Because She has My Back! (Charlotte Katakuri x oc )

Chapter 5: Beacon of Hope

Lunika's eyes scan around to figure out the situation she's in. It didn't take her too long to recognize the enormous physique of the only female Yonko. She gave the older woman a head bow to pay her respect. "Excuse my discourtesy, Queen Charlotte. As you can see, It is physically impossible for me to give you a proper greeting as the crown princess of Moors"

"Mamamama! What an interesting girl!"

Queen Charlotte Linlin, also known as Big Mom, leaned forward in her extravagant chair, her towering presence casting a shadow over the chamber. Her laughter boomed like thunder, a mixture of curiosity and amusement dancing in her eyes.

"An interesting predicament indeed," she mused, her voice like a melody wrapped in power. "I've seen many things in my time, but a chained princess on a cross is quite the spectacle."

Lunika's gaze remained steady, her composure unyielding despite her vulnerable state. She could feel the weight of Big Mom's gaze, a scrutiny that seemed to penetrate her very soul. Yet, Lunika refused to be broken, her determination shining through the cracks of her facade.

"You are Lunika, if I'm not mistaken," Big Mom continued, her eyes narrowing slightly. "The crown princess of Moors, caught in quite the unfortunate situation. Do tell me, child, how did you end up in this... delicate arrangement?"

Lunika's lips curled into a small smile, a mix of defiance and wry humor. "It appears that some individuals within my kingdom have a rather twisted sense of diplomacy, Queen Charlotte. They seem to believe that presenting me as a chained offering would somehow secure their interests."

A chuckle rumbled from Big Mom's throat, her massive hand reaching up to stroke her chin. "Oh, the audacity of mortals never fails to amuse me. And what do you make of this audacious plan, young princess?"

Lunika's eyes glinted with a spark of determination as she spoke. "I make of it an opportunity, Queen Charlotte. An opportunity to prove that the strength of a princess lies not in her chains, but in her resilience and the fire that burns within her."

"Bold words," Big Mom acknowledged with a nod, a hint of approval in her gaze. "But words alone do not move me. Actions, however, speak volumes."

As the conversation unfolded, Perospero, the eldest son of Charlotte Linlin, observed the interaction with keen interest. His analytical gaze studied Lunika, and suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition.

"Wait a minute," Perospero exclaimed, his voice laced with astonishment. "I know you... You're the one who—"

Lunika's gaze locked onto Perospero's, her eyes shimmering with a mix of surprise and realization. "Ah, it seems my reputation precedes me," she interjected, her tone holding a hint of irony.

Perospero's gaze bore into Lunika's, his voice lowering to a more serious tone. "Three years ago, you were responsible for an event that shook the world. The assault on Mariejois, the attack on the Celestial Dragons. You were behind it, weren't you?"

Lunika's expression remained impassive, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "Yes, I was," she confirmed, her voice unwavering. "My parents suffered at the hands of the Celestial Dragons, their lives dismantled and sold as twisted collectors' items. The memory of their suffering fueled a burning anger within me, a determination to seek justice and avenge their pain."

Perospero's gaze softened, a rare display of empathy from a member of the Big Mom Pirates. "I remember that day," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "The chaos you caused, the fear you instilled in the hearts of the World Nobles. You became a symbol of rebellion, a beacon of hope for those who had long suffered under their oppression."

Lunika's gaze never wavered, her voice carrying the weight of her convictions. "I refuse to bow to the tyranny of the Celestial Dragons. My actions were driven by a desire for justice, for a world where no one is subjected to their cruelty."

Big Mom watched the exchange between Lunika and her son with a thoughtful expression. After a moment of silence, she leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

"Mama" she finally spoke, her voice a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "It seems fate has brought us an extraordinary guest, Perospero. One with a burning determination and a history that is as tumultuous as the seas themselves."

Perospero nodded, his gaze remaining fixed on Lunika. "Indeed, Mama. She is a force to be reckoned with, and her story is one that demands attention."

Big Mom's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a newfound interest. "Lunika, my dear, you have certainly captured my attention and piqued my curiosity. Your audacity, your resilience, and your commitment to justice are qualities I admire."

Lunika's heart raced, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She had expected hostility or indifference from the Yonko, not this unexpected turn of events. "Thank you, Queen Charlotte. I appreciate your words."

Big Mom's smile widened, her gaze shrewd. "In fact, I find myself intrigued by the idea of a union between my family and the bloodline of Moors. A marriage, if you will."

Lunika's eyes widened, her mind racing to process the implications of Big Mom's words. A marriage alliance between her and one of Big Mom's own? The thought was both unexpected and surreal.

"Specifically," Big Mom continued, her gaze locking onto Lunika's, "I believe my son Katakuri would be a suitable match for someone of your... caliber."

Lunika's heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling from the proposition. Katakuri, the legendary Sweet Commander of the Big Mom Pirates, known for his strength, wisdom, and enigmatic nature. The idea was both daunting and intriguing, a potential alliance that could reshape the course of her destiny.

As Lunika processed the weight of Big Mom's proposal, her mind raced with possibilities and uncertainties. The future had suddenly taken an unforeseen turn, and she found herself standing at a crossroads, where the choices she made could shape the fate of not only Moors but also the vast world beyond.

And so, the princess who had once been bound by chains now faced a different kind of choice – one that held the power to forge alliances, challenge conventions, and ignite new flames of rebellion. As the echoes of her past reverberated through the present, Lunika's path became clearer, a destiny intertwined with the fates of kingdoms and pirates alike.