Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: So I may have rambled a bit.. I'm sorry 😭! Hope this fits what you were looking for<3 Also yes my headcannon is Katakuri loves flowers 😭!!
The grand halls of Whole Cake Island were a marvel to behold, but they felt strangely cold despite their opulence. You had been married into the infamous Charlotte family a month ago, bound by Big Mom's will and ambitions. The idea of marrying a stranger had been daunting, but you had accepted it with quiet grace. After all, you had heard rumors of Katakuri, Big Mom's undefeated son, the perfect man who commanded fear and respect in equal measure.
Living with him, however, was another story. Katakuri was courteous, polite even, but he kept his distance. His towering figure moved through the mansion with precision, his face perpetually obscured by the scarf wrapped tightly around his mouth. You didn't push or pry, it wasn't your place to question your husband's habits, but the silence between you was growing heavier with each passing day.
You sighed as you sat at the dining table, stirring your tea idly. The sound of boots approaching the room made you glance up. Katakuri entered, his presence commanding as always. His eyes flicked to you briefly, then away.
"Good morning," you greeted with a small smile. "Morning," he replied, his deep voice rumbling softly. He hesitated for a moment before taking a seat across from you. It wasn't much, but it was progress.
The clinking of your spoon against the porcelain cup filled the quiet. You glanced up at him, trying to gauge his mood. He seemed relaxed, well, as relaxed as Katakuri could be. His sharp gaze was fixed on the window, the faint sunlight catching the edges of his scarf.
"Did you sleep well?" you ventured, desperate to chip away at the wall between you. He paused for a fraction of a second before responding. "Yes." A single word. Curt, but not unfriendly. It was better than silence, you supposed. You swallowed your disappointment and took another sip of your tea.
"What about you?" he asked suddenly. Your head snapped up in surprise. He wasn't looking at you, but the question hung in the air, genuine and unexpected.
"Oh, um, yes. I did," you replied quickly, warmth blooming in your chest at the small sign of interest. "The room is very comfortable."
He nodded once, his attention returning to the window. Despite his distant demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than he let on. There were times when his voice softened ever so slightly, or when his gaze lingered just a second longer than necessary, but the moment always passed, leaving you grasping at straws.
