Chapter 1: A Past Best Forgotten
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You didn't remember much about your life before Zou. Ok that was a lie. You remembered a lot of things. Things you wished you didn't.
You know you had a family, a mom, dad, brothers and a sister. That the island experienced seasons and that people hated winter. You know that your brothers were called Shawn and Cliff and your sister Tori. You always knew, even though you'll never admit it, that you never had a name. People just called you child, demon unwanted. You'd never admit it out loud though.
You also recalled that your eyes, the odd ice blue with spots of gold, like sunlight on a frozen lake and odd hair, a light peachy pink, were the reason they didn't name you. Who after all, who would want a frozen peach. That's what your brothers said and mom never contradicted them. But they were wrong, they had to be. Because if no one wanted a frozen peach, why did the pirate buy you from them.
Life with the pirate was ok. The ship was weird, the people always watching you or making comments. The name went from no name to Cutie. The pirate who bought you said the dragons would love you. (You'd never met a dragon but heard they only hoarded the best things.) But the best part was the food.
You’d never had food this good before. It was a rare thing before the pirates. leftover scraps long past expiration was the norm if anything was thrown your way. Once they realized this they offered you a fruit, it was odd looking, like if a pomegranate was struck by lightning. It tasted odd but not horrible. It also gave you powers. They stopped talking about dragons after. Instead you became pet.
Pet was cool. Pet got the best food so long as you stayed in the weird fox/human form. It was odd being Pet, the pirates were handsy and demanding but it was easier than being nobody. Easier until the pirates went to Zou.
To say Zuneisha didn't like the pirates was an understatement. The buying pirate decided to open fire after they almost stepped on the ship. Zuneisha responded and the ship didn't stand a chance. The last memory you had of the pirates was them slipping into the water below.
The next memory was you waking up in a room full of animals. They introduced themselves as minks and offered to take you home. So it was easier to forget. To pretend you didn't remember. Because if you remember then they might send you back. And you really didn't want to go back.
Life on Zou was easy and fun. Food was abundant and everyone was so nice. There was a large yellow cat called Nekomamushi. He was insanely friendly and welcoming. After some discussion you were given the name Momo, after your peachy hair.
After a few months you felt comfortable and safe. After a year you admitted to remembering. Tears fell as they reassured and comforted you. There was no need to leave. You stayed in Zou for years. Growing from a small marble fox kit into a grown vixen. The village didn't hesitate to teach you everything they knew. You weren't a true mink and couldn't use electro but they taught you other fighting styles as well as some medicine and sewing skills.
Cooking however was your favorite. You mastered a few savory dishes but baking was your forte. There weren't many sweet recipes you couldn't piece together after a few bites. As the time passed your dream developed, to travel and create a cookbook featuring all the recipes in the world. Sweet, savory, good or bad it didn't matter, you wanted them.
After talking with Nekomamushi and Inuarashi you set a course for Totto Land. They weren't happy but understood. Big Mom's territory was the best gathering ground for cooks of all kinds. Excited, you set out.
It took a few months to find someone willing to take you to Totto Land. It was a nice merchant family who was hoping to trade some spices from the calm belt islands. Their chef was more than happy to trade recipes and stories during the trip. He also gave you some decent information about the Charlotte family.
After a few weeks of traveling you finally reach the edge of the Mom Pirate territory. The cotton candy rain was weird but amazing. For the newcomers to the grand line such an odd phenomenon could be scary however. The small family was from North Blue and didn't believe the old pirate stories. Laughing you happily tell them stories of Zou and Zuneisha. The kids were mesmerized.
A few more weeks and hundreds of stories later the ship safely docks. You eagerly grab your bag and run up to the deck. There are two people waiting on the dock to greet the ship.
One was a tall broad blond man wearing some sort of fancy blue get up. He had a sort of intimidating build and his superiority complex was strong. No doubt he was one of Big Mom's many kids. A quick look over and you quickly decided he wasn't your type and you'd prefer to avoid him if possible.
Mind made up you shifted your attention to the other one. Saying he was tall was an understatement. The man was a giant. Long black legs led up to a studded belt and bare tattooed stomach and chest. Your eyes kept drifting up, absently noting the vest that covered nothing, a thick layered scarf that covered his shoulders and most of his face as well as muscled arms thicker than your head. What you could see of his face were eyes that noticed everything, thankfully focused on the captain and the merchants and short spiky red/pink hair. He has an almost lazy yet confident air about him. Not like the superiority complex of his brother, more like a content wild cat. Aware he was a top predator with no need to flaunt it. In short, he was stunning.
Shaking off your initial ‘oh no he's hot' moment you step down to join the others. His eyes shift in your direction and you freeze, praying he can't see how frazzled you were. A subtle shift in his posture lets you know he did and was stunned. Not that it was obvious but one advantage to an awakened Zoan fruit was animalistic senses and intuition. And you've had years to train.
He shifts again and goes to move closer to his brother by the newcomers. He walks with intent, the lazy yet confident prowl of a top predator. Granted it was no doubt toned down to avoid scaring the new arrivals. At peak show with nothing muted it probably sent potential challengers running. Your inner fox took notice. Damned Zoan fruits.
“Where are you from and what brings you to our territory?” He rumbled, cutting straight to the point. The group answered with the usual answers, safety, trade a new start. Each family gave a list of the skills they had to offer or resources they brought. At your turn you didn't hesitate.
“I'm from Zou and I was told that the best chefs from all the world reside here. My hope was to train under them and eventually gather up all the recipes from across the globe.” You answer honestly with some confidence. The brothers seem to evaluate you before coming to some silent conclusion.
“You're not the first to try and train here. However Mom has specific standards and the conditions can be…” the blonde started.
“Streusen can be a bit of a perfectionist and difficult to work under.” The pretty one continued and motioned for you to follow. “There are also situations involving our mother that can make working and living here difficult.”
You follow behind and listen as he tells you some things about his mother and her cravings. It's a walk full of information about the islands, their residents and some of his siblings. You're stuck admiring his stride from an ideal angle at a distance. Not that you were complaining but every step of his was three of yours and you were quickly falling behind.
Resigned you shift to stride point and use the foxes springy steps to propel you forward and catch up. Unfortunately for you he chose that exact moment to stop causing you to crash into him. You feel him steady you by a firm grip on your shoulders and become aware of three things.
The first is that you bumped face first into his front, he no doubt paused mid turn. Second is that you are technically eye level with a certain part of his anatomy that might not be a good thing. And third, he smelt so damned good. It was vaguely sweet smelling, like someone was making fresh caramel.
“Ah, my apologies. I tend to forget most people can't keep up easily.” He started.
“Noworriesimusedtoitwhydoyousmellsogood.” You let out in an embarrassed rush as you step back.
He just stares at you, head tilted and look a bit distant. He suddenly steps back and you can see a hint of pink above the scarf. You can tell by the subtle shifting of the scarf that he's trying to say something but can't get it out. Fuck, you might have messed up.
“I'm sorry.” You squeak out hastily, going to bow like Inuarashi told you was polite. “I didn't mean to offend. I just have above average senses is all.” That seems to pull him out of his loop.
“You're a Zoan user?” He asks, thankful for the change of topic.
“Ah yes. I was taken young by pirates and one of the crew thought I'd be cuter as a fox girl and gave me a fruit.” You half explain, leaving out the whole pet part that pissed your mink family off so much. They never truly explained but looking back with adult eyes it was definitely suspicious that they called a five year old pet. (Despite what some assumed it never got to THAT point buuuut, you couldn't honestly say it never would've.)
His eyes narrowed as if he knew you were leaving something out. If he pushed you'd explain but you'd rather not remember that part of your life. It wasn't anything worth remembering.
“The fun thing about awakening a Zoan fruit is it comes with a boost of extra. So I've got heightened senses which helps with picking apart recipes but can be problematic around people since I can pick up on things they'd rather I not.” You finish. “I really didn't mean to blurt that out, truly, it just surprised me a little.”
“It's not a big deal. You aren't the first Zoan to notice though your excitement was unusual. I ate the Mochi fruit and am technically a mochi man so it's not surprising.” He added. “Any other surprises I need to know?”
“I can technically use Haki but prefer not to fight and the awakening leaves me with odd instincts so I'll apologize in advance for any insult that might come from it.” You warn even as you try to be vague. The Haki comment earned you an interesting look. “You can't grow up in the new world without a little Haki and the minks didn't want me to leave unprepared.”
“So you're technically from the same place as Pekoms?” He asks, steps a little slower and shorter though you can tell it's taking effort.
“Wait!!! Pekoms is here!?!?” You exclaim excitedly, practically hugging his leg.
“Yes?” He seemed rather confused. “He works for Big Mom.”
“Why that cat, he could've given me a ride over.” You start pouting. “First he tells me about this place then leaves me to barter my way over.” Katakuri just gave you a mildly confused look but made no comment as he continued to lead you to the kitchen.
There he introduced you to the head chef Streusen and quickly left. The kitchens were large and the sheer number of new and exotic ingredients had you excited. A quick test was given that you passed and your new career as a Big Mom chef started.
It'd be several weeks before you saw Pekoms and gave them a stern talking to. Much to the confusion of several witnesses. It'd be even longer before you saw Katakuri for more than a few passing seconds.
Chapter 2: Transfer
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“Life sure is busy in the main kitchens.” You laugh as you finally get a chance to just sit down with your old friend. Pekoms seemed rather worried about you.
“Momma does like her sweets.” They comment. “I can't believe you actually came here.”
“I know. It took forever, no ship was really wanting to come here. I was so lucky I met the Conser family merchants.” You smile fondly, remembering the kids' excitement.
“Ah so that's who they brought over. I was watching one of their kids for hours the other day after it snuck off.” The mink grumbled. “Cute kid but it wanted soooooo many stories.”
“Kikiki, definitely Sumi then. She was obsessed with Zou and the idea of living on a giant elephant.” You answer. “How did they settle in? I haven't seen them since we landed.”
“Ok. They live over on Komugi island now. The mom stays there with the youngest kids while dad, gramps and the oldest kids joined the trader fleet.” She informs you. “Bunch of adorable little trouble makers, keep harassing people for any tale they'll share.”
“Probably a good thing I'll be transferring over there soon. My internship is up and Streusen thinks I'll be able to handle the kitchen there.” You smile happily, showing off canine fangs. You ignore the people around you as they flinch back and start muttering.
“I'd say you need to learn to gentle that smile.” Pekoms whispers conspiratorially. “but I'm hardly in any position to talk.”
You both laugh open jawed and with zero shame. Like the few months before you catch a glimpse of Katakuri out of the corner of your eye. You swing your head around to give him your typical smile n wave greeting. Like all the times before he freezes up for a few seconds before waving back and continuing on.
“Brulee wasn't lying. You really have taken a liking to him.” Pekoms comments, something not quite protective but close, in his eyes.
“He's just so, I don't know.” You admit. “Something about him just makes my inner animal sit up and take notice.”
Pekoms gives you a look. It's not quite judgmental. Of anyone here he has the best chance at understanding you.
“It's not a bad thing I think. I just want to sorta bite and claim.” You squeak out. Gods above and below, it was embarrassing but you needed the input. Nothing previously had prepared you for the sheer amount of “mine” that you felt Every Time he walked by.
“Awwwwwee, baby is finally growing up.” He cooed in response. “At least you latched onto the best option here. Katakuri is a little reserved but very understanding when it comes to Big Mom's menagerie.”
“That's reassuring but like..” you freeze, seriously it's embarrassing, “..how do I even handle it. It just springs up out of nowhere and it takes forever to wrangle down.”
The traitor just laughs and pats your shoulder. It kinda helps but advice would be better. Maybe.
“You said you'd be transferring over there soon, right.” That calculating look was back. “Katakuri is technically the boss of that island and spends most of his time there. You'll be seeing a lot more of him”
All you can do is groan and smack your head on the table. Life was about to get a lot more complicated. Maybe the extra exposure will help you build an immunity. Pekoms just continues laughing when you ask.
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The transfer goes smoothly. Your new post is definitely easier than the one on whole cake island. The chefs here were far more laid back. The ever present worry of Big Mom going on a craving spree was nothing but a distant fear.
At first it was fun. Learning new recipes and talking with your new coworkers. Head chef Randolph seemed pretty nice on the surface. However, like most of the citizens, they tended to treat Katakuri like a minor god.
Some days you were tempted to agree with them. Watching the way he dealt with intruders or problematic merchants was amazing. The tales Sumi's brothers told of him coming out to rescue them were almost scary. Almost, because the idea of a good protector and great with kids didn't help the instinct thing at all.
Other days your new found protectiveness had you wanting to strangle people. The crazy exaggerations drove you up the wall. Never rests, never fails, sleeps standing up. Does the man not rest? Will the constant need to be alert and productive drive him crazy? Is his spine ok, standing that long couldn't be good for him?
On and off for two years at this post you'd flop between the two. Various tag alongs on outings and near permanent snack delivery for his meriendas allowed you some leeway on looking after him. Even if it's only to protect his privacy from nosy cooks who can't respect boundaries. Still, all the rumors concerned you. It couldn't possibly be healthy trying to meet all these expectations.
You voice your concerns to Pekoms one day over tea. For the sake of your sanity and training Pekoms decided you should meet up once a week for a good old fashioned complaining fest. They give you an odd look before laughing at your plight. Like a traitor. Again.
“You really are worried about him aren't you?” They ask after a few minutes.
“I mean, that's a lot of pressure for a single person to carry.” You mutter, trying to defend yourself. “The man needs a break. Even his younger siblings are spreading this around.”
Pekoms, the traitor, doesn't mention who is walking behind your spot. They just get that now familiar planning look in their eyes.
“It can't be that bad.” They say, watching the person behind you. “Katakuri has been at this for a while. If he was gonna snap it'd have been ages ago.”
“I know, but a person can't have this many expectations thrown upon them and be expected to bear it all with no break.” You whine. “If it was just the civilians, fine. But the cooks and siblings and everyone else is a bit much.”
“That is fair I suppose. Getting a little protective?” They ask. You just put your head down on the table.
“I just want to bite. Why?” You lament to the table. “If I'm not wanting to nibble then I'm five seconds from throwing hands with the kitchen staff.” You look up to glare at your reflection.
“I swear if I hear another form of he doesn't sleep or let his guard down I'm not responsible for my actions.” You start ranting. You don't notice the man in question sliding up behind you. Notice his reflection settling in to lean up against one of the nook's pillars. It takes everything in Pekoms not to react.
“He just needs some cuddles.” You say, settling down after venting. “Sumi and Koko absolutely adore him. And he's great with the kids and I'm five seconds from feral everytime I see him.”
“Oh really now.” He decides to interrupt. Voice as neutral as ever.
Ah shit. You guys chose this spot because no one comes here. How long has he been there? You can feel your face heating up and turning red.
“Ah, I'm sorry. I'll just go check in with Rudolph.” You squeak out only to have the traitor grab your arm.
“C'mon now Momo. We both know you're off today, stay a little longer.” He tugs you to sit back down. Resigned you reclaim your seat between your old friend and your boss.
You listen to them discuss business as normal. That sweet salted caramel scent is stronger than before. And so fucking close. You try your best to ignore it. It's right there, calling but so far out of reach.
“Pekoms, do you have your crew together to go retrieve the goods from our allies?” He asks, eyes quickly glancing towards the plates then back to Pekoms. A quick glance at the time has you smiling.
Without thinking you fill up a cup with tea and slide a plate of sweets in his direction. You smile instantly the moment he reaches for them. Doughnuts may be his favorite but that doesn't stop the treats from vanishing beneath his scarf. Who needs thanks when you get those happy and content hums.
“All packed up and ready to leave tomorrow. Just wanted to give her a heads up.” He answers and motions to pass the tea. The tea that is definitely within reach. Curious, he complies.
One moment you're sitting there minding your business basking in the aura of your favorite Charlotte sibling. Your instincts happily quiet after he accepted the offer. The next thing you know there is something so delicious smelling passing in front of you. The urge to bite surges up out of nowhere and you comply.
No thought, just bite. It was soooo satisfying. The gentle yield of something soft and sweet. You freeze, not quite biting through and everything goes still for a few heartbeats. Then you register Pekoms calling your name and you look up, your reflection showing exactly what you just bit. Or rather who. Fuck.
You let go and scramble back, frantically apologizing as you flee. You know there are tears. No point in hiding them. You definitely made a mistake just now.
“What just happened?” Katakuri asks, looking at where you had been nibbling on his arm. “Was she purring just now?”
“Mythical Zoan fruits come with interesting instincts as you well know, Awakened ones are worse.” Pekoms starts to explain. “I've known for awhile hers latched onto you for some reason. Didn't think it'd slip through like that though.”
“Why did you test her like that?” Curiosity wins out over his need to follow.
“To show her it's ok to slip up a little here. She's used to having a village to rely on and hasn't tried to reach out. Figured it might help.” They explain before leaving. “Besides, you're the calmest one here. Better to slip now in safety than during the upcoming celebration.”
“Mythical?” He asks the fleeing mink.
“She doesn't know it yet, but she has the Nogitsune model fruit. Granted it's hard to tell unless she goes full out.” They call back before vanishing.
Chapter 3: Consequences
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You really do feel bad about it but you avoid him for the next few weeks. Relying on your heightened senses and his strict schedule to keep it that way. No matter how hard you try, you can't forget the taste. You just know you'll slip up again. It's a good thing that traitor wasn't here to push you out more.
As it stands you spend a good 75% of your time in the kitchen making all sorts of things. Your collection of recipes has grown quite a bit over the almost three years you've been here. Most of the incoming chefs and civilians are more than happy to share food and tales from home. The merchants you traveled with were more than happy to adopt you into their numbers and bring back family recipes written on note cards and scrap paper.
The rest of your time was spent in full fox mode skulking around the island or playing with the kids. The occasional glimpses of your boss earned him the same smile and wave greeting though less lingering. The kids are always a good excuse to run along or turn your attention away.
So caught up in your embarrassment and perceived failure you didn't notice the lingering looks or questioning glances sent your way. Too caught up in your avoidance to notice that the only way he'd find you is if he was actively looking for you. Too embarrassed to even think he might want to find you.
That was until your newest coworker ran his stupid mouth and you decided a little bit of embarrassment was worth guarding your, still, despite everything, favorite Charlotte. After all, it's not his fault you're a bit odd.
“C'mon, you guys have got to be wondering what's under that scarf.” The annoying blue haired minion, Zev, asks for the twelfth time that morning. The senior cooks shot him warning looks but remained quiet.
“Most of us do. But it's not worth the wrath of his siblings to find out.” One of your more reasonable coworkers, Davey, cautions.
“C'mon guys. You haven't ever snuck back just to see?” He asks in a conspirator's whisper.
“No. Because unlike some people we can actually mind our manners.” Your other favorite, Chef Gess, adds in. “Momo, since these folks can't be trusted you get to escort them around.”
“What did I do to get babysitting duties?” You say in mock offense. Normally you'd prefer to stay in the kitchen but any chance to help your favorite was hard to pass up.
“You're responsible and have a protective streak a mile wide where the boss is concerned.” Head Chef Rudolph answers. “I'd rather they not be the reason the boss has to leave us short staffed.”
“Because of a transfer right?” Zev asks, slightly panicked. “Right?”
“Who knows.” Rudolph shrugs, “we don't see many of our counterparts on the other islands.”
“Sure let me finish this up.” You call out from where you were testing one of the new recipes you received. A sort of spicy chocolate custard from a tropical island in the South Blue.
“Ooh, something new again.” The others start moving closer, Zev getting drug along behind them.
“Yes. Sumi's gramps got back yesterday.” You tell them as the pan is removed from the heat and some of the contents put into cups. “He traded a few stories I told them ages ago for some of the residents' family recipes.”
“Which island this time?” Rudolph asks, eyeing the assortment of spices around you.
“One of the tropical islands bordering the calm belt in South Blue. It's a thicker version of the spiced hot chocolate from yesterday.” You explain as you pass a few cups around. “Should make a nice filling once the rest cools. But tastes just as good hot.”
You watch as they each take a drink. The ones who worked yesterday were a bit more cautious. Spiced in this case meant spicy. Though you were kind enough to tone down the amount of chili used, after Rudolph's reaction yesterday.
“Having a bit of mercy on us today.” He said after setting the now empty cup down.
“You know how I work.” You laugh, eyeing Zev who looked five seconds from crying. “Make it according to the recipe first then tweak it to taste. Yesterday was definitely spicier so I lessened the amount used.”
“Appreciated. Though Streusen did like the original batch when he came by later. Thinks it'd do well if applied lightly to blander cakes.” Chef Gess informed you.
“He really liked it?” You were crazy excited. Chef Streusen was willing to humor your dream as long as it stayed a side project and didn't waste resources. The fact that you managed to find something he approved of means you can continue pursuing it from here.
“Yes. Took the whole pot with him when he left.” Gess laughed. “Gave me a new one too. Told him it was one of the recipes your pseudo family brought back for you.”
You could feel a stupid smile taking over your face. The chefs here were finicky bastards who generally refused to dish out praise. The fact that you stayed employed was proof enough of your skills. For Streusen to actually steal another kitchen's cookware and ask after the source was high praise here.
The higher ranking ones just laughed at your giddy look. They all know how hard it was to get approval here, to get any sort of acknowledgement outside of continued employment. So they were content to let you bask in this bit of positive feedback.
“Thank you for letting me know Chef Gess. I'll continue to try my hardest to make even better things.” You chirp out as you move the custard to the fridge to chill.
“Put that in the freezer if you can. Katakuri is rather fond of spicy things, though he rarely eats them.” Rudolph ordered, smiling. “It should cool quickly enough for the afternoon merienda. A nice surprise filling to change things up.”
The sudden rush of red on your cheeks was definitely noticeable if the way Gess starts laughing is anything to go by. Rudolph quickly joins in once he notices.
“Can you make a batch of glazing chocolate with a similar flavor profile for the plain cake doughnuts?” Davey asks.
“No problem.” You answer and the kitchen sets about preparing for afternoon tea. You can feel your heart racing at the idea of preparing food for your favorite.
Before too long has passed everything is ready. You stare at the feast before you of several types of doughnuts with other pastries mixed in. The tea has been steeped all you were waiting on were the two helpers Davey and Zev.
Chapter 4: Battle
Notes:
Mild violence with mentions of blood and some burns. Nothing crazy detailed cause I still can't write fight scenes well.
Intruder has an original devil fruit called the Acid-Acid fruit that just makes their blood acidic and it burns to touch. Reader has a bad habit of relying on teeth in a fight so it's not a good mix.
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"Zev is running late, said he had something to take care of.” Davey informed you. Exasperated, you grab half the food, Davey takes the other half and another cook you rarely speak with, Laurel, grabs the tea. The three of you make your way to Katakuri's rooms. None of you notice the person tailing you at first.
“I've never noticed how large this place is.” You complain lightly. Stride point coming in handy as you bounce down the halls, food balanced on your head. The two others a few paces behind you.
“How do you even know where to go?” Davey whines between heaving breaths.
“Gods above this is sooooo far. Why did Brulee have to leave now?” Laurel complains.
“I'm a Zoan type with extra senses. It's not hard to find him when I try.” You mutter, slightly embarrassed.
“Or avoid him if you want.” Davey adds on knowingly. “Everyone knows he's your favorite of the siblings.”
Ok so the kitchen staff definitely noticed your avoidance. And going by Davey's look, they were judging you for it. You, however, refused to explain your slip up to them.
“We're here.” You confidentiality exclaim. With all hands occupied you knock on the door with a few forceful slaps of your tail. The others give you an odd look, unused to seeing it out and obvious. It takes a few minutes for him to answer. When he does you almost swoon.
Bless every delay that led to you arriving here. Your favorite Charlotte must have been busy last night and exhausted if he was willing to answer with nothing but a few towels on. He definitely just finished a shower or was in the middle of one as you could still see the water dripping down his chest. As well as the bruises, a few scratches and some watery blood.
It takes the three of you a few seconds to reboot. Later you can tell Rudolph and Gess and make sure to check with the medics for restrictions. For now, give the boi his rewards.
“Sorry for the delay Katakuri-sama.” You apologize as you glance away, no doubt as red as Laurel. “We brought your usual favorites as well as a few new kinds.”
He inclines his head in acknowledgement and takes a few steps back. The three of you slip in and start setting everything up. It doesn't escape your notice that he stays close to the door. Or that he seems to have a death grip on the towels. You motion to the other two who nod in agreement. Your favorite was tense best to leave quickly so he could relax again.
“Sorry for the interruption. We'll be going now.” The three of you echo in unison. All three of you slip back out, you last in line. Just as you clear the threshold you feel something tug on your uniform.
“Could you by chance fetch a medic.” You hear him rumble, his voice sounding scratchy. “Without Brulee and her mirrors they tend to get lost. Your group seemed to have found your way easily enough.”
“Ah, heightened senses remember.” You explain, concern no doubt evident. “I'll be happy to fetch one. Anyone in particular? Or just whoever is available?”
“Goshin if you can, or anyone you trust to keep secrets.” Is his answer before the door closes.
You easily catch up to the other two and explain your new task. Laurel happily gives directions to the hospital and you take off. It's quick work to sprint across the town and reach the medics. Thankfully Goshin, a small older man, was in. Though he couldn't run quite as fast he was light enough to carry and more than willing to be.
Doctor found and secured, you sprint back to the main building. A few of the Charlotte siblings give you odd looks but no one stops you. A few of the older ones seem to just smile and laugh. They also seemed a little roughed up.
“Was there a fight last night?” You ask, slowing to a more determined walk once inside.
“A bit of a scuffle out in the bay. Katakuri is well known and more then a few upstarts showed up looking to make a name for themselves.” The doctor answers. “The fact that the four eldest kids had to get involved is a bit concerning but there were quite a lot of them.”
Settled but still worried you picked up the pace. In no time at all you make your way back. As you reach the door the two of you can hear the muffled sounds of fighting and a very pitchy scream. Without a thought you set the doctor down, go full fox mode and charge in.
There was black smoke everywhere and three strong scents present. The standard salty sweet of your favorite, the bitter jealousy and fear you associated with Zev now with blood and the acidic tang of the intruder. It's a matter of seconds to coat your fangs in Haki and bite the source of the smoke.
Something like acid washes across the roof of your mouth and you adjust the focus of the armament Haki to accommodate. There is smoke in your eyes and lungs and everything burns but you hold tight. The garbled complaints and threats let you know you almost hit something important. You feel something burn on your ankle before the intruder is ripped out of your teeth and you go flying.
You thank every God above and below Nekomamushi had you practice your landings. Months spent getting hurled across various terrains allowing you to land on your feet and spring back. You aim low, coating a smaller version of your fox form in full Armament and sink teeth into what you assume is his thigh. You're rewarded with a loud scream and a mouth full of acidic blood.
“Better call off your pet Katakuri before it burns itself to death.” The intruder hisses out. “I ate the Acid Acid fruit so I'm an acid man. Wounds from my blood burn for days afterwards. The skin often blistered and burnt, I can only imagine how its mouth or throat would do, with such tender skin.”
You hear your favorite mutter something. No doubt his future sight was useless with all this smoke around. The Smokey scent said it was more a heat plus wood fire rather than a chemical one, easy to put out. You give up on attacking the intruder and focus on the fire. Thankfully it's just one.
The bathroom is easy enough to find. Zev was an unintentional discovery and you don't hesitate to put him to work. You lament the waste of tea but these teapots are the largest vessels you have for water that wouldn't waste anymore food. The kitchen will mourn the fallen appropriately later.
Using your nose you locate the strongest source of the burning smell and feeling your way around the fight. It takes far too long to douse the flames. The amount of paperwork lost would be problematic if you didn't already know they were only copies. The smoke slowly clears and you switch back to armored fox mode and dive back in. Biting and scratching at any part you could reach.
Now that people could actually see the fight turns in your favor. Zev cautiously makes his way around the edges opening windows to clear the smoke. You try to keep the intruder herded towards the center, away from your coworkers and the exits. Katakuri for his part is holding up, but you can tell he's exhausted and heavily wounded. With no way to avoid the smoke, breathing has to be difficult.
You hear his breathing stutter a few seconds before he missteps. You watch him fall through watery eyes, as the intruder tries to take advantage. Protective instincts surging you lunge and bite down as hard as you can on his throat. There is a satisfying crunch and the sound of wheezing. A fresh flood of burning something hits the back of your throat and you are forced to let go.
The intruder falls, gasping for breath as your favorite’s siblings, Oven and Perospero burst through the windows. Big Mom herself kicks down the door, Zeus and Prometheus not far behind. You pay them no mind as you half limp over to where your favorite landed. Thankfully sitting upright and aware but wheezing heavily. You half flop across his leg and barely remember to switch back before everything goes black.
Chapter 5: After Math
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You wake up in the hospital lungs and throat burning and want to scream. All that comes out is a raspy squeak and you panic. Instinctually you try to shift forms but can't, tears sting your eyes as you start hyperventilating.
Something warm and heavy flops onto your head and starts stroking your ears. A soothing sushing noise and humming follow after and you start to settle. After a few seconds of sniffling you make out that unmistakable sweet scent, though mixed with heavy smoke and you relax.
“She's awake now I take it.” Goshin calls from the doorway. You don't pay him any mind. Too happy to be sprawled across your favorite's lap with him scratching at your scalp. If you felt like moving you'd probably try to nibble at some part of him. As it was you couldn't be bothered to do more than lay here bonelessly and occasionally wag your tail.
You squeak out a weak Garchu and rub your cheek against his leg and drift a bit. Half paying attention to the doctor's words about acid burns on your throat that should've been way worse and the dangers of smoke inhalation.
You let out a weak growl when you hear him start to lecture your favorite about hiding wounds and needing to relax more. It's not that you didn't agree, it's that you didn't like the way he flinched at the words.
Time passes like a dream for a while. Memories hazy as you drift in and out of sleep. Sometimes the two of you are alone and sometimes you make out the sounds of sibling teasing and good natured ribbing.
You aren't always in his lap when you're awake, but he is close by. Enough that when you start to panic it only takes a few seconds before the comforting warmth and smell is back. At some point you give up on trying to be a normal human and just start nuzzling and nibbling on whichever part is in reach. Occasionally mustering up the energy to whine when you're pulled away. You make a note to be embarrassed later but can't be bothered right now.
The first few attempts earn you a shocked inhale. The repeated tries get you shifted about until the urge passes. By the twelfth or so try it's a fond sigh as you're given an arm to nip at. One hand usually in your hair petting at your ears. You only vaguely remember getting full on removed once after a nibble earned an interesting reaction that you wanted again but couldn't fully remember how you got it.
By the time you're fully conscious almost two weeks have passed. Your voice was still a little rough but it didn't hurt to talk or move around. Katakuri had stopped staying beside you a few days before and you weren't sure if you appreciated it or missed it. Ok, that's a lie, you definitely missed it, the nice pets, cozy cuddles and the singing. Gods did you miss the singing.
Your last two days were spent in the room alone. Several people stopped by to check on you. Most were from the kitchen though a few of his siblings stopped by. The oldest ones seem to be looking for something, they must have found as they gave you a look of approval before leaving. The younger ones were a mixed group. Some seemed to approve while others were trying their best to turn you away.
You had to admit, young though they were, they knew how to target the soft spots. Prying up every insecurity you have and throwing it into the open. Brulee and Oven thankfully put a stop to it on the last day but it was a little late. Every fear you had they set up on ruthlessly. You didn't react, you're proud of that, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
Katakuri was still your favorite. Until he told you himself to stay away or stop you'd keep defending him. Or trying your best too. This last fight just showed how out of practice you were. You didn't need him to like you back, he was still and always will be your favorite.
Once the doctor clears you to leave you jump right back into the kitchen. Rudolph and Gess keep a close eye on you for a bit longer. Regulated to the easier tasks in the kitchen, usually reserved for new comers and as punishment, you pass time and plan.
You notice Katakuri around more. His behavior had changed a little since that fight and the hospital stay. He's been popping up more often. Before catching him two or three times a week was good. Now it seems to be at least once a day. More if you went by scent.
The moment Pekoms gets back you beg him to start sparring with you. He refused at first until he heard what happened. Then training started at full gear. Both of you take note of the siblings hanging around but choose to ignore it. Why will be revealed when Big Mom deems it necessary, until then all that matters is that they don't stop it.
Though you worry about Katakuri sometimes. The days you can feel him around and not see him are the worst. You can feel his mood shift about like the grand line weather. One second he's mildly amused by something and the next something sour spikes up.
Maybe you were a little too much at the hospital. Pekoms already told you a little about how you were acting. It lined up enough with your vague sensory memories. Though he refused to explain why you kept craving something sweet. Maybe Katakuri would explain.
You make a mental note to ask him as he suddenly stalks away from the training area. The buried shame surfaces from nowhere. You might need to apologize. Once Pekoms calls it quits you leave to find him.
Chapter 6: Katakuri POV
Summary:
Here comes the Angst.... And several misunderstandings. This man has TRAUMA and trust issues. And a possessive streak a mile wide but so doesn't the reader
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He would never admit it, not even under threat of death, how much he was enjoying this stay in the hospital. The peace gave him time to think and reflect on that day. He came to a lot of conclusions. Most of which he'd never admit to.
The first and biggest thing was how long he'd been watching you. Since the first day when you bumped into him. When you squeaked out the cutest apology and question and he got a glimpse of something that's haunted him. Since then he couldn't resist occasionally using his Haki to snag glimpses of a future where he actually asked you certain questions. Like what exactly you meant by smelling sweet, or possibly tasting sweet. (That overheard conversation between you and Pekoms gave him such ideas. Bad ideas. Of course it pans that he'd get to experience it now. In a way.)
He'd never admit how much it meant that you not only fetched the proper medic but attempted to help him in the fight. (And he did need the help, he was fully aware of that.) How much it meant that you chose to come to him after everything was done. That you only passed out after you knew it was on top of him.
He'd never say out loud how it feels to know that you only settle when he's close. The feeling when you do that odd chitter purr thing when he's holding and petting you. (Him, only him. You hissed at everyone else. Even Pekoms) How it feels knowing you'd bite and cling in your sleep when he tried to leave. How good it was to be wanted/needed without the expectation of perfection.
It was easy to get used to the feeling of you sleeping on him. Easy to adjust to the feeling of sharp teeth tugging at skin. Never enough to truly hurt, just a pleasant sting. Got used to the way you clung and bit and mouthed at everything in reach. Used to the way you'd nuzzle into his hip and occasionally mutter “Garchu” in your sleep before biting. (He should be ashamed of how much he enjoyed THAT little habit. The frantic shuffle each time almost woke you up.)
The easiest thing by far to get used to was leaving the scarf off while he was staying. Goshin went into a long lecture about the dangers of smoke inhalation and that it needed to stay off. The first few days were odd but it became easier. The only visitors in the beginning were people who already knew. He has nothing to hide. (And if the glimpse of fox fangs before each bite helped, only Brulee needed to know.)
He enjoyed the trust you showed each time he was able to move you without protest. Enjoyed the way you cuddled close and held tight. Enjoyed letting you lay sprawled across his chest, so close to his greatest secret but trusting you not to freak out. To judge. Something that stopped after the third time when you bit rather hard on his throat. (He should feel so ashamed and guilty for that reaction. It felt so fucking good.) Oven and Perospero will never let him live it down.
Yes, Katakuri was rather enjoying this stay at the hospital. He had a million things he should feel guilty or ashamed about that he couldn't be bothered to. The close comfort, easy undeserved trust and knowledge that you cared, were actually worried and willing to help him, shove it down. Why feel shame for rewarding you. You fought hard to protect him and wanted him close. It was a good reward. (Lies. He just wanted to be close.)
He wishes you hadn't been hurt. Wishes that he'd noticed before and prevented it. Wishes that you'd heal faster and wake up. (More lies. He wanted to keep this and is too much of a coward to try while you're awake.)
Instead he holds you close while he can and hides behind the hazy fuzzy dream like memories associated with head trauma. Hopefully you won't remember too much about it. Not the singing or cuddling or his maskless state. (The look you gave him after The Bite was priceless. That panic shuffle definitely woke you up and the sleepy ‘’we match' will haunt him.) He hopes you remember so it'll happen again.
Of course on his last day there Brulee brings in the newly returned Pekoms who witnesses a rather embarrassing nibble session. Notices his blush creeping over the scarf and comments. And of course his sister tells him everything.
Pekoms casually explains the instinct thing again. And rather unhelpfully mentions that it'd probably happen while awake if he asks you. (He refuses to ask. There might be too much pressure.) He hopes you'll ask instead.
His last night there he decides to be reckless. To hold and feel one more time. He holds you close, scarf gone and is slightly more prepared for the inevitable biting. You're extra clingy tonight. Extra toothy. He savors the feeling while he can. The guilt can come later. After he's indulged and can hold onto the memory. Everyone eventually leaves. He'll take what he can. (There's a reason he's still alone after all.)
He does eventually put the scarf back. He's not sure how much more he can take. It's too tempting, the want too high. The memories could still be hazy, all he'd have to do is wake you up. He'd have to ask though. Put everything into words, the want/need/crave feeling he has. The mineminemine running on repeat at Max volume in his head. The pride at the thought of she chose ME, not them, I'M the favorite. He's too much a coward for that. To voice his wants out loud. (Is it cowardice if the fear is sound?)
Asking is the hard part, and he must ask. He's not a monster. (Not that kind at least.) But he is a coward. So he'll hide behind his scarf and the fuzzy memories caused by head trauma. If he watches you a little more closely. Requests your help more often or just makes sure to be seen in your area more, it's no one's business but his. And maybe Brulee because she's giving him that look.
He lurks around the room a little each day after he leaves. He watches with interest as each of his siblings come to visit. He expects what his older siblings decide to do. Their approval is appreciated. He doesn't expect his younger siblings to do what they did.
He knows they are trying to be protective, to test her resolve but it hurts. Oh how it hurts, the way they throw around accusations and rumors. Prodding at your insecurities and revealing your worst fears. Your ferocious defense and swift retribution on his part awoke a feeling long buried. (It hurt, but in a good way)
He wishes Goshin didn't get Mom involved when you aggravated a wound fighting with them. There was a very long talk involving most of the older siblings. Certain things had to be acknowledged and he hated it. He needed time. Time to plan and prepare and decide if it was worth it. To decide if he could handle the worst case scenario. He wanted to take his time. To protect you from the pressure and spotlight. (He was too late for that. He did something selfish and you paid the price.) Ah, there was the shame. And guilt. A little late but still inevitable.
The talk didn't stop him from shadowing you during his spare time. He approved of Rudolph and Guess' caution. He was less enthusiastic about your training with Pekoms. (He wanted you to ask him. To rely on him. To choose him again.)
His siblings however approved and had a good point. Pekoms would be better suited to teaching you how to fight in the half and half state rather than relying on fangs and claws. It didn't stop the jealousy that sprouted up every time the two of you sparred. The necessary closeness and trust involved stung. He wanted it to be him. (Choose me. Ask me. I'm the favorite. Right?)
It burns so badly he always leaves. You were improving so much. Getting better and stronger. It was amazing. It shouldn't be necessary. He should be better. Do better. Everyone was counting on him being invincible. (Yet you didn't expect him to.)
The jealousy was new. As was the possessiveness. And the sheer want every time he saw you. It was getting to be too much. He was so close to slipping up. He couldn't afford to. So he runs. (Like the coward he is.)
He doesn't expect you to follow. Especially into his room. To ask what happened. To blame yourself for his cowardice. To apologize for his inability to behave normally. Even now he couldn't, you were upset about something and all he could focus on was that you willingly came into his space.
You hadn't been here since the first biting incident. Then you finally came back and there was a fight. Now it's a painful conversation. This room doesn't bring you joy yet he's happy you're here. (He was trying to do better. Yet here you were, crying and he's just happy you're close again.)
“If you would just let me know what I did to upset you I'll apologize.” You try to explain. How could you think he was upset with you?
“There is nothing to talk about. Nothing happened.” He states. Nothing happened. (But he wanted it to. Still does.)
“I wouldn't call clinging to you like a barnacle nothing. I know some of my habits can be a little much. I'm sorry if I crossed a line.” You continue unswayed. You did nothing wrong. It was him. He was the issue. (He always was.) Why couldn't you see it?
“If you let me know exactly what it was I'll try not to do it again.” You continue, face buried in your hands. You weren't looking at him. You always look at him when you know he's there. And you usually know, even without observation active.
“Was it the clinging or the purring? I know some people dislike it and find it odd.” You start rambling about how off putting people have found it to be. No. No.no.no. He likes both of them. Misses it so badly it hurts.
“It's not that. Why are you so sure you did something wrong?” he needed to know so he could fix it. Clearly he missed something if you're this distressed.
“You've been acting differently. Everyone has been acting differently. Your siblings have started watching me closer. Before it was rare to even see anyone but you and now it feels like there's a Charlotte on every corner.” You whisper. “It feels like I'm being studied and found lacking in some cases.” He remembers those talks. The attempts to push you away. The fierce defense and fights because of it.
“The fight left everyone a bit on edge. Most of them didn't know you could fight. Let alone use Haki of any kind.” That was easy to explain. It wasn't all of it though. It seems to help as you relax a little. Only to see you stiffen back up, eyes slightly panicked.
“I didn't start biting on you did I?” You ask in a terrified whisper. “Please tell me I didn't. Gods above no wonder you keep slinking off when I try to move closer. Trying to avoid becoming a chew toy.” You move away from him, clearly ashamed and it hurts.
He doesn't remember running away each time you approached. He only ran when he saw himself slipping. He replays the last few encounters and oh shit. (He messed up. He messed up badly.) So caught up in his internal panic he almost misses your next sentence.
“I'm so so so so sorry. I promise I won't do it again. I honestly didn't mean to slip up so badly.” you start full on panicking. “I know the biting is a weird habit along with the rubbing and the cuddling but it's hard to shake but I'll try.” No. He doesn't want you to stop. He wants you to continue, to choose him, to ask. (Just choose him, only him.)
He watches almost helplessly as you panic over the misunderstanding. As you turn to run. He knows that if he lets you he'll never see you again. Because you wouldn't want it and he won't push. He has to make a decision. To ask, use his words and voice his wants. Would you listen?(No one else did, not fully)
He decides. Oh so carefully he grabs you and pulls you against him. Face tucked close to his chest as he slides to the ground and curls around you. Time to be an adult and ask. (Time to stop being a coward.)
Chapter 7: The Talk
Summary:
Angst but Reader POV, vague kinda allusions to smut, like ink and you miss it. Katakuri has definitely gotta be touch starved at this point
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You hated this conversation. It was so necessary but so painful. Something you did while out of it on pain meds caused your favorite to be upset with you. You tried to ignore it and give him space hoping it'd pass. It didn't. If anything it got worse.
Before, if you greeted him he'd pause a few seconds and move on. Approaching and following behind him on errands was a rare treat with him often running errands on the other islands. Acknowledged solely by the slowing of his steps and occasional chat. Now he was around more often but any attempts to follow were stopped by his fleeing. It stung. Clearly something had changed.
So being an adult you decided a talk was in order. You only wanted to help your favorite. Something that can't be done if your presence makes him tense. Regardless of the answer, you'd try to do better. Though some habits were harder to break than others.
You need to get to the bottom of it. You know something happened and you can't fix it until you know what it was. You hoped it wasn't that, but wasn't sure.
“If you would just let me know what I did to upset you I'll apologize.” You try to explain. If he'd just tell you, you could try.
“There is nothing to talk about. Nothing happened.” He states. The red creeping over his scarf says otherwise. As does the way he shifts away when you reach out.
“I wouldn't call clinging to you like a barnacle nothing. I know some of my habits can be a little much. I'm sorry if I crossed a line.” You continue unswayed. It wouldn't be the first time a potential partner or friend took issue to something you did. It wasn't new but it still hurt.
“If you let me know exactly what it was I'll try not to do it again.” You continue, face buried in your hands. You weren't looking at him. You couldn't bear to see the judgment or disgust that might be there. Grateful that no one but Brulee really came here uninvited.
“Was it the clinging or the purring? I know some people dislike it and find it odd.” You start rambling about how off putting people have found it to be. It's usually involuntary, a sign of contentment and trust but like most habits you've learnt to control it. It'll be hard but doable. You clock the subtle flinch and it stings.
“It's not that. Why are you so sure you did something wrong?” You needed to know so you could fix it. Clearly you did something if he's this distressed over a talk. Though it's been almost a month since the last one. You missed it.
“You've been acting differently. Everyone has been acting differently. Your siblings have started watching me closer. Before it was rare to even see anyone but you and now it feels like there's a Charlotte on every corner.” You whisper. “It feels like I'm being studied and found lacking in some cases.” The memory of the last two days in the hospital still stung.
The way the older ones didn't say anything just watched you as guest after guest attempted to slander your favorite and get a face full of Haki coated claws. The way Big Mom and Perospero had to break up the fight with the younger siblings. Maybe he didn't like that you tried to help him? He looked relieved in the fight but family is different. (It's not, they were being cruel and you wouldn't stand for it.)
“The fight left everyone a bit on edge. Most of them didn't know you could fight. Let alone use Haki of any kind.” That was fair but it wasn't all of it though.
“I didn't start biting on you did I?” You ask in a terrified whisper. Pekoms did mention you were a little instinct driven for a few days. The sense memory of soothing pets and a deep singing voice. And the constant craving for something sweet.
“Please tell me I didn't. Gods above no wonder you keep slinking off when I try to move closer. Trying to avoid becoming a chew toy.” You move away from him, clearly ashamed and it hurts. You want to reach out and cling and bite. But that's what got you here to begin with.
“I'm so so so so sorry. I promise I won't do it again. I honestly didn't mean to slip up so badly.” you start full on panicking. “I know the biting is a weird habit along with the rubbing and the cuddling and it's hard to shake but I'll try.” Gods above and below this hurts. Having the most core part of you rejected by someone you like.
You want to run. You need to run. You need space and time and to go hide in a corner or under the bed until this passes. You'll still protect him, he'll always be your favorite. It's not his fault you're too odd to be normal. You turn to flee, your only option.
You don't expect the arm that curves so gently around your waist. Painfully familiar and so sorely missed. Nor do you expect to be lifted and tucked face first into his chest. You feel him slide into a sitting position against the wall. Feel legs tucked against your back as you straddle his hips and he curls around you.
The tears and panic ease as you're surrounded by that sweet scent, feel the hand stroking your head and the arm around your waist. It's soft and safe and you want to purr and bite and claim because he's yours. Your favorite. Though he could be your everything if he wanted to.
“Please don't leave.” He barely squeaks out. “I don't mind the biting and purring. I miss the clingy cuddles and the trust.”
And oh it's so tempting to trust that. To give in and bite. So you do. You settle down and start nuzzling into his ribs and purring, arms wrapped as far around as they'll reach. You feel his arm tighten as the rest of him relaxes, the pets continuing as he hums. You trust a little more and actually bite, just a few light test nibbles.
Oh but the hissed inhale as he shudders and shifts says a lot. You test your luck to be safe. You slide just a little lower and bite firmer. This earns you a nice positive groan as he shifts about. Legs spreading out as you slip under his arm and between them. You look up finally meeting his eyes and they are soooo black. Pupils fully dilated as he looks down at you.
You can't resist anymore. You learn forward hands on his thighs, to lick and nuzzle his hip before biting down. One hand snaps back to your head as he lets out an approving groan, hip unintentionally bucking. He definitely doesn't mind.
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Had he known using words would actually work he'd have done it ages ago. It hurt to get out. He didn't expect it to work. But feeling you wrapped around him was worth it. Seeing the flash of sharp teeth that made his feel less monstrous eased old fears. Looking into you eyes as you purred and chewed on him was Eden. That was until you decided to slide between his legs and start on his hip again.
He tries to control his reaction. But fuck if you weren't so tempting looking. Kneeling between his legs, hands gripping his thighs as you lick and bite at almost everything within reach. It felt so good but he was going to behave. That was until you went back to straddling him, nails trailing down his sides and teeth nipping at his chest.
He gives up. He closes his eyes, throws his head back and is content to let you do as you please. One hand finds its way back into your hair to play with soft ears as the other starts rubbing at your back and playing with the tail. An interesting yelp when he focuses on the area above its base has him curious.
It isn't long before you're shaking and whimpering. It's not until something is muffled behind a harsh bite to his shoulder, just shy of the scarf, that he realizes what happened. (How sweet, she's minding your boundaries even now.) He'd be mortified if you weren't making such delightful sounds, though he did switch to just rubbing your back and petting your head. He'll also be ashamed of his reaction to the bite later.
“Feels nice. Need to do this more.” You mumble out.
“Anytime, just ask.” It's as close to the truth as he'll get. For now he just pulls you closer and makes his way towards the bed. If it gives him a chance to get close and indulge he'll take it. Though he might need to set some boundaries. (He can't be losing control like that every time.)
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It became a habit far too easily. Hunting each other down when one of you needed a break. For him to tug you back and hold you when you dropped off snacks. Following you around as you shopped and chatted with the villagers. Watching you, openly baffled, as you wrangled half an island's worth of kids as they waited for their parents by the docks.
By far your new favorite habit was being able to indulge like you always wanted. Your favorite randomly tugging you close as you bite and lick and scent until you can't think clearly about anything beyond him. The way he'll randomly hunt you down and pull you close. A barely spoken please or go ahead on his lips before you're hauled off your feet and tucked close. Always out of sight of the others. (Except once in the kitchen after he finally got to try the revised edition of the spiced chocolate.)
The first time he ever seemed conflicted about it you cut straight to the source. Reassuring and praising every time he was honest about a fear or old habit. The first time you offered to be blindfolded during one of his ‘I need you close but food’ moments was priceless. It also became a habit. As did spending most nights curled up close.
And oh but the joy you felt when he decided he could do that. That he could relax around you, lay down and ask for things without worry. What need was there to see his face when you could have everything else. You were greedy, possessive and protective in equal measures. You'd take anything and everything he'd give you and never push for more. Something he seemed to enjoy.
As much as new habits were born, some stayed the same. You still worked long hours in the kitchen. Still watched the kids when you could or brought food when you couldn't. Still ran the occasional messages across the island or spent far too long organizing the pantry or fridge or freezer. (Taking stock was an annoyingly tedious job, but necessary.)
You still played around with recipes and hoarded handwritten note cards so old the writing was barely legible. In fact, the older or more sentimental the recipes, the more care you took. Happily trading stories of home and life with the minks for family favorites and the memories associated with them.
You still did your job, just as he had too. There were still things to be done. Territory to defend and Marines to barter with. The only difference was that, when necessary, you joined the fight. Never mainline, that's what the Big Mom crew was for, mostly guarding or escorting civilians to safety. And you must've been a sight to behold, fending off the cowardly bastards that'd hurt civilian kids rather than fight the actual pirate crew, given said crew's approval. So much better this time after training with Pekoms.
The only difference is that after you were allowed to check on your favorite. Allowed to bring him anything he wanted. Allowed to see him hurt and provide comfort and care and reassurance. He was willing to be vulnerable around you. Holding you tight those nights. And, like everything else about him, it was so very sweet.
So yes it was easy to fall into these new habits and keep the old ones. To show more and more trust in each meeting and feel the joy when it was returned. To revel in each interaction and slight change in the relationship. Treasuring each new step and memory.
Relishing in the trust given by someone who doesn't trust easily. The day he let you stay with the blindfold off and trusted you at his back while he ate was a favorite. The mirrors around the room were an obvious temptation for others, a convenient excuse to sneak a peek. You weren't others. There was no need to pry up the only secret he kept.
You kept your head buried in the books you were reading, making notes and trying not to cry as you were allowed this moment. Then he started singing and you were gone. Any hesitation or doubt you had faded. He trusted you completely. What more could you want.
You close your eyes and lean your head back, gently rubbing against his back, something you've learnt settled that need to be closer. You get an immediate inquiring hum in response before you're flipped around and dropped face down in his lap. The sound of books moving around let you know they'd still be close by.
Once the singing resumed you cracked open one eye, keeping it focused on the ground. You let out a happy squeak when you saw the page was still marked and other books close by and continued on. This time with your teeth and claws occupied, gently kneading and nibbling his calf where you were sprawled, one hand stroking you back.
And if you turned down the hearing part of your abilities when the unmistakable sound of Brulee entering started no one needed to know. Though you did catch some things. Like the fact he was done but kept you there with the scarf gone because he knew you wouldn't look. Or that his recent clinginess was due to the past meetings with the new possible allies. And if you made a note to watch them more closely because of a throw away comment Brulee made, no one would be surprised. (You were known to be protective)
And if you noticed that the more they spoke with the new allies the cagier and more tense he got, no one needed to know. You'd just make sure he always had his favorites. And if he noticed the closer it got to them arriving, the more time you tried to spend at his side day and night, constantly asking for little things, he'd never call you out on it. Because he always reacted the same, pulling you close, holding you tight and telling you to indulge and do whatever it was you needed to do. And if you weren't always asleep when the scarf came off and you could feel warm breath on your head, something wet and sharp on your shoulder and mumbled apologies along with the salty scent of tears. No one needed to know.
(Brulee did but she always knows. Always keeps watch of her stressed out older brother. Was always worried about how the pressure might break him. Always wondering why momma never tried to find someone for him.
So she was so very grateful when you arrived, took one look at him and decided he was yours to protect. That you had the strength of will to protect him, even from his own siblings. That you could hold your own in a fight and was more than willing to defend him when he couldn't.
And if she intentionally dropped information about who or what might be causing him trouble. Or told momma and her older siblings Perospero, Daifuki and Oven about this little trust building exercise and how well you did. No one else needed to know.)
Notes:
Brulee is the only thing keeping this man functioning and we need to acknowledge that. At least now she has help.
Chapter 9: The Dreaded Meeting - NSFW
Notes:
Ok so this was technically written before everything else so if it seems a bit out if place, my bad. It does get kinda explicit after the whole curtain thing. This is also my first attempt and detailed smut so bear with me.
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No matter how many times you do this it still surprises you. It shouldn't, given he's a mochi man. Still. After the first taste you were hooked. It wasn't hard to become addicted.
Every chance you get your mouth is on his skin. Every lick and bite fuels your bottomless hunger. Luckily for you he enjoys it just as much. Finds your neediness adorable. Your addiction easing an old worry. One he just couldn't shake.
Case in point. One of the soon to be in laws was running their mouth about something. Normally being one of the many cooks of the Charlotte family, you'd pay no mind to the conversations going on. However something caused your favorite Charlotte, her second son Katakuri to flinch. Feeling quite a bit protective you stalk a little closer. The Inu Inu fox model fruit you ate aiding you in making your steps silent.
“Honestly, honesty and lack of secrets is the key to a sound marriage.” The man spouted. “Case in point. This man here is one of the oldest children and yet he has no spouse. Why's that? I can't help but wonder.” He waves his hand in the general direction of your favorite.
“Why it's because of the ridiculous scarf of course. No lady, or gentleman, is going to want a spouse who hides behind a mask.” his sister throws her useless opinion in.
“Exactly," he continues. “They aren't going to be interested in any conversation if they're too busy contemplating what's been hidden away.”
“Exactly.” The family cheers.
You could see him getting uncomfortable. With each hand gesture he tries to subtly scoot back. What future he saw you could only guess. You inch closer, a pitcher of red wine in your hand. It was originally supposed to go to the main hall, oh well. An excuse is an excuse. The man scoots a little closer to him. His white glove clad hand waving a little too close to your favorite's scarf. He visibly flinches back. It all clicks and you see red.
Without any hesitation or attempts at stealth you stride towards the table. A part of you preens when you notice your precious relaxing at your approach. You step next to the man, placing yourself between him and your sweet. This close you can smell him, his frayed nerves souring his sugary sweet scent.
The man, not paying attention, doesn't notice you. You go to offer him a drink and he lunges towards the scarf. Instead of grabbing soft fabric he grabs your arm and tugs. The nearby Charlotte's gasp in offense on your part as Katakuri stands to free you. You let your grip on the pitcher slip, sending the better part of a gallon of wine spilling across both your outfits.
“How dare you!” The man screams in outrage. “Do you know how much this costs? The stains will never come out.”
“Are you ok sweet?” Your favorite whispers in your ear as he pulls you away. The now empty pitcher sitting on the table.
“I'm fine.” You mumble mind going numb at the overwhelmingly sweet smell.
“You aren't supposed to be over here.” One of his siblings butts in.
“Ah, sorry. Rudolph was called to help on the main dishes and asked me to top off the cups in his place. I had no idea this would happen.” You apologize frantically. You didn't, but surely Katakuri did. No wonder he relaxed, his secret was no longer in danger.
“Don't lie little cook, dishonesty doesn't look good on anyone, especially a little lady like you.” The annoying one's sister screeches.
“What is he hiding under there? Don't you want to know?” Another family member chimes in. “What if he's disfigured or has terrible monster teeth? Would you save him then?” They continue.
You feel your treasure flinch at their words. No doubt they were close. Feeling quite reckless but mostly protective you snap back.
“So what if he does. It's no business of yours. I know of no pirate who fights that doesn't have a few scars. And what's wrong with sharp teeth. At least we'd be a matching set.” You snap and smile, all your fox sharp teeth on display.
You hear your precious whimper before grabbing you and dragging you off. There was a fair bit of a ruckus coming from the table but it seemed so unimportant. Because right now your treat had you pinned against a wall behind one of the room's many curtains. His breathing was labored and he smelled so good. It was so hard to resist. But you had to behave. Big mom was just around the corner.
You really did intend to behave. But then he leaned down and growled in your ear and you couldn't think. Before you knew it your mouth was on him. Tongue tracing his Adonis belt and abs. The salty sweet taste filling your mouth. You bite his hip without thinking, earning you a hand on your head and a far too indecent groan.
“Such a good little sweet you are. Saving me like that. You deserve a reward, and I'm more than happy to oblige.” He purrs.
You stop resisting. You lick, suck and bite at everything in reach as you curse your shorter stature. Technically you're tall by most female standards but far too short given his long legged ancestry. If his curses are anything to go by he agrees.
A thought pops into your head. One that's appeared before during these little tasting sessions. There are only two places he hasn't let you indulge in. One is anything under the scarf. The second is well within your reach.
“What kind of award, my treat?” You purr without thought. Your hand slides up his leg, so close to your goal.
You hear the sharp intake of breath at the pet name. Something you've never uttered before. Then again you've never been this protective before.
“Anything you want, Sweet.” He gasps out as you attempt to pet him.
“Even this.” You tease, rubbing at him as best you could.
“Yes.” He pants. “though we might need to relocate first.
“Fine.” You pout, never happy when you have to let your treasure go. You go to step back only to find yourself scooped up into his arms. Despite the fact that you're supposed to be behaving right now. You couldn't resist, his chest was right there. Normally so far out of your reach, how could you not.
You bury your head in his scarf and start to rub and pet everything within reach. You hear him hiss and mutter a few curses as he picks up the pace. The sugary sweet scent is so much stronger up here.
You're vaguely aware of a door opening and closing as well as a few things being tossed around. Too lost in the feeling of warm skin and salty sweet scents. That is until you feel his arms shift and something between your legs.
You muffle a moan in the scarf. This little amount of pressure shouldn't feel so good. You look up hesitantly and meet his eyes. He's sprawled himself across a chair in his room. All the mirrors are covered with assorted items. The pressure between your legs is actually his thigh. Fuck but it feels good.
You hold that eye contact for a few seconds as you bite your lip, showing off your elongated incisors. You take delight in cataloging the blush that creeps over his scarf.
With zero hesitation and a single focus you set about your task. The only thought is to make sure he knew just how much you loved your treat. With great care you tuck your skirt up out of the way and start to move. The friction feels so good, and with the way you positioned yourself you rub against him with every move. Something he no doubt appreciates given the way he occasionally twitches in response.
You aren't shy about letting him know just how much you are enjoying this. Though his lack of touch allows concern to cut through the pleasure. You look up at his face, a look of quiet and shocked awe obvious as he watches you. His arms shift with aborted attempts to touch or grab you. He's never hesitated before or been this unsure after giving you permission. He's scared, and that won't do.
Gently you raise your arms, hands settling just below the scarf. Slowly they make their way down, tracing the tattoo on his left side before settling at his wrist. Gently you lead your treasure's hands to your waist. Your efforts are rewarded with a just shy of too tight grip.
Satisfied you hum and get back to your reward. Your hands return to his chest. Stroking and playing with his ridiculously defined pecks. Curious you lean forward and then a gentle nibble. You're rewarded with a bitten off moan, a tight squeeze on your hips and a full on buck as he tries to get more.
You hum happily though it turns to a moan midway through as one hand wanders down your skirt over your ass and the other under your top towards your breast. The touch shouldn't feel this good yet you lean into it. Your own exploration getting more demanding as you get closer. Mouth and teeth and tongue tracing the tattoos on his chest.
“Look at you, so greedy.” He groans. “Trying to devour me are you?”
“How could I not?” You pant. You can feel his hand trying to stroke you. “When you treat me so sweetly and taste even sweeter.”
More bitten of curses as the hand under your shirt retreats and holds you still. The other, still sliding between your folds. You can't help but buck your hips as they slide against your clit. It feels so good and you're so close.
“Look at you, so wet and desperate for me.” He says in awe. “So eager to please the monster of the family”
His fingers circle a few times, earning several deep moans before sliding lower. You feel them nudge your entrance. You want even more, and you are so desperate at this point. (You tuck that comment away to study later.)
“Kuri, my treat, my treasure please.” you whine as you look up at him through your lashes. His blush has escaped both ends of his scarf. You open your mouth, displaying both rows of knife sharp teeth and your sentence dies unspoken as you let out a loud keen.
Fuck but his fingers feel so good. Stroking you in all the right places. You should be ashamed of how well you're enjoying it. Of how obscene it sounds. But all you can muster is a few broken moans and keening whines and shift to properly straddle him. To give him better access.
You're rewarded with filthy praise and a wide range of growls, groans and moans. It's during one of these incoherent sentences that you snap. He twists his wrist just right and rubs just so and the pressure bursts. You feel yourself clamp down tight and your hips buck as he works you through it. You muffle your scream by biting rather hard on his shoulder just under the scarf.
He tries to gentle you down by stroking over you head and shoulders and rubbing your back with the hand not currently held hostage by your desperate lower half. Eventually the wave passes and you ease up, both on his shoulder and his hand.
“There we go, such a good little sweet.” He coos as he brushes your hair back.
You look up into his face. Eyes so full of adoration look back at you. You can still feel him beneath you. You know he'd leave unsatisfied if you wanted. Luckily for him you're a greedy and needy little thing. You want all he's willing to give. And he already said you could have it.
You look up at him through your lashes and lick your lips. Your legs feel like jello but you won't need to stand thankfully. You watch as he has issues swallowing before sliding to the floor between his legs. Eagerly you undo his fly and tug his pants down. The material is soaked and neither of you care who is responsible.
You eye your prize as it breaks free. Already red and swollen with neglect. You set about fixing that oversight. This was supposed to be about him after all.
You give it a few test strokes just to hear him groan and set in for real. Just like with the rest of him you start with your lips, kissing around the shaft and sucking at the tip. Once you're certain he can't focus, lips are replaced with tongue, lapping and tracing every inch, memorizing the feel and taste of him. And gods above if this isn't sweet as well.
Salty sweet like caramel and pretzels. Just as addictive as everything else. Without thinking you open your mouth and swallow. It's too much. Too long and thick and salty sweet. You hear him groan your name followed by muffled cries and apologies as he bucks on instinct. You take it in stride and suck, just a little too hard as he pulls back.
He's so close. You can feel, smell it, see it in the way his thighs are shaking with the restraint he's showing. The way his hand unconsciously moves to your head and starts stroking. You can tell he needs this. So of course you give it to him.
You slide off completely and give him a good long lick before looking up. You can see the hesitance in his eyes, the concern. You look at him, give a sharp nod and swallow him down again. His hand returns, stroking your cheek oh so tenderly as he sets a steady pace. Still restrained but slightly less so.
It burns just a little. Still too long and thick but still just as salty sweet. Unsurprisingly it doesn't take him long to finish. Either too keyed up or too long without. And much like everything else, this is also surprisingly sweet. More like over salted caramel. Still just as craveable.
You give one last suck and lick before you let him retreat. He's almost boneless the way he's sprawled out in his chair. Eyes foggy with pleasure. You go to retreat as you've done in the past after your less intimate encounters. Or as non intimate as one can be while licking and chewing on someone.
But that's one of the many surprisingly sweet things about your treasure. He doesn't hold your unusual upbringing against you. He knows that growing up as a human on Zou with an odd down fruit has left you with some interesting instincts. That you tend to be more touchy and cuddly than most people. While no one in the Charlotte family minds too much, he's the only one that lets you nibble and lick the way you always felt was right. (Not that you wanted to with the others.) He'd never stopped you from leaving after or complained about how long it lasted. Always content to let you indulge until the itch was satisfied.
That's why, once again he surprises you. Lifting you back into his lap and holding you close, tucking your head into his neck. It's the feeling of teeth on your throat and a mumbled ‘’Garcho’ that has you realizing something.
“There's no scarf.” You mumble sleepily.
“There's no need for one anymore.” He responds, sounding just as tired.
You look up and see that same look of awe and adoration. Beneath a small toothy smile. You respond in kind.
“See, we're a matching set.” You drift off soon after.
(And if both of you show up to the party a little late. It's only natural. You had to change out of your wine stained clothes and Katakuri they know has always been a little protective. Both of you and the scarf.)
However when the new inlaws circle around and ask stupid questions the answer comes easy.
“Just what could you possibly see in a man who hides his face all the time?” They sneer.
“Oh that's easy. Once you get to know him, Katakuri is surprisingly sweet.” Is your only answer.
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