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mamamittens · 7 months

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Hi! May Kata and I please have Vanilla Milkshakes with Chocolate and Strawberry syrups and fruit with sprinkles on top! Can we get a Hot Damn, hold the Alice in Wonderland with Motor Oil and Black Jack for me. Oh and that strawberry-red bean mochi ice-cream. Call me "Liz" I'm a decently tall woman she/her. I'm a bit on the heavy side with blue eyes very pale skin and long wavy dark hair that goes past my hips. I'm a bit of a people pleaser and I take things calmly right up until I hit "NOPE!"

OKAY! A bit longer than intended but here it is! Finally! (Sorry for the wait!)

I decided to lowkey imply 'Liz' is roughly his height, maybe a few inches shorter but never addressed it directly, btw.

Warnings: Dubious consent, yandere behavior, possessiveness, protectiveness, unsafe sex, marking, oral sex (female receiving), arranged marriage, praise kink, and possible marriage kink.

Word Count: 2,426

Liz didn’t know why she was here.

Okay, so the wedding dress was a pretty clear indication. But Liz was and has been at a total loss as to why she was getting married since she’d been informed of it a month ago. Members of Big Mom’s crew going in and out of her town to ensure everything was in order. It was baffling and stressful.

Her family didn’t own anything of importance. A small grocery store—Liz doubted that’s what caught Big Mom’s eye—and a little townhouse. That was it. No one in her family had done anything noteworthy in the past few generations besides survive and be tall. But surely that wasn’t it? Just… being tall?

No, Liz shook her head, trying not to mess up her hair. Definitely not.

Her dark hair had been rolled up into a braided headband with gem-studded pins to hold it and the veil in place. White lace dress fitted around her body to her knees where it pooled around her feet and in a long train studded with pearls. Elegant and beautiful, Liz could barely recognize herself, although it only made sense considering who was paying for the wedding... She’d appreciate the dress more if she even understood why it was her walking down the aisle to begin with.

She wasn’t even sure who she was marrying, either. Literally nothing had been asked of her.

Liz had been told she was getting married.

Hell, the only reason she knew it had to be one of Big Mom’s—frankly many—children was because she’d come into town and announced it herself. No one argued against it. How could they?

Liz hadn’t had any opportunity to make a break for it. Not that she had anywhere to go, but still. Everywhere she looked for the month leading up to this moment, there was someone from Big Mom’s crew lurking. Even now she knew at least one person was stationed just outside the room until it was time to walk down the aisle.

There was a knock on the door and Liz jumped. Her startled gaze looking back through the reflection as the door opened a crack a ways behind her.

It was Brulee, one of Big Mom’s daughters. Dressed in a pale lavender dress not too far off from the color of her hair. Beaming with a mischievous look at her.

“It’s almost time~! Are you ready, dearie?” She asked. Liz grimaced, looking over the vanity. There wasn’t anything else she could think to do, so she shrugged.

“I guess?” Liz mumbled, looking at her bouquet of honeysuckle and lavender dotted between white roses. It was an odd choice and certainly not native to her town.

Brulee tutted and sauntered into the room.

“A little more blush, I should think! You’re frightfully pale, even for a bride.” She delicately picked up a brush and dabbed it in the powder before gently tilting Liz’s face towards her. “My brother has been quite excited about this, you know.”

“Brother?” Liz asked, closing her eyes in preparation before the soft bristles dusted her cheeks. Brulee cackled.

“Yes! I know, I know! We’ve been quite secretive about it~ It’s quite a momentous occasion, you’ll have to forgive us for the dramatics.” Brulee paused, putting down the brush. Liz opened her eyes and looked at her. She seemed pensive. “He’s a good man. You’ll give him a chance, won’t you?”

Liz was a bit thrown. On one hand, it was understandable that Brulee would ask for her brother. On the other…

“Was this his idea? The arranged marriage thing?” Brulee tutted.

“No, if it was up to him, he’d never have made a move. We just got tired of watching him pine!” Brulee huffed. Liz looked at her in alarm.

“Pine?!” Had they met?!

Brulee paused, lifting her hand to her ear with an innocent expression.

“Oh, do you hear that? The ceremony is starting, we best get going or we’ll be late~!” Liz barely had time to grab the bouquet before Brulee ushered her out of the room.

The whole town was waiting along with Big Mom’s crew. And at the end of the walkway was her future husband.

Charlotte Katakuri.

If she wasn’t so shocked, she’d have laughed. He seemed just as flustered to be there as she was. Blush prominent even over the brim of his ever-present scarf draped over a black suit.

A lot like that rainy day almost a year ago…

Liz rushed out after locking up the store, struggling with her umbrella under the pouring rain. It popped open suddenly, sending her back against someone else. Just a little taller than her—shockingly—and wet from the rain. His face obscured behind a scarf, she knew who he was anyway.

“Ah… are you closed for the day?” He had asked.

If she’d have known it would end like this, she probably would have agreed and left it at that.

“Oh! We-we kind of are but I can let you grab something real quick if you’re in a hurry?” She couldn’t see his face properly at the time, but his eyes suggested a soft smile.

And here they were.

For some reason, getting married. Seemingly—if Brulee was to be believed—without input from either one of them.

The only coherent thought she had the rest of the ceremony was that this was somehow the most awkward wedding she’d ever been a part of.

There wasn’t even a kiss—notthatshewashopingit’sjust-its-thisisawedding?!—because Katakuri glared at the priest when he mentioned it.

Brulee did boo at that but he seemed more flustered than angry, so Liz didn’t argue either way. For a moment, she thought that Katakuri was just as reluctant to be there as she was. But as he gently pushed up the veil from her face, she saw his eyes.

Narrowed and dark, her husband looked ready to devour her. Covetous and hungry. No trick of the light, either, as he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice clear but soft enough only she could hear him.

“Mine.”

That word settled in her chest like a rock. This was no accident. The wedding may not have originally been his idea, but it was undeniable that he wanted this.

Better than the loveless marriage she feared only an hour ago, but still…

Neither his gaze nor his hand left her side the entire celebration. Big Mom—oh seas her mother in law now—having an entire cake to herself as she was given gifts ‘for the household’.

Liz didn’t even realize she’d likely be moved from her home. Hadn’t been able to even consider that reality in all the confusion.

“…Where are we going?” She asked softly when Katakuri suddenly excused them from the head table to ‘retire’ for the night. He glanced at her and his gaze softened.

“My private quarters. No one will bother us there.”

Liz felt her heart race, face flush as she was dragged past the familiar faces of her home towards a large ship in the docks. There was a sort of desperate energy to him as he walked faster, hands twitching to pick her up to carry when he boarded the ship.

Mochi littered the deck in their wake, forming thick walls as he led the way deeper through a maze of halls and past rows of doors. The smell tickling her nose as he threw open a large door.

Liz was tossed unceremoniously into the dark as the doors slammed shut behind them. Bouncing off of a soft mattress, dress flaring around her knees. She could hear him panting. The sound of fabric falling to the floor as he moved around the room.

The crack of a match close by made her jump.

It was Katakuri, delicately holding up a flaming match to a candle before moving to light more candles around the room. About a dozen providing dim, intimate warmth to the room. His chest bare of any clothing and only dress slacks hanging loosely around his hips. Tattoos running down his left side almost gold in the soft light as he turned towards her.

The scarf that used to pile onto his broad shoulders slipped onto the floor, revealing sharp fangs poking out from his lips and scars running up from the corners to above his ears.

“You look breathtaking right now, laying on my bed, wife.” Katakuri breathed, almost panting as he crawled up the sheets. He stared down at her with rapt appreciation, eyes skimming over her bared shoulders and where her dress failed to contain her soft skin. “It’s only fitting that such a sweet dream found it’s way here. I apologize if I seem ravenous. I just can’t wait to eat you up~”

He leaned down and pressed the flat of his tongue in the crevasse between her breasts. Lapping up the exposed area to her neck where he pressed his lips hard against her skin. Nipping and sucking it between his lips. Without thinking, Liz pushed her palms to his shoulders with no effect. And for a moment, he ignored her flustered squirming, intent on bruising her pale neck with a soft growl.

His hands swept over the sheets and clasped her wrists together. Something soft and thick forming a tight band around it as he shoved her hands up towards the bedframe where it stuck. He grinned, kissing her chest as he tugged the cups down under her breasts, exposing them to his fangs.

Hands now free, he eagerly ran his hands down her wide hips, tugging the fabric to see how much give there was.

Katakuri nipped a soft mark under her breasts as he gently pulled the dress up her hips. Slowly exposing her stockings and garter belt as the fabric bunched in a thick band around her waist. The weight of the fabric making her breathless as his breath sank through the layers while he kissed his way to her thighs.

“K-Kata--!” Liz yelped when he opened his jaw wide and sank his teeth into her thigh and stockings. Just enough to leave a mark as he sucked a harsh mark, his tongue rolling over the thin fabric and soft skin. She could feel his laugh in her cunt he was so close, the air curling around her wet panties.

“Yes, my sweet? Are you as impatient as I am to be mine?” He cooed, releasing her thigh to press his tongue over her clothed pussy. “Finally mine. No have and to hold, you’ll want for nothing. What’s mine is yours.” Katakuri declared, pulling her panties to the side to sink his tongue into her folds with a moan.

Liz gasped, arching off the bed as his hot tongue slipped into her cunt easily between her arousal and the thick drool on his tongue.

“O-Ooooh~ K-Ka-aaahh~ta! Fuck!” Liz’s head snapped back as her heels dug into the bed to try and lift away from his encroaching tongue. But he gripped her thighs and lifted her up, burying his head eagerly as he seemed to fight to drench her cunt faster than she could on her own.

Her garter snapped against her thigh and she screamed, clenching down on his tongue as he fucked her open for his pleasure. His moans of appreciation echoing over the wet smacks of his lips against her cunt. Intertwining with her sobs as she rapidly approached the edge, pussy soaked and thoroughly tasted.

Suddenly, he yanked his head back with a lewd pop, her cries cut short only to rise sharply as something much less forgiving pressed into her cunt.

Katakuri braced himself above her with one hand, the other steadying her hips for his encroachment. Cock slipping easily into her as he panted for air harshly. Eyes burning into her as he grinned, lips and chin still soaked with her arousal.

“You’re taking me so well, my sweet. Like you were made for this—for me.” He whispered, leaning down to give her a chaste kiss as though he wasn’t hilting his cock in her walls and smearing her cum on her cheeks. “Go on. We’re married now, there’s no need to hide how bad you want this.” Katakuri slipped his tongue into her mouth as he started a slow rhythm. Fucking her into the bed in an unrelenting slide, grinding against her walls with every groan.

Liz moaned, the fire growing under the heavy weight of her dress and in her pussy.

“K-kaaaaaaahh~ oh fu-UCK—K-KATA—Ahhhh-ah~!” Liz wailed as he ground into her hips, pressing the full weight of his body against the mattress. He laughed victoriously.

“Just like that, sweet wife~ Take everything you want from me.” Katakuri hissed, rolling his hips against her trembling thighs harder. “I’ve got so much to give you!”

Liz jerked her hands against the thick band of mochi as she soaked her dress with cum.

“I knew you’d fit perfectly beneath me from the moment I saw you. Look at you~ So sweet on your husband’s cock~” Katakuri moaned, the bed rocking harder with noisy protests. “I’m all you need, aren’t I? This is all you need, isn’t it? Tell me who you need.” he hissed, the frame now slamming against the wall.

Wet smacks and groaning wood almost drowning out her mortified moans.

He looked possessed, mouth agape as he bared his teeth like he was about to take a bite.

“Y-YES! YES! OOoooh! K-Katakgh—Ah! Hhaahhh~!” Liz seized, clenching down on him so hard her hips followed as he pulled back to slam into her cunt. Her eyes watered as her orgasm burned through her thoughts. “I-I need you! I need you~! O-Ohhhh~! YES! K-Ka-ata, yes!”

“I knew it! I knew you needed me! Oh? Tsk, don’t cry sweet wife, we have our whole honeymoon to sate our desire~” Katakuri grunted, pressing her into the mattress as he finally came. Cum settling in hot around his cock and down her thighs as he laughed breathlessly, nuzzling her hair. “Not that I’ll ever stop hungering for your sweetness, just like your sweet body will hunger for mine. Isn’t that right, wife?”

Liz sobbed, trembling as he rocked against her, grinding his twitching cock in deep.

“Y-yes…” She gasped as he nipped her throat harshly. “H-Husband—oooh~” Liz moaned helplessly as his hand slipped down to her clit and rubbed it.

“My sweet, obedient wife~” Katakuri purred, thrusting into her again while teasing her clit.

It was going to be a very long night.

#shake date #one piece smut #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x oc #katakuri smut #yandere smut #it's implied that he lowkey ensured the wedding happened without getting directly involved #charlotte brulee #she's in the background more or less but just happy to see her bro so happy

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bellamer · 2 years

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How to Be Husband and Wife:

(It took me 8 months to write this bullshit)

Despite being able to see seconds into the future, this was not how Katakuri expect his wedding night to go.

It wasn't like he expected it to go completely well, after all, it was an arranged marriage, but he didn't expect his wife to put on a happy facade through the entire wedding and wedding party, only to run away from him and into the bathroom and sob her eyes out immediately once she stepped foot into her new home. She hadn't even taken off her wedding dress yet.

His mother thought it was about time to marry him off to strengthen her relationship with the Kerási Kingdom. The Kerási Kingdom was a Kingdom that grew beautiful and bountiful cherry trees that produced the sweetest and tastiest cherries anyone could imagine, the Kingdom making quite the profit from them.

King Kirsche was eager to marry off his eldest daughter, Princess Cereza. However, Princess Cereza screamed and fainted when she saw Katakuri and refused to even be near him, so King Kirsche cut a deal with Big Mom, saying that he would provide her with thousands of pounds of delicious cherry desserts monthly, if Katakuri would marry his youngest daughter, Princess Cherrisue, which Big Mom agreed to.

Cherrisue didn't have much of a reaction when she met Katakuri. She was quiet but she never indicated that he scared her or made her uncomfortable in any way, though they didn't spend much time together outside of meetings between his mother and her father, but Cherrisue tried to engage in conversation with him.

She was really sweet to him each time they met, but he kept her at a distance, not wanting to accidentally scare her. Their wedding day went smoothly, even though he didn't kiss her, too afraid to remove his scarf.

So why now, was she breaking down ? Did she not want to be married to him him ? Did it just now sink in that she was to spend the rest of her life with someone like him ? He didn't know the problem so he didn't know how to comfort her and he had no one to go to for advice. The only siblings who could give him a tiny fraction of advice defected from the family and contact with them was forbidden. This was something he was going to have to figure out himself.

He approached the bathroom door and hesitantly but gently knocked on it.

"Cherri....Cherrisue ?" He asked, trying to be gentle with his voice. "You've been in there for a while and I'm worried for you... will you talk to me so I can fix it ?"

He heard her sniffle and shuffle.

"Why should I ?" She asked, her voice watery.

"Because I'm your husband." Katakuri answered.

"Don't pretend like that means anything to you !" Cherrisue snapped, which caught Katakuri off guard. "I'm not going to play pretend with you when you don't even want me !"

Katakuri didn't know what to say, so he continued to let Cherrisue rant.

"You probably wanted Cereza because she's prettier than me and more graceful and ladylike, but you got stuck with the less pretty one instead !" Cherrisue wailed. "You didn't even want to kiss me and you've been so cold towards me, you're mad you got stuck with me instead of Princess Perfect !"

"Cherrisue...." Katakuri started. He had to think of what to say. "I wouldn't want to be with Cereza because she wouldn't want to be with me...you saw her reaction when she first laid eyes on me, and she didn't even get to know me, I couldn't be with a person like that." He leaned his head against the bathroom door. "It's not that I don't want you or that I'm intentionally being cold towards you, I just didn't want to scare you and me not kissing you was for the same reason."

Cherrisue didn't answer.

"I was afraid that if I showed you my true self, it would change the way you treated me, since that's what happens when most people see...I didn't want to get close to you, then get hurt if you rejected me because of my appearance..." Katakuri said. "But...I want this marriage to work and I'm willing to trust you and let you get to know me and vice versa, but we'll take it slow."

Katakuri heard a sniffle and then heard Cherrisue unlock the door. He stepped away from the door as Cherrisue opened it, wiping her wet eyes. Katakuri squatted down to look his wife in the eyes, with her only being 5'5 while he was 16 feet tall.

"You promise ?" Cherrisue asked with a sniffle. Katakuri nodded.

"I promise that as your husband, I will put in the hard effort to make sure that our marriage will work and that I will no longer push you away and I will take the time to talk to you and get to know you, something I regret not doing sooner." Katakuri promised.

Cherrisue nodded, wiping away the rest of her tears and actually smiled a genuine smile towards Katakuri. Katakuri's cheeks dusted pink when he saw the smile. Thankfully his blush was hidden behind his scarf.

"I'll promise, as your wife, that I'll do the same." She said warmly, making Katakuri's heart flutter.

On the first official day of them being married, Katakuri woke up to a delicious and familiar smell. Doughnuts.

He looked to his side to see that Cherrisue was gone. They had slept in the same bed that night, although Katakuri tried to give her some space, she insisted that they sleep in the same bed together. He had went to bed with his scarf on that night and had barely gotten a wink of sleep.

He got out of bed and headed towards the smell that was coming from the kitchen. When he stepped inside, he noticed that his usual chefs weren't there, instead, Cherrisue was, humming softly, her back towards him.

Katakuri cleared his throat to get her attention, so that she wouldn't be too startled. She turned her head to look behind her and smiled.

"Good morning !" She said cheerfully. "I let your chefs have the morning off so that I could make your breakfast, you're just in time too, I just finished icing them !"

"Hm ?" Katakuri asked. "Icing what ?"

"The breakfast specialty of the Kerási Kingdom, of course !" She said, turning around to reveal what was on her tray. "Cherry jam filled doughnuts with vanilla bean icing and cherry infused tea !"

Katakuri's mouth immediately started watering from behind his scarf as he saw the huge doughnuts and tea on the tray. He reached out to take one but stopped himself when he realized that in order to eat one, he'd have to remove his scarf.

"Don't be shy, I made these just for you, doughnuts are one of the best snacks for breakfast or any time really !" She said, watching Katakuri's hesitation. "Unless...." her face fell. "Unless you don't like doughnuts... I'm sorry, I should've asked first, I'll put them away..."

"No !" He objected quite loudly, making Cherrisue jump a little, the tea cup rattling on the tray. "It's just that... I usually eat doughnuts at a certain time of day... they're my favorite food."

"Oh." Cherrisue said. "Well then, I'll warm them up later and remake the tea and you can have them then, okay ?" She said with a bright smile.

"I appreciate it." Katakuri said, glad that she was so understanding. Maybe one day, he would be able to trust her enough to show her what was really under his scarf and let her join him on his merienda.

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damagedintellect · 1 year

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OnePiece x Y/N Valentine Exchange 2023!

💌 Katakuri x OC [Sayuri] for byjessicalotufo 💌

A/N: Happy Valentine’s day! I couldn’t pass up doing another @onepiece-blorboexchange especially not when OC’s were added! @byjessicalotufo, I hope I did Sayuri and Katakuri justice. It was my first time writing for Katakuri so fingers crossed that you like it!

Summary: Sayuri thought it would be another boring night entertaining the Big Mom pirates until she set her eyes on him.

Tropes: Canon, kissing in the rain

💌 Word count: 975 💌

The cold night air had the subtle hint of rain wafting into the room. It wasn’t raining yet, you could still faintly see the moon peeking behind the clouds but it would probably rain in a few hours at most. You were playing your flute by the open door. The day had been relatively quiet for you but you knew that would only last for so long. Honored guests were supposed to be arriving soon which is why you were practicing your set. You were told to not make a scene today, like the last time. You huff at the thought. Everyone knows you were a dangerous woman. It was their fault for getting on your bad side. People shouldn’t seek out a Dom when they really just want to tame a brat. They were just lucky you didn’t have access to your sword or else they would have been a deadman.

“Sayuri, help bring the sake to the other hall. Big Mom’s son’s are being ushered there now.”

You sigh, fixing your kimono so that it draped itself nicely off your shoulders and closed the door. You had met a few of Big Mom’s son’s the last time they visited, none of them caught your eye. It seemed like it would be another boring night. As you brought over another round of sake to the room, sure enough most of the guests you were familiar with. You made your rounds refilling drinks and bringing out food when Black Maria nodded at you to play your flute. This let you get a better look at the quests in the room and had you realize you missed one. In the corner of the room sat an extremely tall, large, muscular man dressed in a charcoal gray robe accented with a deep magenta sash and vertical stripes of the same hue. He was handsome beyond belief. You couldn’t wait to bring him to his knees before your eyes. First you needed to get his attention. You shifted the song you were playing to something a little more technically difficult to see if that would do the trick. It usually does. You were always exceptionally good at getting what you want.

You got most of the guests to stop their current conversation to look your way. Once his eyes met yours, you could feel the blush rise to your cheeks. He was perfect, you wanted him. Confidently you shoot him a wink. You continued playing the song but it seemed this mysterious stranger had no interest as they looked away pulling the scarf around their neck to cover more of their face. That won’t do. You’d have to turn the flirting up a notch it seemed. You graciously took your bow as the next entertainer switched off with you. Grabbing another tray of sake and your personal favorite, a tray of mochi donuts you make your way to your new muse.

“I hope you enjoyed my song, I dedicated it to you. I’m Sayuri. I don't think we’ve met.”

The handsome devil looked you in the eyes nodding slightly before shifting his view to the tray you were holding. His eyes glanced back up to you as he gestured to the empty space next to him.

“Katakuri”

You smile in delight, testing out how his name feels on your lips “Pleasure to meet you, Katakuri.”

The night flew by as you served. For some reason he refused to take off his scarf but you didn’t mind. He wasn’t much of a talker, only chiming in occasionally, for the most part he just let you talk as he listened. Every now and again you would notice him glance at the tray of donuts. You had eaten a fair bit of them but seeing him eye them all night you left a few just in case he wanted to grab one but he never did. It baffled you as to why he wouldn’t until he asked “Is there somewhere a little more private we could go?”

It halted your train of thought rushing in some new less than innocent fantasies. Smiling wide as you gracefully stand to usher the way “Of course!”

Each member of Black Maria’s group had a designated room for activities. Yours had the best view of the courtyard and was tucked away in a nice secluded corner. It started to rain not too long ago making the view of the courtyard even more stunning in your opinion. You took a seat by the edge of the small garden looking back up at Katakuri only now realizing he took what was left of the donuts with him. He seemed perplexed, peering at the other rooms across the way before taking his seat next to you. He gazed at your eyes for a moment using his observation haki to gauge your reaction before slowly reaching to unravel his scarf. Despite it being dark you could still see the faint shade of blush tinting his cheeks as you marveled at him with big loving eyes.

Katakuri finally reached for a donut and you couldn’t help but stare in awe. You wanted to kiss him even more than you did a minute ago. The question hung off your lips as he seemed to get more red as each minute passed. He cleared his throat to regain his composure “You’re not off put?” He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say the words yourself.

“Not at all. You’re hot I want to kis-” he didn’t let you finish the sentence before he leaned forward to close the distance. The soft pitter patter of rain dampening the surprised moan you made at the contact. The sweet lingering taste of the donuts made you smile as you moved to straddle his lap. You were going to have fun tonight!

#one piece Valentines exchange #one piece x OC #Katakuri x OC

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cebwrites · 2 years

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CEVVV buddy ol pal. this request might be a little odd, but may I request headcanons on how Katakuri and Law might interact with or think of each other?

(and to be clear, i dont mean in a shippy way. perhaps with Kirin/Rio as the reason they meet?)

*evilly responds to this*

MEWWW you're making my brain rattle!!! my silly little thinking cogs turning for our silly little scrunklies kissing maren on the cheek for your brain muah muah ily 💖💕

as an aside i also found out that locomotives are sometimes called iron horses while looking stuff up for this and that’s so 🥺😭😭💖

thoughts on each other (Katakuri and Law)

gen, he/they law, oc x canon word count: 0.9k

Ah yes, another worst gen supernova on Kat’s lawn askdnfkslhf

Rio talked about a lot of things in their little moments of peace together, about his time with the rev army, the people he met long his travels, his captain; Kata was one of the only people he could vent to in his little canary cage, after all - Law and his crew were thrown in here and there

So going into it, he has some idea of what kind of person Law is, even if through Rio’s (correct) dweeb accusations and vague threats of what he’d do to him if that “punk” hurt his captain while he was gone

Actually meeting though, given that they’re not in a life or dead situation, it might be a little awkward - namely because I’m not sure if they’d have that many overlaps in interests

Both their personalities, or at least what they pretend is their personalities to the general public, lean into the “cool, stoic” types that brood in the corner away from anything fun, so I’m thinking any early interaction they’d have would probably fall into that

Law doesn’t think much of Kata at first, or rather not a lot about him, like “oh, another one ally from Kiri-ya’s side, ok”

Is Law surprised at all that Luffy also had something to do with fundamentally helping changing the viewpoints of someone who could once be considered an enemy to them? No, are they still mildly amused and god forbid they’d ever admit it to anyone proud? Yeah, maybe a little

They’re both powerful pirates in their own rites with fearsome reputations but aside from that what are they gonna talk about, the weather? Lmao with what social skills

Once they’re a little more comfortable around each other though, probably with Kirin to break the ice or Rio picking a fight with Law that gradually fizzles into a regular chat because they’re both great greasing the conversation I can see them having small talks here and there

It’s nothing big and never lasts too long but it’s a start, eventually they’d talk about just things on their mind, inconsequential stuff that doesn’t matter but it feels nice to air out anyway, and sometimes it’s just nice sitting in silence next to one another knowing that there’s no pressure to have to talk, that just each other’s company is enough

I’m thinking of when we talked about Katakuri building/running little model trains and god Law and Kata would go HARD for their hyperfixations

They take turns explaining things at first, but once something gets the ball rolling on Law’s Sora lore (literally just mentioning it) or Kat’s little steam engines (back and forth questions make him SO happy that someone’s listening in and taking note of his interests) - they kind of end up talking over each other at times and circling back to different branches of ideas because they’re going on so many tangents because they’re so excited to infodump to someone who’s actively and enthusiastically participating

You know they’re 100% combining interests and coming up with pages worth of additional Sora lore on how trains were actually a huge part of that lil comic world because they were funded by Germa to privately transport eeeevil supplies and now there’s an entire arc dedicated to it in Law’s canon for it

For a gift exchange once Kata gave Law a wooden model train painted with the Germa 66 colors and Law give Kat a teddy (Katakuri sized, so it was like as tall as them) dressed as a little train conductor, both handmade, they then both proceeded not to feel anything at all like “real, manly men” were supposed to

(Law was faced down on his bed for an hour and Katakuri was hesitant at first but once he held Mr. Walter Puffington III, Rio had to convince him to put the plush away after two consecutive nights in a row of being the third wheel to it when he went to bed)

Lastly I absolutely do not think that these two can smile on command, like if they’re put on the spot, leaning more to Kata’s end but also looking at Law’s first bounty poster?? Hello sir why do you look evil????

They try, they really do, but more often than not it kind of just looks a little stiff if not uncomfortable for them to hold their faces in that position; Kirin and Rio still absolutely adore them either way, Rio’s kissing all over Kata’s face and his teefies, and Kirin’s got Law in a vice, laughing and smooching all over his ‘adorable’ mushroom while Law tries to fight his way out, conveniently forgetting that he has the ability to shambles away

Plus, all this means is that when Kata and Law do smile without realizing that they are, and it’s sweet and endearing even if a little awkward sometimes and god damn it Kirin and Rio are on the floor (internally, for the latter, he has some reputation to keep up, after all Kirin’s just a gay bitch in love)

Bonus:

I think Law would (secretly) find Maren’s style cool and if those two had to do their own things in the same room together they’d be able to vibe in the silence for a while like he/they bitches do but for the love of god once Maren opens his mouth with teasing intent it’s all over Law’s spending at least an hour faced down in Kirin tiddy to decompress and recharge, no bully them he’s trying their best >:’c

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