One piece One shots/ships

Defeat katalu Final part

Dark!Defeat, and it's dark.

"Strip."

The dawning realization in Luffy's features was delicious to see. His widened eyes, quickened breath, and fingers sunk into the ground all spoke of a man who knew the consequences of his actions but was still terrified to face them.

That was too bad. "I said strip. Or I'll do it for you, and I think we both know you're not going to like that."

Luffy choked out something in response, but Katakuri wasn't listening. He was already turning around, snapping the clasp on his belt and tearing it out of its loops. The thing broke in his hands, buckle crumbling and rendering it useless, but he didn't have it in him to give a shit.

His scarf was the next to go, ripped from his shoulders and tossed to the ground where it landed with a wet smack. It was obviously ruined, shredded and soaked through with blood, but he didn't care about that either. He had a backup stored inside himself if he needed it.

His jacket followed soon after as he shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. He'd given Luffy enough time to get undressed, now; if the little bitch still had clothes on when he turned back around, he was going to regret it.

When Katakuri did turn back, it was to be greeted by the sight of a naked Luffy, clutching his shoulders and shivering in the cold air. The brat's clothes were laying next to him on the floor, but there was one thing missing.

"Take the hat off."

Luffy winced, hands clenching tighter around his shoulders. His signature straw hat was hanging by a strap around his neck, seemingly the one thing he wasn't willing to part with.

Katakuri was in no mood to be disobeyed. "Take the fucking hat off."

A wailing cry, trailing off into bitter, wracking sobs. Hot tears splashing on the cold ground.

The thump of straw as it hit stone.

Luffy crumpled to the floor as soon as the hat left his hand, his legs collapsing beneath him and leaving him a heaving, shuddering mess at Katakuri's feet.

Katakuri left him there as he scouted around for a flat piece of rubble or undamaged tile. The size difference would be too much to manage without something to prop Luffy up, and it wasn't like the brat could run away from him, anyway.

True to the scale of their battle, there wasn't a single piece of mirror-world wall near them that hadn't already been smashed to bits. Katakuri was forced to make do with the largest fragment he could find. The jagged sides were enough to slice through Luffy's rubber flesh if he wasn't careful, but that was Luffy's problem.

When he returned, Luffy was waiting exactly where he left him, curled up into a ball on the ground. He didn't seem to sense Katakuri coming, his eyes glazed over and his breathing ragged, but when Katakuri picked him up he let out a blood-curdling shriek.

The noise, and its unexpectedness, was enough to make him wince. Katakuri closed his grip tighter around Luffy, haki-hardened fingers digging into the dripping wound in his stomach, and the scream trailed off into a heavy, pained panting.

Katakuri carried him over to the makeshift table and tossed him down on it, summoning mochi to fill up the walls around them. "On your hands and knees."

Luffy shuddered, choking back what might have been another bout of tears, but he obeyed. He didn't seem to have full control of his limbs, shivering so hard as he turned himself over that he slipped several times before finally holding and presenting his back and bare ass.

The mochi beneath his hands bubbled, and Luffy let out a high-pitched cry as his arms sank in almost up to the shoulders. He sat back on his knees, tugging as hard as he could, but in his weakened state all he could do was stretch.