find a moment of solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

With the now slumping dress held against your form, you rush into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a shaky hand. Locking the door provides a momentary sense of security, and you slide down onto the cool tiles, back pressed against the door.

As you sit there, the events of the evening replay in your mind like a broken record. The way Katakuri had grabbed your wrist, the fear that had gripped you, and the unexpected restraint he had shown when you stabbed him... it all whirls around in your head, leaving you feeling dizzy and confused.

You consider asking him about it, about why he didn't retaliate or even mention the wound. But the thought dies on your lips as you glance down at your now discarded dress, realizing that it's probably not the best time to bring it up.

Instead, you focus on the task at hand, turning on the shower and letting the warm water cascade over your body. It's a welcome respite from the chaos of the evening, and you take your time, letting the steam wash away the physical and emotional residue of the night.

As the water cascades down, you can't help but think about how to contact Luffy or the rest of the crew. Pudding seems like the safest option, given her past interactions with your friends. But the logistics of reaching out to her are daunting, especially with Katakuri lurking just outside the door.

Eventually, you finish your shower, wrapping yourself in a large fluffy towel. Glancing at your reflection in the fogged-up mirror, you're struck by how tired and sad you look. With a sigh, you reach for a face towel, intending to run it under cold water to reduce the puffiness around your eyes.

But as you do, you realize just how large the towel is, a stark reminder of the size and strength of your new husband. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, but you push it aside, focusing instead on getting dry and applying lotion to your body.

Once you're sufficiently covered, you peek out from under the bathroom door, listening for any signs of life in the room beyond. When you hear nothing, you slip back into the room's shadows, quietly making your way to the dresser drawers in search of clothing.

You avoid the underwear set Big Mom had insisted you wear beneath the wedding dress, opting instead to dig through the drawers until you found something. Among the array of garments, you manage to find a black bra and underwear set that fits you perfectly.

A note from Pudding accompanies the lingerie, explaining that it's the best she could do under the circumstances. You hug the note to your chest, grateful for Pudding's help, before slipping into the undergarments.

Next, you find a slip that Pudding had also left for you. Pulling it over your head, you revel in the softness of the fabric against your skin. It's a simple yet elegant piece, with delicate lace adorning the edges. As you adjust the straps, you notice how the slip drapes over your figure, accentuating your curves in a flattering way.

'Would he even like something like this? Oh my God no, I can't believe I just thought of that!'

You feel your ears begin to heat up again until you turn away from the mirror. Looking down, you're struck by the contrast between the darkness of the lingerie and the sexiness of the red slip. It's a visual representation of the conflicting emotions swirling inside you.

'This won't do.'

Still feeling vulnerable, you return to the dresser drawers, your fingers trailing over the various fabrics as you search for something to provide additional comfort. Finally, you come across a large white shirt tucked away in the back of the drawer. Pulling it on over the slip, you're enveloped in its soft embrace, the oversized fit offering a sense of security you desperately need. With each button fastened, you feel a little more grounded, a little more ready to get through the night.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you catch a small whiff of something. The scent of donuts and fire lingers on the fabric, a faint reminder of Katakuri's presence in the room. You pause, the shirt draped over your shoulders, and bring the collar up to your nose, inhaling deeply. The familiar aroma envelops you, warm and comforting, like a gentle embrace in the midst of chaos. It's a reminder that despite the circumstances, you're not entirely alone.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself a moment of quiet reflection, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in the calming scent. For a fleeting instant, the weight of the world lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. It's a small respite from the turmoil of the night, but one you cling to nonetheless.

With a steadying breath, you lower the collar of the shirt and let your hand fall to your side. The fabric drapes loosely around your frame, offering both physical comfort and a semblance of emotional refuge. You're still trembling, still uncertain of what lies ahead, but at this moment, wrapped in the scent of cologne and the soft embrace of the oversized shirt, you find yourself before the closet door.

"Hey, you can come out now."

There's no movement from the door. You feel confused before remembering what he had said and raising your hand to gently knock three times. Your knuckles rap lightly against the closet door, the sound echoing in the silent room. For a moment, there's no response, only the hushed murmur of your own breathing. Then, from within the closet, you hear a soft shuffle of movement, followed by the creak of hinges as the door swings open.

Katakuri steps out, his presence filling the room once more. His shirtless form is a stark contrast to the imposing figure you've come to know, his black sweatpants hanging loosely on his frame. Without his mask, his face is revealed, and you can't help but notice deep scares that adorn his face, the sharp fangs that poke out of his lips.

He meets your gaze, his expression unreadable, before his eyes flicker down to the floor, a slight flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice low and hesitant. "I didn't mean to make you wait."

You shake your head, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. "It's okay," you reassure him, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm ready now."

With a nod, Katakuri steps aside, allowing you to pass him and make your way back into the bedroom. The scent of mochi lingers in the air, a comforting reminder of his presence beside you. As you settle back onto the bed, the oversized shirt enveloping you in its warmth, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected kindness of your new husband.

"Thank you," you murmur softly, offering a grateful nod as you settle back onto the dresser, the oversized shirt providing a comforting shield against the lingering tension in the room. But as you find yourself propped on the wood surface, a lingering ache in your wrist prompts a question you can't ignore.

"Katakuri," you begin tentatively, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and concern, "about your wrist... I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier."

His brows furrow slightly at your words, a hint of surprise crossing his features before he sighs, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's alright," he assures you gently, his tone carrying a sense of understanding. "I knew you'd be asking about that next. And I'm sorry for tugging you so harshly and for any other discomfort, I may have caused you. When I entered and didn't see you, I assumed they were going to send you in after me shortly."

You take in his apology, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. It's a response you hadn't expected, one that speaks volumes about his character. In the dim light of the room, you can see the sincerity in his eyes, a quiet reassurance in his presence.

"Thank you," you reply softly, offering him a small nod. "I appreciate your understanding."

He meets your gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between you before he nods, a small gesture of reassurance. But before the silence settles between you, another question tugs at your thoughts, one that you can't ignore any longer.

"Katakuri," you begin, your voice hesitant as you broach the topic, "about your stab wound... How did you...?"

His expression softens as he meets your gaze, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I figured you'd asking about that next," he admits with a faint chuckle, his tone laced with amusement. "My Devil Fruit powers allow me to manipulate mochi, shaping it into various forms and even extending my limbs. When you stabbed my wrist, it was made of mochi, so it didn't hurt as much as you might think."

You listen intently as he explains, feeling a sense of awe at the revelation of his abilities. It's a reminder of the world you've been thrust into, one filled with wonders and dangers alike. But in that moment, as you sit together in the quiet of the room, you find a sense of comfort in the genuine conversation between you.

As the conversation unfolds, your curiosity drifts to the scars that adorn Katakuri's mouth, the faint lines drawing your attention.

"Katakuri," you inquire softly, your voice filled with genuine interest, "what happened to your mouth? Those scars... they look like they've seen their fair share of battles."

His expression shifts slightly at your question, a hint of hesitation crossing his features before he offers a faint smile. "Ah, these scars," he begins, his voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and vulnerability. "They're... a remainder of a childhood mishap, you could say."

You sense his reluctance to delve deeper into the topic, a subtle tension underlying his words. "I got them when I was young," he continues, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

"An accident involving... donuts."

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, a hint of amusement creeping into your expression despite the seriousness of the moment. "Donuts?" you repeat, unable to suppress a small chuckle.

Katakuri nods, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he looks . "Yes, donuts," he confirms, his tone slightly sheepish. "I... stretched my mouth open too wide while eating them, and... well, the rest is history."

You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, realizing the vulnerability he must feel about the scars. "I'm sorry," you offer softly, your voice filled with genuine empathy. "It must have been difficult for you."

He meets your gaze with a grateful nod, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. "Thank you," he murmurs, his tone sincere.

"It's... not something I talk about often."

You nod in understanding, sensing the weight of his words as you sit together in the quiet of the room. At that moment, you find yourself grateful for the opportunity to learn more about the man behind the mask, scars, and all.

As the conversation winds down, Katakuri glances at the clock on the wall, noting the lateness of the hour. "It's getting late," he remarks, his voice gentle but firm. "You should get some sleep."

At his words, a wave of panic washes over you, the prospect of sleeping in the same bed with him filling you with dread. Katakuri notices the sudden change in your demeanor, his brows furrowing in concern. "Is something wrong?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours.

You hesitate, unsure of how to voice your fear. But before you can respond, he speaks again, his tone reassuring. "I could sleep in the closet," he offers, his voice calm but resolute. "You can have the bed to yourself."

Relief floods through you at his words, gratitude mingling with the lingering fear in your heart. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod, Katakuri moves to the bed, but you find yourself unable to follow. The fear still grips you, holding you back from taking that step. Sensing your hesitation, Katakuri pauses, his gaze softening as he turns back to you.

"What's wrong?" he inquires gently, his eyes filled with understanding.

You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice your feelings. "I'm... afraid," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I don't think I can..."

Katakuri considers your words for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a decisive nod, he moves to the bed, swiftly stripping it of all its coverings. "We'll make a makeshift bed on the floor," he decides, his voice calm but determined.

You watch in silence as he gathers extra pillows and blankets from the closet, his movements efficient yet gentle. When he returns, he offers you a choice of designs for the blanket, a small gesture of kindness that touches your heart.

With a grateful nod, you select a donut design, your fingers trembling slightly as you take the blanket from him. Together, you create a makeshift bed on the floor, arranging the pillows and blankets until they form a comfortable nest.

Katakuri finishes arranging the makeshift bed with a satisfied smile, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Alright, this should do it. I used to do the same for my siblings when they were younger," he remarks, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Turning to you, he waits for your response.

As he mentions returning to the closet, you remember his earlier promise not to touch you, a gesture of respect and consideration that doesn't go unnoticed. You meet his gaze, silently contemplating his offer.

After a moment of thought, you shake your head slightly. "I wouldn't mind if you slept on the opposite end of the pillow fort," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

A small smile graces Katakuri's lips at your suggestion. "Alright," he replies, his tone warm and accepting. With a nod, he settles down on the opposite end of the makeshift bed, giving you a comfortable distance.

The room falls into a hushed darkness as Katakuri dims the lights, casting soft shadows across the walls. You watch him settle onto his side of the makeshift bed, his movements deliberate and controlled. With a quiet sigh, you follow suit, curling up on your side, facing away from him.

As you lie there in the stillness of the room, you try to quiet your mind, to let the events of the day fade into the background. But try as you might, sleep eludes you. Your thoughts drift back to the chaotic events that led you here, to this unfamiliar room in a mansion far from home.

You remember the fear and desperation, the overwhelming sense of helplessness as you found yourself trapped in a nightmare not of your making. The tears come unbidden, silently slipping down your cheeks as you relive the terror of facing a future filled with uncertainty.

Each sob threatens to unravel the fragile calm you've managed to hold onto, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop, but they keep coming, a relentless torrent of emotion that refuses to be contained.

The weight of the day's events bears down on you, pressing against your chest like a heavy burden. Your breath becomes shallow and uneven, your heart pounding in your ears as you struggle to find a moment's respite from the turmoil raging within.

You turn onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling utterly alone in the darkness. The quiet of the room is suffocating, the absence of noise amplifying the cacophony of thoughts swirling in your mind.

You try to focus on your breathing, to find some semblance of calm amidst the storm raging within you. But each inhale feels strained, each exhale a release of pent-up tension that only seems to fuel your restlessness.

You toss and turn, shifting from one position to another, but no matter how hard you try, sleep remains elusive. The hours drag on, stretching into eternity, and still, you lie there, trapped in the prison of your own thoughts.

And as the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room, you realize with a sinking heart that sleep will not come this night.

You feel a presence, and you turn over to find Katakuri looking at you with concern etched across his features. His eyes are soft, a stark contrast to the imposing figure you've come to know. In that moment, you realize he's not just a fearsome pirate, but also a man burdened with his own worries and doubts.

He sees the tears glistening on your cheeks and without a word, he rises from the makeshift bed and retrieves more tissues, sliding them over to you with a quiet understanding. You meet his gaze, studying the lines of tension in his brow, the slight furrow of his brow that speaks volumes of his concern.

It occurs to you then, that he's not unaffected by the events of the night. Beneath his stoic exterior lies a vulnerability you hadn't noticed before, a vulnerability mirrored in your own trembling hands and tear-streaked face.

"Katakuri," you whisper, his name a lifeline in the darkness. He stands at attention, his posture rigid with anticipation. You pause, unsure of what to say, but knowing that you need to say something, anything to bridge the gap between you.

You feel your heart reach out to him, a silent acknowledgment of the shared struggle you both face. He meets your gaze, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, for solace. And in that moment, you see him not as an enemy, but as someone who, like you, is grappling with the weight of their own emotions.

"I... I just want to thank you," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. "For... for being here. For... for helping me."

His expression softens, a flicker of understanding passing between you.

"You are most welcome."

You glance once more at the bed, then decisively grab the donut blanket and climb on top of it. Katakuri watches you, a mixture of confusion and concern evident in his expression as you make your move.

Scooting back into the bed, you pat the space where you were just sitting, silently inviting him to join you. He stares at the spot for a long moment, his brow furrowed with contemplation, before finally taking a seat beside you.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you turn to him, your voice soft but determined. "If you would accept," you begin, meeting his gaze head-on, "I will give you permission to sleep next to me and touch me, but only for comfort and if you consent to do so. I do not wish to consummate our marriage."

There's a vulnerability in your words, a raw honesty that lays bare your fears and desires. Katakuri's expression softens as he processes your words, his eyes searching yours for a moment before a myriad of emotions flickers across his face.

Finally, he nods, a solemn acceptance of your terms. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I accept your conditions."

Relief floods through you, mingling with the lingering apprehension. Tentatively, you reach out to him, your voice trembling slightly as you continue, "But I do need a hug and would like one from you."

His gaze softens further, and without a word, he pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. In that moment, as you rest against his chest, you feel a sense of connection and understanding.

As Katakuri's arms wrap around you, you can feel the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart beneath his chest. His warmth seeps into you, a soothing balm against the cold dread that's settled in your bones. His muscles are tense at first, a reflection of his own uncertainty, but as you gently pat his shoulder, he begins to relax, the rigidity in his frame easing with each tender touch.

"May I pet your hair?" he asks softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.

You nod against his chest, your consent a whisper in the stillness. His fingers thread through your hair with a careful touch, the sensation both comforting and intimate.

The knots in your chest and the tangled web of thoughts in your mind start to melt away as his gentle ministrations continue. His scent—a unique blend of mochi, donuts, and a hint of campfire smoke—envelops you, grounding you in the present moment and gradually clearing the fog of your anxieties.

You nuzzle into him softly, feeling a newfound sense of safety in his embrace. An idea forms in your mind, a way to comfort him in return.

"May I touch your cheek?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

There's a moment of silence, a pause that stretches on until he finally answers quietly, "Yes."

Slowly, you raise your hand to his cheek, your fingers trembling slightly. As you let your fingers trace over his scar, you can feel the texture of the healed skin, and the vulnerability he rarely shows. His eyes close briefly, and you sense the tension in him easing further, your touch a silent offering of understanding and acceptance.

Katakuri leans into your touch, the warmth of your palm against his scarred cheek seeming to provide him with a sense of comfort and solace. His eyes flutter closed, and you can feel the last remnants of tension drain from his body. The rhythmic motion of his fingers in your hair slows, his breath becoming deeper and more even.

Before you know it, he's fallen asleep, his head resting gently against your hand. The sight of him, so vulnerable and at peace, tugs at your heartstrings. The steady rise and fall of his chest, and the softness of his expression, make you realize how exhausting this day has been for both of you.

You let your hand linger on his cheek for a moment longer, taking in the tranquility of the scene. His steady heartbeat beneath your touch, the warmth of his body, and the faint scent of mochi and campfire smoke create a cocoon of calm around you. For the first time since this ordeal began, you feel a glimmer of hope.

As you nuzzle into him, you close your eyes, letting the security of his presence lull you into a gentle sleep. Wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, the world outside fades away, leaving only the quiet promise of a new beginning in its wake.

You're both in this together, navigating the uncertainties of your situation as a team.

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