One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

98. Weekly doughnuts (Katakuri x Male!Reader)

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(s/c)=skin color
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✎Requested by Rengoku_Darling
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Bold
✏︎Cheerful
✏︎Cute
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The shop bursts with pastel charm—soft pinks like cotton candy, mint greens that practically hum with freshness, and lavender blues that seem to float in the air. The walls, painted a warm peach, frame shelves stacked high with glass jars filled with every sweet treat imaginable. Cupcakes, macarons, and delicate pastries rest in the display case like little jewels, each one more tempting than the last.

Above, vintage-style lighting casts a cozy, golden glow over everything, giving the space the feel of a dream come to life. This isn't just a bakery—it's a little slice of happiness, and you're right in the middle of it all.

In the kitchen, the air is thick with the mouthwatering scent of freshly baked goods, swirling through the warm atmosphere. You move with effortless ease, each step purposeful as you slide another batch of treats into the oven. The soft hum of conversation from the busy shop blends with the sound of the oven door clicking shut, but you hardly notice. This is your happy place, your calm center amidst the delicious chaos.

"Anna, can you check the pastries in the back? I need to run to the register!" you call over your shoulder, your voice light and cheerful, almost like a song. You wave a quick, bright hello as you wipe your hands on your apron—so many things to do, yet it's all a joy.

When you step into the front of the shop, a rush of contentment washes over you. The pastel hues, the cheerful buzz of customers, the laughter—it's all just *perfect*. With a smile that feels like home, you slide behind the register, ready for whatever the next moment brings. You love this place, the positive energy, the hum of activity. There's nowhere else you'd rather be. Even as the line grows and the clock ticks on, your enthusiasm never falters. This is where you belong.

Then, everything changes. The door swings open, and in steps a figure who seems to *shift* the very air around him.

A giant of a man, dressed in black leather with spikes jutting from his knees, his presence as solid as stone. His face is unreadable, but there's an unmistakable authority in his posture. Charlotte Katakuri.

A hush falls. The friendly chatter dies down, and all eyes turn toward him. Whispers flutter at the edges of the room, the atmosphere thick with awe and unease. People instinctively step back, giving him space.

But you don't let the shift in energy rattle you—not for a second. You take a slow, steady breath, your smile as warm as ever, and step forward with confidence. This is your shop, your world, and you've seen all kinds of people walk through that door.

You meet his gaze calmly, letting the silence stretch for a beat before you speak.

"Katakuri-sama," you say, your voice steady but welcoming, laced with respectful politeness. "It's a pleasure to have you here. Can I get you something?"

There's a cool certainty in your tone, an openness that invites him in, not a challenge. You may be in the presence of a giant, but you stand tall in your own right.

He watches you for a moment, something in his eyes shifting. And then, he remembers why he came.

It was a week ago when his little sister ran toward him, her small hands clutching two perfectly round doughnuts, her face alight with joy. "Look, look! I got two—one for me and one for big brother Katakuri!" she chirped, spinning in her bright blue dress.