#op katakuri

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Sugar & Spite

One stolen moment, one shared night, and a love neither of you saw coming—proving that even the coldest bonds can bloom into something warm.

(CH 1/3) (CH 2/3) (CH 3/3)

katakuri x fem!reader a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc tags: sfw, arrange marriage, enemies to lovers typeshi(?), fluff warnings: poorly written, ooc maybe idk words count: 1.3k

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It was strange, waking up and realizing you didn’t hate him anymore.

Stranger still? Realizing he’d never hated you either.

After the merienda incident, things shifted in quiet, deliberate ways. Katakuri started coming back to the suite earlier. You noticed the scarf coming off more often. Sometimes, he didn’t even bother tying it back on at all when it was just the two of you.

You began training together in the mornings and winding down together at night — not with arguments, but silence, companionable and calm.

One evening, you both ended up sprawled on the same couch — you flipping through a book, him finishing his tea.

You felt his gaze on you more often now. Less guarded. More curious.

"You always this quiet when you're not teasing me?" you asked, voice soft.

"You prefer the teasing?"

You smiled, just a little. "Maybe."

He watched you, his expression unreadable. “You're not what I expected.”

You leaned your head back. “Good or bad?”

“…Good.”

A beat of silence passed before he added, “You saw my face. You didn’t laugh. You didn’t flinch.”

You turned to him. “Because I didn’t see a monster.”

His eyes softened. The silence between you grew warmer.

"Come here," he said suddenly.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I want to show you something."

He reached for your hand, tugging gently. You followed him through the estate, through familiar halls now tinged with something new. Trust. Anticipation.

He led you to the garden where you’d caught him before — the sugar apple tree still blooming, a blanket laid out, steam rising from a fresh pot of tea. And donuts. Of course.

But this time, he didn't sit on the other side.

He sat beside you.

And when you looked at him — really looked — you found him already watching.

"You make it hard to keep walls up," he said, low and honest.

“Good,” you replied. “You don’t need them with me.”

A long pause passed before he reached out, fingers brushing your jaw. “May I?”

Your heart thudded once — loud, steady — and you nodded.

He leaned in. The kiss was slow. Gentle. A question you both already knew the answer to.

When you pulled apart, his hand lingered on your cheek.

"I didn’t want this marriage,” he whispered, “but I’m glad I got you.”

That night, something changed.

The couch between your futons disappeared. So did the futons.

You shared a bed for the first time — not out of obligation, but choice.

And in the quiet of the dark, when his hand found your waist and your breath caught in your throat, you realized how easily the cold could melt.

His lips found yours again, slower this time, deeper — less guarded. Your fingers curled in his hair, pulling the scarf loose, revealing the mouth you’d grown fond of.

He worshipped you like you were made of sugar and fire.

You returned the favor, gently, deliberately — showing him with every touch that he was wanted, that he was safe, that you weren’t going anywhere.

Soft sighs, heated whispers, and tangled limbs followed.

You didn’t fall asleep until hours later, curled against him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Y/N," he murmured, almost asleep.

"Yeah?"

“…'m glad you're here.”

A Few Years Later…

There were two sets of tiny feet running through the garden now.

A little girl with your eyes and Katakuri’s frown chased her brother, who was trying very hard to climb a tree — and failing spectacularly.

“Be careful!” you called, hands on your hips.

“Papa said I could!” the boy shouted.

You gave Katakuri a look. He shrugged from where he was lounging nearby, half a donut in his hand and an unbothered smile on his face.

“I said try, not succeed.”

You rolled your eyes and settled beside him. “They’re gonna break something.”

He glanced at you. “Like I broke my reputation falling for you?”

You blinked. “Did you just flirt with me?”

“…Maybe.”

You chuckled and leaned against him. “I liked it.”

He kissed the top of your head.

The children squealed in the background, fighting over who got the last donut.

You sighed. “They're exactly like you.”

“Smart, strong, and addicted to sugar?”

You snorted. “Exactly.”

He looked at you then, warm and full of pride. “I never imagined I'd have this.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“Neither did I.”

But you were glad you did.

BONUS SCENE:

You were only five months pregnant when the entire Big Mom household decided that you officially needed a twenty-four-hour protection detail.

Not because of enemy threats.

No — because you’d launched a fruit knife at Oven when he tried to touch your mochi-stuffed chocolate croissant.

It missed his ear by an inch.

“She’s hormonal,” Katakuri said flatly, standing behind you with his arms crossed and the most terrifyingly calm face in the room.

“I’m pregnant, not weak,” you muttered, throwing your legs over Katakuri’s lap and reaching for the aforementioned croissant. “Touch my food again and I’ll stab with accuracy next time.”

The room was silent.

Snack visibly gulped.

Perospero whispered something like “remind me never to get on her bad side” which made Katakuri shoot him a glare so sharp he nearly choked on his tongue.

“Don’t comment on my wife,” Katakuri said darkly, one hand resting protectively over your belly.

You grinned. “Aww. Look at you. Already a possessive dad.”

He cleared his throat and looked away.

You were used to him being ridiculously overprotective since you started showing. He’d physically moved an entire dinner table because he thought the seat was too close to the fire. When you sneezed, he’d almost called the family doctor. When your ankles started swelling, he threatened to drag Smoothie to personally drain the excess fluids from your legs.

It would’ve been annoying… if it wasn’t kind of adorable.

“You’re not allowed to walk without me,” he said one evening while tucking you into bed. “Or lift anything heavier than a spoon.”

You stared. “What about a fork?”

“…I’ll think about it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love.”

That shut you up.

Because, yeah… he was. And so were you.

You went into labor a few weeks early.

Katakuri didn’t panic — but he did punch through a wall on the way to the birthing room. Cracker helped you get there while yelling at him to focus, while Smoothie held your hand and ordered everyone else out with a wave of her sword.

You refused to scream. You were too damn stubborn.

Instead, you gritted your teeth and glared at Katakuri every time the contractions hit. “This is your fault.”

He held your hand and nodded solemnly. “I know.”

“And if you ever breathe on me the wrong way again after this—”

“I won’t.”

“You better still want more kids after this.”

“…We’ll talk.”

The moment your first baby cried, everything stopped.

Katakuri froze — eyes wide, mouth open, like someone had just dropped the world in his lap.

You looked at your daughter, then at him.

He held her with the gentleness of a man who’d spent his whole life holding back — and was finally allowed to let go.

“She looks like you,” he whispered.

You smiled weakly, exhausted and dazed. “No, she’s prettier.”

He kissed your forehead, then your hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“For what?”

“For being mine.”

A Year Later…

“You’re sure she doesn’t have mochi powers?”

“I think she just likes chewing on her brother.”

Katakuri sighed as he watched your daughter nibble on her twin’s arm like a teething donut. You sipped your tea, watching them from the garden swing, belly already swelling with your third.

“You said you wanted a big family.”

“I didn’t know I’d be outnumbered.”

You smirked and leaned against his shoulder. “You’re a war general. You’ll survive.”

He kissed your temple, arms wrapping around you.

And in the sunlight, surrounded by kids, chaos, and too many donuts, the two of you found peace in the most unexpected place.

Each other.

[goingmerryfics]

Calling them ‘daddy’ - Law, Sanji, Katakuri, Ace

Content: NSFW content, minors DNI. Daddy kink, fem reader in Sanji’s part, kinkshaming, two are accidental slips, pet names, some are established relationships

Law

Shachi grins, continuing the conversation, pulls up another pirate’s wanted poster

“Alright. Daddy, or not daddy?”

It’s such a stupid game -choosing which pirates are hot by labeling them as ‘daddy’- but it makes you all laugh, so you answer

You don’t even hear Law calling you three over the laughter

Fed up with it, he sharply calls out all three of your names

You turn, and in a moment of brain fog, you shout

“Yes, daddy!”

Immediately you see your error, mixing up replying with his usual title of Captain and saying ‘Daddy’ due to your game

It’s not what it looks like, but the damage is done. Shachi and Penguin are laughing their asses off, half the crew is losing it, and the other half is just confused, and Law is glaring daggers into you

You quickly correct yourself by shouting, ‘Captain’, trying to will away the heat in your cheeks

He’s not impressed

“You.” He points to you, “are going to meet me in my office after this.”

Sanji

The both of you were in the kitchen after you’d offered to help him prep for dinner. It was nice to be alone with him, and watching him so focused was fascinating

“Can you cut the carrots, princess?”

and you’d answered, “Sure, daddy.”

You intended to tease him a little, but he doesn't even have a reaction to it. He’s so focused that if it’s not food related, he doesn’t seem to realize what’s going on

So every time you’re asked a question, you sneakily add the word to the end of your reply to him

It takes so long for it to set in, but you know exactly when he realizes it because he suddenly shouts and backs away from the stove, blood rushing out of his nose

He drops to his knees before you, face as red as the cayenne pepper you’d spilled on the counter earlier

he takes your hands, his grip gentle as if handling a porcelain doll

“My sweet, sweet pumpkin pie!”

It takes an hour to get him off of you

Katakuri

“Don’t.”

You’re lying against him, in the privacy of his Merienda, both snacking on your favorite treats

You ask him what he means- don’t what?

“I know what you were going to say.”

He’s so calm about it. You don’t even know what you mean until you remember what you were thinking of- you had been wondering what he would be like as a father

Judging by the hint of blush on his face, easy to see here in the Merienda with his scarf set aside, you realize you were probably at some point going to connect the thought to another and call him ‘daddy’

You end up grinning and poking at him, asking why he’s blushing

He won’t answer you, just looks away with a little grumble. You’ll have to bring it up later to see if his reaction leads to something more

Ace

You were distracted and Ace was pestering you for attention, chatting your ear off and asking you questions

“What’s for dinner?”

“What are your plans today?”

It had slipped out of your mouth without you even thinking after answering one of his stupid questions and now he won’t let it go

You hadn’t even noticed it when you said it- you were too annoyed to pay attention to what words you were using, but he did

You’ve never seen someone turn around so fast. His hat even falls off his head.

“Huh? What did you say?”

He knows damn well what you said, he just wants to hear it again

He pokes at your reddened cheek all day, refusing to say it again and swearing you don’t know where it had come from when you said it

“Say it again, c’mon, I wanna hear you say it!”

Honestly, you have no idea why you put up with this guy sometimes. He’s lucky he’s cute

[shirmart]

OP sketches I made till a long working week

[wesaier]

Sweet man

[clare-875]

OMG, I SUUPPERRR Love the "New Names" Prompt, it was actually what led me to your blog here, the last 3 parts were a blast to read, so I was wondering if you could maybe do a part 4 that includes Kidd, King, Katakuri, and maybe 2 or 3 characters of your choice?

New Names pt.4 (Kid, Katakuri, Smoker)

_____ Pairings: Kidd x Reader; Katakuri x Reader; Smoker x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc. Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't watched One Piece up to where King is introduced so I added Smoker instead (I couldn't think of any other characters)! I'm so glad you like the series! [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 3: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin] _____

- Kid -

(A/N: Suggestive towards the end?)

When you decide to play a small prank on your boyfriend it is only later that you find out the consequences you should've regarded beforehand. But in the moment you were too giddy to care. You had finally thought of something not too bad that Kid would kick you off the ship but noticeable enough for him to react. So, when your eyes spotted your boyfriend's signature red hair and permanent frown, you had to struggle to keep the grin from spreading on your face.

You just had to see it through until the end.

He had sauntered in as always, eyes sharp and broad shoulders slouching, his gaze darting to you so subtly you'd have to be an expert to witness it. You are in an open space - the deck of the ship - and so he barely gives you any sign of intimacy but he always prefers to linger by your side. He seems irritated as you had not been beside him for long today, and you soon find out your thoughts are right by his prompt words.

"Babe," his voice is deep in the air but gritted against his teeth. "Here you are, I fucking searched the whole ship for you."

You fight to roll your eyes at his impatience but you concede to the plan you have set out for yourself and reply.

"Sorry buddy, I should've let you know earlier I'd be on deck."

And all of a sudden, you could hear a pin drop.

Promptly, it's like the ocean waves that crash against the ship go silent along with the restless wind in the sails. Your crewmember's voices hush to nothing as they eye you and your Captain, unsure of whether to laugh or cry at your words. All they know is that you are fortunate to be his girlfriend because partner or not, Kid would likely throw anyone off the ship if they called him buddy.

His expression does nothing to hide just that fact.

He had frozen still, his eyes had sharpened deadlier than usual, fists clenched to his side and face darkening. You can see the twitch of his eyebrows and the tensity of his form but are most surprised to see a slight pink hue on his cheeks. Was that embarrassment?

Despite the "dangerous" atmosphere, you have to fight back a laugh.

"Are you alright, buddy?"

Your crew members gape at you, some shaking their heads to try and stop your words. But you are bold. Of course you were, you were dating Eustass Kid.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Kid approaches you but then he bears witness to your lips quirking upwards into a sly grin. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you lean back into the chair you sat in, but unbeknownst to you it is then that your boyfriend’s mind clicks.

"Bu-ddy," you reply in a sing-song voice.

The crew are shocked at their Captain's restraint, especially when they see him look like he's ready to murder someone. The funny thing is that he looked like he was ready to kill anyone who wasn't you.

They all collectively take a step back.

However, their shock only amplifies ten-fold when all the pent-up tension fades as Kid's lips turn upwards into a taunting smirk. Killer has to stop himself from putting a hand to his head at everyone’s absurd reactions.

"Now princess, it seems you've forgotten who's actually in charge here."

Your eyes widen in your own surprise at the sudden change in his demeanour. Kid looks at you with his same sharp eyes but his wide smirk shines almost scarily as he approaches you closer. “You think you can get away with pranking your Captain? Cause I don’t think you fucking can babe.” He pulls you to your feet before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

"Hey- okay, I'm sorry! I’m sorry! Kid! Babe, put me down!"

But Kid does not heed your words and instead walks away from the still-gaping crew, intent on having you in his chambers until it is only his name that slips your lips.

- Katakuri -

When you are left alone with your thoughts, you oftentimes come up with ideas that usually incorporate your boyfriend. And today, you found yourself quite alone. You were bored and waiting for Katakuri to come back to you after being sent on a mission to God-knows-where. Luckily, a thought had popped into your mind quite easily and it had intrigued you to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

Speaking of which, you could hear heavy footsteps making their way to your door, and sure enough, your stoic boyfriend had knocked, patiently waiting for you to answer. You grin happily despite your plan as you missed him though he has been gone only a few hours. "Coming!" You instantly stand and open your door, smile only brightening at the sight of Katakuri safe and at home. You see his eyes soften as he looks at you.

"Hello love," His words are gentle to you, and you hesitate for only a moment before complying with your plan.

"Hey man, I missed you!"

In a rare moment, you see Katakuri's eyes shine with complete confusion. It is followed by the furrow of his brows as though he thought it was not you speaking to him, but someone else. The expression only lingers for a moment though, and then he looks at you with his usual, serious stare.

"Love..."

You freeze when he looks at you so knowingly, so quickly.

"Y-Yeah man?"

Katakuri sighs before leaning down to your eye level, patience in the depths of his reserved eyes.

"Is this another one of your tricks where I am to be surprised by your words or actions?"

You stop in surprise at how he has figured you out so easily, only now realising he must’ve gotten used to your impromptu pranks when left to your thoughts. You stutter before sighing heavily and rolling your eyes.

"Yes love, it is. You could’ve played along though!”

Your boyfriend looks at you with the same softness in his eyes as he witnesses your pouting face.

“Apologies love,” his words are muttered gently by your ear. He then removes the scarf that covers the lower half of his face, and suddenly he kisses your cheek softly. “I just rather terms of endearment from your lips, rather than man.”

You freeze at his actions and words and all of a sudden it is you who is taken aback as heat rushes to your face. As Katakuri steps past you into your chambers you feel yourself so lost in thought that for a moment, you completely forget about your failed prank. That is until your boyfriend calls for you again.

- Smoker -

Your boyfriend is often preoccupied and busy with the tasks that come with being a high-ranking officer of the Marines. You know the challenges and toils of being one, as you are one yourself. However, that doesn't disregard the fact that you miss him sometimes, as your roles often put distance between the two of you. Today was no different but Smoker would be returning to you soon after a shorter mission than usual, and unbeknownst to him you had come up with a small prank in the short time you were apart.

Your eyes move forward to the sight of a Marine ship approaching port and you fight to contain your grin. Sure enough, you can hear the rowdiness of Smoker's crew and the shouts of Tashigi as they go to dock the ship. When they finally do, they race to solid ground, most of them grinning and others saluting you as they pass. "Hello Vice-Admiral [y/n]!" You simply smile as you await your boyfriend and sure enough, he comes off the ship to you soon after, a nod of acknowledgement as he approaches your side.

"Hello love," he murmurs to you lowly and only so you can hear. You smile at the subtle way his eyes soften slightly, knowing he has missed you too.

"Hey dude, how was your mission?"

As you walk toward headquarters, suddenly you find that Smoker has frozen and his footsteps faltered. You stop and turn to him in mock confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He eyes you carefully as smoke bellows from the cigar in his mouth.

"Dude-?"

He quickly interrupts, the furrow of his brows and twitching of his lips showing you that he has of course noticed and was troubled.

"Who are you talking to right now?" Smoker grumbles to you, still static where he stands. You decide to approach him then, and tilt your head to the side, playing dumb.

"You?"

Smoker grits his teeth, the cigar in his mouth almost snapping in half. He leans down to you, so you see the way his eyes have sharpened.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't answer to dude. I thought you of all people would know that."

Your words stumble at his sudden proximity and you feel the heat wanting to rush to your face.

"I- I don't know what-"

Smoker lifts his hand and flicks your forehead lightly watching in amusement as you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Don't do that again."

He then continues walking but silently waits for you to fall into step beside him once more. He had missed you too much to hear such a platonic term slip your lips. He smiles subtly when you catch up to him once more, a kissable pout to your lips.

[inseobts]

Chains of the heart

charlotte katakuri x reader

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

words count: 1.4k

tags: WCI spoilers, fight, forced marriage

masterlist // ko-fi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luffy’s face hardens for a moment before he grins “Well, what I know for sure is that you’re part of my crew now, too. We’ll get you out, just like our Sanji.”

After talking to Luffy, you feel a sense of determination growing inside you. You’ve been fighting for your freedom for so long, and now that Luffy is here, the plan begins to form.

Luffy’s voice rings with optimism, “We’ll break you out of this! You deserve better than a forced marriage.”

“You really think you can do that?” you ask, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

Luffy grins “No one gets left behind!”

You smile despite yourself “Thanks, Luffy. I’ll help you get Sanji back. And when the time comes, I’ll be leaving with you.”

You begin working with the Straw Hats to help them get Sanji back, all the while hiding your inner turmoil. Every interaction with Katakuri is strained, though you notice how he watches you carefully, almost protectively.

“You’re planning on leaving, aren’t you?” Katakuri asks one night, his voice quieter than usual. There’s something in his tone—almost like he’s resigned to it.

You meet his gaze, stubbornly “Yes, I am.”

“I’ll make sure your escape is… easier,” Katakuri says reluctantly. “But know this: if you leave, I won’t let you come back.”

You nod firmly, even tho your heart breaks a little, “If I leave, I’ll never come back”

You find yourself trapped in Luffy’s fight with Katakuri in the Mirror World is fierce. The tension between the two is palpable, and though you’ve spent much of your time fighting alongside the Straw Hats, you find yourself torn. Katakuri has shown you so much more than you expected—kindness, subtle care, and a level of respect that you never thought you’d receive from someone like him.

But since the start of this war you decided to side with the Straw Hats and you can’t change it now that it’s ending, even while watching Luffy push Katakuri to his limits. But you can’t resist anymore after seeing Katakuri vulnerability without his scarf, so you step forward, your voice shaking.

“Luffy!” you call out, running between the two “I think that’s enough, we should just leave now.”

Katakuri pushes himself to stand up and put an hand on your shoulder, “please move aside, I don’t need to be protected. And for the record, I’m fighting for you as well, y/n”

You look at him with regret, thinking that maybe you're doing it all wrong. But it's too late now, so you look at both of them, both determined to win, you nod and step aside to let them continue.

At the end of their fight you run towords Katakuri and try to help him but he gently grabs your wirst to stop you, "go, run away from here now that you can. Now I know that even out there, there will be someone who will protect you."

Now you feel the weight of your decision pressing down on you. Luffy’s words about freedom and loyalty ring in your ears, but a small voice inside you tells you that you’ve found something different with Katakuri. Something that’s real.

He let go of your wirst and turn his head to look away and avoid your eyes. You don't even have time to think that Luffy calls you to leave and you follow him but not without looking over Katakuri one last time and see his sister trying to help him. A sense of regret in you.

As the dust settles after the fight, Luffy and the others are ready to leave. You stand there, conflicted, caught between your past and the future that beckons with the Strawhats. You see the freedom in their eyes, the unrelenting will to fight for what’s right, and you feel that same fire inside yourself.

But when your eyes land on Katakuri, you realize the truth. The connection between you both isn’t just duty anymore—it’s something deeper, something worth fighting for.

“I’m staying” you say, your voice steady and sure.

Luffy looks at you, understanding in his eyes “I get it. You don’t have to explain it. But remember, you’ll always have a place with us.”

All the strawhats there smiling at you as to confirm their captain’s words.

You nod smiling at them, then turn to Katakuri, who’s watching you with that familiar, unreadable gaze. Slowly, he approaches, his usual reserved demeanor softening just enough to show that he respects your choice.

Katakuri finally looks at you, a mixture of confusion and relief crossing his face “You… You’re sure?”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest “I’m not staying out of obligation, Katakuri. I’m staying because I want to be here. With you.”

“I’ll protect you, y/n. I’ll make this marriage something real” Katakuri says, his voice almost tender.

Your heart swells with a strange mix of relief and uncertainty. But one thing is clear: you’ve chosen your path. And this time, it’s your choice.

The weeks pass, and with the battle over, a strange new peace settles between you and Katakuri. Your marriage, once forced, has evolved into something more.

One evening, as you sit across from him at dinner, you look up from your plate, meeting his eyes “You know,” you start, half-smiling, “this doesn’t feel so bad anymore.”

Katakuri’s lips twitch “I told you it wasn’t as bad as you thought.”

“You didn’t tell me anything,” you tease, grinning “you just kept being grumpy and mysterious. It wasn’t very helpful.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, but you notice the faintest smile tugging at his lips “And you didn’t make things easier either” he retorts, but there’s no heat in his words.

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand “So… I guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

Katakuri looks at you for a long moment, then, in his usual quiet way, says, “I suppose we are.”

And for the first time in a long while, you feel something lighter—something that isn’t burdened by forced duty. Something that’s real.

[luvlyycy]

katakuri is too big. his cock is so heavy and thick that you're honestly afraid of having it inside of you. like c'mon , he's seventeen feet tall . how the fuck is that dick fitting in you?

but he doesn't care bout allat, he'll stimulate his dick anyway he can. rub it on your soft tummy as his balls graze against your thighs, the mushroom tip of his huge dick rubbing against your boobs as you press them together.

katakuri will rub his dick on your back, rubbing his heavy balls against your ass as he does so, giant hands resting on your waist.

if you get antsy about having something deep in that greedy lil cunt, he'll finger you. his fingers are so thick that it honestly feels like getting fucked, he'll even unwrap his mouth and eat you out as a treat.

after all he does love sweets .

[themetalhiro]

One piece sketches part 52,000 It don’t stop

[hornlessbread]

[fanaticsnail]

I know dreaming of you are group works but I literally want one for katakuri sooo bad like, the GRIP this man has on me is insane

(I love him so much🍩❤)

(Ps.I'm sorry if this sounds like a demand I didn't mean it to❤)

Sweet anon, I have had a grapefruit flavoured soju and immediately began this as soon as I saw it in my ask box an hour ago. I hope you enjoy! (Don't worry, honey. I crave the big guy too).

Dreaming of you

Masterlist Here

Word count: 1,800+

SFW Part 2 Here

Synopsis: 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.

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader x katakuri, fingering, nicknames, haki, dub con (Using your image to picture satisfying him in his fantasy), suggestive content, size difference, feelings, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here, Please read the warnings. I normally do this in threes, but as soon as I saw the ask, I needed to know. Enjoy playing the part of Katakuri's fantasy. Art link.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Sat on his lap with your back on his chest, his middle digit gently began pistoning in soft beckoning motions into your glistening cunt. His face was coated in a soft glow of blush, his toothy grin tugging dotingly up his cheeks as he watched you cum on his hand through half-hooded lashes. 

Your legs shook as he slowly brushed against your g-spot, angling his large hand over your clit and grinding into it with his palm. Huffing and panting, your release gushed over his leather pants and coated them with another wave of your slick as he stretched your tight pussy with his large fingers. 

“Did you cum again for me, little mouse?” he cooed down at you, gently drawing his index finger over your chin and dragging the pad of his fingertips over your jaw. You looked up at him, the soft sheen of your dewy sweat coated your forehead and stuck the loose strands of your hair against your head. 

“I-I-...” you struggled to find the words, your head fuzzy and spiraling with the sheer number of times Katakuri had devoted to making you whimper, writhe and cream your desires over his fingers, lips and tongue. He offered you nothing but love in his hazel eyes, blinking slowly and angling his face down to smile at you in a soft gaze. 

“I know you did, sweet thing,” he affirmed, drawing soft patterns into your cheek and offering you a kiss on your glistening forehead, “I felt you flutter around me when you called my name. So pretty,” he complimented, rubbing his large cheek over your head and inhaling your perfume, “So sweet.”

You whimpered, drawing your hands up to his face and tugging at his jaw. Moaning and pleading with him, you pressed intentional and desperate kisses against his cheeks, lips, teeth and chin while confessing your desires. 

“I want to try again,” you called to him, imploring him to give into your demands, “Please can we try again? I promise I’ll behave and listen. I can do it this time, promise.” Katakuri groaned, his cheeks deepening with their soft flush as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, your gummy walls contracting with aftershocks of pleasure as he did so.

“We can’t, you know this,” he attempted to relay to you, gently pressing on your shoulders and turning you in his lap, “I am over seventeen feet tall,” he gestured to his tattooed chest before gently caressing your shoulders, “You don’t even reach half that height. Where are you going to fit it-?”

“-I don’t care,” you reassured him and cut off his train of thought, pressing needy kisses against his chest, trailing lower to his belt buckle, “I’ll make it fit. I am determined to make it fit.” You tugged hard on his belt and released the metal clamp from the leathery holster, “I promise it’ll fit.” 

“It won’t fit,” he again argued, gently tugging at your shoulder with a soft nudge, “You can’t fit it in both of your hands, let alone anywhere else. It’s okay, I assure you,” he urged you to look up at him by drawing up your chin with his index and middle fingers, “It doesn’t make me love you any less.”

You grit your teeth, looking down at him and hardening your resolve. He smiled at your expression, adoring your soft pout and closing his eyes as he was sure he had convinced you to give up on your little mission. It was true, there was no natural way for him to slot himself within you without tearing open your abdomen and breaking your smaller body. 

As he closed his eyes, he felt something soft, wet and tight begin to descend onto his knob. He immediately snapped his eyes open, his eyes wide with shock as you took him within your pussy while wincing back the pain. 

“What are y-you-...?” he began, halting as he gasped at the sensation of your body choking his shaft with your tight pussy. His hands shook, his body ignited with lust and arguing with himself to tug your body away from him, while fighting the urge to buck up into you. 

“I-... I can do it,” you grit your teeth, your eyes clenching shut as you descend onto him inch by inch. Finally taking his large tip into your body, he could see the outline of his knob sheathed within you. Gritting his teeth, he balled his hands into fists and held them firmly at his sides. 

“D-Don’t,” he implored you, his breath hitching in his throat as you took more of him into yourself, “Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.” He begged, huffing and panting as he felt more of you descend onto his throbbing cock. His shaft twitched at the base involuntarily, prompting a cry to fall from his lips as they parted in shock. 

“I…” you growled at him, prompting his eyes to open at the tone of your cadence, “...can do this.” Your determination held something else in your eye, his own gaze meeting your steely determination as you took the final few inches of his shaft deep within you. He looked closer, noticing the tinge of red around your irises, the lightning veins of swirly command prompting him to fall his toothy jaw slack in shock.

“Armament haki?” he whispered at you, his gaze trickling over your naked form in shock and awe, “You’re-... nnnnhg-... you’re using armament haki in order to take my cock?” His voice stuttered as his resolve nearly crumbled in its cower. Your eyes darkened, your pussy fluttering around him as it contracted to endure his size.

“I am,” you confirmed with a curt, dangerous and feral nod, “And I can hold this armament haki for three minutes,” you splayed your fingers on his happy trail and bounced a little to ensure it was working. You looked up at him with a manic glint in your eye, his eyes trembling in shock as you uttered mischievously, “So you have about one minute forty five to use me the way you so desperately want to, sweetheart. Better get going.” 

Without much further warning, Katakuri spun you beneath him and began mercilessly bullying you with his exceptionally girthy cock. The indent of his shaft molded your body to fit his contour, the bulge in your abdomen protruding as he sheathed himself with every harsh thrust. 

He had never been with a partner, always fearing to tear them in half and break them the moment he gave into his desire. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out for the remaining minute and thirty seconds you had remaining of this armament, simply lost to all other thoughts than how perfect you felt wrapped around him. He huffed and panted your name, using you as his personal sleeve as he grasped your hips in a single hand beneath where you lay under him.

“I-I’m-... I’m-... I’m-...” he growled, feeling his release pool in his abdomen and tighten in the pit of his belly, “I’m gonna cum. I’m g-gonna cum.” 

“Cum in me, Katakuri,” you urged him, your body taking him effortlessly without a hint of pain or sorrow, “Claim me, make me yours. I’m yours. Only yours.” He pulled you into him further, harder, faster, stronger. His hips stapled you against the mattress as he felt the first twitches of his cock readying for erruption. 

“Hh-hah-... I’m c-cumming,” he sobbed, his teeth drawing down to nibble at your neck as he began to ride his high, “I’m cumming, I’m-... f-fuck-... I’m cumming.” He shot rope after rope of his pearlescent cum deep within your abdomen, immediately splashing back and coating the base of his shaft and balls with each hefty wave of sticky release. 

Huffing and panting, he continued riding through his high, his bucking, tugging and grinding continuing to have him sob your name as he finally experienced the unity between the two of you. He felt relief and bittersweet sorrow eclipse his being the moment his ecstasy ceased, looking down at you with awe and amazement. 

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead as he felt the final spurts of his pent up release brush into your body and splash back onto his own. As he darted his eyes between yours, your image dissipated into a cloud of vapor and his eyes widened in shock. 

He shook his head, reopening his eyes and noticing his room was without luminance and dark in comparison to the soft, smoky glow it was lit with moments before. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he looked down at himself and noticed another duvet ruined by his midnight muse. He growled at himself, his jaws clenching tightly shut as he came to terms with everything he dreaded. 

It was another dream. 

Another dream about you.

When he met you and the rest of the Straw-Hat crew back at Cake Island for the wedding between his sister and the Vinsmoke boy, he was immediately captivated by you. You had a fiery temper, a need to care for your crew, and compassion for your enemies by heeding a code of conduct while you battled. 

You hurt his sister, Brulee, by engaging her in combat. Something he was going to ensure you paid for with interest the moment he had an opportunity to do so. As she was harmed a little more than you potentially intended, you halted the combat to ensure she was truly okay. Your need to ensure she had an ‘out’ from the fight, to offer her a swift execution or an honorable understanding if she stood down had him immediately smitten with you. 

The minister of flour was in love with you, something he didn’t anticipate ever feeling for an individual. And this was the twelfth time this month he had dreamt of you. His dreams started with him engaging you in battle for you to halt it and offer him peace in the form of a donut. As the dreams became more intense, he pictured himself revealing his face to you and having you accept him for who he was. 

This was the first time he had ever pictured himself fucking you. He had always ever pleasured you in his dreams, never seeking satisfaction for himself due to the sheer impossibility of it. You were small, he was tall: there was nothing he could do to change that fact. 

Nothing, until his dreams offered him this solution. 

He immediately began cleaning up after his night visit, reaching for his tissue box beside his bed and tidying the glubs of his release over his abdomen, deflating shaft, and bedsheets beneath him. Getting up from his reline, he headed over to his desk and pulled out a small collection of information regarding armament haki. Sifting through the pages, he thought this time he had finally found the solution. 

This time, he could finally find a way to experience what he had denied himself for so long. 

He could only hope that you were not only able to wield armament haki, but that you could consider the possibility to engage yourself with him in a relationship. He loved you from afar, using his sister’s ability to check in with you from time to time after the battle. You seemed friendly enough with them both whenever they checked in, perhaps you could see yourself with someone like him.

His hope would come soon enough, his sister's face split up in a large smile as she spoke with you on a den-den snail. You were aboard the Thousand Sunny and sailing with your captain towards Elegia to see Uta's concert. Inviting Brulee to join you at the venue, to sing along to Uta's music with her, was potentially his way to confess his love for you once the festivities concluded.

[grandline-fics]

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

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

WARNINGS: none come to mind.

CHARACTERS: Katakuri

WORDS: 1,598

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

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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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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[uboinlubo]

I’m fucking devastated.

[goingmerryfics]

Please, please, please my man Katakuri x Big mom's Baker!Reader. The Reader would be the who cook katakuri's merienda

The Dozen - Baker!Reader x Katakuri

Content: Katakuri realizes he’s in love, that’s it

Notes* When I got this request I was nearly done with Whole Cake Island and let me tell you, I love this man and this prompt. Here you are!

Katakuri

Katakuri was starting to notice that the donuts taste different.

It wasn’t a bad thing, per say. Actually, it was quite the opposite. These ones weren’t as greasy, they were a little lighter, more vanilla, more glaze. 

It was enough for him to notice it quickly in the very short time since you had started working as Big Mom’s new baking apprentice, intending to take over the role as the head of the kitchen someday

Each donut was crafted with care, perfectly round and plated beautifully.

They paired well with his tea!

Katakuri knew his donuts. These were different, and he wanted to know why

That’s what led him to seeking you out for the very first time

 Hearing that he was on his way, the kitchen was in a panic- worried that maybe they had let you get too carried away with your new job, that maybe it was too early to let you serve him your baked goods.

But you were confident in your ability and your skill, unwavering until he’s standing before you

You had heard that he was tall, but this was a completely new level. He was huge, imposing, his presence demanded you attention without words.

You swallowed hard, waiting for him to speak

“Are you the baker that made my donuts?” He asks you calmly

You confirm his suspicions, and he nods

There’s a weird silence as he tries to figure out what to say.

There’s a few things about you that he wants to comment on- the colour of your hair, how wide your eyes are- but he settles with a quick word of praise for you to keep it up before leaving in a rush. 

It was a strange encounter for both of you, because as he leaves he finds himself… Confused

Charlotte Katakuri is known for his unflinching loyalty to his family, his honor, and his stoic, cool demeanor. A warrior that is undefeated and has never fallen on his back.

But all that feels like it’s been thrown out the window in an instant, because with just one look, he feels something changing inside him

He finds himself thinking of you even when he’s not eating your snacks

When he’s just going about his day and trying to act normal but he can feel the heat in his face when he thinks about those eyes of yours

He’s really glad for his scarf at times like these.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by others around him, and he always gets flustered when he’s trying to save himself.

Suddenly he can’t seem to control his emotions and it’s all your fault

He tries to keep it down, tries to suppress the feeling, but you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it.

Each new batch of donuts only makes him feel more and more for you

A month after your first encounter, he calls for you to meet with him. He needs to see you again, to talk to you properly, at least to get your name so he knows what to call the person that’s taken his heart so quickly

The person that’s taken him down with just a look

He wants to see you smile, know what your dreams are, and hear stories about where you’re from

It starts to become a weekly thing, and then about three times a week when he can spare the time

him seeking you out to talk, get to know you better, and listen to you laugh 

He’s a little apprehensive to talk much about himself, even as you encourage it, though

He’s such a sweetheart to you as you soon learn. He cares about his family and he does what he can to take care of his siblings in his work

He won’t confess to you, but you’re suspicious that he might have feelings

You’re pretty sure you’re starting to feel for him, too

[starzshark]

emo teen law

[clare-875]

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

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

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

- Shanks -

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

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

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

- Crocodile -

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

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

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

- Mihawk -

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

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

"Love, you are utterly exquisite."

- Katakuri -

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

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

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

- Smoker -

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

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

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

- Killer -

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

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

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

[inseobts]

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.