#katakuri charlotte

[smokersbaby]

Smoker, Katakuri and big men from One Piece be like:

(Pic from Pinterest)

[reejindeed]

Commission done for @/eishiteru on twitter!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Open request?! Here I go!

Could I perhaps have a Katakuri x reader where Katakuri thinks back on how they first met? She, a Baker,having her own cafe, heard just praise about her baked goods and walks in, staff and guest intimidated and she cames out greeting him like normal, a big smile and happiness in her voice, not one pinch of fear of him, talking merrily?

And then he smiles fondly at the memory, seeing her as she walks to him on their anniversary, few years later? 🥰🥰

Just had that in my head. Found it sweet fluffy fluff

So this is actually pretty fluffy... enjoy!

Warnings: shameless flirting

Word Count: 1030

     Glancing down at the box of pastries you’d left for him, Katakuri couldn’t help but smile behind his signature scarf. You always made sure to leave him a small treat for when he got home. Nothing big, but something that he could enjoy between lunch and his merienda, two or three ‘small’ donuts. Always with some sort of sweet message or cute decorations. Today’s message made his smile wider than usual. He’d have to do something particularly special for you today. How many years had it been now? Since the day he’d first met you? Since the day you first smiled at him.

     Katakuri had been considered one of the strongest, most intimidating people in all of Totto. A man shrouded in fantastic tales and rumors, a man capable of things most people could only dream of, a man who nobody truly knew. It hadn’t even been that long since he’d put on the scarf and hidden his face, yet nobody had said a thing about this mouth, as if nobody remembered, despite how it hadn’t been that long. It had been, what, 10 years since then? Since his sister had been hurt. People feared him greatly now, enough to stay away from his family. Walking down the street, he headed for a nearby cafe. He’d heard a lot about this place lately, how good it was, how kind the owner was, not a bad thing to be said. So he’d decided to try it, decided to see what the talk was about. Stepping inside, he watched as people looked up and immediately began to slowly scoot away in fear of the tall man. He didn’t care though, this was about normal for him. People were so afraid that they didn’t dare approach him unless necessary. Walking up to the counter, he glanced at the small sign ‘ring bell for service’. Were you understaffed or something? Internally shrugging to himself, he gently pressed down on the bell, the ring sounding throughout the store. It was just a couple of seconds later that you appeared from the back, hair pulled back, cheek covered in flower, a cute apron on, and wiping your hands on a towel, clearly removing small remains of dough. The man was taller than you, that much was obvious, but you didn’t mind, you’d seen all sorts of people since reaching Totto Land. glancing up at him, you smiled, a gesture that bewildered the man. 

     “Greetings, sorry for keeping you waiting, what can I get for you?” you asked, looking up at him with, quite possibly one of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen. Did… did you have no fear of him? Were you not intimidated by the tall man with a harsh look in his eyes? Still, looking into your eyes, he only saw sincerity and happiness as you waited for him. After a moment, Katakuri looked down at your selection sitting in the case.

     “A dozen donuts, mixed set.” he said simply, watching you bounce over to the case, quickly and easily putting a dozen donuts in the box. Setting it on a table behind the counter, you grabbed a small bag of frosting, swiftly adding something before closing the box and spinning around, setting it in front of him. 

     “As a new customer, I’m giving you the ‘new customer’ 50% discount!” you said with a friendly wink before leaning in a little, “And the cute guy 25% discount.” you added with a wink, bringing an immediate blush to his cheeks. Katakuri quickly handed you the money before taking the box and leaving. Almost as soon as he was out of the store, he opened the box, curious as to what you’d put on the donuts. A little smiley face was drawn on one while ‘Have a spectacular day’ was written across the others in red frosting. He could see why people talked so much about the wonderful, sweet owner. Now it was time to see if the pastries themselves were as good as he’d heard. 

     They were better. They were so much better than he’d expected. Enough so that he immediately wanted to hire you as one of the chateau chefs! Personally making his donuts every day for him, your delicious treats all for him. That night he’d walked in close to closing time. He didn’t ask, he said that you’d be joining the chateau chefs, that you would be working there. You giggled at him before shaking your head.

     “I can’t do that. I have a wonderful bakery here that I started with my own two hands. I won’t give it up for anything! This bakery is my treasure and I won’t let anyone take it from me. But I tell you what, you can come by any time, as one of the children of Big Mom, I’m sure you’ll have no problem affording my selection.” you said, shooing him out before exiting the building yourself and locking the door. It was closing time and you had to clean up. Looking at him through the window door, you smiled at him. Another genuine, happy smile.

     “Come back tomorrow, handsome, I’ll save a special batch for you.” you said through the door before starting to clean up. As much as he wanted to just kidnap you, he’d respected your wishes and let you be. 

     It had been the best decision of his life. Visiting the bakery, visiting you daily, eventually asking you out. You were always so kind and cheerful, always so sweet, he couldn't help but fall for you. Glancing back down at the donuts, he picked up the one that said ‘happy’ leaving the ‘anniversary’ donut for last. He already had something planned, but somehow, in the wake of your precious gift for him, it didn’t feel like enough. Nothing was ever enough when it came to you. He could give you the world and it still wouldn’t feel like he’d given you the best gift possible. Especially when you’d given him the best possible gift, your acceptance and love, despite his appearance, though you often said ‘including’ his appearance, insinuating that you weren’t at all disturbed by his mouth. He really couldn’t wait until tonight.

[0ynes]

One Piece should really start animating the covers because anime onlys don't know the ass whooping Sanji's brothers are getting

[kobb4ni2]

Send ask pls I'm very bored, and I want more yandere one piece x reader 😞😞‼️‼️ ESPECIALLY KATAKURI BRO, HE JUST NEED FICS OVERALL! GIVE ME ALL UR IDEAS ESPECIALLY ANY KIND OF READER, OR CHARACTER INTERACTION 😞😞👆👆‼️‼️

[count-alucard-tepes]

Op hotties see that their child standing on the ceiling using their's power. (Maybe devil fruit, maybe another power)

In. The. Night.

(i just love this photo)

Kizaru ✨: “…if you fall…aim for the bed *rolls over and cuddles S/O*

Akainu🌋: *screams and almost has a heart attack before jumping out of bed to catch his baby*

Ryokugyu 🌱: “…of all the places…you had to do creepy shit in our bedroom”

Fujitora 🐅: *uses his gravity powers to keep his kid on the floor*

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *goes out to the balcony in the bedroom to have a smoke before glancing back and sees his child before screaming and accidentally burning himself with his cigar* “…I swear you’re going to be the death of me…” *as his clothes catch alight*

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *smirks and blows his kid a kiss* “…go to sleep, little one…it’s past your bedtime”

Benn Beckman 🔫: *raises a brow* “…you’re one creepy kid”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *uses mochi powers to bring kid to him and cuddles his baby as he sleeps*

Killer🔪:

Kaido🐉: *blinks and sighs before turning to his side and goes back to sleep*

King 👑: *smiles and gestures to his kid to come down* “…you’re going to scare your mother half to death”

Queen👑:

Izou🔫🔫:

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: *wakes up and makes eye contact with kid before sighing and closing his eyes again*

Oven Charlotte 🍞: *sighs softly and tries to get his kid down, he’s used to having his siblings do weird things too* “…time for bed”

Buggy🤡:

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *smiles and watches his kid* “…gonna have a stare off before bed, little one?”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: “Get your ass down right now and get to bed!”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: *screams and panics before trying to get his kid down but fails and falls down from the bed with a hard thud*

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: *uses his sword hilt to try and poke his kid, earning some giggles* “…oh it’s a little kitty…are you stuck there, kitty?”

Gecko Moria🦇: *doesn’t even notice because he has creatures all over his mansion and his kid blends in*

Iceburg💜: *hides under the covers thinking his kid is a monster*

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: *throws a pillow at the child* “…get down from there, you little shit…I have an early morning tomorrow!”

Rob Lucci🐆: *smiles as his eyes adjusts* “…stalking papa now, little one? You’re doing a good job”

[trying-something-n3w]

Chapter 1: Learning Curve

Charlotte Katakuri X Fem!Valkyrie!Reader

Summary: Fem!Valkyrie!Reader wakes up to a world of the complete unknown. Surrounded by an island made of biscuits and candy, lying in a crater of what you assumed to be your VERY graceful landing, your head pounds as you look around. As you climb out of the hole you created a tall and very intimidating figure appears in the distance. Once close enough to you, you notice the army of people behind the looming figure who distinctly looks like pirates. Pirates? Wait, why are there pirates?! And why do you have what seem to be wings coming out of your back?

words: 2,276

Warnings!: Injured reader, blood, slow burn

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Your eyes slowly focus as you try to catch your breath. You lie on your back, getting the wind knocked out of you was never fun. Your body aches as you try to lift your right arm. Once your eyes focus enough you notice the smoke that bellows from the crater you seem to be lying in. Once you fully asses your arm, noticing some scrapes and bruising, you drop it on the pile of rubble you lay on, pain surging through your body. You cough a couple of times before you’re able to roll yourself over onto your hands and knees. Eyes still a little blurry you try to prop yourself up to take in your surroundings. Your leg gives out the first time causing you to fall onto your elbows. You shout in frustration, your body not doing what you tell it to. With all the strength you can muster and with a struggled grunt you throw yourself onto your feet. You stagger forwards then back taking deep breaths. You don't remember how far you fell but it was obviously a pretty rough landing. Leaning on the edge of the crater you try to remember how you got to this point. Your memory is a blurry image of silhouettes and bright lights. You hiss and reach for your head pulling your hand back at the wet sensation. Blood is smeared on your palm, you look down at yourself. Your clothes are torn up, and the loose-fitting t-shirt is almost a crop top at this point. Your dark jeans have holes in places that make you uncomfortable but for the most part, you are decent. You start to feel the slight stinging of cuts running down your body, you're pretty banged up. 

Once you reach the top of the crater you do a full 360 to try and figure out where you are. The island you are on seems to be made of some type of... substance. You stagger forward a couple of steps holding your left arm close to your body due to its immense throbbing. Once you get close enough to some trees and bushes you come to the unearthly realization that you are surrounded by food. The trees and grass a glassy-looking candy and the ground was made of biscuits. You drop to your knees to run your palm against the candy grass. Your blood smears with the green of the grass making it a dull brown. 

You snap your head forward at the thunderous feeling of the ground shaking beneath you. In the distance, you see a tall looming figure approaching, holding a long trident. You hiss again and reach for your head, the pounding getting worse as you try to focus your eyes on the dark figure advancing forward. You sway as stand and walk toward the crater where you originated, facing the danger head-on. As the tall build of a man gets closer and you wipe the blood from your eyes you notice smaller figures following what now looks to be a commander. His monstrous form now becomes more clear with every long stride he takes. He stands above ten feet tall clad in black leather jeans with spikes protruding from the knees and a leather vest. His short crimson hair complements his sharp and precise crimson eyes. His lower facial features are covered by a fleece black and white scarf making him look mysterious and ominous at the same time. Noticing the bright pink tattoos on his right arm and shoulder you inhale deeply and close your eyes. He looks and feels strong. You take in the crowd behind him, everyone looking very distinct from each other. One thought ran through your head though as the similarities started to blur together. Pirates. These people rapidly ascending you are pirates. 

You take what you hope to be a tall and intimidating stance but you can tell you are fading fast. The outer edges of your vision darken, and your body aches like you've never felt before. You teeter forward your body becoming heavy. With every advancing step, you seem to be getting farther away from the looming figure in front of you, your line of sight tunneling. You start to notice a very heavy feeling on your shoulders and back now realising it's been there the entire time. You pause, glancing over your right shoulder. Your eyes widen as they catch a glimpse of vibrant and iridescent black feathered wings. Before you can take in the beauty of said wings a dark shadow begins to take shape in your vision. Your breathing begins to quicken as you slowly turn your head upwards to the large tower of a man. The last thing you remember is the inquisitive stare of dark ruby-red eyes and the feeling of your wings sagging in defeat. You fall forward onto a solid mass, out light a light.  

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The next time you open your eyes you are in a panic. The memories of waking up in an unknown land, facing an army and commander, and most shocking, the wings you now possess on your back. The first thing you do is assess your circumstances glancing around the small cell you find yourself in. In the opposite corner of the room, there is a small table with a tray of food on it. You rush to it realizing your stomach is in knots from how hungry you are. You struggle slightly from the chains around your feet but you eventually lug the heavy metal with you. The soft bread is divine on your taste buds, your feathers ruffle in your satisfaction. You glance at the bowl of what you assume to be hot soup, still steaming. Taking slow sips you take a moment to check out your wings. You bring one in front of you amazed by how natural the motions are. You run your hand along the black feathers, iridescent colors shimmering in the light of the small cell. A single feather falls into your lap. Once in your hand, you bring it up to your line of sight gawking at the beauty. You don’t have any memories prior to your very aggressive landing on the island made out of food but you have a feeling these wings are something new to your body. No matter how natural they felt, they still somehow seemed foreign.

 You take the last gulp of soup and set the bowl back onto the tray. you raise the glass of water that sits next to it to your lips. The cold feeling rushing down your throat and into your stomach is welcomed.

You finally stand and turn to the cell door. As you approach you see a guard standing a foot away from your room. 

“Uhm..” You have a coughing fit, not having used your voice up till now. You drink the water and clear your throat. “Um, excuse me? Could I possibly bother you for some information?” 

The guard stands solid and unmoving. Except for the slight sniffle, the guard didn't acknowledge your existence. With a little more confidence and a lot more irritation, you speak up once more.

“Excuse me, I was talking to you. Can you tell me where the hell I am and what the hell is this island?” Your frustration now at the front of your emotions you heave a big sigh as the guard once again ignores you. You bring your wings into a tight wall around you feeling more secure. You turn your back to the guard and opt for looking out the tiny slit of a window. When your eyes focus on the bright light you gasp at the sight before you. 

The land underneath you is bright and friendly looking, the water surrounding the island is purple and reminds you of a juice or soda. From your advantage point, you can see that the entire land is made of some type of food or candy. There's frosting on the cake buildings, gumdrops lining the biscuit walkways and roads, and cotton candy bushes with chocolate roots, every last bit was food-related. The island is bustling with people and creatures of drastic stature walking in harmony next to one another. You see a wide variety of races, what seemed to be animal hybrids, people made of actual foods, people with animal-like features but not fully animalistic like the hybrids. You gasp when you see someone with three eyes and another person with what looks to be cotton candy hair! What a world to be in!

The sound of clanking armor can be heard behind you and you frantically drop yourself back to the floor. You don't mean to look like you are cowering away but the comfort your wings brought you while wrapped around your figure was the only safe space you had. You didn't know why but you had a feeling your wings could protect you from the danger you're about to face. You watch carefully as the guard turns to his left and salutes up to a figure just outside your line of sight. Once the guard walks past your cell and closes the door behind them a tall and dark figure walks in front of your cell. 

You recognize the tall man instantly. He was the one to approach you in the field you landed in. Somehow seeing a somewhat familiar face seemed to ease the tension in your shoulders and your feathers open a little bit to get a better look. The voice that spoke was deep and gutteral startling you at first. 

“Who are you and why are you on this island?” Straight to the point, you guess. You open your mouth to respond and snap it shut realizing you didn't have an answer. Your brow furrows in frustration as you rack your brain for some clue. You look up to the man with sad eyes then cast them down coming to the conclusion that you just needed to tell him the truth.

“To be honest, uh, sir… I genuinely can't tell you who I am or what island I'm on. The only memory I have is waking up in the crater. Apologies, by the way, didn't really mean to make a mess I guess…” You chuckle slightly trying to lighten the mood. Being polite seemed like the best option. You look up from the ground you were staring at to see a surprised look on his face. You furrow your brow again at his reaction. He cleared his throat quickly becoming neutral again. You could still see the curiosity in his eyes. 

“So you have no idea where you are or who you are is that correct?” He leans back against the wall across from your cell door. You relax a little more as he seems to as well. You now sit crisscross against the cell wall, wings still close to your body but not as stiff as before. 

“Unfortunately, sir.” His response was instant.

“Please, call me Katakuri.” You meet his eyes for an instant then look away shyly. 

“Katakuri… Alright… I wish I could give you a name in return.” You look to your right feeling a tug at your heart. Not knowing who you were or where you were was really starting to upset you. Lost in your thoughts Katakuri just observes you. You start to bite your nail in annoyance again furrowing your brow. 

“Ya know, you’re going to get wrinkles if you keep furrowing your brow like that.” You look up at him in shock. For a second it's completely silent but your boisterous laughter fills the air. Katakuri’s eyes widen a fraction at your bright smile, no one usually smiles at him like that. You whip a tear away from your eye and hold your stomach. For someone so intimidating he sure wasn't scary. You finally stand up and make your way to him. Katakuri stands straight as you aproach. You reach your hand through the bars and smile up at him once again. 

“Thank you for a good laugh, I really needed it. It’s a pleasure to meet you Katakuri! I hope to learn more about this crazy world I find myself in!” Your eyes shine when you meet his. His features seem to soften just the tiniest amount as he reaches for your hand. 

“The pleasure is mine really.” He responds smoothly. He retracts his hand after a firm shake and a slight disappointment flashes through your mind. Shaking your head slightly you look up to him once more. 

“Would you mind if I asked you some questions Katakuri?” You tilt your head every so slightly as he looks upon you.

“I’ll be more than happy to answer any questions you have but for now they will have to wait.” He senses your hesitation and continues to clarify.

“You landed in a very notorious pirate territory. Mamma has summoned you.” From the look on your face he just sighs, he knows you don’t understand. If what you were saying was true, you have no idea how lucky you are to still be alive. If Katakuri hadn’t told Big Mom that you weren't a threat but an injured winged creature your fate would have been completely different. Big Mom was now intrigued by your existence instead of “threatened” per se. 

“She will be intimidating, more than me, but just tell her the truth and I don't see an issue with you being here.” Your eyes show trust and determination. Katakuri had a feeling Big Mom was going to like you, or at least tolerate you.

[mildh4nn]

asked for some characters to draw and we got a healthy XIV and OP mix :)

it was a lot of fun trying clip to paint, just testing out things and having a bit more of freedom to paint around

[cattosleep]

Had a um brainrot from days ago...yeah

[simpy-reader-inserts]

I don't have a type, what are you talking about

(・∀・ )

I just like a man with a nice smile is all

[praisethesuuun]

doodling one of my fav in school is a whole other feeling~🩷🖤

[rirule]

woe , last post of the year be upon ye

take these little katakuris that i made in the span of like 3 minutes

[lesbianneopolitan]

Sketch CM of Katakuri from One Piece squishing a small Saskia, for @nicorobinactually! 😊

[sabo-has-my-heart]

You're open for request 🥰🥰

Ok ok. Could I have a Katakuri x female reader? Katakuri being out and doing his duties and she wants to surprise him with Donuts for his Snack time? But she gets distracted in her mind, imagining New donut Decorations and ends up with WAY more Donuts than she thought and Katakuri Breaks her out of it, making her sigh and apologize for her head being in the clouds? That would be utterly adorable fluff

Thank you in advance and have a good day/night, and take enough Breaks! P.S you're amazing 🥰🥰🥰

This was so fluffy and sweet. Don't worry, I'm taking plenty of breaks, only one or 2 fics out a day, 3 if I'm really motivated (trust me, that's very few for me). I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: 

Word Count: 1470

     Working the dough, you couldn’t help but hum to yourself, you’d decided to make your boyfriend’s donuts today and had gotten a very early start, having started almost the second he left. You knew how many he could eat and his love for the pastry, so you wanted to make sure you had enough by the time his merienda came around. Moreover, while he wasn’t exactly picky about his donuts, he’d been eating the donuts made by the chateau chefs for years meaning that you wanted these to hold up to theirs. It had taken you weeks to get everything you needed without Kata noticing, wanting the pastries to be a surprise, but you knew it would be worth it when you saw the look on his face. You even had some planned out. Jelly filled, glazed, sprinkles, powdered, nuts, everything you could think of had been prepared for your beloved’s snack time. All that you had to do was make them and put them together!

     Pulling the last of the donuts out of the particularly large frier, you smiled. The ones you’d cooked first had already cooled enough to start glazing, meaning that you were still on schedule. Grabbing one of the bowls of glaze, you started in. Everything was going according to plan, you had everything planned out. You’d start with standard glazed and sprinkles, then you’d do powdered, after that you’d do miscellaneous toppings, and finally, jelly filled. You even had enough leftover dough for more donuts if you managed to finish early. Stopping, you suddenly grinned, putting the glaze aside and grabbing some colored donut frosting and the chocolate frosting. This was going to be adorable! Making the donut didn’t take long, setting it aside proudly. It wasn’t over the top or flashy, but it was covered in little pink hearts and read ‘to my beloved’ in burgundy. Frowning, you looked at it. On second thought, maybe it was too plain, perhaps something a little more grandiose would look better? Huffing, you grabbed more frosting before glancing at the unglazed donuts, if you kept decorating these ones like this, there wouldn’t be enough regular chocolate covered… maybe a few more donuts? It’s not like Katakuri wouldn’t eat them and he’d probably be touched that you made so many. Smiling, you quickly turned the fryer back on before returning to your decorations. This one was going to be a bit more extravagant, something more worthy of your astounding mochi boyfriend… mochi… would mochi taste alright in a donut? Running over to the fridge, you pulled some of the stretchy, sticky treat out. While mochi wasn’t Kata’s favorite treat, he might like the pairing between donut and mochi. Just one or two would be alright, right? Hurrying around the kitchen, you set the mochi down before picking the decorations back up, a gleam in your eyes as you returned to your donut making. 

     Wiping your brow, you smiled as you looked down at some of your decorations. Glancing at the time you nodded, you still had plenty of time to properly glaze and decorate the others as you’d planned. At worst, you’d be just a couple minutes late, you might even be early if you ran. Pausing, you turned to see how many donuts you had, making sure that you’d have enough, frowning and huffing once more when you double counted and noted an excess. You’d made too many… well, it would be okay, so it was a few too many, if worse came to worse, you could give them to the chateau chefs or something as a reward for their constant hard work. Besides, you still had so many decoration ideas! Putting the extras aside, you rolled up your sleeves. The special ones would be for Katakuri, the chefs could have the plain glazed ones if there were too many, but your darling Kata came first! 

     Finishing up the specially decorated donuts, you smiled. There! Now he had plenty of decorated donuts plus his regular donuts! Turning, you panicked, where… where were the donuts made for plain glazing. Spinning around, you looked in slight horror as you counted the special donuts. You’d had so many ideas, you’d just kept grabbing donuts! No, no, it was fine! It was… that was a great idea! Grabbing another donut, you went to work again, starting to fry up yet another batch. You still had time, right? You didn’t even bother looking at the clock, the decorations hadn’t taken that long, it would be fine. Even as the clock ticked the seconds away, Katakuri’s merienda was only half an hour away now. 

     The chateau chefs cowered under Katakuri’s hard glare. His merienda hadn’t just been late, it hadn’t shown up at all! This had honestly never happened, the chefs too afraid of his mother and in awe of his power to dare ignore his sacred merienda.

     “I-it’s not our fault, Katakuri, sir! We were told to not deliver your donuts today!” one of the chefs piped up, still cowering before the man.

     “And who holds enough authority over you to dare interfere with my merienda?” Katakuri demanded, looming over the poor, terrified chefs.

     “I-it was Lady Y/n, sh-she said she had it covered today! W-we swear it, sir! Said she was gonna do something special!” another chef squeaked, surprising the mochi man. You’d told them? You were doing something special for him? Then… where were you? It wasn’t like you to forget. His mind immediately jumped to the worst, running out of the kitchen before the chefs could even take another breath, the group sighing in relief at the man’s departure. Maybe they should ask Big Mom for protection from her son, the man was terrifying. 

     Slamming the door open, Katakuri was immediately greeted by the smell of donuts, the man rushing to the kitchen. Standing in front of one of the counters, completely oblivious to the outside world, was you, in the cutest apron and humming as you decorated more donuts. Why, however, he wasn’t sure. Every free spot on the counters was piled high with donuts. Racks stacked on top of racks holding more donuts! Even with his love of donuts, this was a bit much! Sighing, he walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Whirling around, you looked up at him, your heart pounding. You hadn’t even heard him come in! Why was he even here? It was only… your eyes widened as you looked at the time, it was well past his merienda and, knowing Katakuri, he very well may have killed one of the chateau chefs for not delivering his donuts. 

     “I’m so sorry, Kata! I… I meant to show up with these sooner! I just wanted to make you a few donuts today!” you said in a panic, watching as he raised an eyebrow before looking around. Uncertain what he was looking at, you took a look around as well, finally noticing the sheer amount of glazed and decorated pastry you really had. It was certainly more than the ‘few’ you’d wanted to make for him. You sighed, hanging your head. Not only had you not shown up with his donuts, but you’d made far, far more than you’d intended

     “I… I’m sorry Kata, I didn’t mean to.” you said softly, your shoulders sagging. Giving a small smile, he caressed your cheek, lifting your head, making you look at him.

     “Thank you for the gift, maybe next time get help from the chefs so you don’t make too many. Even I can’t eat this many.” he said softly, pulling his scarf down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You smiled and nodded in agreement, letting Kata grab a large plate of donuts, heading towards the living room, “Could you do me one last favor and get me some tea?” he asked sweetly, making you smile. You nodded, turning towards the tea pot. It was the least you could do after all the trouble you’d probably caused. Katakuri just smiled as he set the donuts on the coffee table. It might be a late merienda, but he’d definitely have to do something nice for you after all the hard work you’d put into this. Besides, the donuts would probably keep for a day so it’s not like they’d be going to waste. It didn’t take long for you to enter the living room with the tea, sitting down with Katakuri as he took a bite of one of the donuts.

     “Delicious, worth the wait.” he said sweetly, making you blush. Honestly, you didn’t believe him, but you’d accept the compliment as he enjoyed his treat. You’d have to set an alarm or something next time so you weren’t late again, but you definitely wanted to make him more donuts in the future.

[starscloset]

Katakuri practice! 🍩

[wyverns-blog]

They are my unconditional peace of mind, my tough-looking, cake-hearted boys.