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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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Sweet Abduction ~ Part 1

Thank you anon for this super cute request! I loved the idea, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Pairings: Charlotte Katakuri x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4084

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Summary: Times are tough, and you're afraid you'll have to give up the family business, until you find people who cherish your work. Who knew making doughnuts would gain you the attention of an Emperor of the Sea, and her second son? Will your new life be as sweet as it seemed?

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Grief, (reader's dad has passed and she thinks about him a lot), Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Minor Violence (hardly anything, just being grabbed by the arms briefly), Kissing, No Smut, Human/Monster Romance, He's freaking 16 ft tall, Reader is too sweet for this world

A/N: Turns out Katakuri is over 16 ft tall. I stuck with canon, hope you don't mind! Please heed the tags! This is very sweet romance type fluff, but there is some kidnapping and shit, so be wary 😅

Your body naturally woke you in the quiet, early morning light, but you still felt like you were in a bad dream.

After all your years of struggling to get by, of trying to make a living off the only skills you had, you still had nothing. You had kept your dad’s shop running, learning all you could, trying to honor his memory. But now that he’s gone, prepping these early mornings alone felt like losing him all over again.

Especially since hardly anyone in this town could afford to waste their berries on sweets.

Even buying ingredients for one day's batch was brutal.

I’m sorry, dad. I don’t want to sell your shop. Please, I wish you were here to tell me what to do.

You blinked back your tears as you started frying the morning's first batch of doughnuts.

Falling into your rhythm, you glazed and displayed each doughnut with care. Still taking pride in your work, you treated each pastry with love, even though they would probably be wasted.

You gave a little yelp as the tiny bell on the shop’s door chimed.

Your mouth hung wide as you looked at the two potential customers. Shaking yourself, you greeted them, turning on your customer service charm.

‘The best way to keep a customer is to show them you really care.’

Your dad’s sweet voice filled your mind, and you smiled, genuinely hoping that these people would have a wonderful day. And that if they tried your doughnuts, it might make their day even brighter.

The two strangers made their way to the display case, reviewing the little menu above the counter, and they asked you detailed questions that surprised you.

You had been too busy trying to make sense of the colorful, almost outrageous way they dressed, that it took you a second to realize how excited they seemed to be here.

They can’t be from around here. Everyone here is too poor to be that colorful.

You pinched your wrist at the sour thought, reminding yourself of your dad’s view of the world. He’d tell you to focus on the good things happening right now.

The two customers ordered four doughnuts each, and you carried their plates to the dingy little table in the corner, filling their cups with coffee.

The urge to stare was almost too powerful. It had been so long since someone new came to enjoy your work.

They smacked their lips, and licked their fingers, and their bright eyes warmed your heart.

‘There’s nothing better than watching someone enjoy the work you put your heart into.’

You cleared your throat, turning away from them as you wiped away a tear at your dad’s words in your mind.

“Ooh, Mama’s gonna enjoy this,” the taller one hissed in a mock whisper.

“Excuse me,” the other patron called, waving you over.

You wiped flour off your hands, grabbing the pot of coffee. You felt their eyes on you, feeling examined as you refilled their cups.

“Is there anythi–”

“How would you like a sponsorship to open a shop in the sweetest capital of the world?”

“... I’m sorry. What did you–”

The tall one grabbed your wrist, eyes almost manic as he leaned toward you.

“We’re scouts, you see. We’re from Totto Land, and we’ve been looking for someone with your talents. Everything will be taken care of. We already have a doughnut shop that's just waiting for an artist like you.”

Your eyes were so wide it was almost painful, and part of you told you to run from these strangers.

‘Don’t fight miracles, sweetheart. Sometimes good people really do get good things.’

“Okay,” you stuttered, following your dad’s advice one more time.

You had heard the name Big Mom before, seen her wanted poster. She didn’t seem like a real person when you were struggling in your run down town.

And you thought that Emperors of the Sea were meant to be terrifying, almost demonic.

But here you were on her archipelago, her myriad of islands filled with so many happy people. So many people who love what you do.

It's surreal!

You’d been given a doughnut shop on Komugi Island, along with a beautiful apartment above the shop. You wanted to explore and meet people, but you couldn’t think of closing the shop for even a day.

All the ingredients you could dream of, equipment that you’d never seen before, and a dining area inside and outside with plenty of tables so you could enjoy the happy noises people made when they ate your doughnuts and pastries.

It was heaven. It felt like your dad was there with you, kneading the dough, pouring the coffee. You could almost hear his laugh, his silly songs that he used to hum.

It felt like home.

After a few days, you noticed that the shop cleared out a little before lunchtime. You had been having a steady stream of customers all day since the day you opened, but now it was empty. You tried to remind yourself that things wouldn’t always be that busy, and that it didn’t mean anything.

I guess I’m just worried, dad. I want to do well here. I want to stay.

You had a pile of plates in one hand as you wiped down a table outside.

“Good afternoon,” boomed a deep voice from above, and your ankle shifted against the stone tiles.

You were slipping, trying and failing to keep a grip on the porcelain plates.

Then a huge, warm hand held you steady, and your mouth gaped at the sight of another gloved hand catching the plates before they fell.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, heart racing.

Shifting away to look at your new patron, you steadied yourself, pressing your palm against the warmth beside you.

Your breath hitched as your hand touched firm leather. You stumbled back a step, and he grabbed your shoulder to steady you, before setting the dishes on the table, and towering over you.

“I apologize. I should have waited until you set down the plates.”

The deep, measured voice made you shiver as you looked up at the man it belonged to.

He was so tall. Insanely tall.

Is he a giant?

He sat down beside the shop on what you just now realized was a bench, made for someone his size.

Realizing how rude you were being, you cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

“No need to apologize. Thank you so much for saving my plates!”

You dipped your head, letting your eyes go wide as you looked at the ground after getting a better look at him.

He had deep crimson hair, with eyes to match. Those intense eyes were framed with arched brows, and eyelashes so dark and thick that you could see them from where you were.

You brought your head back up to meet those eyes, and you bobbed on your toes as you tried not to gape at the rest of him.

You’d never seen anyone like him before. He wore a layered scarf that draped around his shoulders, covering his neck, and the lower half of his face.

Below the scarf was an expanse of muscle, pink tattoos accentuating his chiseled abs. His leather vest covered nothing, but it matched the leather across the rest of his body, belts, straps, and spikes giving you so much to look at.

Then you looked back at his eyes, and realized you’d been staring.

“I–I am so sorry. I’m new here, and my head is a little off still. Would you like me to bring you a menu?”

He hardly spoke while he was there, but his gaze felt heavy and warm. Thankfully, no one else came by to witness you making a fool out of yourself.

He made a huge order, and you packed three large boxes to the brim.

Your dad would have been so happy in that moment. You could picture his smile. Practically hear his voice.

‘Look, sweetheart. Your love is gonna touch all those people that eat your sweets. Isn’t that just lovely?’

“Are you afraid?”

“What,” you choked out, quickly brushing a tear from your eye as you thought of your father.

He’d taken the boxes from you after paying, but now his brows were furrowed as he looked down at you.

“Oh my– oh no! I’m sorry,” you panicked, realizing what he meant.

“I wasn’t crying because of– I was just thinking about my dad. He would have been really happy with your order. You picked all his favorites!”

He stiffened, one of his gloved hands flexing on his knee.

Clearing his throat, he stood, his height leaving you speechless again.

“Thank you, miss. Have a pleasant day.”

“... Th-Thank you! Please, come again soon!”

You were waving at his back, and he froze for a moment at your words. But he kept walking, finally leaving your sight.

Slumping into one of the chairs, you felt the blood rushing through your body, your head feeling fuzzy after all of that.

Then a line of customers started trickling back in, and you poured yourself into work.

What an interesting place this is.

He came back again. And again. And you always forgot to ask for his name.

He never said much. He always ordered at least three boxes. And you always spaced out as you stared at him at least once before he left.

Luckily he always seemed to come during a slow hour, catching you cleaning with no other customers to attend to.

You wanted to ask if he liked them. If he liked your dad’s favorite recipes. It seemed like a silly question, since he ordered so many every time.

But you liked his voice, and you thought it would sound really nice if he said it.

You caught yourself grinning in the mirror at the thought as you got ready for the day.

I think I like it here.

“Good morning, miss Y/N!”

You had just stepped downstairs, morning light still not quite touching the world, but your shop was full of people.

“I… I’m sorry. The shop’s not open yet. But I’m happy to share my pot of coffee with you if you’re willing to wait on the doughnuts!”

You felt extra grateful that you’d dressed for the day before coming downstairs.

“Thank you dear, but you’ll be coming with us.”

A tall, thin woman moved toward you, a rough scar bisecting her face, and you clenched your fist to stop yourself from recoiling. It was too damn early for someone who looked like a gnarled old witch to break in and threaten you.

Is she threatening me?

“Sorry, uh,” you said awkwardly as you moved behind the counter. “I’ve got a lot of doughnuts to get started for the day.”

“Not today, sweetie,” the witch-like woman said, her reddish nose bobbing as she shook her head.

“I don’t– Did I do something wrong?”

You shrank back against the wall as guards moved against you, gripping your arms.

“Not at all,” the woman nearly shrieked, failing to sound comforting. “In fact, you are being granted the highest of honors. You are about to become part of Big Mom’s family!”

You had been squirming only slightly, not really fighting against the men holding and moving you. But now you slumped, confusion hurting your brain too much to keep steady.

“What do you mean? What’s happening,” you asked, panic building in your throat the closer they got you to the door.

“You have been chosen to wed the shining star of the Charlotte family. Our strongest warrior, a man whose back has never touched the ground. My perfect big brother, Charlotte Katakuri!”

Your mouth hung open as she continued, her voice manic, louder with each word. She may as well have been speaking another language.

She pointed a long, twig-like arm at you, and you tried to clear your head to understand.

“You can call me Brulee, sister in law. Tomorrow you will become Charlotte Y/N.”

You stood, frozen and dizzy.

“Come now, lots to do, sister,” she tutted, snapping her fingers.

“But why? Why me?”

She reared on you, her red nose inches from yours.

“You’re special, of course. You were chosen. And you’d better learn not to question Mama.”

“Please,” you pleaded, twisting against the guard's hold. “I don’t–”

“Don’t question mama! And don’t even think about refusing her.”

The guards tightened their grip, leading you toward the door.

“Wait!”

“Don’t res—”

“Please change the sign! Please let my customers know I’ll be gone, I don’t want them to wait out there for me.”

Brulee frowned at you, but had one of the guards write a note, hanging it on the door.

“Thank you,” you sighed with relief, giving her a grateful smile.

She frowned again.

You didn’t resist, and the guards let you walk freely. You felt the stares of citizens on you, and watched a group of onlookers waving as the ship departed for the main island.

Whole Cake Island.

It was incredible. The sounds, the colors, the smells! Excited locals rushing around, as if preparing for something big.

Like a wedding.

Brulee spent the travel time regaling you with stories of her brother.

The second son of the Big Mom Pirates. One of the Three Sweet Commanders. The Minister of Flour who governs over your new home, Komugi Island.

“When he was born he stood straight up, and slept on a chair. His back has never touched the ground. He’s never laid down, and never been knocked down either.”

“That sounds tiring,” you muttered under your breath, but she turned, grasping your wrist.

“Not to my brother. He’s more than strong. He’s superhuman. He’s noble, and cool-headed. And you are going to be the perfect wife for my perfect brother. Got it?”

“I-I got it.”

She released your arm, and you tried to fight your nerves, but you couldn’t stop shaking.

You were led through a massive castle that looked like, or was it a cake? The ceilings were so massive, you had to crane your neck to see them.

Brulee left the guards outside, leading you into a gorgeous bedroom, with an extravagant bathroom, and at least ten servants carrying all sorts of fabrics, powders, shoes, and more.

You felt like you were in a whirlwind, just staying still and letting these strangers touch you, pamper you, fit the white dress to your body.

Now and then you’d pay attention to what they were saying between their giggles and demands.

“She’s so lucky.”

“I wish I could join the family.”

“I wonder if his children will be as perfect as he is?”

Finally, you were freed from their hands. Dinner was brought to your guarded room, and you watched the night fall.

You curled up in the luxurious bed, and sobbed silently. You caught yourself whispering under the blankets, eyes burning as you tried to make sense of it all.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I’m trying to see the good here. But I’m scared. I love this place. I love making people smile. But what if this man… What if my husband is a bad person? What if he’s mean? What if he doesn’t like me?”

Visions of terror filled your mind. If they could kidnap you for this, could they really be good people? This land seems so happy and prosperous, could this marriage be a good thing?

“Is this a miracle, dad? Should I let it happen, and hope for the best?”

“Will they kill me if I try to run?”

“I’m scared, dad. I wish you were here.”

Finally, your quiet sobs fell into slow breaths as sleep pulled you under.

Morning arrived, and the servants were buzzing with excitement as they prepared you for the wedding. You felt empty, hollow. They kept pinching your cheeks lightly, trying to wake you up, to convince you to be happy.

All you could manage was a weak smile as you looked at your reflection.

“You look beautiful, sister,” Brulee praised, patting your hand. “It’s almost time.”

She led you to a massive stone room, guiding you to a small bench before leaning over you.

“Just wait here. It won't be long.”

She left, and you didn't turn to watch her go. You thought about running. There were no guards in this chamber.

You bit your lip to keep from crying, afraid of what might happen to you if you ruined your makeup.

“Y/N…”

A choked gasp left your throat as you turned, looking for the owner of that deep voice.

Your favorite customer was there, his height looking almost normal in this massive room. He sat along the wall on a giant bench, leaning toward you.

“Oh, hello,” you practically squeaked, throat caught with unshed tears. “What are you doing here? I’m sorry I couldn’t make your order today!”

“Please,” he stopped you, holding out his gloved hands. You blinked at him, noticing that his normally black attire was white, somehow making his hair and tattoos stand out even more.

“What are you…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Let what happen,” you asked, your mind moving so fast it felt like it was tripping over itself. You stood without meaning to, walking closer.

“You were brought to my island as a gift. For me.”

His dark eyes poured over you as you stood, silently waiting.

“I shouldn’t have told mama that I liked you. I tried to convince her to stop, but there’s no way to stop this without violence now. And I cannot hurt my family.”

Violence?

Your heart beat in your chest like a bird, wings flapping desperately to escape a cage.

“Mama is a decisive woman. When she makes her mind up on something, it will happen. I am usually the one to make it happen. Most of my siblings have their marriages arranged. I didn't…”

Regret tinged his voice, and you met his eyes.

“Why me?”

He looked away, sighing as he leaned back against the wall.

“My siblings brought you to my island because they thought I would enjoy your doughnuts. I happened to mention how much I’ve enjoyed your work, and your… company. So Mama has decided that you’ll be joining the family. That you and I will marry. In less than an hour.”

You’d never heard him say so many words at once, and his voice rolled over you while you tried to comprehend everything. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him.

“You must be frightened.”

He shifted on the bench, looking almost uncomfortable before he caught himself. He adjusted the movement, making it look deliberate. But you noticed.

He’s just a person.

“I think having a first date might have been nice,” you teased with a small smile.

He stared down at you for a long moment, before his brows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t have to marry a monster.”

“What do you mean,” you questioned, starting to feel lightheaded from everything.

“When we kiss, it will be over…”

“We’ll be married?”

“No.”

You hadn’t thought his eyes could get any more intense, but they sure did. You stood, still as a statue, waiting for him to explain.

“There’s something I have to show you.”

Katakuri unraveled his scarf, slowly revealing the lower half of his face.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of his large mouth, scars stretching from ear to ear. Sharp teeth or fangs jutted out at the edges of his lips.

Your first thought was that he did look like a monster.

‘You can’t tell somebody’s heart from the outside, sweetheart. Always give people a chance.’

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, after you stood there too long, thinking of your dad’s voice.

You watched those huge hands start to drape the scarf, looking away from you as he covered his scars.

“Wait,” you commanded, voice almost too loud in the echoing room. You reached up to put your hand on his knee, shoving aside a brief thought about how things would work with his height.

“Will you be kind to me?”

He paused his movements, face still uncovered. Your whole body rolled with warm shivers as he laid his hand on yours.

“I will be kind to you. And I will protect you.”

“And you’ll tell me how much you like my doughnuts?”

An almost surprised huff left him, and you were pleasantly shocked to see his wide lips twitch up, a hint of a smile there.

“I love your doughnuts. They make me very happy.”

Your toes curled in your shoes as you grinned up at him

“Okay,” you nodded, dread shifting to excitement. “I guess we’re getting married then? Please, promise to be kind.”

“I promise,” he agreed, head tilted as he looked at you, before wrapping his scarf back around.

You were practically bouncing on your feet now, and your words came out high and fast.

“So, your name is Katakuri?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true you never lie on your back?”

“We’ll learn a lot of interesting things about each other later,” he promised, voice low as he patted you on the head.

“Right now we have somewhere to be.”

There were so many people. So much food, so many sweets.

Big Mom was enormous, even taller than Katakuri. All of her children looked so different, so interesting.

Everyone seemed happy.

I’ll choose to be happy too, dad. I just wish you were here with me.

The ceremony and vows flew by, and luckily you remembered what to say. Then the end arrived, and you realized that you didn’t know what to do.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may start your marriage with a kiss!”

How am I supposed to kiss him?

Your question was answered as his large hand scooped down beside you. Looking into his face, you could have sworn he was smiling by the slight crinkling of his eyes.

A giggle left your lips as you nodded, and you gasped as he grabbed you gently around the waist, lifting you up.

You heard the cheers of his family as he turned away from the crowd, keeping his face from their sight.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

His whisper made your heart ache for this strange man. He seemed so lonely, even with all of his family looking up to him.

Maybe neither of us have to be lonely anymore.

You touched a hand to his cheekbone, and he seemed to freeze.

“Don’t be sorry, Katakuri. Let’s just be good to each other.”

You felt a hum move through him before he carefully pulled his scarf down, just enough, just for you.

He’s so big!

That thought hit you again, but you’d already decided. You were already his. You leaned forward, and kissed him between the sharp fangs at the edges of his mouth.

His lips were warm, and soft, and sweet.

You let out a hum of contentment, wiggling slightly in his grasp. He pulled back, covering his face, then he stared at you.

“Hi,” you said softly, feeling your skin flush as you felt suddenly shy.

“Oh mama, mama,” Big Mom laughed, making him turn to face the party.

“My family is getting bigger and bigger! What a wonderful day. Let’s start with the cake!”

Katakuri didn’t join in on the fun, sitting on the edge as if keeping watch over his own wedding. Everytime you tried to talk to him, new in-laws would drag you away, light conversations and laughter hogging the day.

Finally, you were ushered away, waving back at the crowd as your husband joined you.

Instead of a carriage, you were carried away from your wedding on Katakuri’s shoulder, adjusting the scarf so that it would stay in place.

A procession of onlookers applauded, calling his name. You even heard your own name once or twice. It felt like the entire island was cheering for you, and you were caught in the chaos of a world you never could have imagined.

Your mind started racing as the wedding was over, the real world starting to return. A million questions tore through you, and you didn’t know where to start, until one came tumbling out.

“How are we going to sleep if you never lay on your back?”

He let out a sound that could have been a laugh as he kept moving toward your new home.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll show you.”

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a/n: Once again, I'm so happy to take requests! I probably wouldn't have thought to write for this big guy, but now I love this lil doughnut man. He's so sweet 😭😭 (Let me know if I should write the honeymoon... 😳)

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melodymay-k1tty · 8 months

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CHARLOTTE KATAKURI BF HEADCANONS

What would dating Katakuri be like?

A/N: I'm currently on Whole Cake, so I decided to take the opportunity to make a Katakuri Boyfriend Headcanons (well, I WAS on Whole Cake when I started editing this, but now I'm on Wano lmao).

🍩 Katakuri-sama! He gives you a beautiful bouquet of flowers and says “No need to thank me or say this is beautiful. And don't you dare say you don't deserve it”. Oh sure, he can see the future with his powerful Kenbunshoku Haki.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! He usually says he loves everything you do just to please you and see your beautiful smile. If you cook and it tastes terrible, he'll eat it all and say he loved it (and ask for more). If you sing horribly, he will ask you to continue, as your voice is like a sweet melody to his ears. And so on, things will be.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! Snack time is a sacred time for Katakuri. He usually does it in his own sanctuary and only you have access to that place at that time. You are the only one who can disturb him in his most helpless and important moment.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! You were the only one who accepted him even with his secret “monstrous” appearance (besides his sister, of course, Brûlée). Because of that, Katakuri might not always make it so clear, but he's scared to death of losing you. You are the treasure of his life and the most important thing of all, even more than his status or reward.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! In public, he doesn't tend to show you much affection. But when the two of you are alone, he strokes your hair, kisses your forehead, and holds you warmly. He can be very cute and affectionate when he's away from the toxic world he lives in.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! He likes it when you sleep on top of him, or in his embrace. It makes him feel like he's protecting you at all times.

🍩 Katakuri-sama! He's comfortable with you, and because of that, you're the only one who can see his face. Of course, you never miss a chance to compliment him on how beautiful his face is, which always makes him flustered and flushed. It's really sweet to see him in this state so helpless and different from what he shows the rest of the world. He is your Katakuri, just yours.

A/N: That's it for today! And soon I will have news, I hope you like it🩷💖💗💞💓

#one piece #anime #fanfic #fluffy #headcanon #boyfriend headcanons #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #charlotte family

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lizardboiii · 29 days

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MASTER LIST┃ONE PIECE

┃Last Updated: 3/22

┃Total Works: 2

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⤷Buggy

⤷Charlotte Katakuri

⤷Crocodile

⤷Donquixote Doflamingo

⤷Donquixote Rosinante

⤷Dracule Mihawk

⤷Eustass Kid

⤷Killer

⤷Monkey D. Luffy

┃Breaking Up pt 1

⤷Portgas D. Ace

⤷Roronoa Zoro

┃Breaking Up pt 1

⤷Sabo

⤷Shanks

⤷Trafalgar D. Water Law

⤷Vinsmoke Sanji

Requests open!

⤷Refer to MASTERLIST for introduction and rules.

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smokersbaby · 11 months

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How OP's men would react when you call their pecs "boobies"

Characters: Crocodile, Smoker, Katakuri, Zoro Tw: just fluff and other silly things Notes: I finally finished this short drabble or whatever it's called. I hope you all enjoy some boobies from our favourites OP's men (I can think about doing more on request)

Crocodile

You found yourself poking his chest for no particular reason, Crocodile was sitting in front of you smoking one of his cigars and reading the newspaper. He wasn't really ignoring you, just minding his business. But you wanted his attention so you started bothering him with pats and light touches until you started tapping his chest over his shirt.

"Are you done?" he asked after a couple of minutes, his eyes not leaving the paper he held in his right hand. "Not until you pay attention to me" you answered in a cocky but sweet tone.

Crocodile put his newspaper on the table in front of him and glanced at you, obviously a bit bothered by your behaviour. "What now?", his voice sounded annoyed, you smiled as if you didn't care. "Oh nothing really, I'm bored but at least your boobies keep me company" you answered bluntly still poking his chest.

Crocodile sighed, he seemed unimpressed by how you called his pecs "boobies", but if that made you happy he wasn't going to stop you from touching them. A hint of a smile on his face appeared on his face as he asked if you were jealous of his "boobies" just to tease and see your reaction.

"W-What do you mean?" you were now blushing as if he assumed that you envied his "boobies". Crocodile laughed sincerely, he couldn't resist seeing you flustering like that, he leaned closer to give you a light kiss on your forehead. He grabbed your chin lifting it a bit to look directly into your eyes before speaking in a sweet tone.

"Y/N, don't be jealous of my "boobies", yours are way better than mine.".

Smoker

You always loved sleeping with Smoker like this: your head placed on his chest, his arms hugging your body and keeping you warm under the bedsheets. The sunlight flaring from the windows made you wake up first as he was still in a deep slumber.

Smoker seemed so relaxed in his sleep, like every concern or worry of his disappeared when he had the chance to keep you so close to him during the night. You couldn't help but smile seeing him like that, your hands were roaming his chest and caressing him in his slumber.

No need to say that you absolutely loved his physique, how his strong arms wrapped around you and the feeling of his chest under your cheek while snuggling. Your right hand squeezed one of his pecs softly. "Boobies…" you mumbled. "Hmm… what?" Smoker answered in a low voice. He was awake.

"I like your boobies" You squeezed his pecs a bit more, making him blush. Teasing him like that was one of the things you loved doing, seeing him flustered like that was priceless. "They are not boobies!" you could sense the embarrassment in his voice. God, he was cute.

You chuckled and pocked his chest, he sighed seeing you having so much fun teasing him like that. He couldn't deny how much he loved that silly side of yours, so he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, resigned to the fact that you called his pecs "boobies".

"They are all yours" he whispered booping your nose, he couldn't resist you.

Katakuri

Spending time with Katakuri was your favourite thing to do since even though his appearance seemed a bit rough on the outside, you knew how much of a softie he was on the inside. At the same time, he loved being with you too, carrying you around on his shoulder.

The view from up there was amazing, you found yourself staring at his pecs since you could see them pretty well from there. Every step he took was even making them bounce a bit. "Nice boobies love" you whispered to his ear with a teasing smile.

His cheeks flustered in half a second as he heard you saying such a thing to his chest, but he didn't say anything, probably Katakuri was too stunned by your words to say anything.

"The best boobies I've seen in a while…" you continued giving him a light kiss on his forehead, a little curl appeared on his mouth, making you realize that he liked your compliment.

He moved you from his shoulder and held your body in his arms as if you were light as a feather and pocked your nose. "Nobody has ever called them boobies, I like it, it's sweet," he said laughing a bit with joy in his voice as if he was having a good time with you even just talking about silly things like these.

"Not as sweet as you" he whispered, making your heart melt.

Zoro

His pecs are huge, everybody knows that. Admiring him while he was training himself was your favourite hobby since you could stare at him shirtless all the time. He wasn't bothered by this attitude of yours, Zoro kept a straight face during his training as if there wasn't anybody looking at him.

Even if he was just doing his usual, you couldn't help but giggle a bit every time you saw his "boobies" bounce a bit with every sudden movement of his. "Boobies…" you whispered to yourself, your mouth a bit drooling just at the sight of his large chest.

"Y/N, did you say something?" he asked, Zoro was now looking at you, staring at your blushing face. Since you were too lost in admiring his movements you didn't even realize that you spoke out loud and he heard you saying that thing.

"N-nothing" you replied looking away but he grabbed you by the chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. "You can touch if you want to" he grinned knowing exactly that you were talking about his pecs. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, making your cheeks red even more than they already were.

"So you like my "boobies" huh?" he whispered into your ear. From now on he'll let you touch his chest more during his training since you know you can't take your eyes off him.

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Peppermint Tea 31 - All Blends 2

Holy crap is this chapter a doozy lol. It's quite a bit longer than my other chapters. Lotta stuff happens. So I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! None this time? Sad stuff happens ofc. We are introduced to someone new.

P.s. I was going to use some random son for Big Mom but like. I did a Lil research and I can't help but like Katakuri. 😬 again. I apologize if Big Mom and Kata seem a bit off. I'm trying to keep myself spoiler free for the anime.

Masterlist

Benn runs through the courtyards of Mihawk's castle, dodging swipes from the Humandrals until he hears the sound of striking steel. He turns that way, picking up speed as he goes until he arrives at a small clearing in the dirt. Shanks and Mihawk are both grinning, a joy so easy to see that Benn thinks he may go blind. Usually, he'd stay and watch, but he can still hear your terrified voice pleading for help.

He slides to a stop, and the two men sparing turn and look at him, brows raised.

“Benn? What's going on?” Shanks asks his first mate. Benn wouldn't come get him unless it was important.

“It's, _ Shanks. They found her.”

The temperature of the surrounding area plummets, and all ambient noise disappears. Neither man can believe what they are hearing. They'd both been so sure that no one would be able to find your tiny island tucked away in Paradise, so close to the Calm Belt that most ships would be torn apart by sea kings. How could this have happened?

“What did you say?” Mihawk hisses and his grip on Yoru tightens to the point of pain, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He ignores the feeling of hot liquid dripping down his hand.

Shanks isn't faring much better. He looks ashen, pale faced and nervous. He and Benn share a look, one that Mihawk easily catches.

“_ called the transponder snail. She said that the Big Mom pirates had made landfall,” Benn frowns, one hand running through his graying hair.

“She sounded terrified.”

Mihawk is moving before his mind fully registers what's going on. He speeds through the castle, grabbing his coat and bag he'd packed the other day in case you called them. His haki is lashing, sending furniture falling and making the old stone walls of the castle crack and fracture. The ringing of his snail grabs his attention, and Hawkeye grabs it before loping out of the castle and to the bay.

Shanks is right behind him, Benn keeping up with his captain. It is with a silent, shared look with his lover that Mihawk reluctantly steps aboard the Red Force. He isn't fond of being on another's ship, especially one as big as this one, but like hell, would he let the younger man out of his sight.

While Shanks is barking orders, Mihawk takes the time to answer the still ringing snail that he clutches too tightly.

Ca-lick

“Mihawk! Finally! I've been calling forever!”

Perona’s shrill voice is a little comfort, but fear still clutches Dracule by the heart. She is rattling on before he can get a word in.

“You've got to get back to _’s island. She thinks it might be Big Mom and her crew!”

Mihawk feels a vein pop in his brow with his hard he scowls down at the snail.

“I know! Where are you? How quickly can you go back?”

“I'm three days out! So, two and a half if the sea doesn't hate me. What if she's already gone? What if…what if it's worse?”

Mihawk can hear the thickness in Perona’s voice and knows that the ghost girl is probably crying now, having worked herself up in a tizzy. He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Perona. I need you to calm down, girl. Listen to me when I say that _ will be fine. We can handle anything that's happened, but I need you to do something for me, okay?”

He hears the pinkette sniff over the transponder, but she sounds like she's gotten a hold of herself.

“Okay. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to go back to her island. Find out if she's still there, but be safe. If you see her jolly roger, then you sail right to us. You've got your log pose, right?”

Perona sniffs again and nods even though her father-figure can't see it, “Yeah.”

“Good. If the island is clear, then investigate carefully.” He stresses the word, “Call me back as soon as you can, got it?”

“Yes, Mihawk. Will she really be okay?”

His heart breaks at the fear that he can hear swimming in his charge’s voice. He licks his lips. He is terrified in all honesty, but he keeps it together for her sake.

“She will be. Be safe, Perona.”

The ghost girl assures the older man that she will be careful and the transmission ends after that. Mihawk pockets the snail and looks around the ship to try and find Shanks.

The redhead is at the helm, still barking orders at his crew. Dracule picks his way past the pirates until he arrives at his lover's side. Shanks glances at him and then looks away, his haki curling tight around himself as if he was trying to hide away from the other man. Mihawk can't help but feel a little hurt.

Shanks is panicking. How could he tell Mihawk that all of this was his fault? That it had been him That had slipped up, his lips loose with drink and his heart heavy with wistful thoughts of his treasure that night so long ago.

The hawk hadn't trusted him with this from the beginning, and it killed him to admit that Mihawk had been right about Shanks after all? All the trust and affection that his lover had given him would go up in flames so quickly that Shanks wouldn't even be given a chance to mourn it. The redhead had little doubt that Mihawk would spirit you away from him as soon as he was able once he found out about his mistake.

The captain keeps himself busy for as long as he is able, but Mihawk is nothing if not patient, and he stays by his side until there are no more orders to be said. Before he can make a getaway, his hawk grabs him by the arm and practically drags him across the deck and into the Captain quarters. Shanks could have wrestled away, but then Mihawk would have been even more suspicious of him.

Shanks is shoved in a chair, and his lover putters around the room, pouring them both a drink before settling down in the seat across from Shanks. He sips delicately, but Shanks' nerves have him knocking back the glass of rum like it's a shot of whiskey. He jumps when Dracule speaks up.

“Perona is three days out from _’s island. She'll call me with news as soon as she gets there and if the island is clear or not.”

Shanks forces himself to nod. He licks his lips and scrubs his hand through his hair, “Good. That's good.”

Mihawk raises a brow at the other man's attitude. The man was acting more like a scared rabbit than the powerful Emperor that Dracule knows him to be. He sets his glass away and stands, crossing the short distance to stand between the redhead’s legs, and sets his hands on those tense shoulders. Mihawk guides him forward to rest his head against his bare chest, and his hands snake up to thread into red hair.

“How are we going to find her, Mihawk?”

The Emperor’s voice sounds shot, broken and beaten, and it breaks his heart listening to it. His grip tightens in Shanks’ hair, and Mihawk sighs softly.

“I don't know. But we'll search every island in Big Mom’s territory if we have to.”

~~~~~ Tomura ~~~~~

Tomura dashes through the streets of the city, a mischievous smirk on his face when he looks behind him and sees his little sister chasing after him. You look furious, but the expression just looks adorable on her chubby baby face. Tomura had snatched her favorite blanket this morning to try and wake up the sleepy head, and the chase had been on since.

Obviously, he wasn't going as fast as he could. Tomura was older than her by almost a decade, after all, and he didn't want his sister to get lost in the crowds of people. Not that the citizens of their Kingdom would let their only princess get lost.

The people laughed and urged her in the way her oldest brother ran, encouraging her to catch up to him. Their king and Queen had always been kind to their subjects, and in turn, they stayed loyal to the royal family.

Tomura slows to a stop, ducking behind a stall selling fruit and waiting for his little sister to dash past him. He springs out and grabs her by the waist, spinning you around in the air. You shriek in laughter, clutching at his wrists as he turns his lower body into dust and flies back the way he came, back to the castle and to where breakfast awaits.

Tomura opens his eyes, squinting when the sun makes them water. He wonders what you look like now. Had you found a way to survive and flourish after he left you behind? Would you even remember him? The thought of you not knowing who he is made his chest tight with fear and his throat clog with emotions he carefully hid from his men. Could you forgive him for leaving you behind, even if it had been the best course of action?

An angry scowl twists his lips, and Delemur lets out a string of quiet curses, mostly centered around a certain red-headed Emperor who had somehow stumbled across the safe house. Damn Red-Haired Shanks.

“Captain! We're going to make landfall soon!” The voice of one of his crew startled Tomura out of the fond memory and his less than savory thoughts. He rubs his face, sighing as he straightens up from where he'd been leaning on the railing.

“How long?” The white-haired man asks and looks at the lieutenant before him.

“Lookout said we're about thirty minutes out, Sir.”

Tomura nods. They would need to be prepared if some of Big Mom’s crew were there. Same with Shanks and his crew.

“Get the men prepared for a skirmish. Big Mom won't be here, but I'd bet she'd send some of her stronger men to get my sister.”

The news of his little sister being the reason behind his sudden disregard of orders had swept through the ship quicker than scurvy. But his marines were loyal, and technically, they were still chasing after pirates, so the higher ups could be too mad at them.

“Yes, Sir!” his lieutenant snapped, and then he was off, getting the other crew members up and running.

Tomura stalked to the front of the ship, and from here, he could see the outline of your island. His mouth twists in a grimace, and he prays that he's gotten here quick enough to beat Big Mom’s crew.

However, the closer he gets, the more his chest grows tight. There is grey smoke rising into the sky on the east side of the island, and even after so long away, Tomura knows that is where the safe house is.

The shore comes into view soon, and Delemur frowns when he sees a small ship docked at the shore, a large cross on the flag. He's seen that before, but he doesn't understand why Dracule Mihawk would have a shit all the way out here. Maybe it'd been stolen?

They drop anchor in the next couple of minutes, and Tomura flies ahead and drops to the sand, taking a look around with a frown. The beach looked awful, the beautiful sands trampled all the way up to where it became grass. Most of the lush forest had been torn down, most likely caused by the larger members of the raid party. He followed the trail up, picking up the pace until he was in an all-out run.

Tomura slides to a stop, sticken at the sight before him. The entire place is a disaster, the cottage a charred husk of what it used to be. The scent of burning wood is thick in the air, and the once lush and full gardens that you had cared for have been overturned and stomped on. He can see the broken remains of a small pen on the side of the building, but there were no animals in sight.

Carefully, he steps forward, bending down to collect a shard of green sea glass that had survived the fire. The Vice-Admiral flips it end over end then pockets it before walking inside the destruction. The living room is full of burned books and clothes, the furniture broken and ashen like the rest of the house. There is a shelf holding on for dear life, an old record player with a stack of melted records resting beside it.

Tomura moves to the kitchen, taking in the shattered glass of the window and the many planters that take up the majority of counter space, each plant dry and brittle or nothing but ash. A wind chime is still intact, and he reaches forward to brush the pads of his fingers across the metal tube, frowning when the beautiful melody fills the air. That kind of sound didn't belong in such destruction.

Onward Tomura goes, learning about his little sister as best he can through the ruins of her home. Your love for music and books could easily be seen, but how could he ever know what they were? What is your favorite song to listen to now, or what you liked to do on long lazy days. Were you all alone? The pen outside suggested his sister had found animals, but where were they?

Your bedroom was in a bit better shape from the rest of the house since the door had been shut before the fire had started. Tomura carefully sits on the ashen bed, green eyes looking at everything he can as quickly as he can see. He wanted to know everything about you. He had missed so much of your life, and the regret of leaving you behind was suffocating.

Would you have been safer in the military? Maybe, but Sengoku would have taken one look at you and your devil fruit and thrown you into training, just like they did with him. Tomura didn't want that for his baby sister. He had wanted you to live a good life, even if it would be a lonely one.

His thoughts are stalled when he catches sight of what hangs in your closet. His green eyes zero in on the long coat with a high collar decorated with intricate designs. Delemur knows that coat. He has seen it on the occasional times he had run into Mihawk.

The two of them had a mutual understanding to not speak about what had happened between them. Tomura didn't like that the older man had helped Big Mom, but being in the Navy gave him a different perspective. Not to mention his own skeletons hidden away in his closet, and in the end, Mihawk had been the reason that Tomura and his sister got out alive. They were even as far as he cared.

But seeing the Warlord’s coat made him pause. The tiny ship in the bay had already been suspicious, but the coat only added to his rising confusion. All the rumors had pointed at Shanks being the one to have found you, so then why in the fuck wasn't he seeing anything that might belong to the Emperor?

The sound of a bleating goat suddenly grabs his attention, and then he picks up the sound of his men shouting. Delemur bolts out of the house and finds Mihawk's pink charge, Perona glaring daggers at his men, specifically Private Nitchell, who points a shaking pistol at the young woman. Three chickens and an ornery looking goat stand behind her.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” He demands, and glares at the private, “Stand down, Nitchell. Does she look like a threat to you?”

The young man shakes his head, a blush high on his cheeks at getting reprimanded, “No, Sir! Sorry, Sir!”

The Vice-Admiral watches Nitchell stow his weapon and back up from where the ghost girl looks ready to tear his head off. Tomura rounds on the pinkette, cockimg a brow at her.

“Perona right? The hell are you doing here?” He demands and crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed by the glare that she proceeds to aim at him.

“What's it to you?” She spits at him and floats up, crossing her own arms. He spots several ghosts behind her and prepares to turn himself into dust if one flies at him. He'd seen what those things could do. However, his annoyance skyrockets at her answer, and Tomura is hard pressed not to reach out and try to wring her neck.

“I asked you first,” he snarls right back, and feels like he is arguing with a little kid when Perona sticks her tongue out at him.

“I was coming to visit my friend, Navy Man. You should leave before my dad gets here.”

Tomura rolls his eyes and ignores the threat, “Your friend is my little sister. How did you find this place?”

Whatever argument that Perona was hyping herself up for deflated like a popped balloon when she registered what the marine said. She looks him over, dark eyes flickering from head to toe. The more she sees, the less Perona thinks that this man is lying. He looks like you. His cheekbones and brow are a familiar and comforting sight. But what should she tell him? Perona didn't think that Mihawk would be very happy with her if she happened to spill the beans on everything that he's been doing.

Perona licks her lips and floats back down, dismissing her ghosts and setting a hand on top of Neal's head. The goat grunts at her and butts his head into her hand, happy that the only other person he tolerated had found him and the three chickens hidden away in the intact part of the forest.

“Mihawk found this place a few years ago. After a while, he told me about your sister, and I wanted to be her friend. She seemed lonely, and I know what that's like,” Perona begins and shifts her weight with a sniff. She's been here for two days looking for anything that would help them find out where Big Mom’s crew may have taken you. The only luck she had was finding your goat and chickens. Hank and Sukuna were nowhere to be found.

Tomura's hands clenched into fists at the information. Mihawk had known about you for years, and Delemur was just now finding out about it. How were Shanks involved then? To his knowledge, the redhead and the hawk stayed away from one another. Until recently, that is.

Just what the hell had his baby sister gotten up to?

“She called me five days ago and said that some of Big Mom’s crew had found her island. I came as fast as I could, but I was too late. Shanks and Mihawk are on their way here now.”

Tomura doesn't like the thought of such powerful men working together and all for the sake of his little sister. What had you done to catch their attention? Did he even want to know the answer to that?

“How long until they get here?” Tomura asks after a moment. He would wait here until they arrived. At least he wouldn't have to go tracking the pirates down. He had a couple of choice words to give both of them now that he knows that Mihawk has been here as well. That bastard had looked him in the face not four months ago and had said nothing about knowing you.

Perona shrugs at him, her face morphing into a pout, “I don't know. Another week?”

Shanks and his crew were strong enough to go through the Calm Belt if they wanted to, and that would cut their travel time down by a lot. Gloom Island was a two week trip from here by normal means.

Tomura grumbles at having to wait that long, but he isn't that much of an asshole, and so stalks forward and offers Perona his hand.

“I apologize for getting off on the wrong foot with you. My name is Tomura. Thank you for being my sister's friend.”

The ghost girl blinks dumbly up at him before tentatively taking his hand and shaking it.

“Uh. You're welcome?” Perona has never been thanked for being someone's friend before. It was a little weird, but Tomura seemed genuine and kind like you. Just a bit more…violent it seemed.

Tomura blushes and takes his hand away, rubbing them together before pointing at Neal and the chickens, hoping to change the subject.

“Are those _’s?”

Perona nods and introduces Neal and the chickens. She couldn't remember if you had named the fowl, so she had taken it upon herself to name the rooster Henry and the two hens Harriet and Henrietta. The crew of his ship piddled around the island while Perona told Tomura stories about his little sister, and soon, the sun was beginning to set on the little island. He sighs heavily and invites Perona on his ship for dinner. They may as well get to know one another if they were to be stuck on an island together for the next couple of days.

Those days pass in the blink of an eye, and it is late in the evening on the fifth day when the lookout on his ship announces that the Red Force is entering the bay. Tension skyrockets, and Perona stands away from Tomura while they watch the pirate ship navigate to the shore. She can see two people standing at the bow of the ship, and tears of relief sprout in her eyes when she spots Mihawk's wide hat.

~~~~~~

The fear and anxiety that Shanks has felt during the entire trip explodes the moment they spot the navy vessel docked at his treasure's island. Of course, the rumors had reached your brother. Shanks should have known Tomura would be on his way here to see you. He curls his haki close to himself, refusing to let the older man feel just how manic he is right now. He needed to keep his head clear for this.

Next to him, Mihawk's haki lashes like an angry snake, golden eyes wide and full of fire when he sees the ship. He recognizes who it belongs to and cuts his eyes over at Shanks, who won't even look his way. Dracule had been silent about his concerns with just how Big Mom had found out, and he doesn't like the picture that has been painted for him. He doesn't want to accuse anyone of anything until he has all the knowledge he needs.

Mihawk and Shanks flash to the shore, and the warlord gets an armful of sad ghost girl the second his feet touch sand. Perona buries her face in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist and holding the warlord tightly. Tears sprout and run down her cheeks, and Mihawk can do nothing but sigh and hold the young woman close, one hand stroking the back of her pink hair.

Shanks steps up beside him, a kind smile that he forces on his lips as he pats Perona on the back, “It's alright, kid. We're here now.”

Mihawk shoots him a grateful look, and thankfully, Perona decides to pull away, reaching up to wipe her eyes free of smeared makeup.

“It took you two long enough to get here,” She grumbles and takes a step away, turning to look over at the Vice-Admiral, “Tomura has kept me company.”

Dracule looks up and catches the Navy man's eyes, the green dark and full of suppressed rage. He doesn't expect the younger man to bypass him almost immediately, instead, aiming that almost familiar glare at Shanks. The tension deepens, and sand is kicked up by the haki that coils between the three men. Tomura wasn't anywhere near the pirate's power level, but that wasn't about to stop him. The Emperor was the one responsible for his baby sister getting taken.

“Did he, now,” Mihawk murmurs and carefully maneuvers Perona to stand slightly behind him. He didn't want her to get caught in this, and the Warlord could tell that whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be very pretty.

Tomura isn't here to beat around the bush and cuts straight to the case, “Did you have any fucking plans to tell me that you knew my sister, Mihawk? How the hell did you even find her?”

Mihawk keeps his face free of any kind of expression that may give away his true feelings. Brother or not, Mihawk wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now. Not when you were obviously still missing. What he doesn't expect is Tomura rounding on Shanks, his tone dropping and turning dangerous.

“And you, you son a bitch. You're the fucking reason my gods damned baby sister was found.”

The silence that blankets the shore of the island is deafening. Tomura grins meanly when he sees that panic that pools in Shanks’ dark eyes and stands taller, pointing an accusing finger at the redhead. Mihawk follows the gesture, his heart seizing in his chest when he catches sight of the look of devastation that paints his lover's face. He takes two steps back, bringing Perona with him, away from the man who had promised Dracule that he could trust him.

“You promised me, Shanks,” Mihawk remarks and tries to keep the hurt out of his tone, but the younger man easily picks up on it, making him feel worse than scum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. The hurt quickly turns to anger, and the warlord reaches for Yuro, the blade swinging around to point at Shanks.

“You promised me that you would keep your mouth shut! You drunken, lying bastard. I never should have put my trust in you again.”

His ringed eyes blaze with a rage Mihawk hasn't felt in decades. Not since he was young and impressionable. His heart feels shattered, and out of everything, disappointment rings through his body like a live wire. He shouldn't have allowed the redhead to pass his walls.

Shanks’ eyes widen at the threat, and he takes a couple of steps back from the wicked blade. His own hand curls around Gryphon, and Shanks braces for the fight that would no doubt happen because of his mistakes. He didn't want to fight Mihawk, but he would defend himself if the older man made the first move. He quickly began to explain before Dracule could try and take his head from his shoulders.

“I know, and I'm so sorry, Mihawk. I was drunk that night, and I missed the two of you so much. I didn't know I was being so loud until Benn told me to shut it. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

Shanks is pushed back when Mihawk's haki lashes out, his face flushed red from how angry he is at the lame excuse. How dare he.

“When are you not drunk off your ass, Shanks? There is no excuse that you can give me that will make any of this okay. _ is gone! Most likely slated to be married off to one of Charlotte’s sons because of your inability to keep your mouth shut!”

Perona grabbing him by the arm is the only thing that prevents Mihawk from following after Shanks. He glares at her, about to snap at the girl to let him go, when he sees the unshed tears and fear in her dark eyes.

“We need his help finding her, Mihawk,” Perona says, voice thick with emotion. She doesn't like seeing them fight, and it hurts seeing what she has begun to call family fall apart in front of her eyes.

Her words seem to bring everyone back to the situation at hand, and the wild haki from the three men is pulled back and settled. Tomura relaxes his shoulders, shifting his weight and glaring at the two pirates.

“She's right. Big Mom has a lot of territory. It'll take months for us to search each of her islands if we don't work together,” Delemur frowns even as he speaks, disliking the idea of working with the men who'd found his sister. What even were the three of them?

“What is she to you?” Tomura demands and regrets it the second both men look at him like he was an idiot.

“We,” Mihawk begins and then swiftly corrects himself. He didn't want anything to do with Shanks right now, “I love her. She had no idea who I was when I found her, and it was…refreshing to have someone like that. We should move quickly. _ is in a delicate state.”

Tomura doesn't even want to think about what that means and glances at Shanks for the redhead’s answer.

Shanks shifts his weight, his hand falling from his sword once Mihawk had sheathed his own, but he keeps his distance. He gives Tomura a helpless shrug.

“My crew and I drifted close to her island one day, and we got to know one another. I can admit I was jealous of what Mihawk had with her, so we made it work. The three of us.”

Tomura doesn't know what to say to that, so he keeps his mouth glued shut. How the hell had his little sister pulled not one but two of some of the most powerful men on the Grand Line. He would ask once he found her.

“I'll use whatever resources the Navy can give me to find her,” Tomura says after a moment of rather awkward silence. He reaches into his pocket and takes out two mini transponder snails, and hands them to Shanks and Mihawk.

“I'll ring you if I find anything. I hope the two of you do the same.”

Mihawk dips his head in agreement, handing the snail to Perona and Shanks pockets his. They would work together to find you, even if none of them wanted to.

“I'm going to take a look around and see if we can't find something that'll lead us in the right direction,” Shanks says and whistles loudly to signal to his crew that it was fine to disembark from the ship now. He chances a glance at Mihawk, but the dark-haired man refuses to look his way. He frowns, guilt eating him up from the inside out before he lopes away without a word.

“Perona and I will head to the New World and begin our search,” Mihawk says and then he struts to the ship Perona had taken from his island, not bothering to look back at the Vice-Admiral. He can't bring himself to search the island. Dracule had seen the smoke curling into the sky, and seeing whatever remained of his home away from home would only make the hurt worse.

Tomura is left standing alone on the white sands, and he sighs heavily, looking out over the crashing waves. He smooths his white hair away from his forehead, and he murmurs to himself.

“Where the hell did they take you, Princess.”

~~~~~~

Thousands of miles away, you are escorted past hallways full of mirrors that make you feel dizzy if you look too closely. You cast your eyes back to the floor, one hand tangled in the fur of Hank's shaggy coat and the other holding Sukuna close to your chest. Your pets had chased after the men who had dragged you kicking and screaming from the tiny cave you'd forced yourself into.

Surprisingly, once they had seen that you were pregnant, the men had handled you with much more care and had even allowed you to take the cat and dog with you. Despite not wanting to leave, you had been much more willing once they assured you that you could have them. Hank and Sukuna were the only two things keeping you sane right now.

Sukuna wouldn't stop hissing, a constant low growl echoing in the hallway. His tail was poofed, and he glared at everyone with furious golden eyes. Hank fared no better, his hackles raised, and his ears pulled up. He stayed pressed against his human’s legs as they walked, unwilling to let you out of his sight.

It wasn't long before your group stopped at massive double doors that creaked open. You waltz inside, relieved at the lack of creepy mirrors, but that relief disappears the moment your eyes lay on who hovers in the middle of the room. She is the biggest human you've ever seen, sitting atop a cloud that glares down at you.

Beside her, another massive man stands. He has deep purplish hair, and the bottom half of his face is covered in a black and white scarf. He wears an open vest, and you can see a tattoo running down his exposed chest.

“It's about time you showed up,” Big Mom’s booming voice startles you, and you cut your eyes up to look at her. She grins down at you, her smile wicked as she looks you over.

“Such a pretty young thing. You'll make a nice wife for my son Katakuri. Don't you think so?”

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swampstew · 1 year

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All good things to those who wait

You all voted and I have delivered. Enjoy your size kink with the magnificent Charlotte Katakuri. Not proofread cause I'm on painkillers and my tolerance for giving a shit is nowhere in sight.

Content Warning: Spicy, established relationship w/ Reader, vaginal penetration, soft Katakuri moments, teasing, size kink, cum play, thigh fucking, finger penetration, AFAB reader.

Word Count: 2.8K

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Desire was laced in your glazed eyes, echoing from your little gasps as your body twitched. The deep rumbles of chuckling resounded throughout Katakuri’s torso as he towered over you. He dipped his head down and tickled your body with his feather scarf, plucking a single feather and running it lightly over your body.

Even this one single feather was monstrous in size compared to you, easily being three quarters of your height and that was one of the smaller ones too! Lowering it’s reach, the feather trail left goosebumps on your skin and little shudders running down your spine. Your legs spread open by his bare thigh, he brought the feather down your slit and you clenched and whined on the vibrating dildo inside you on its lowest setting.

Katakuri loved being delicate with you almost as much as he loved being a huge tease.

“Please Kata!” you gasp. “It’s been 30 minutes!”

“My merienda is over when I say it’s over. I haven’t even tasted my delicious treat yet,” he rasped, lowering his body to the floor until he was kneeling in front of your exposed body, removing his scarf from his lower face. He was drooling.

“Kata!” you whine.

“What?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, you love when he eats you out. “Oh, do you want a turn taking the first taste?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You know, for a man with future vision you sure are behind on what I really want,” you huff at him.

He pulled away.

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N.”

“Just the tip!”

“I could break you!” he snapped. This same fight is happening again. You’ve been dating for about a year and he only recently truly shown you his face, the more relaxed version of him when he wasn’t ‘Sweet Commander and Second Son of Charlotte Linlin’ Katakuri. He didn’t understand why you would risk your literal life like this. How could he possibly handle LOSING you over a few minutes of bliss? Inconceivable.

“I’m tired of toys and promises Kata!” you nearly sob.

You want him so so much. Want to feel his entire girth stretch you open, to let him use you to bring himself to heaven. His little plaything, but also the one who has won his heart. It just wasn’t fair. The perfect man with the perfect body. The only thing imperfect…had to be you...you were the common denominator. It was Your Size that was preventing him from overcoming his insecurities.

In an instant, Katakuri covers your body with his and gently kisses your face, caressing your body tenderly. Feeling his sheer weight envelope you like a weighted blanket, your tears soon stopped flowing as you sniffled into quiet sadness.

“I can make a mochi appen—”

“NO! Either fuck me or don’t!”

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright,” he growled, swiftly pinning your arms above you with two fingers. His free hand moving down to place a single, massive digit rubbing you from slit to clit. “You don’t COMMAND me.”

He sunk his finger in and you clenched tightly, pussy sucking him in deeper.

“Kata!” you gasp as your body was flooded with heat, pooling in your lower half.

His finger thrusted in and out quickly and you were soon bucking your hips against his finger. He slipped in a second finger and pressed vigorously against your walls going faster and faster until you were pulsing and sobbing in pleasure. A low whine leading into a moan heralding your orgasm as you clenched repeatedly on his fingers. He lets you ride it out before slowly removing his drenched hand. He glared at you as his tongue wiped the creamy mess you left on his fingers.

“I’m not talking about this today. End of discussion.” He helped you get clean and he made sure you were ok emotionally before he left.

You could only sigh deeply. You wondered how long he would be interested in you if he couldn’t have you the way most people would want a partner. Not that he’d ever pressure you, in fact he was the complete opposite. Almost TOO cautious. Afraid he would scar you with his teeth, break your bones with his fingers or split you in half with his giant co— You shake your head, no use in beating yourself down with what you can’t have. Wouldn’t serve you or your throbbing body.

Almost a month goes by and you were a little on edge. You had started seeing less of Katakuri and your worst fears were slowly settling into your mind. As of recently he was sent on a mission by Big Mom and had been gone for nearly two weeks. Even before he left he was not intimately connected, simply pleasured you and denied himself…again.

Then one day he appeared with a bouquet of flowers, an apology falling out of his concealed lips as you fought the urge to give him a piece of your mind for the CARELESSNESS. He’s never treated you that poorly before. Sweet promises swiftly followed the apology, a dinner date for tomorrow evening with an explanation for everything.

“Please? 7 at my house?” his usually sharp, magenta eyes were soft, pleading with your Y/E/C irises.

“Ok. But if I don’t find your explanation satisfactory, there will be angry words uttered!”

7 PM arrives the next day and as you slowly walk up to his mansion of a residence, you see a line of the house staff being ushered out from one of the side exits. Puzzled, your step falters as the front door opens. You see Smoothie in the doorway and she motions for you to come inside.

“Don’t worry I won’t be here long. Katakuri is waiting for you in the dining room,” she greets you and pushes you on with a wave.

Your eyes prick with tears as you see him stand next to the set table. The best glassware and decorations sat on the wooden surface. You were so confused you were ready to crumble.

Katakuri removes his shoulder wear and drapes it on the back of a chair. His eyes looked somber.

“I’m so sorry for the distance I’ve created. I have felt like…” he looked to the floor for a moment before looking back at you, “Such a failure in this relationship. I do what I can to please you but I know you want more from me and I struggle with how to meet those demands. So that’s what I’ve been doing. I went to check on one of our…associates to see how far he’s come along on his testing for a growth serum. It’s priority use is a matter for Momma and her other affairs but I thought that if it was ready that…” he trailed off. “But its not done. Not even close to being started. Don’t think that fool Caesar knows what he’s gotten himself into,” Katakuri growled deeply.

“No matter. I’ve found a temporary solution for the moment. I’m not sure how it’ll go but I want you to know Y/N that I care so very deeply for you. Please understand that all I’ve done is to ensure that you are here with me, safely, so we can enjoy our relationship to the fullest capacity. My selfishness will not come at the cost of your body and wellbeing. Of that I will not budge on.”

Your eyes are spilling with tears and he’s already on his knees, wiping them away with his callous, tender fingers. You kiss one, then the other.

“You sweet, sweet, overly cautious man,” you smile at him. “Does your solution involve Smoothie?”

He nods, a small smile on his face from your compliment. “Yes, Smoothie has recently achieved her devil fruit awakening. She can apply her absorption technique on objects and people other than herself for a short period. I thought this could be a reasonable compromise until we find a more permanent solution.”

In the end, Smoothie is only able to make you several feet taller than your original height. Your body grew in proportion to the added length but she has not yet mastered her power and thus couldn’t grow you to full height. Still, it was better than nothing, you were now at eye level with his navel and not his knees. The thought of being used by him with your whole body instead of just your thighs had excitement pooling in your body again.

Katakuri quickly rushed his sister out with lowly muttered gratitude, fully flushed. You could overhear Smoothie utter a warning, “It’s not a permanent thing, make use of the time you have.”

As soon as the door closed you slipped your shoes off and unclipped your hair, framing your face with your locks. You were SO thankful you decided to wear lingerie and a cute, flirty dress. He came back through the hallway and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw your relaxed posture, your fingers hooking the hem of your dress while your other hand was moving to slip off the dress strap from your shoulders.

“Eager are we?” he growled lowly, rushing to embrace you to his body. Letting out a grunt as he felt your chin against his stomach. Looking you over with dilated eyes, “This will do, let us hope anyways.”

He picked you up and cradled you to his chest, smashing his lips against yours and sucking your bottom lip. For once not enveloping your mouth entirely with his lips. Your tongue being able to press against his in a stronger way as he invaded your mouth. He placed soft kisses and suckled down your neck, a hand cupping your thighs and then your ass as he walked up the stairs for the master bedroom.

Katakuri brought you to his neatly made bed and gently laid you down, ravishing your body quickly. Even with his eagerness he does not immediately being with penetration. Katakuri is nothing if not patient and restrained.

By the time he pulls his massive cock free from his trousers, you’ve already cum twice from his fingers. He licked your slick from his three digits, slurping your essences that dripped down to his wrist. Gently placing his cock between your messy thighs, he grips them closed as he begins to pump himself. Your hand slowly reaches down and begins rubbing his flushed tip, coating your palm in precum. It’s thick and nearly transparent. With a sly look you bring your hand to your mouth and lick it clean – he tastes sweet, like icing on a pastry.

A loud, satisfied groan escapes from his lips as he watched your actions, rutting his hips sharply into your thighs that pushed his cock deeper between your thighs, just below your core. You can feel him instinctively throb as your heat calls to him, you can feel the pulsing from the thick veins that run along his member and it makes you keen. You begin thrusting your hips too, edging his tip, silently pleading for him to enter you.

Still hesitant, Katakuri glances at you one final time before he lays over you. He lays his cock just at your entrance while he softly kisses your lips, his hands kneading your breasts softly with aggressive twists on your nipples. A new sensation that rips a growl from your throat, leaving him with wide eyes and a new hunger in his gut. Desperation.

Moving his hands to spread your legs open, he latches on to your breasts to anchor himself before he splits you open. The breezy air hits your sopping core and makes you hiss in need. With a simple nod against your chest, Katakuri lifts his hips.

You weren’t a virgin before you met Katakuri but the way he stretched you open made you feel like one. You gasped aloud, biting back a scream you let your head swim as his cock slowly pushes into you, feeling him spread you wide open as your thighs quake. It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, though you finally reconcile that he had been right, having sex in your normal size would have ripped you apart. Willing those thoughts away, you wiggle your hips around him causing Katakuri to both chuckle and growl at you.

“What have I told you about commanding me?” he softly bites your nipples, his sharp teeth brushing against your skin making goosebumps erupt all over your body.

“Kata you feel so good,” you moan, “I need more!”

With a groan, Katakuri pushes himself in all the way until he felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix. A few inches of him remained outside.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N,” he murmurs as he tries to reign himself in. To not fuck you to oblivion and back.

His praise made you clench on his massive girth and that wrangled a grunt from him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as much as you can but your legs are still too short. You settle for bracing your heels against his hips and begin thrusting on him.

The choked pants that leave his mouth only encourage you as you take control. Your hands reach for his arms and shoulders, digging your nails into him as you clench on him, rutting your hips and fucking yourself on his cock.

“S’good Kata, you feel fucking amazing. Gon-gonna cum from this alone,” you hum and moan, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

That snapped him out of his haze, hands running down to your hips in a death grip. Slightly lifting himself on his knees, he pulls out fully to snap back into you and you let out a yelp.

“Do it again,” you breathe heavily with eyes darkened with lust.

He obeys and thrusts sharply into you again. And again. Starting a pace that quickly turns fast as he begins to lose himself in you. The way your tight walls hug his cock, the way your body flushes as you clench in pleasure, the way your moan and squeal from the pleasure he is giving you. Fully sitting on his knees, he hitches your thighs over his own and drills into you.

“You look so desperate Y/N. All this for some cock?” he chuckles darkly.

“Don’t be snarky Kata!” you whine. “As if you aren’t aching to cum inside me,” you continue with intentional clenching on him.

With a growl he pistons into you faster, shutting your smart mouth up as your tongue lolls, whimpering gasps and moan being the only noises you can make anymore. Desire that had been simmering in your body was quickly coming to a boil, threatening to spill over the edges as you neared your orgasm. Sensing this, Katakuri fills you with as much of himself as he can and then grinds into your body. His tip hitting your g-spot and making white dots appear in your vision.

“I might be but I’ll save that for another time. Don’t want to risk impregnating you so soon after discovering how delicious your cunt feels on me,” he pants between grunts, his own orgasm about to hit him.

His future vision told him you’d cum in a minute, in reality you came after 4 short thrusts. Your walls clamped down on his cock in a vice grip as a scream was ripped from your throat, wailing his name in pleasure as the waves rocked your body. He was gasping for air, feeling lightheaded from your hold on him, trying to keep himself from finishing before your orgasm was complete.

He couldn’t take it.

Even with your walls pulsing and clenching on him through the aftershocks of your pleasure, Katakuri rips himself from out of you. Kneeling over you, he fists himself quickly until he’s spilling his hot, white cum all over you. Fisting himself until it was nearly painful, only stopping when the last drop had spilled from him.

Looking down at you, a proud grin growing on his face at the sight of you. Nearly swimming in his essence. Your chest is heaving, still recovering from your orgasm, you shakily lift your head to look down at yourself and you give him a sly smirk. You dip a finger in his cum that pooled over your belly and licked it clean.

“Mmmmmm,” your eyes roll back, “You’ve always tasted so sweet. Like cinnamon roll icing,” you purr.

“Oh fuck,” Katakuri mutters as his entire being turns red.

Without another word, he scoops you up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around you and heads to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” concern in your eyes.

“I don’t know how much longer you’ll be this size and I plan to take full advantage,” he simply answers as he begins to run the shower.

“Katakuri! You horny dog, you” you laugh lightly as the water starts washing off his pleasure from you. Both your hands grip his hardening length and you kiss his tip. “This time I want you to feed me,” you smile before you start licking.

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sexydarkchocolatesposts · 1 year

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hello :) can i have SFW Headcanons of FEM!reader trying on a corset Make it with Shanks, Mihawk, Law, and Kataguri. (also I'm gonna ask this to other writer peeps so hope you don't mind)

sir , madam they them you just made my day, it is 48 mins past midnight and i know just because of the rush of inspo im gonna thrive today. Also the way i ran to the requests because i felt bored. People requests are open im just a little procrastinative. Is that a word? Anyway...

P.s you can totally ask other creators for a similar requests it wonderful actually it just means we get zaddy Dracule content hope you're having a good day👍

*requests are open so feel free to send a message. I love these and I currently have no rules so whatever is cool. *

Mihawk

You were minding your business turning infront of the mirror trying to decide whether you like this look or not.

The way this man scaned you from the corner of his eye.

The way this man hesitated for a second. Unsure how to react.

The way this man slowly put down his book because in all his travels, never has he seen such a creature of beauty.

Babygirl (you are now dubbed babygirl anon, hope you like it) this man is entranced and it's taking everything he has, every fibre of his being to not lose control and kiss you right now.

You turn around kinda shy because he's just staring blatantly, no shame. locking eyes for a second be staring at your waist. You have gripped his attention and you better not think he's looking away. (Should i turn this into a oneshot because i might. I just might)

Just know you're keep it and wearing it often, just to elicit his reaction.

Shanks

I see this man and he just gives off the vibes one of my friends does, absolutely shameless.

He sees you in this thing and drops whatever he's doing.

The corset isn't the only thing that will be griping that fine waist get over here. Extremely touchy unable to keep his hands to himself.

If you try to walk away he'll trail after who are you to be looking this good and not allowing your man just a little touch. (Genuinely considering a oneshot guys i just need a little enabling ).

Law

You strolling around this town nothing but a corset and jeans and you bump into the captain.

He's shocked first because wow you look amazing and secondly why are you letting other men to take in what's his.

Wraps his arm around your waist squeezing it lightly to put across the message you are his. Not to you though because you know who you belong to.

Katakuri

He saw it coming. Yet between foreseeing it and seeing you. He's shocked. He definitely prefers the real thing.

Stares at you taking in the delicious sight. Kind of intense as most of his face is covered.

Will definitely kill someoen if they stare at you the wrong way. If it's his siblings he'll just usher you out the room.

Lovigly admiring your slutty waist you.

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justa-fanfic-writer · 6 months

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Katakuri x Male reader

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• Katakuri loves you, loves you so so SOO much. He wonders how he could be so lucky to have you as HIS husband HIS muse he felt like the most lucky and happiest man alive ever since he met you.

• He felt like he had gotten the most biggest treasure in the world bigger than the ONE PIECE itself, in his opinion.

• He didn't care what ur appearance was or how much you weighed. He would love you and treat you like the royalty you were supposed to DESERVE.

• He would be there to comfort you, protect you, and spoil you rotten. You are the light to his darkness the key to his heart, and he would never EVER let you go.

• If he was on his merienda time, he would have you sit on his lap and give you a big donut for you to eat, too! Sometimes, he glances at you while he is eating his donuts, just giving you some head pats here and there.

• He IS ABSOLUTELY SO HAPPY AND FLUSTERED, WHEN YOU BOMBARD HIM WITH KISSES, HAJBAJSBKWJA.

• Will kill anyone who DARES say anything rude to you! >:(

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Sorry if it's short. But I'm writing a yandere katakuri next, so be sure to stay tuned on that one and hope it is to your liking.

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count-alucard-tepes · 10 months

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King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

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ill0droprandomshizz · 2 months

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Story ideaaaaaa

What if king and Katakuri had a child, but no, not a normal kid. A seraphim that was created by samples of their dna.

What if they end up taking care of the kid, co-parenting and discover the trill of having their own kid.

And what if in the process they find a spark for one another, and up being more than just two dude's co-parenting a kid .

That the plot of my story!

Mixed blood

I planned the entire plotline but haven't wrote the chapters, should try to make this story work? What are your thoughts on this? please I need opinions🥲🥲

And ps: im still trying to figure out how to post stories on AO3, and how to get an account 😭

edit: i got the account :)

#one piece #king the wildfire #kataking #charlotte katakuri #fun #fanfic #soon to be kid of kataking #I've been marinating on this for weeks

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 15 ➡ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @starrybrujita asked: 𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 😊 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 💕 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟻 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟼 (𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗) 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚊��𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 👀 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑 😉 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! ❤️ +𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. size kink. food play. reader is used as a plate to serve food at Totto Land. Kata indulges. 𝐰𝐜: 938

Sweet and spicy, dripping honey.

Your body presented on a table, covered with the finest creams, strawberries, blueberries. You look like another treat from a different type of merienda.

Hosts from every island of the Grandline surround the table. The wedding of one of the Charlotte brothers is taking place right now, and the decorations this time have been chosen specifically to be exotic.

Everybody wears finest dresses. Dresses you aren’t wearing because your skin is there for them to serve from like a silver platter. Different hands pick from your body tartlets, others cream covered macaroons. All of them sing, Big mom’s power is unmeasurable.

♪ “eat from her, eat her up as sweet as tarts, as juicy as strawberries eat from her, eat her up” ♪

You fix your eyes towards the endless sky of Totto Land and thank the gods for the giant yonko to be more excited on a wedding cake than the banquet itself.

But, Lin Lin is not the only big person invited to that party, and the sun covers suddenly by a hand landing on one of your breasts. He picks up a donut, the icing is the same colour as your nipples, the texture as friable as your thighs.

Katakuri, the perfect child of the Charlotte inspects the sweet he has just picked up. You, for the first time has something else to watch beside the sky, and you are hoping for him to finally move that scarf down. He has to, since he is gonna eat that donut… right?

You swallow, he is as handsome as huge and you wonder, you fantasize with the vague idea of being able to take such man.

“I want to eat from you” he says, coming closer to your face, showing you how tiny you are compared to him. “Y-yes, Mr. Katakuri” you mumble, not sure if you are allowed to speak, but giving him full consent to devour you.

“Then, you will have to come with me”

The commander of flour picks you up, as if you were yet another pastry from the table. The cream that was barely covering your body begins to melt and a trail of white drops draws on the ground, as he takes you somewhere else.

Private enough, far from the bustle of the party, he puts you down in yet another big table. This time, you are surrounded by donuts, way finer from the ones served at the wedding.

“What a peculiar profession you have… do you enjoy being a human plate?” he asks, sitting back on a special cumulus of cushions. You are surprised, wasn’t him the man that never laid back?

“I… I don’t know, sir” you stutter, because, you are not really sure at this point… even if accepting such job has brought you to be all alone with Katakuri himself.

His cranberry eyes fix in your body, lustfully inspecting the sticky patches that appear over your skin. “Can I, then, enjoy the party with my personal plate? You see, I need one fitting my size” he says, with low voice and serious countenance.

You widen your eyes, and you are sure stars appear on them from the astonishment. Excited, not sure if this gonna be the death of you, you nod. “Yes, sir. Please, help yourself and eat everything you wish from my body”

Katakuri scoffs standing up, and pleased pronounces “Very well, then”. He takes his fluffy scarf off, revealing the mystery you have always wanted to discover. Sharp fangs you desire for them to carve marks on your flesh.

He bends over you, his hands rest on each side of your body, his nose inhales the honey scent of your shiny complexion. The sharpness of his fangs caress your neck, the tip of his tongue licks the cream off of it.

Down, down he goes. Sucking your breasts, nibbling on your hard nipples. You moan, louder. You squirm and spasm under his huge frame.

“Keep it down until I’m inside you” he whispers in your ear, using his finger to dilate your entrance, pumping in and out, first delicately and increasingly violently then.

Your back arches, you have no idea how he is going to fit inside you, but you want him deep, deep until your belly gets swollen up from his shaft.

And, indeed, it’s what’s about to happen.

The sound of the studs of his multiple belts around his legs fill the room. They fall to the ground, and his black jeans, too.

Your eyes reflect the size of his sex, and with curling toes you receive his intrusive hardness. Just the tip is enough to make you whine and arch your back, as he has pulled you to the edge of the table. And when he feels you are stretched enough, with great expertise, his dick slides in.

You carve your nails on a little patch of his huge back, your legs feel like can’t open any more wider without separating from your body, your belly feels swollen and it shows the form of Katakuri’s dick moving in and out.

The commander holds your whole body with just a hand, you are like a little toy to him. Your exhausted walls clench as much as they can to each thrust, and soon, with trembling limbs, you burst into an explosive and wet orgasm around him.

He smirks, subtly. His serious countenance will always be there, but for as long as you cum and he does too, a burgundy shine installs on his eyes…

“I won’t have any wedding cake; I have eaten enough sweets for the day…~”

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